belle 🐰

i only have eyes for you.

pairings: idol! james x fem!reader genre: comfort, fluff, romance, slice of life, insecurity/comfort, established relationship, soft angst with happy ending :) warnings: mentions of strangers flirting, jealousy, self doubt )no cheating nor love triangle), insecure reader. wc: 800 words synopsis: going out with james means constantly watching strangers try to catch his attention. but while everyone else has their eyes on him, his are only ever on you.

the first time you walked into a café holding james's hand, you understood something that no one had warned you about.

people stared.

some only glanced before going back to their drinks, but others whispered behind menus, nudging their friends and pulling out their phones to take pictures. you pretended not to notice, squeezing his hand just a bit tighter.

james looked down at you.

"you okay?"

you forced out a tiny smile. "yeah."

he smiled back, completely unaware that your confidence had already begun shrinking like a sweater thrown into hot boiling water.

dating james sounded amazing when your friends teased you about it.

"you're literally living in a romance drama."

"if only i had a boyfriend that handsome, i'd never complain about anything."

but they never had seen the awkward moments.

like girls approaching your table with you sitting right there.

like someone asking for his instagram despite the fact that his arm rested around your chair or thigh.

like hearing,

"you're james, right? gosh you're even more handsome in person."

meanwhile, you suddenly became invisible.

it had happened again while the two of you were waiting in line for ice cream.

a girl around your age walked over confidently.

"hi," she said to james. "i just wanted to say you're really cute."

you looked down at your shoes.

her we go again.

the girl continued.

"do you maybe have a girlfriend?"

silence.

you blinked.

more silence.

then james simply answered,

"yeah."

nothing else.

no smile.

no playful laugh.

no lingering eye contact.

he was looking at the menu above the counter instead.

the girl waited another few seconds.

"…oh."

then she quietly walked away.

james turned to you.

"what flavor are you getting, babe?"

"…what?"

"the strawberry cheesecake one looks good."

you stared.

"weren't you listening?"

"i was."

"she was flirting with you."

"i know."

"and?"

"and i wanted ice cream."

you couldn't help but laugh.

but still, the insecurity stayed.

it collected itself piece by piece until on rainy evening when the two of you were walking home.

your umbrella covered both of you, but your thoughts were somewhere else.

james had noticed immediately.

"you've been quiet."

"i'm just tired."

"no."

"what?"

"that's always your fake answer."

you looked away.

he stopped walking.

cars hissed past on the wet street while tiny drops tapped against the umbrella.

"what is it? what's bothering you?"

you hesitated for a second.

then everything spilled out.

"i don't get it."

"what?"

"why you're with me."

he instantly frowned.

"what do you mean by that?"

"you could date anyone."

"no."

"yes."

"no."

"james."

"no."

"you know what i mean."

he folded his arms against his chest.

"i actually don't."

you sighed.

"girls come up to you literally everywhere we go."

"so?"

"they're much more prettier."

"so?"

"they're confident."

"so?"

"they're…"

you tried searching for another excuse.

"…them."

"and?"

"and i'm just me."

for a moment, he simply stared. then he laughed. not a mean type of laugh, the kind that escaped before he could even stop it.

"you think that's how i chose you?"

"i don't know."

"you think i saw a lineup of people and said, 'hmm…i'll take this one.'"

you buried your face into your scarf.

"when you say it like that, it sounds stupid."

"it is."

he stepped closer.

"you wanna know something funny?"

"what?"

"i honestly never notice."

"what?"

"the girls."

you blinked.

"you don't?"

"i notice someone talking."

"and?"

"but i don't really look at them."

"why?"

he looked confused by your question.

"because i'm already looking at you."

the words landed so casually that they almost didn't register into your brain.

"you…"

"when we're out together, i'm wondering if you're cold."

he adjusted your scarf.

"if you've eaten."

he tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

"if you're having the time of your life."

he reached out for your hand.

"i'm thinking about where you'd like dessert or coffee."

his fingers intertwined with yours.

"so while everyone else seems very interest in me…"

he smiled.

"…i only have eyes for you."

the world suddenly felt very quiet. even the rain had seemed more softer.

you whispered,

"that's cheesy."

"i know."

"you practiced that, didn't you?"

"i absolutely didn't."

"you did."

"i was improvising."

"you rehearsed in the mirror."

"i did not."

he sighed dramatically. "fine."

you gasped. "you did?"

"no."

"you just admitted it."

"i admitted nothing."

"you're impossible."

"and yet…"

he squeezed your hand.

"…you're still walking home with me."

you smiled for the first time all day.

"i guess i am."

he grinned.

"good."

"why?"

"because tomorrow we're going out to that bookstore."

"the crowded one?"

"yep."

"the one where people also recognize you?"

"yep."

you groaned.

he leaned closer.

"then you'll get to watch me ignore every single person that tries to flirt with me."

"and what will you be doing instead?"

james looked at you with such an unwavering certainty that it erased every doubt still hiding in your heart.

"i'll be looking at my girlfriend."

when lights finally dim

↬ pairings: seonghyeon x 6th member!reader ↬ warnings: overworking, exhaustion, burnout, fever, emotional vulnerability, light illness ↬ genre: idol au, fluff, slow burn, hurt/comfort. ↬ wc: 2,400 words. ↬ synopsis: the youngest member of cortis refuses to slow down before their very big comeback, until her body makes that decision for her.

↬ EIGHT DAYS BEFORE THE COMEBACK

the practice room clock had read 11:47 PM. everyone had stopped paying attention to it hours ago.

music blasted through the speakers for what felt like the thousandth time that day as the six of you stood in formation. again.

"and five, six, seven, eight!"

the choreographer sighed.

"reset."

you nodded before anyone else could.

"i'm okay."

no one had asked.

seonghyeon had glanced over.

your smile appeared immediately when you noticed him looking, the kind you always wore whenever someone seemed concerned.

he knew that smile too well. it meant the opposite.

then, the music started again.

by the end of the run through, your breathing had become very uneven, but instead of asking for water, you jogged back into position.

"one more."

james blinked, staring at you with concern.

"you sure?"

you laughed.

"if we do it one more time, we'll get it."

the other members exchanged looks.

one more became four more tries.

two hours later, everyone collapsed to the floor.

martin ordered late night food from a convenience store.

juhoon was stretched against the mirror.

you were the only one that was still practicing.

again.

again.

and again.

the move where you spun and landed perfectly had been bothering you. you missed it once, then twice, so you kept going.

seonghyeon stood up.

"you're done."

you looked over.

"i'm almost there."

"you've been at the same move for around forty minutes."

"i just need—“

"you need to sit."

"i can sit later."

"you said that yesterday."

"and?"

"and the day before yesterday."

you laughed.

"you sound just like my mom."

he folded his arms across his chest.

"good."

you stuck your tongue out before returning to the mirror.

he sighed.

"this kid."

the new comeback was huge. new concept, new styling, new expectation.

articles were everywhere, already calling it CORTIS' biggest era yet. everyone felt pressure.

but yours seemed much more different.

being the youngest meant you always felt like you had to prove yourself. if someone complimented your vocals, you worked on your dancing.

if someone praised your dancing, you practiced your expressions.

if someone had praised everything…

you searched for something else to improve on.

the company stylist arrived the following morning. they had began fitting outfits.

you stood while pins were adjusted to your jacket.

"you've lost weight."

you blinked.

"huh?"

"this fit perfectly fine last week."

"i'm fine."

"you've been eating, right?"

"mhm."

seonghyeon looked up from his phone, you answered too quickly.

later, lunch had arrived. everyone grabbed boxes. you opened yours. then your phone buzzed.

you checked it.

practice schedule updates. you quietly closed your food.

"i'll eat later."

seonghyeon reached over.

"no."

"hm?"

he pushed the box back towards you.

"now."

"i will."

"now."

you smiled.

"you're so bossy."

"i'm serious."

"so am i."

five minutes later he looked over, your food was untouched. you had fallen asleep sitting upright.

he gently tapped your shoulder.

"hey."

your eyes opened instantly.

"i'm awake!"

"i know."

"no, really."

"you were literally holding your chopsticks while sleeping."

your cheeks had turned a bright shade of pink.

"no i wasn't."

keonho pulled out his phone.

"i took a picture."

"no!"

you lunged towards him.

all the other members laughed. for a moment, everything felt normal.

it didn't last for too long.

the next rehearsal was harder.

the choreography had changed.

the vocal arrangement had changed as well.

you stayed behind after everyone had left. the mirrors only reflected on one person now.

you.

you repeated the bridge.

again.

again.

and again.

your voice cracked. you coughed.

"it's fine."

you drank water.

again.

again.

and again.

outside the room, seonghyeon stood quietly. he never went in, he just watched.

after another twenty minutes, you finally sat down. not because you wanted to, but because the room suddenly tilted.

you rubbed your eyes.

"i'm just tired."

you stood, the floor had disagreed.

he caught your arm before you hit it. you looked very surprised.

"when did you get here?"

"…don't tell the others."

"why?"

"they'll worry."

"they already do."

you looked away instantly.

"i can't be the weak one."

he answered immediately.

"you're not."

the silence that followed somehow felt much more louder than the music ever had been.

the next morning, you arrived first. the staff looked surprised.

"you slept here?"

you laughed awkwardly.

"…maybe."

"you mean yes."

you scratched your neck."

"i was working."

"since when?"

you had checked your phone, it was at 3%.

the time stamp on your last practice video read 3:18 AM. your first schedule was starting at 7:00 AM.

four hours. that was enough, right?

you smiled. "i'm okay."

except this time, even you didn't believe it.

↬ FIVE DAYS BEFORE THE COMEBACK

"no."

that was seonghyeon's answer after watching you nearly miss a step.

"i'm fine."

"no."

"i just slipped."

"no."

"it happens."

"no."

"you only know just one word today?"

"apparently."

the members tried not to laugh. you pouted dramatically.

"you're being mean."

"i'm being correct."

by afternoon, the air conditioning in the practice room had felt freezing. everyone else complained it was too cold for them.

you secretly thought it was too hot.

your sweatshirt stayed on. then another. your hands shook slightly while you opened your water bottle. you blamed the cap.

the choreographer finally had called a break. you immediately stood to practice alone.

the manager stopped you.

"break."

"i know."

"so…?"

"i'm going to practice during it."

"that's not what a break is."

you grinned. "it is for me."

that evening the members climbed into the van. you took the window seat

normally you talked non stop. today you just rested your forehead against the glass. the city lights had blurred together.

seonghyeon glanced over.

"you okay?"

"mhm."

"you've answered everything today with 'mhm'."

"mhm."

"…exactly."

he gently reached over and touched your forehead. you flinched.

"what?"

his expression changed.

"you're burning up."

"no i'm not."

"you absolutely are."

"nope."

"you have a fever."

"no."

"you are literally arguing with temperature."

"i don't get sick."

the manager turned around to see what the commotion was.

"what happened?"

before seonghyeon could answer, you smiled.

"nothing!"

then you sneezed. twice.

silence.

back at the dorms, everyone surrounded you.

"i'm fine."

"no," martin said.

"it's allergies."

"in december?" james added.

"…seasonal?"

"what season?" seonghyeon asked.

"…all of them?"

no one believed a word you said.

a thermometer appeared.

"no."

"yes."

"i don't want to."

"too bad."

"i'll survive."

"thats exactly why were checking," keonho said.

you crossed your arms. "this is betrayal."

juhoon whispered,

"she's dramatic when she's sick."

"i'm not sick!"

beep.

the manager looked at the screen. then back at you, then back.

"…you're done for today."

"what?"

"bed."

"i have to do recording."

"no."

"i have--"

"bed. now."

you lost. mostly because standing suddenly felt physically impossible. your legs felt twice your weight. the hallway had seemed longer,.

you reached your room. then stopped.

your vision blurred.

the next thing you knew, someone was holding onto your shoulders,

"easy.'

it was seonghyeon.

"i can walk you know."

"i know."

"i'm walking."

"you've been standing still for about forty seconds."

"oh."

the companies doctor confirmed it.

high fever, sever exhaustion.

"you need to rest."

"i have schedules."

"you need rest."

"the comeback--"

"you need rest."

you looked defeated. the room became quiet. finally, in a tiny voice, you asked.

"…did i mess everything up?"

he didn't answer immediately. because he knew that wasn't what mattered.

seonghyeon sat beside you.

"you know what's actually messing things up."

you shook your head.

"you thinking you have to earn your place every single day."

your eyes widened.

"i do."

"no."

"i'm the youngest."

"so?"

"i don't want anyone regretting adding me to the lineup."

he stared at you, then laughed once.

"you think any of us want cortis without you?"

you looked down.

"i don't know."

he gently flicked your forehead. "dummy."

for the first time in weeks. you cried, not loudly, just quietly.

tiny tears falling from your eyes, onto your blanket.

"i'm trying really hard."

"i know."

"what if it's still not good enough?"

he answered without any hesitation.

"it already is."

that night the dorm looked very different. someone made soup, someone found medicine, someone brought extra blankets, someone complained that you always stole their hoodies anyway, so you might as well wear one now.

the living room became a tiny hospital tun by five people who have no clue on what they were doing.

you couldn't stop smiling.

at 2:17 AM, you woke up.

the fever hadn't broken, you sat up slowly.

a blanket slipped off your shoulders.

"you awake?"

you turned.

seoghyeon sat on the floor beside the couch.

"…have you been there the whole time i was sleeping?"

he shrugged.

"maybe."

"you should sleep."

"so should you."

"you have practice tomorrow."

"so do you."

"i won't be there."

"no."

"…sorry."

he had blinked genuinely confused.

"for what?"

"for becoming a problem."

his face softened.

"you know what family does when a person gets sick?"

"what?"

"they take care of them."

he pulled the fuzzy white blanket back over your shoulders.

"so quit apologizing."

for the first time since preparations began, your eyes closed without worrying about the next day.

↬ COMEBACK DAY

three days later. the fever had went away. but the exhaustion was still there.

the doctor allowed you to return under one condition.

“no overworking yourself.”

everyone had looked at you.

you looked at the floor.

“…i’ll try.”

the practice room erupted.

“she’s back!” martin had yelled dramatically.

keonho pretended to cry.

juhoon had handed you a water bottle before you even sat down.

your manager pointed.

“drink.”

“i just got here.”

“drink it.”

you sighed. “fine.”

seonghyeon smiled. “good.”

things were much more different now.

whenever rehearsal ended, someone dragged you away from the mirror.

whenever meals arrived, someone watched you as you finished the meal.

whenever you said, “i’m okay.”

someone answered, “we know. eat anyways.”

it became a running joke.

the showcase arrived. fans, lights, and cameras.

the countdown began.

your heart raced. “what if i mess up?”

seonghyeon adjusted your in ear monitor.

“what if you don’t?”

“what if i forget everything?”

“you won’t.”

“what if—“

he held a hand up.

“no more what ifs.”

you nodded. then he smiled.

“and if i do something wrong?”

“we’re six people.”

he pointed towards the stage. “nobody’s falling alone.”

the music had started. one beat, two, three. the curtain lifted.

thousands of lightsticks sparkled like stars across the arena.

you forgot your fear. your body has remembered everything. the choreography flowed. the vocals soared.

every member found the others exactly where they needed to be.

when your center part came, the cheers became deafening.

for a split second, your eyes met seonghyeon’s.

he gave you the tiniest nod.

see?

you’re here.

the performance had ended. applause echoed everywhere.

backstage, everyone collapsed onto the couches. sweaty, happy, exhausted.

the manager walked in. “you all did very well.”

the room had filled with cheers. the manager looked directly at you.

“and you.”

you stood up straighter.

“…yes?”

“i’m very proud of you.”

you smiled. “thank you.”

“but.”

“…but?”

“you took your break.”

the other members started dramatically clapping.

you groaned.

“can we stop talking about that forever?”

“no.”

“please?”

“no.”

“i’ll buy everyone snacks.”

tempting, but still no.

later that night, everyone had returned to the dorm, you stepped onto the balcony.

the city shimmered below. the door slid open.

seonghyeon walked outside carrying two cups of warm tea. he handed you one.

“you okay?”

this time, you thought before you answered.

then you smiled.

“…i’m okay.”

he laughed. “good.”

“and happy.”

“even better.”

“and…”

you looked down at the warming cup in your hands.

“i think i finally understand something.”

“what?”

“i don’t have to prove that i belong here every single day.”

“no.”

“because i’m already part of cortis.”

“exactly.”

the silence between the two of you wasn’t awkward. it was peaceful.

inside, the other members were shouting for the both of you to come play a game.

martin insisted he was going to win.

keonho accused him of cheating even before the game had started.

you laughed.

“they’re so loud.”

“they’re your family.”

you nodded, then headed inside.

the comeback had been a success.

the performances would continue.

schedules would pile up again.

and there would be hard days in the future.

but now, whenever someone had asked you how you were doing, there was a new answer.

not “i’m okay.”

not “i’m fine.”

just the truth.

and somehow, surrounded by five members who refused to leave you to carry stuff alone, that truth had felt lighter than ever.

dating headcannons : cortis

pairings: cortis!ot5 x gn!readergenre: fluff, slice of life, comfort, friends to lovers, romance, comedy, slow burn warnings: teasing, clinginess, awkward flirting, emotional conversations, mentions of stress and exhaustion. wc: ~1k (?) synopsis: headcannons of what it would be like dating the cortis members! (this is a fanfic, none of this is based on how they would act in real life!!!)

james : 제임스

he remembers everything. not just the big things, but even the ting things.

the fact that you always pick the marshmallows out of the chocolate first.

the fact that you hate when your sleeves get in the way while washing your hands.

the fact that you once mentioned wanting to try a specific dessert from a café three months ago, that you'd completely forgotten you had mentioned.

then one random afternoon:

"close your eyes."

"what are you doing?"

"just trust me."

you'd open them to find the exact dessert sitting on the table.

"how did you even remember that?"

james shrugged like it wasn't that big of a deal.

"you said you wanted it."

as if remembering something from months ago was the most normal thing to do in the world.

his love language would make your life so much easier.

you mention your phone is about to die?

a portable charger appears.

you mention you're cold?

he gives you his hoodie.

you mention you're hungry?

he brings snacks.

it's like dating someone who has a permanent side quest called "make sure they're okay."

martin : 마틴

dating martin would feel like having a boyfriend and a best friend at the same time.

he absolutely makes everything fun.

going grocery shopping?

he makes it an adventure.

waiting in line?

adventure.

talking a walk?

he makes it a mission to find certain colors.

his everyday mission would be to make you laugh or just to see you smile.

that's it.

he'll do stupid impressions.

he'll make dramatic speeches about random topics.

he'll tell jokes that are very terrible.

sometimes he'll completely fail.

but just seeing him try somehow makes it even funnier.

he also would get very excited about your interests. you mention liking something, suddenly he's researching about it.

learning about it.

asking questions.

not because he has to.

but because he genuinely likes hearing you talk about things you love. nothing makes him happier than seeing your face light up when explaining something.

juhoon : 주훈

he's like a quiet caretaker. juhoon isn't really necessarily the type to constantly say "i love you."

instead, he shows you.

everyday. in little ways.

he notices everything.

when you walk into a room. nobody else notices anything, but juhoon does.

"you seem tired."

"what?"

"you rubbed your eyes about three times in twelve minutes."

"…"

"you should rest later."

it's almost scary how observant he is.

comfort just naturally comes to him. he doesn't always exactly know what to say.

but he always knows how to be there. sometimes that means talking. sometimes it means sitting beside you in comfortable silence. sometimes it means letting you lean against his shoulder while watching a movie.

no pressure, no expectations, just his presence.

keonho : 건호

he's literally a human sunshine.

being around him feels like opening the curtains after a gloomy day.

he has so much energy and affection to give. and most of it ends up directed at you.

his physical affection would him giving you a lot, and i mean a lot of hugs, random hugs, celebration hugs, comforting hugs, side hugs, back hugs, every type of hug imaginable.

he also loves taking photos of you.

not perfect photos.

not posed photos.

the candid ones, the moments where you're laughing your brains out.

reading.

looking at something you're really excited about.

the moments you don't realize are beautiful.

those end up becoming his favorites.

seonghyeon : 성현

he's cool until it involves you.

everyone thinks he's composed. confident. unbothered.

then you compliment him.

suddenly everything falls apart.

"you look really nice today."

silence.

"…thanks."

his ears immediately turn red.

you try not to laugh.

"why are you smiling?"

"nothing."

"you're definitely smiling about something."

late night calls are his favorite moments.

the conversation that starts at 10 p.m. and somehow would continue until 2 a.m.

you talk about everything. dreams, childhood memories, random nonsense, future plans.

neither of you wants to be the first person to hang up.

he's protective but gentle.

not in an overbearing way. but in a thoughtful way.

making sure you eat.

checking if you got home safely.

offering his jacket before you even realize you're cold.

a quiet kind of care

pairings: keonho x afab!readergenre: fluff, slice of life, comfort wc: ~1,446 wordswarnings: period cramps, mentions of fatigue and painsynopsis: when period cramps ruin your day, keonho is determined to make it ten times better.

You woke up from your nap completely unaware of the date. Still half asleep, you stretched beneath your warm blanket. 

Then a sharp pain shot through your abdomen. 

You immediately groaned and buried your face into your pillows.

“Are you serious?” you mumbled.

As if your period had been waiting for the perfect moment to ruin your entire day.

You rolled over and reached for your phone on the nightstand.

You: Keonho baby come over pleaseee 😭 i feel weak and everything hurts.

A few seconds after you texted him, your phone buzzed.

Keonho: aww my poor baby 😞

Keonho: ill be there in then minutes okay?

You: mhm

You set your phone down and curled tighter beneath your blanket. Every position you did seemed so uncomfortable. Your stomach hurt, your lower back hurt, and you felt so exhausted.

Not even ten minutes later, you heard a knock at the door.

Before you could even get up, the door opened and Keonho stepped inside.

“Dont even think about moving,” he said.

You immediately relaxed at the sight of him.

“I feel like I'm dying.”

“You say that every month babe.”

Keonho laughed softly as he walked over towards you. That's when you noticed the bag he had in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“Supplies.”

“What kind of supplies?”

“The kind that would help stop my girlfriend from suffering any further.”

Your eyes immediately started watering.

“Baby, why are you crying already?”

“I’m not crying.”

“You literally are.”

You quickly wiped the tears beneath your eyes.

“Okay, maybe a little.”

His expression softened.

“Aww.”

“Don’t aww me.”

“Well too bad because I will.”

You couldn’t hold your smile back. Keonho sat beside you and placed the bag in your lap.

“Open it.”

You peeked inside the bag.

The first thing you found was a fuzzy pair of socks.

Then your favorite snacks.

Pain relievers.

A bottle of water.

And even your favorite kind of chocolate.

Your bottom lip instantly trembled.

“Keonho…”

“What?”

“You remembered the fuzzy socks.”

“Of course I remembered.”

He gently grabbed one of your feet.

“Your feet are basically ice cubes.”

“Okay, rude.”

“But it's true.”

“Maybe.”

“I win.”

You laughed quietly before setting everything he got you down and wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank you.”

“You don't have to thank me.”

“I do.”

“No.”

“Keonho.”

“No.”

You rolled your eyes. He carefully pulled away, grabbing the heating pad from beside you.

“Come here.”

You scooted closer.

He plugged it in and gently placed it across your stomach. The warmth immediately eased some of the tension in your muscles.

You sighed.

“Better?”

“A little.”

“My mission is working.”

You rested your head against his shoulder. Keonho smiled before draping a fuzzy white blanket over both of you. 

For a while neither of you said a single word. His fingers slowly brushed through your hair while you relaxed against him.

“You know,” he said quietly, “you don't have to thank me every five seconds.”

“Why?” “Because taking care of you is kind of my job.”

“Since when?”

“Since I decided I liked you.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “That’s so cheesy.”

“Yeah.”

He pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. 

“But it worked.”

You couldn't even argue with it. 

After a while, the warmth of the heating pad and the comfort of his presence made your eyelids heavy.

“Try to sleep,” he murmured.

“Only if you stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Hearing those words was enough, you closed your eyes and drifted off with your head resting against his chest.

A few hours later, you woke up. The cramps were still there, but they weren’t as bad as earlier. Beside you, Keonho was asleep.

One arm wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close even in his sleep. 

You carefully tried to move. Instantly, his grip tightened.

His eyes cracked open.

“Baby?”

“I’m just going to get water.”

“Stay.”

“Keonho.”

“Five minutes.”

You laughed. 

“I’m thirsty.”

That finally got him moving. With a dramatic sigh, he sat up.

“Fine.”

A few moments later he returned with a huge glass of water.

“Here you go, my love.”

You happily accepted it and drank nearly the entire thing. When you finished, he took the empty glass from your hands.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He carried it to the kitchen and washed it before returning to the couch. The second he sat down, you immediately curled up beside him again.

Keonho chuckled.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm.”

“You know you’re spoiled, right?”

“Your fault.”

“My fault?”

“Yeah, you keep taking care of me.”

He smiled and wrapped one arm around your shoulders.

“Guess I'll just have to keep doing it.”

You smiled and snuggled closer to him.

“Good.”

“Good?” Keonho repeated, amused.

“Yep.”

“So you’ve accepted your fate as a spoiled girlfriend?”

“I prefer well loved.” He laughed.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I’m actually trying to sleep right now, actually.”

“Then close your eyes.”

You huffed dramatically but listened, settling deeper against his side. For a few minutes, everything was quiet. 

Then your stomach growled.

Again. 

Keonho instantly started laughing.

“Oh my gosh.”

“Don’t.”

“It sounded so angry.”

“It’s because I haven't eaten.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” You looked up at him.

“Because getting up sounded like the worst thing ever.”

Keonho shook his head.

“You’re so unbelievable.”

Before you could protest, he carefully untangled himself from your tight grip and stood up.

“Stay right here.”

“Where are you going now?”

“To make you some food.” “Keonho, you don’t have to.”

“I’m aware.”

A few minutes later, you can hear cabinets opening and closing from the kitchen. The smell of food eventually drifted into the living room. 

Your stomach immediately betrayed you with another very loud growl.

“Traitor,” you mumbled.

“What was that?” Keonho called from the kitchen.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” You rolled your eyes and pulled the blanket up to your chin. Not long after, he returned carrying a tray. 

Your eyes widened.

“Keonho.”

“What?”

“You made all of that?”

“Most of it was already in your kitchen.”

On the tray sat a small sandwich, crackers, fruit, and another large glass of water.

You stared at it, then at him, then back at the tray.

“You really didn’t have to do all this.”

His expression softened.

“I wanted to.”

The ache in your stomach suddenly felt a little bit less overwhelming. You took a bit of the sandwich while Keonho watched with a very satisfied smile.

“There.”

“Are you happy now?”

“Very.”

“You look like a proud dad.”

“I basically am.”

You nearly choked.

“Excuse me?”

“You have to be reminded to drink water, sleep, and eat.”

“Okay, rude.”

“But accurate.”

You couldn’t even argue back.

After finishing most of your food, you handed the tray back to him.

“Thank you.”

“There it is again.”

“What?”

“The thank you.”

You smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize either.”

“And yet you still love me.”

Unfortunately, he had a point.

After putting the tray away, Keonho returned to the couch and immediately opened his arms.

You didn’t hesitate.

The second you curled beside him, he wrapped both of his arms around you and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

It was warm. Comfortable. And safe.

You rested your head against his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers absentmindedly played with your hair.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked quietly.

“A little.”

“Only a little?”

“The cramps still hurt.”

His hand moved to your lower back, gently rubbing small circles there.

“How about now?”

You sighed happily.

“Better.”

“Told you.”

A comfortable silence settled between you. The movie continued playing in the background, neither of you really paying attention anymore.

At some point, Keonho looked down and noticed your eyes slowly closing.

“Sleepy?”

“Mhm.”

“You keep fighting it.”

“I wanna stay awake with you.”

His smile instantly softened.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

You felt him press a gentle kiss against your forehead.

Then another.

And another.

You laughed tiredly.

“How many kisses was that?”

“I don’t know.” “That’s concerning.”

“I’ll stop when you stop being cute.” “So never?”

“Exactly.” You groaned dramatically, making him laugh.

A few moments later, your eyes began drifting shut again.

This time you didn’t fight it.

The warmth of the blanket, the heating pad against your stomach, and Keonho’s arms wrapped securely around you made it almost impossible to stay awake.

Just before you fell asleep, you heard him whisper:

🍋‍🟩:: pairing: james x fem!reader

🐰:: warnings: cussing, james missing his gf, etc

💭 belle: guys im so freaking tired & lazy. (WHO TF SAID FHAT??) anywaysss but i’ll have a fic out maybe in a few more days 🫩👀…

sun drunk

pairings: james x lifeguard!reader genre: fluff, sleepy cuddles, comfort warnings: touch starved themes, mild sunburn wc: ~2k synopsis: after a draining shift as a lifeguard leaves you so exhausted and sun warmed, james becomes unsually clingy, completely obssessed with your heated skin and the comfort holding you close.

the apartment door clicked shut behind you with every last bit of energy you had left. your bag slid off your shoulders instantly after, landing somewhere near the entrance with a pathetic flop that perfectly matched your mood.

the boy my family loved first 안 건호 — 𐙚⋆.˚

— ᨳଓ . pairings: keonho x fem!reader — ᨳଓ . genre: beach day chaos, fluff, family bonding, soft romance, friends into lovers — ᨳଓ . warnings: kissing wc: ~2k (?) idk i forgot 🫩 — ᨳଓ . synopsis: a beach trip with your chaotic family turns into something so unforgettable when your best friend, keonho, quickly wins everyone over, while you realize you're slowly falling for him too.

shopping spree

pairings: seonghyeon x f!reader genre: fluff, idol AU/content creator AU, slice of life content warnings: none wc: 1,930 words synopsis: a "quick shopping trip" in seoul turns into teasing, chaos, and a camera that's storage is already full??

I missed you — # 코르티스 ᝰ.ᐟ 보고 싶었어 ~ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

➵ pairings:: cortis ot5 x gn!reader ➵ genre:: fluff, slice of life, comfort. ➵ warnings:: exhaustion, clinginess, emotional affection, lots of cuddling. wc:: ~1,560 words ➵ summary:: After weeks of being away on tour, the members of Cortis finally come home. They miss the adrenaline, the fans, the stage... but none of it compares to how badly they missed your affection.

Close Mic—

Pairings:: Keonho x F!6th member illit reader Genre:: slow burn, fluff, backstage romance, idol AU Warnings:: online attention, awkward flirting, idol stress WC:: ~1,150-1,250 Synopsis:: A collab between 6th member reader from illit and Keonho from cortis turns into a viral moment when their ending fairy eye contact steals the entire stage.

The practice room had smelled faintly like cool air conditioning, convenience store ramen that someone had abandoned two hours ago, and hairspray.

It was almost around midnight.

You sat on the cold practice floor tying your shoelaces tighter while music echoed from the speakers for what felt like the thousandth time that night.

Across the room, Keonho wiped sweat from his forehead and the back of his neck with a towel before bringing his gaze towards you.

"You keep rushing the turn during the second chorus."

You looked up immediately. "I don't."

"You literally just did, I was watching your timing."

"That sounds like you're blaming me."

"That's because I am."

Keonho stared at you for a second before laughing quietly under his breath. Not loud. Never loud.

Just to make you feel strangely victorious. The choreographer had clapped his hands from in front of the mirror. "Again from the partner section!"

Groans filled the room.

You pushed yourself up with a very dramatic sigh while Keonho reached over to carefully steady your wrists before you lost balance.

The touch lasted much more longer than it should have. Still, both of you noticed, but didn't say anything.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

The collaboration announcement blew up online two days later. Fans were already dissecting the blurry rehearsal photos and videos like detectives solving a national crisis.

"I'm sat."

"WHY DO THEY LOOK SO GOOD STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER GUYS???"

"The height difference HELLO??"

You instantly regretted opening social media. Inside the Illit dorm, the members crowded around your phone like tigers spotting their prey.

"Oh my gosh," Wonhee gasped dramatically. "People are already shipping you two."

You dropped face first onto the couch. "I hate all of you."

"Seems like you don't hate him though," Yunah sang.

"C'mon, I barely even know him."

"Then why are you blushing?"

"I'm actually not."

"You actually are."

You threw a pillow at Yunah's face.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

Meanwhile, somewhere in Seoul, Cortis was being much more unbearable.

Keonho sat quietly scrolling through comments while his members leaned over his shoulders.

"Bro," James wheezed. "This leaked post has 400k likes already and rehearsals haven't even happened publicly yet."

Martin pointed dramatically at the screen. "Wait, pause there."

Keonho frowned. "Why?"

"You looked at her like she was the most cutest thing on this Earth."

The room erupted.

Keonho shoved him away immediately. "You guys are so annoying."

"You're not even denying it though," Seonghyeon whispered.

A water bottle went flying across the room.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

The very first public rehearsal happened at an award show pre recording.

That was somehow much more worse. There were cameras everywhere, staff running around with clipboards, idols greeting each other backstage.

You adjusted the sleeves of your oversized jacket nervously while staring at the stage monitors.

"You nervous?"

Keonho had appeared beside you so quietly you almost jumped off the stage.

"A little."

"You know the choreography perfectly."

"That's not the scary part you know."

"The cameras?"

"The cameras."

Keonho nodded once like he understood completely. Then he held out a cold water bottle.

You blinked. "Is this for me?"

"You look dehydrated."

Your fingers brushed his slightly, neither of you moved away fast enough though.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

Practice after that became much more easier.

You started recognizing his footsteps outside of the rehearsal rooms.

Keonho started saving the spot beside him without thinking twice about it.

You guys shared earbuds while reviewing your stage recording, and argued over choreography details, mocked each other's terrible midnight snack choices.

And somewhere in the middle of the exhausting rehearsals and the fluorescent lights in the practice room, being around each other stopped feeling nerve wracking. It started feeling comfortable.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

The night of the performance arrived much more faster than expected.

The entire venue buzzed with noise, stylists rushed around backstage fixing outfits and microphones while the staff had counted down the remaining minutes.

You stood near the side stage entrance trying to steady your breathing. Your in ear monitor cracked softly. Then Keonho bumped his shoulder against yours.

"You okay?"

You quickly nodded. "Yeah."

He chucked softly. "You look terrified."

"That's because I am."

"You hide it well."

"We'll do fine." Keonho said softly.

Not you'll do fine.

We.

Something about that settled your nerves almost immediately.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

The stage lights exploded across the arena.

Music thundered through the speakers, the crowd screamed loud enough to shake the floor beneath.

You barely remembered the opening formation afterward.

Everything blurred together into one: sharp choreography, silver lights, camera cranes moving overhead, Keonho's hand catching yours perfectly during partner work.

The audience's reaction got louder halfway through the performance, especially during the center duet section.

Your chemistry had become too natural to have to fake anymore. Every glance lingered for half a second longer, every movement looked effortless together.

And fans noticed, of course they noticed.

Then came the ending pose.

Confetti drifted down slowly as the music slowly faded. You and Keonho held your positions, breathing slightly uneven, still caught in the intensity of the stage.

A second passed.

Then Keonho turned his head towards you, not fully, just enough to look at you.

His expression softened in a way that didn't match the stage anymore. Like the performance ended for everyone else... except for you two.

You looked back at him without thinking.

And for a brief, unguarded moment, you guys just... stayed like that.

No camera awareness, no choreography, just eye contact that felt too quiet to belong in a roaring arena.

The crowd had noticed immediately, screams spiked.

Fans online would later on call this the moment the whole stage "shifted."

And neither of you broke it first.

Soft Hours —

➤ Pairings:: James x F!Reader ➤ Genre:: Soft romance, hurt/comfort, comfort, fluff ➤ Warnings:: Mentions of period cramps, emotional intimacy, kissing. ➤ WC:: ~ 1.5k words ¡NOT PROOFREAD!

Your room had looked like a disaster zone that was specifically designed around survival.

Heating pad barely warm anymore. Blankets tangled everywhere. Empty snack wrappers shoved to the side of your bed because standing up felt genuinely so impossible. Outside, the rain had softly pattered against your windows, turning every sleepy and gray.

And somehow your cramps had found ways to make the evening much more worse.

You buried your face into your pillow with a painful groan.

A notification buzzed beside you. It was from James.

are you dead?

You squinted at the screen adjusting your eyes to the bright light before slowly typing.

considering it

Almost instantly after you responded:

you're so dramatic

shut up

Three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again.

open the door

You frowned, then another message came through instantly after.

before i freeze to death outside on your front porch

"What?"

You pushed yourself off of your bed too quickly and instantly regretted it as another cramp had twisted throughout your stomach. A weak "ow" escaped you while you shuffled down the stairs wrapped in your blanket that James gave you for your birthday that had smelled just like him.

When you opened the door, James stood there with damp hair, a gray hoodie that darkened from the rain, and a plastic grocery bag hanging from his left hand.

"You look awful," he said.

You stared at him flatly.

"Thanks."

"Not ugly awful, I meant sick awful." He paused. "That sounded worse too."

Despite yourself, a tiny giggle slipped out. James looked mildly victorious about it.

"See? You're already healing."

"Ugh, you're so annoying."

"Yeah, but I brought some supplies."

He lifted the bag slightly before stepping inside. The cold air followed him in the house for a second before the warmth of the house swallowed it.

You watched as James kicked his shoes off casually like he paid the rent.

You guys headed upstairs, you collapsed dramatically onto your bed while James sat beside you and unloaded everything from the grocery bag one item at a time.

Chocolate, pain medicine, your favorite chips, and a brand new heating pad.

You blinked slowly. "You went shopping?"

"You texted like a slowly dying Victorian child."

"That really doesn't answer my question."

James ignored you, plugging the heating pad into the outlet right next to your bed before patting the mattress beside him.

"C'mere."

Too tired to argue, you scooted closer while he carefully adjusted the heating pad against your stomach beneath the blanket. The warmth slowly spread through the ache, easing some of the tension that was knotted inside you.

Your shoulders dropped immediately.

"There," he murmured softly. "Better?"

"A little."

James nodded once like that was a reward for him.

For a while the room was quiet except for the rain tapping against the windows and some random TV show playing in the background. The lights were dim.

You curled onto your side facing him while James leaned back against the headboard beside you.

"You really didn't have to come over," you mumbled sleepily.

"I know."

He glanced down at your face.

"But you sounded miserable."

The answer came out so simply it made your chest ache.

James gently reached over for a second, brushing hair away from your face. His fingers lingered near your cheek for a second longer than necessary.

"You're warm," he said softly.

"I'm literally overheating."

"Cute though."

You rolled your eyes weakly. "You're so weird."

"Yet, I'm still here."

That softened something inside you instantly. Most people got awkward around period stuff. Some acted as if it was an embarrassing subject. Others treated you like you were made of glass.

James just... took care of you naturally. Like it wasn't something inconvenient or gross. Like you weren't difficult to love on days, especially like this.

Another cramp suddenly hit, sharper than the others, and your face had twisted before you could hide it from James. But he noticed instantly.

"Bad one?'

You nodded against your pillow.

Without saying anything else, he shifted lower towards you until your head rested against his chest beneath the blanket. One arm wrapped around your shoulders carefully while his other hand gently rubbed soft slow circles against your back.

The movement was gentle and unhurried, steady enough that your breathing slowly started matching his.

"There you go," he murmured softly in your hair.

Your eyes drifted shut for a second.

"You're really good at this," you whispered.

James laughed quietly. "That sounds concerning."

"I'm serious."

His fingers paused for a second against your back before continuing.

"My mom used to get really bad cramps," he admitted softly. "Kinda learned from her."

Something warm bloomed in your chest that had nothing to do with the heating pad.

You tilted your head up to look at him. His lashes casting faint shadows across his face in the dim lighting, his expression softer than usual when he had looked back down at you.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"You're staring."

"You started it."

A sleepy smile tugged at his mouth. Then, carefully, James brushed his thumb against your cheek. The movement turned quieter somehow, smaller.

Your heartbeat stumbled awkwardly when his gaze flickered from your lips before returning back to your eyes.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

You nodded once. James leaned down towards you slowly enough to give you time to pull away if you didn't feel comfortable.

You didn't.

His kiss was gentle and warm, lingering softly like he was afraid of rushing you. Your fingers curled lightly into the front of his hoodie while his hand settled gently against your waist beneath the blanket.

Everything about him felt warm and safe.

When he pulled back, your forehead rested against his while the rain continued to fall outside in blurry silver streaks.

"You know," James murmured, "I was trying very hard to be respectful tonight."

A tiny laugh escaped you. "And?"

"And then you looked at me like that."

"Huh? how did I look at you?"

You smiled against his shoulder tiredly.

"I do like you."

His arm tightened around you slightly at that. The room fell quiet again, but not the awkward kind, comfortable quiet.

The kind build from warmth, rain falling outside, a TV show playing softly in the background that none of you wanted to even watch, and James tracing lazy circles against your shoulder while you slowly drifted to sleep against his chest.

Eventually he looked down when your breathing slowed. "You falling asleep on me?"

"No," you mumbled instantly.

James grinned.

“You’re literally unconscious.”

“Still listening though.”

“Mhm, sure you are.”

You felt him reach down for the blanket, he pulled the blanket higher around your shoulders before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

And with his heartbeat beating beneath your ear and warmth wrapped around you from every angle, sleep finally came to you easily.

Movie night: with cortis !

Pairings:: Cortis 0T5 x GN!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS! :: fluff, clinginess, mentions of food, crackhead energy from certain members, emotional comfort. WC:: ~2.1k to 2.3k

James : ✉️

Watching movies with James always started with him pretending he didn't care what movie you choose but he totally did care.

"Anything's fine," he'd mumble while plopping onto the couch beside you in gray sweats and a black hoodie that faintly smelled of detergent and his cologne he wears on a daily basis.

Then five minutes later:

"Wait, not horror, please. They always make dumb decisions.'

"James, you literally chose a horror movie last time."

"Yeah, and they walked into the basement voluntarily sacrificing their life."

The apartment would stay dimly lit except from the blue glow coming from the TV flickering across your faces. James was the type to slowly melt into you over time without him even noticing. First his shoulder touched yours. Then his knee. Then suddenly his head was on your shoulder and hand was wrapped around your waist like it always belonged there.

He'd secretly pay more attention to you than the movie.

Every emotional scene? He'd glance over to see your reaction first.

Every funny scene? He'd laugh twice times harder if you laughed first.

And if you got sleepy halfway through, he'd immediately pull a blanket over you and lower the volume down.

"Don't fall asleep yet," he'd whisper into your ear dramatically. "The plot twist is in like... twenty more minutes."

"You already spoiled it by saying there's a plot twist."

"...right. Forget I ever had said that."

Things he wanted to do with you someday. Questions he thought about at around 2 a.m. Stories from when he was a trainee.

The movie would play unnoticed while the two of you were tangled underneath the blanket together on the couch.

Martin : 💭

Martin treated movie nights like serious events.

Blankets arranged perfectly. Phone on do not disturb. Lights dimmed halfway. Snacks lined up like a convenience store aisle.

"You're chewing too loud," he'd complain while sitting there stealing your popcorn two seconds later.

He was the kind of person who got way too invested in fictional characters. If something embarrassing happened onscreen, he physically could not watch.

Sliding down the couch. Hands over his face. Groaning into the pillow.

"No no no WHY the hell would he say that."

"You're acting as if this had happened to you personally."

"It is happening to me personally."

Romcoms with Martin were very dangerous because he'd weirdly get affectionate afterward.

The second the credits rolled, he'd stare at you thoughtfully before pulling you into his arms.

"You know," he said casually, "if this was a movie, this would be the part where we head to the kitchen and play some jazz then slow dance."

"And yet we still haven't danced in the kitchen, have we?"

Five minutes later, you'd somehow end up spinning around the apartment while some random playlist had softly played from his speaker.

Movie was completely forgotten.

He also would judge movies like a professional critic.

Bad acting? He notices in a second.

Bad lighting? Complains about it for five minutes.

Bad ending? You'd hear about it for the next two weeks.

Juhoon : 🐾

Movie nights with Juhoon would feel peacefully quiet.

Not the awkward kind of quiet. Comfortable quiet.

The kind where neither of you feel pressured to fill every second with a conversation.

He'd sit close to you immediately without making a big deal out of it, his shoulder would press against yours while scrolling through movie options.

"This one looks good."

"That has a 23% rating though."

"Exactly. It'll be funny."

He'd definitely choose movies based off their aesthetics and emotion more than plots that are complicated. Anything visually emotional, pretty, or slightly nostalgic would keep his attention way longer than action movies that are loud.

The lights would stay dim except for the glow of the TV reflecting perfectly on his face while he pulled the blanket over the both of you.

Juhoon wouldn't be super loud during movies, but he would make quiet little comments under his breath.

"That scene was actually so beautiful."

"That soundtrack was insane."

or sometimes maybe even, "why is he acting like that? I would literally just leave the show."

He'd laugh softly at funny scenes, the kind of laugh that always made you smile.

And honestly? He'd really be physically affectionate without even drawing attention to it.

Your legs together naturally. His hand resting absentmindedly on your thigh. His head ending up on you shoulder halfway through the movie because he got sleepy.

If you looked over at him during emotional scenes, he'd pretend he wasn't into it at all even though his eyes were glued to the screen.

"I'm not sad."

"Your eyes are literally glossy and have a tear dripping down."

"...mind your business."

Juhoon also feels like the type to get easily distracted during movies and start quietly going on about random thoughts he has instead.

Not hyper talking. Just soft late night thoughts.

Things he would love to do someday. Random memories. Questions he thinks about every night. Music ideas.

And because he is comfortable around you, silence wouldn't ever scare him.

Sometimes the two of you would just sit there listening to the movie quietly while the rain tapped lightly against the window and his fingers traced lazy patterns against your hand.

Seonghyeon : 🗒️

Movie nights with seonghyeon would star accidentally. You would come over planning to “just hang out for a little,” and somehow three movies later it would be 2:47 a.m. and neither of you moved from the couch once.

He’d absolutely over analyze everything about the movies while pretending he wasn’t even invested.

“The plot made no sense.”

“You say that every movie.”

“Because writers keep removing my intelligence.”

Meanwhile, he’d still completely be locked in.

Seonghyeon feels like the type to choose movies based off their interesting concepts instead of its popularity. Psychological thrillers, sci-fi movies, weird indie films with confusing endings that have people argue on the internet for years straight. 

Half of the night would honestly become discussions about the movies.

“What do you think the ending meant?”

“I think the director was sniffing crack.”

“Valid interpretation.”

He wouldn’t be super outwardly affectionate at first, he would naturally gravitate towards you without even noticing.

Your knees touching, his arm stretched behind you on the couch, stealing your blanket instead of getting his own because yours was “closer.”

And he’d absolutely act unbothered while secretly loving every second of it.

“Are you comfortable?”

“I’m fine.”

Meanwhile he’s sitting in the exact same awkward position for fifty minutes because he thought moving would disturb you.

He also gives me vibes where he would say something random out of nowhere.

The movie would be playing quietly when suddenly:

“You make my apartment feel less empty.”

Then he’d immediately turn his focus back to the screen like he didn’t just say something devastatingly sweet out of the blue.

Keonho : 🍡

Movie nights with Keonho would be 60% making sarcastic commentary the entire time and 40% watching the movie.

Not loud commentary either, the dangerously funny dry kind that always catches you off guard and makes no sense you choke on your drink.

When the movie character makes the mistake, he always has to leave his own remarks.

“Yeah that seems sustainable.”

You’d spend half of the movie laughing because his timing is annoyingly perfect.

“This movie is so unrealistic.”

“You’re literally invested.”

“I’m analyzing it.”

“Sure.”

Keonho feels like the type to love late night movie marathons where the both of you are half asleep by the third film.

Cold snacks, messy blankets, the TV brightness way too high in an otherwise dark room.

He’d also sit kinda close to you but is casual about it, like he isn’t aware he’s slowly leaning into you more and more as the night continues.

And when you point it out?

“I’m literally sitting normally.”

“You’re on my side of the couch.”

He seems like someone who would randomly pause movies to talk about one tiny detail for around ten minutes.

“Wait. Think about this logically.”

“Keonho, just press play.”

“No because HOW did he survive that fall?!”

He’d never fully admit when he’s being affectionate either.

Instead of saying “come cuddle,” he’d just toss the blanket over the both of you and act like it happened on accident.

Instead of saying “stay longer,” he’d say, “you can go after this movie.”

Then after that movie, “okay but the next one already started so leaving now would be just weird.”

And somewhere around 3 a.m., when both of you are exhausted and the room is quiet except for the low humming sound of the TV, he’d glance around over at you sleepily before saying something unexpectedly: “I think you’re my favorite person to do absolutely nothing with.”

Then would immediately go back to acting normal as if he DIDN’T just say the most boyfriend thing imaginable.

𐔌 Adore you ꒱

˗ˏˋ Pairings:: Park Sunghoon x Wife!Reader

˗ˏˋ Genre:: Fluff, family au, married life, office au, comfort.

˗ˏˋ CW:: overworked Sunghoon, late night exhaustion, tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff, sleepy affection. ˗ˏˋ WC:: ~1.1k

Friday nights were always the worst. The higher Sunghoon got in the company, the less human his schedule became.

Endless reports. Meetings stacked onto meetings. Investors calling past midnight. Employees being too scared to knock on his office door unless absolutely necessary because CEO Park Sunghoon had developed a reputation for being intimidating without even trying.

Meanwhile, he was currently half asleep in the backseat of his car with his tie loosened and a stain on his sleeve from drinking coffee earlier in the employee lounge.

So terrifying, right?

His driver had quietly informed him that they'd arrive at home around 2:07 a.m., but Sunghoon's brain barely registered what the driver had said. His body felt heavy stepping through the penthouse doors, exhaustion taking over his whole mind that all he could think about was seeing his lovely wife, son, and his bed.

The apartment was dark except for the dim microwave light that you have always left on for him. And despite how silent the place was, he could still feel at home.

Sunghoon slipped off his shoes quietly, rolling his shoulders with a wince. His head hurt. His neck hurt. And to be honest, he was pretty sure his soul hurt as well.

He passed the dinning table and sighed seeing the plate you'd wrapped for him completely untouched.

Cold rice, soup, with a little sticky note.

Heat this up before eating or you're in trouble ♡︎

A tired smile tugged at his mouth. Then he heard it, tiny sleepy breathing coming form the living room. Sunghoon firmly walked over to see what it was. And there you were.

Curled up on the couch with your son, sejun tucked against your chest beneath the blanket he had bought last winter because you kept stealing all his hoodies. Cartoons were still quietly playing on the television, colors flickering across your sleeping faces.

Sejun's tiny hand was clutching your shirt and your arm wrapped around him protectively even when in a deep sleep.

Sunghoon stood there for a second. The entire week had only just been contracts, sharp voices, cold conference rooms, numbers, and fluorescent lighting.

But this?

This felt like stepping into the heat after freezing for hours.

Sejun shifted first, blinking sleepily rubbing his eyes when he noticed him standing there. "Daddy..."

His voice came out raspy and tiny.

Sunghoon's face softened immediately.

"Hey, buddy."

You stirred awake next, eyes barely even opening before spotting him. "...Hoon?"

"Sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you."

You immediately sat up a little. "Have you ate yet?"

Of course that was your first question. Not why were you late? Not you promised you'd come home earlier. Just concern.

Sunghoon felt something in his chest ache. "Not yet."

You frowned instantly. "Sunghoon."

"I know."

"You've been skipping meals again, haven't you?"

"...Maybe."

Sejun suddenly lifted his arms dramatically towards Sunghoon. "Carry me."

Sunghoon laughed softly for what felt like the first time all day.

"Demanding already?"

Still, he picked him up carefully, kissing his messy hair while he tucked his head against his shoulder instantly. The tension that he was carrying all day in his body loosened almost embarrassingly fast. Like this family physically removed all of his stress.

You stood up slowly, blanket slipping off your shoulders.

"You look exhausted."

"That's because I am so exhausted."

"Well, before you go to bed come eat first."

Sunghoon watched as you reheated his food at 2 in the morning without any complaints, Sejun still half asleep on Sunghoon's shoulder while he sat at the kitchen watching both of you silently.

This was the part no one ever saw. Not the 'cold hearted' CEO. Not the polished executive in magazines. Just Sunghoon sitting in wrinkled work clothes while his wife was scolding him for surviving off just coffee again.

"You need sleep," you muttered, setting the bowl in front of him with a glass of iced water.

"You need to stop waiting up for me."

You shrugged. "Can't sleep good without you being here."

That sentence hit him harder than any boardroom pressure could. Sejun yawned loudly before mumbling into Sunghoon's neck, "Daddy works too much."

You tried not to laugh, Sunghoon looked offended. "Whose side are you on?"

"Mama's."

"Unbelievable. I pay the bills in this house."

"She's prettier."

Sunghoon started at him for a long second before looking back at you. "... I can't believe I'm getting bullied by my own five year old son."

"He learned from me," you say proudly.

"You're both so evil."

But he was smiling when he said it. Really smiling. The kind he has never given employees or reporters.

After dinner, you helped loosen his tie completely while he stood there rocking trying to do fall asleep.

"You know," you murmured, smoothing your fingers through his black messy hair. "You don't always have to carry everything alone."

Sunghoon's eyes fluttered shut for a second at touch.

"I know."

"You're allowed to come home tired."

"...I just hate the feeling that I'm missing so much time with you both."

Your son lifted his sleepy head off of his shoulder. "But you came home."

Simple as that. Sunghoon looked at Sejun like he shattered his heart. Then at you. Warm apartment lights. Sleepy eyes.

Tiny hands grabbing onto him like he was the most safest human being in this world.

Maybe the company needed CEO Park Sunghoon. But here? Here, he was just dad, just your husband. And somehow that mattered so much more.

Daddy's Girl — 💭

₊˚⊹ ᰔ:: Pairings:: Dad!Soobin x Mom!Reader

₊˚⊹ ᰔ:: Word count:: ~1.2k words

₊˚⊹ ᰔ:: CW:: Playful teasing, fluff, toddler chaos, soft parenting parts.

The living room had looked like all the toys in a toy store exploded.

Building blocks scattered across the floor, a stuffed bunny left face down on the wooden floor, and in the middle of the floor surrounded by all the toys sat Yeseo, proudly stacking what could only be described as a very unstable tower.

"Daddy, look!" she beamed in excitment.

Soobin leaned against the couch, arms crossed, studying it like a serious architect. "Hmm... I think it's going to fall."

"No, it's not!" Yeseo protested immediately, hugging her tower as if she didn't want it to hear her dads words.

You walked in just in time to see Soobin on the couch crouching right beside your daughter, lips twitching. "I give it three seconds!"

"Don't you dare--" you started.

"One... Two--"

"It's not gonna fall!" Yeseo insisted, glaring at Soobin with all the intensity a toddler could summon.

"...Three."

The tower then fell, no one said a word. Yeseo's face had crumpled just slightly, her lip quivering as she looked at the blocks that had fallen over.

You shot a look at Soobin. "Really?"

"What??" he said, trying to his smile that was showing up. "I didn't touch it."

"She's three, Soobin."

"I'm teaching her about structual integrity."

You knelt beside Yeseo, gently brushing her hair out of her face. "Hey, it's okay. You can build it again."

"But daddy said it would fall..." she sniffed.

"And daddy talks way too much," you said softly, pressing a kiss onto her forehead.

Soobin gasped. "Excuse me?"

Yeseo giggled through her sniffles, feeling instantly better.

"Wow," Soobin muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I see how it is. I get betrayed in my own home."

"She's right," you said, helping Yeseo pick up her building blocks, helping her restack them. "Maybe if someone didn't jinx it--"

"I don't jinx things," he said, scooting closer. "I predict outcomes."

"Predict this," you replied, handing Yeseo another block. "She's gonna build it even better than before.

Yeseo nodded firmly. "Better than daddy."

Soobin clutched his chest like he'd been stabbed in the heart. "That hurt deeply."

"You'll survive," you said.

"Barely."

A little later, you found them both in the kitchen together.

Or, more accurately, you found flour footprints with Yeseo and Soobin's foot prints that lead into the kitchen.

You paused in the doorway.

Yeseo stood on a chair, covered in a suspicious amount of flour, while Soobin stood behind her, holding the bowl and Yeseo.

"...What happened?" you asked slowly, eyes wide open and glued to the floor.

"so," Soobin began. "Funny story--"

"Yeseo wanted cookies," he continued, point at her like he was her age.

"And you said yes," you finished.

"She made a very compelling argument."

"I said please," Yeseo added proudly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to hold back a laugh. "And the flour...?"

Soobin looked down at the mess, then back up to meet your gaze again. "We didn't do that, right? Did we make that mess Yeseo?"

"Nuh uh," Yeseo added, sticking up for Soobin.

You sighed. "You're impossible."

"No, I'm fun," he corrected.

"Messy," you countered.

"Fun and messy."

Yeseo raised her hand as if she was in class. "Daddy spilled it."

Soobin blinked. "Hey--"

"What, you did," she insisted.

You crossed your arms, glaring at Soobin hiding a smile. "Well, looks like you've been caught."

"I slipped!"

"On what?" you asked.

"...flour."

You couldn't hold it in anymore. You laughed, the sound filling the entire house.

Yeseo joined in, giggling as she got down from the chair and went up to you to hold your hand. "Mommy, help us!"

You looked down at her, then Soobin, who gave you a hopeful smile.

"You're lucky she's cute," you said.

"She got the cuteness from me," he replied instanly.

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Obviously."

Yeseo nodded. "From daddy."

You gasped dramatically. "Wow. So this is how it is?"

"She's daddy's girl," Soobin said, smirking knowing it'd get under your skin.

You pulled Yeseo into your arms, kissing her cheek. "No, she's my girl too."

"I can be both!" Yeseo said loudly.

Soobin paused. "...okay, that was actually really smart."

You smiled. "She gets that from me."

"Debatable."

That night, the apartment finally quieted.

Yeseo lied curled between you and Soobin, fast asleep, one tiny hand gripping his shirt.

You carefully brushed her hair gently, not trying to wake her.

"She chose you today," you whispered.

Soobin glanced at you, amused. "Jealous much?"

"Maybe a little."

He smiled softly, shifting closer. "You know she adores you, right?" "I know," you said, watching her tiny chest raise and fall. " I just like teasing you back."

"Good," he said quietly. "Because I like when you do."

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Even when I win?"

"You don't win," he said. "We do."

Your heart does that annoying soft flips, when he says stupid stuff like that.

Yeseo stirred softly, mumbling in her sleep, "Daddy..."

Soobin froze, then melted immediately, brushing his thumb over her hand.

You smiled, nudging him lightly. "Daddy's girl."

He looked at you, and smiled softly, eyes warm. "And yours."

You leaned your head against his shoulder, the three of you tangled together under the warm cozy blanket like your own little world that takes place in your guys apartment.