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𓍼 ੭﹕﹒Spiderman!Keonhox Nurse!you

— You’re just a first year nursing student attending NYU, faced with the impending deadline of finding a roommate, you take up a strangers offer, not knowing just the whirlwind of events and trouble you’ve admitted yourself into. Not only are you going to be juggling your studies and navigating through your new profound life, but you’ll also be tasked to become the babysitter of the city’s greatest hero. Because who knew, your unsuspecting Roommate Keonho, likes to play dress up as Spiderman as well?

warnings: inappropriate language, curse words, crack jokes, Keonho is secretly Spiderman, teasing, bad decisions, anxiety, mentions of injuries/bruises/cute, combat, violence mention, university au, based in New York/ NYU, nursing module

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APOLOGY

Martin is the type to apologize before you've even fully processed what happened.

He'll replay the moment in his head a hundred times, pacing around, groaning into his hands, convinced he ruined everything even if it was something tiny.

When he finally finds you alone, he's already mid‑ramble - stumbling over his words, insisting he didn't mean it, and that he hates the idea of you being upset because of him.

And even after you forgive him, he'll check in again later... just to make sure you really meant it.

BORROWED

It's freezing at the RedRed shoot - the kind of cold that makes everyone miserable.

You're shivering, trying to warm your hands, and Martin notices immediately.

Without saying anything, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

It's way too big on you - sleeves past your hands, collar swallowing half your neck - but it's warm, and it smells like him.

You thank him, and he nods like it's no big deal...

But the second you turn away, he bounces on his toes in place, quietly freaking out because you look too cute in his jacket.

Then he forces himself to stand still and act serious when you look back - like he wasn't just having a whole internal meltdown.

COMPLIMENTS

Martin gives compliments constantly - loud, excited, and without thinking twice.

If he likes your hair, your outfit, your laugh, he'll say it right away, no hesitation at all.

But when you compliment him?

He turns red instantly, smiles too big, and mumbles a soft "thanks" while looking at the floor.

He'll pretend he's fine... but he's absolutely blushing for the next ten minutes.

-zhao yufan

synopsis: upon stumbling across an old, dilapidated building site on the way home from a night out with your friends, you soon find out that it is the residence of old, cunning vampire, james, the same vampire who has been stalking you for the past 4 years. eventually, whilst exploring his crypt, you find things that surprise even you.

pairing: vampire james x black fem! human reader, suggestive themes

authors note: this is lowkey kinda fast paced and clunky, but im working on my writing 😭

inspired by buffy the vampire slayer when buffy found a big shrine of pictures of her that spike made 😭😭

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you were never quite the biggest fan of shortcuts, but after your best friend had recommended a more quick and easy route to reach home that didnt involve having to walk endlessly for 45 minutes, you knew it would be hard to resist that incredibly tempting opportunity.

you couldnt help but be angry at yourself, that you allowed yourself to stay out so late to the point where there were no signs of transport to take home. no buses, no taxis, no nothing. your brother had even warned you. after you looked up from your phone before you left the party to find 20 missed calls from him, you knew you had overstepped your boundaries instantly, and was going to get a huge scolding when you returned home.

you dragged yourself along the walkway, the silver moon illuminating the tiles ahead of you. it was quite chilly this night, the weather never failing to remind you that you should have worn something less revealing, the slit on your dress uplifting every few moments to reveal your thighs, in which you had to use your scarf to cover it up. luckily enough for yourself, nobody was around for miles to witness this travesty.

thankfully, your trust within your friend was validated as your felt yourself inching closer and closer to your home, as the more familiar buildings and houses began to become more visible in sight. the street lamps, which were still turned on, being the only form of nightlife left, in comparison to all the closed restaraunts with dimmed lights and unopened windows. you let out a deep sigh of relief, your lungs inhaling the fresh, crisp autumn air. you were finally safe.

suddenly, a twig snapped in the distance. you snapped around rapidly, scanning the scenery for any signs of life around you. a small, yet swift figure zoomed past into the forest ahead of you, almost as if it was afraid of something behind it. it had been close enough to you for long enough to make out the shape of a small stray dog.

you were always a big animal lover. dogs, cats, the whole lot. due to this, you had pondered on whether or not to investigate what was going on; because by the looks of it, the thought of you knowing that you were willingly letting a stray dog become endangered without helping it rubbed you the completely wrong way. but then again, you had also remembered the fact that it was a necessity for you to head home.

as you considered the fact that you were almost home anyway, you realised that a few minutes of exploring a forest to save an endangered stray dog wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. and with that, you made a right, and hauled yourself towards the forest.

soil had already coated the entirety of your heels, burrowing deep into your toes. you had soon realised that these really weren’t a suitable choice of footwear that should be used to explore a forest late at night, whether or whether not you had just been partying an hour before. carefully, you braced yourself with every few steps. trudging through through the forest, taking long strides over the damaged vegetation and broken trees. absolutely no visible evidence of the stray dog that had once zoomed past you on the main road could be found within this forest.

you searched through bushes, through trees, though tree logs, for what felt like hours. it had even gotten so extreme to the point where your once glamorous bun, had shrivelled up into a sweaty, unclean mess around your head. you had been so confused at this point; it had led you to wonder whether you had been hallicinating this entire time, or whether what you had experienced was genuinely real. and the deeper you entered into the forest, the more you started losing your sanity.

you had reached a large patch of greenery that was disconnected from the rest, swarmed with tall, overgrown branches and brambles, looking so out of place, nothing like the rest of the forest. it was an open space, darker and more gloomy, surrounded by aged, greyish grasses. it stretched into densely tangled structure, almost houselike. with curiosity getting the best of you, you had walked around it, searching for any nooks and crannies, within some of the empty holes.

surprisingly enough, an open space, free of all brambles and thorns, housed a worn out, rusted lone door, slightly ajar enough to the point where a small beam of moonlight shone through. you pressed your ear closely against the wood, listening in for any noises. silence. with a shaky hand, you gently pushed the door open, ensuring that it wouldnt collide with the wall next to it, revealing you as a disrespectful intruder for any possible inhabitants of this area. a short black staircase was revealed ahead of you, leading into what seemed like a basement like structure. you couldn’t really see much from where you stood; so you knew that if you really wanted to explore what lay before you, you would need to go further in. way further in.

you placed one foot on a stair, testing its stability to ensure that you wouldn’t fall through. nothing. you placed your other foot on the stair and stood still for a few seconds, making sure to shift your entire weight onto it, testing the waters. nothing again. as you were around ninety nine percent sure that walking on this staircase wasn’t a free death trap, you made your way down cautiously, stopping every few moments to make sure that you were stable enough on your heels.

once you had finally made it all the way down, you looked around in awe. an orange light illuminated the entire room, contrasting well with a little brown bookshelf adorned with many books of different shapes. a little candle lay next to it, the wax incredibly worn out, pretty much melted, with its flame still unblown, which was probably where the warm, earthy cinnamon scent was coming from. it all seemed like a facade to house something more secretive; as it was impossible to hide the crumbling stone ceilings, dirty cobwebs, and thick layers of dust in some corners. no matter how strong the cinammon scent was, it was no match for the pungent, metallic scent of blood that was destroying your nostrils. it was as if this place had been around for decades with how old and tattered some of these features were.

it had been nothing like any ordinary house, no windows, blocking out any and all forms of sunlight, isolated from the rest of humanity in a little crook seperated from the rest of a dingy little forest in the middle of a small town. quite predatory in a sense, especially with the fact that it looked ten times bigger on the inside than it did on the outside.

you walked further and further forward, scanning the scenery for anything else that peaked your interest, finding it hard to look for anything else that was worthy of fascinating you. old music records, aged wine bottles, old decor took up places on shelves and cupboards. nothing else took your attention other than a big, long beige cloak that took up a large corner. it was almost as if it was hiding many things beneath it, as you found it incredibly unconventional for a person to have a big cloak covering a small section of their house. at one point you didn’t even want to look under there; wondering whether you would find something completely frightening that would be a sign for you to run out right now and return home, or whether it was something that would ensure that your visit lasts a little bit longer. but this area felt entirely different from everywhere else.

slowly, you held onto the material, the feeling rough and sandpaper like within your hand. the material was decaying, old and tattered, and slightly heavy. with a small light tug, you pulled it down, your heart suddnely stopping with a sharp panging in your stomach. you stood in awe, baffled by what lay in front of you. what was strange once, had become a thousand times stranger.

pictures of you, printed and hand drawn were scattered across the wall; some in black and white, some coloured. but not only that. old clothes that went missing in the past, for example, your blue cashmere sweater, and even your old baby pink panties that you once had.

it had been a huge question as to who would have had even been as downright disgusting and obsessive enough to even go to the extreme lengths of having to steal your clothes. well, one person would.

taken aback, you stumbled backwards slowly. you knew you had overstayed your welcome. you had cursed yourself, wished that you hadn’t been as curious enough as to enter a crazy, creepy stalkers lair. but thankful enough to know that you had a target on your back, and you needed to watch out for it. maybe it would have been better if you had just headed straight home after all.

as you were about to run off for good, you felt a sharp, strong small attack your nose, a string small of cologne and aftershave, easily distinguishable throughout the smell of blood and cinammon. it seemed to be from way above you. and from that moment forward, it had become clear that house were not alone in this house.

“see anything interesting?”, a sharp masculine voice boomed throughout the scenery, commanding and cocky.

you looked up quickly, a man looming above you, standing tall and confident. a smirk riddled his face, as if he knew what he was doing. he realised he had just gotten caught by you. but by his expression, he didn’t care. not one bit. by now, you had just realised it. he was the perpetrator behind all of this. no wonder his face was so familiar.

james.

the crazy, impulsive, egotistical vampire that had been in love with you for years. a close friend of your brothers. you had met him before. he had always seemed quite too friendly towards you in every single case; he was touchy, overprotective and posessive, but you would have never thought he would stoop as low as to do this. but it had all made sense.

your brother had obviously invited him into your guys’ house, as he was a vampire. he had told you and your brother of his identity as a vampire years ago; you were quite freaked out at the possibility of a supernatural being having full access to tour house at any given time of any minute, hour and day. but your brother was so particularly fond of him, and he was strangely nice and caring to you.

sometimes when you weren’t at home, your brother and him would meet up. it had become obvious now that that was how some of your clothes went missing: he had been using your brother to get to you this whole time.

A lot of people have been saying lately that wonhee and Keonho would look cute together, etc. Can you write a story where the reader is also from Illit and sees all this? None of ILLIT members know that she is dating Keonho

YOU BELONG WITH ME - Keonho [CORTIS]

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Warnings:

dating rumors • secret relationship • idol life • social media speculation • public relationship reveal • brief hate comments • lots of supportive friends • supportive members • supportive fans • keonho being down horrendous • happy ending 🤍

Word count: ~1k words

Author's Note: I hope I am not late...tried my best with this...lmk if you like it 😭💅

@yunahmygfreal

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The first time you saw the rumor, it was on Twitter.

The second time, it was on TikTok.

By dinner, it was everywhere.

"CORTIS' Keonho and ILLIT's Wonhee spotted together? Fans speculate relationship."

You stared at your phone.

Then stared some more.

Then locked it.

Then immediately unlocked it again.

Because surely there was no way people had convinced themselves of this.

Unfortunately, there absolutely was.

"Have you seen it?"

You nearly jumped.

Wonhee dropped onto the couch beside you, holding up her own phone.

"It's everywhere."

"I know."

"I literally don't even know him."

The irony almost took you out.

Because unlike Wonhee, you knew him very well.

Considering he'd texted you five minutes ago.

did u eat yet?

And ten minutes before that:

i miss u

And before that:

wonhee and i apparently have a wedding scheduled next week

You had nearly choked laughing.

Now, sitting beside the very girl everyone thought he was dating, you had to pretend nothing was weird.

Nobody knew.

Not your members.

Not his members.

Not your managers.

Not anyone.

You and Keonho had somehow managed to keep your relationship hidden for almost eight months.

Which sounded impressive until moments like this happened.

Then it just felt ridiculous.

That night, you called him.

The second he answered, he started laughing.

Actually laughing.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because this is insane."

"People think you're dating my member."

"I know."

"Keonho."

"I'm sorry."

He sounded anything but sorry.

In the background, someone yelled.

Then another voice shouted:

"WONHEE'S BOYFRIEND IS ON THE PHONE!"

The room exploded.

You recognized enough CORTIS voices to know exactly what was happening.

"Do they know?"

"No."

"Then why are they saying that?"

"They're making fun of the rumors."

You heard something hit a wall.

Then someone screaming.

Then laughter.

"Your members are animals."

"You're saying that like yours aren't."

Fair point.

The rumors somehow got worse.

Edits appeared.

Analysis videos appeared.

People started dissecting every interaction that had never happened.

One account posted a four-minute compilation proving Keonho and Wonhee were soulmates.

Wonhee nearly threw her phone across the room.

"I've spoken to him twice."

You patted her shoulder.

"Stay strong."

"Thank you."

If only she knew.

Two weeks later, both groups attended the same event.

Which immediately became a disaster.

Everyone was watching.

Waiting.

Hoping to catch some interaction between the alleged couple.

Instead, Wonhee and Keonho avoided each other so hard it almost became suspicious.

Meanwhile, you accidentally made eye contact with Keonho across the venue.

His expression softened instantly.

Just for a second.

Then both of you looked away.

Unfortunately, not fast enough.

"Wasn't that Keonho?" Minju asked.

Your heart stopped.

"What?"

"He was looking over here."

"Oh."

You prayed she couldn't hear your pulse.

Thankfully she moved on.

You didn't.

The secret lasted exactly three more months.

Then everything fell apart.

Not dramatically.

Not because anyone got caught.

Not because somebody exposed you.

Actually, it happened because both of you got tired.

Tired of hiding.

Tired of pretending.

Tired of acting like your favorite person was just another idol in the industry.

One night after practice, Keonho looked at you and said:

"I don't want to hide anymore."

The words sat between you.

Heavy.

Honest.

And terrifying.

You understood immediately.

Because you'd been feeling it too.

So when the company eventually sat both of you down and asked if the relationship rumors they'd been hearing were true...

You told the truth.

The reactions were immediate.

First came panic.

Then came meetings.

Then came more meetings.

Then came statements.

And somehow, through all of it, one thing surprised you.

Nobody was angry.

Not really.

The first people to find out were your members.

You sat in the dorm living room, hands shaking.

"I need to tell you something."

Five minutes later, silence filled the room.

Then—

"YOU WHAT?"

Yunah screamed.

Minju nearly fell off the couch.

Wonhee stared at you.

Then burst out laughing.

"IT WASN'T EVEN ME?"

"I'm sorry."

"I'm actually relieved."

The questions lasted three hours.

The teasing lasted forever.

But underneath all of it was support.

Genuine support.

And that made everything easier.

The CORTIS members weren't much better.

According to Keonho, the moment he admitted it, complete chaos broke out.

One member screamed.

Another demanded evidence.

Someone apparently accused him of living a double life.

"Did they support you?" you asked later.

Keonho smiled.

"Immediately."

That answer warmed your chest.

Then came the announcement.

The official statement dropped on a Tuesday.

Within minutes, your phone exploded.

Fans reacted exactly how fans always did.

Some were shocked.

Some celebrated.

Some cried dramatically.

Some pretended they had known all along.

And yes—

Some hated it.

Some left awful comments.

Some accused you of ridiculous things.

Some accused Keonho of ridiculous things.

You saw them.

Of course you did.

But for every hateful comment, there seemed to be twenty supportive ones.

People posting edits.

People celebrating.

People saying they were happy for you.

People defending both of you.

And honestly?

That meant more.

Then everyone lost their minds over the photo.

Because the companies hadn't used a professional picture.

Or a red carpet picture.

Or a photoshoot.

Instead, they used a photo taken by complete accident.

A simple one.

You and Keonho sitting on the floor backstage months earlier.

Neither of you looking at the camera.

Just smiling at each other.

Like the rest of the world didn't exist.

Someone from staff had apparently snapped it without either of you knowing.

The internet melted.

A week later, things finally felt normal again.

Or as normal as they could be.

You were sitting backstage before a music show when Wonhee dropped beside you.

"You know," she said thoughtfully.

"What?"

"I'm really glad it was you."

You laughed.

"Why?"

"Because if I had actually been dating him, the internet would've been right."

"Tragic."

"Absolutely tragic."

Across the hallway, CORTIS walked past.

Keonho spotted you immediately.

Still.

Even now.

Some things never changed.

This time, though, he didn't have to look away.

Didn't have to pretend.

Didn't have to hide.

He simply smiled.

And you smiled back.

The world hadn't ended.

The fans hadn't disappeared.

The people who cared still cared.

The people who mattered still mattered.

And somehow, after all the rumors and stress and secrets, that was what stayed with you most.

Not the announcement.

Not the headlines.

Not even the photo.

Just the fact that after everything, you still had him.

And now everyone knew. 🤍

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THE END~~

Requests are open!! I’m like a ChatGPT. It feels difficult to work without a prompt. Feel free to gimme your suggestions.

Peace out!!

Fruit Mix Series (story based on fruits)

01- Juhoon🍓 02- James🍍 03- Martin🥭

“Strawberries are soft but they have a lot of seeds.They cannot grow in environments that are too hot or too cold-

You smiled as you set your phone down. Juhoon was your boyfriend of 5 months, yet you guys have established a strong relationship. You have noticed and accepted Juhoon’s personality of trying to act like he doesn’t care about anything, becuase you know he is soft deep inside.

“Here, I also bought some strawberries” he said softly as he handed it to you.

“Thanks hoon” you smiled and hugged him tightly before taking the bag from his hands.

“I heard strawberries go well with yogurt”

“Yeah.. it does. The sweetness from the strawberry evens out with the sourness of the yogurt” you smiled.

Juhoon’s gaze faltered a bit as your comment left your mouth. Have you said something wrong? Before you could ask about it-Juhoon started to hear voices.

“You speak too slow”

“There’s no way he can keep up”

“Visual hole”

“His personality is so boring”

The voices kept coming, but your gentle tug on his sleeve made him gain control over his thoughts again.

“You ok?” You said softly.

He looked into your eyes without saying anything, offering his hand so you guys can get going. With a smile, you accepted and led him into your house while the other members voices fade into the background.

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“Thanks for helping me, hoon” you smiled as you looked over to him, who was washing the strawberries.

“I don’t have other things to do” he said bluntly while you had a small pout.

“Just say you hate me” you said jokingly while sulking.

You heard a soft sigh before feeling a warmth on your shoulder, followed by a faint scent of cologne.

“I don’t hate you” his voice echoed in your ear as he gently nuzzled his face into your shoulder. Your heart fluttered as you patted his head and smiled.

“I know, I was teasing” you said while turning to the side to plant a soft peck on his cheeks. Juhoon finally broke into a rare, soft smile.

“Smile more, it suites you” you said as you kissed his cheek again.

“I always wanted to ask you something” he said while looking at you, hands hovering hesitantly before finally setting it on your waist.

“What’s wrong, hoon?”

“Do you feel like I belong in Cortis”

Your eyes widened a bit as you cupped his cheek, knowing that something must be bothering him.

“Of course! You keep up so well, and you also match their energy- you just don’t see it” you said while stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“I really don’t see it though, I think they are better off without me” he confessed.

You punched his chest- not too hard, but firm enough.

“Don’t say that ever again. Martin loves you- and so does the rest. You literally get babied by them even though you’re not the oldest. Actions speaks louder than words, Juhoon” you frowned while comforting him.

“You really think so? You don’t think I talk too slow.. or that I’m not worthy” he asked as his nonchalant facade breaks, revealing the soft and crushed boy underneath.

“I know so, so don’t listen to any hate”

“Thank you”

You smiled as you pulled him in for a kiss. You felt his breath hitch before leaning in and cupping your cheek. Once you pulled away, you could see his stupidly cute grin plastered on his face.

“I love you”

“Love you too, hoon”

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૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა “ I hope you enjoy the ride ”૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა

랑선희 (Lang Sunhee), the Korean-German member of CORTIS, debuted on August 18, 2025, as the group's 6th member. At 17, she is recognized for her striking stage presence, combining smooth vocals and impeccable dancing.

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ೀ get to know Lang Sunhee better

{ • perfil | • Kprofile | • coreografia de Sunhee | • visuais | • moda | • família }

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ೀ her career

{ • Choreography contributions | • Trainee era | • model | • children's career }

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ೀ eras

{ What you Want? | • COLOR OUTSIDE THE LINES | • GO! | • FaShioN | • JoyRide | • Lullaby }

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{ idol friends | • group friends | • best friends | • relationship with other members }

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ೀ social media

{ Instagram | • Tiktok | • Weverse | • Twitter }

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𓍼 ੭﹕﹒Spiderman!Keonhox Nurse!you

— You’re just a first year nursing student attending NYU, faced with the impending deadline of finding a roommate, you take up a strangers offer, not knowing just the whirlwind of events and trouble you’ve admitted yourself into. Not only are you going to be juggling your studies and navigating through your new profound life, but you’ll also be tasked to become the babysitter of the city’s greatest hero. Because who knew, your unsuspecting Roommate Keonho, likes to play dress up as Spiderman as well?

warnings: inappropriate language, curse words, crack jokes, Keonho is secretly Spiderman, teasing, bad decisions, anxiety, mentions of injuries/bruises/cute, combat, violence mention, university au, based in New York/ NYU, nursing module

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Also! Credit to all the creators of the Gifs I dont own them ⭐️

JAMES 🦅

Backstage at a concert venue in America. 

It’s loud, chaotic, staff running everywhere, lights flashing, equipment being rolled past. The boys are getting ready for their next stage, and James is standing off to the side adjusting his in‑ears, focused and calm in that very James way.

You’re weaving through the maze of cables with a clipboard, trying to get to the stylist table. Someone calls your name, you turn your head for half a second—

—and your foot catches on a thick cable.

You stumble forward.

Before you even register what’s happening, a hand grabs your arm. 

Firm. Steady. 

Pulling you upright before you hit the ground.

You crash into someone’s chest.