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MARTIN

For me , for me ! @lowkeonho

martin is horrible at surprises and y/n is horrible at waiting. their anniversary, seemingly forgotten, ends in a break up! martin knows that not everyone deserves a second chance…unless it’s him 😅 now his one focus is getting the love of his life back. but in order to do that, they both have to put their prides away, which is a lot harder than you would think.

martin x femreader

Attracted to u @ig-gigi

CORTIS goes to the melbourne pink pantheress concert where coincidentally famous dancer Y/n L/n happens to be a backup dancer in. since pink is notorious for being a k-pop fan she invites CORTIS backstage after one of the staff spotted the 5 members, well. . . the rest is history.

#SNEAK DISSERS? THATS THAT SHI I DONT LIKE @kaikaikoi

your ex's girlfriend is getting too comfortable sneak dissing you on public platforms, you and your bsf decide to take matters into your own hands

scammer boy @juh00n

you knew not to buy from just any reseller, but you never imagined you’d get scammed by someone who goes to school with you!

true romance @yuahnfen

after releasing a song about your celebrity crush for your new album, you go viral all over social media. In an interview, you confess the song was about Martin ( a few other songs too..) a renowned producer and artist, resulting in you getting swept in a sea of dating rumours with him. Some of his parasocial fans might be mad, but, hey at least you’re getting your cash. What happens when he asks you to feature on his song? it's nothing more than work, right?

solo artist!martin x solo artist!fem!reader

ayy trynna get myself sum guitars fine shyt! @goyangireels

having had a crush on martin edwards for some time, y/n decides it's time to catch his attention by finding someone to teach her guitar

martin edwards x fem!reader

live accident @illriize

yn is a famous korean singer based in L.A, and martin and juhoon are her biggest fans. what they don’t know is that she is secretly a big cortis fan as well. during their instagram live she accidentally joins it on her official account, leaving comments which cause them to freak out.

idol!martin x popstar!yn x idol!juhoon

paper hearts @nooriiz

martin does nothing but pass notes in class to cure his boredom, soon one day he believes he has found his longtime pen pal. or the one where martin is down bad…

fine shyt hmu @reinxoxz

texts between y/n and her moot whom she has a fat friend crush on but is too shy to interact with him 🤧

niche! Y/n x niche! Martin

kill all men...(except him) @juhooniesdoll

in which Martin tries his hardest to win over the reader…except she hates men.

he loves you in every outfit @eu4mi

martin genuinely loves how girly and true to yourself you are, a true lover boy at heart.

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JAMES

my exclusive monchhichi @cheeskeik

reader has a mini obsession with monchhichis and absolutely freaked out when she found one of her exclusive one gone.

undevided attention @flwrhui

you have a crush on your little brother's friend but for some reason, keonho is oddly possessive over him

james x f!rdr ft. lil bro!keonho

thrifting!!@ijustchokeonacaii

down bad @cnndles

your bsf, james, is incredibly down bad for you. you don’t care much, you even find it kinda cute..

mr captain @crtisbambi

the ice hockey captain fell for the coaches daughter

personal fav !

the art of wanting @zombilit

james knows that he loves you, but he isn’t sure if you love him back. he also knows that he doesn’t want to be in a relationship where it’s only him putting effort in, so he decides that it’s best you guys take a break. now that he’s out of your life, you begin to realize just how important he was to you.

now playing...jealous by nick jonas @bamb1bgirl

james' long time admirer, yuna (oc), starts getting closer to another guy?

i met my bias at a jackson wang party @flwrhui

when your best friend convinces forces you to attend a party, you don't expect to meet your bias in the most inconvenient way possible

personal fav !

heart beat @aesprn

After Music Bank's messy game, James' celebrity crush gets exposed, and suddenly you can't keep your eyes off of him. But the fans can't keep their eyes off the both of you

rapper's gf? wife! @i-kai

a look into the married life of you, a supermodel, and james, a rapper.

famous!james x famous!reader

so you think I'm pretty ? @eu4mi

james would do everything and anything for his cute and pretty girlfriend.

pure hatred @ig-gigi

The 6th member of new jeans Y/n L/n, or rather mostly known as just Y/n, has an unexplainable hatred for the group CORTIS . . . No one knows why, and no one will ever know, she claims. James has zero idea who she is or might’ve been other than a member of her group. How will the hatred end ───Will it end?

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JUHOON

Who knows ? @cheeskeik

juhoon and reader were in a relationship way before debuting, but they slowly faded away from eachother thinking the other fell out of love when in reality they were both busy preparing their debuts. unexpectedly, they meet again at a concert of both their favourite singer.

idol!juhoon x illit!reader

Drop dead @fixqn

idol! kim juhoon x jungkook sister! reader

do i miss him ? @lemongularly

fatal attempts of getting ur ex to come back… but still gotta be chill about it

ex!kimjuhoon x larp!reader, runitback?😳

ugg wearing c*nt! @camouflawdd

getting scouted in the middle of nowhere france for hybe x morevision’s new survival show was supposed to be the start of a dream. instead, it left her with a reputation she never asked for, earning her the nickname “manon’s lazier sister” despite all her hard work. now, months after debuting in the company’s first co-ed group ‘idle’, she’s become one of k-pop’s most talked-about stars. with fans who adore her, antis who can’t stand her, and a smile that never seems to fade, the last thing she needs is to keep running into the one person she thought she’d left in the past—kim juhoon.

she ain't my baby @reinxoxz

this generation’s most known nepo baby and rising top model, y/n l/n, gets caught attending several CORTIS events, which is strange, because even though she did work with idols as a former child model, everyone and their mothers know she doesn’t even fw Kpop like that. But she definitely fw an idol she met when she was 10 years old, to the point where she uses her daddy’s money to follow him everywhere 📸

idol! Juhoon x nepo baby/model! Y/n

live accident @illriize

yn is a famous korean singer based in L.A, and martin and juhoon are her biggest fans. what they don’t know is that she is secretly a big cortis fan as well. during their instagram live she accidentally joins it on her official account, leaving comments which cause them to freak out.

idol!martin x popstar!yn x idol!juhoon

coincidence ? i think not @ramenweemz

in which the five friends encounter the "weird" girl in school; from manifestations to tarot cards, yn has got it all & the universe on her side. your unlikely friendship with the five blooms, however juhoon refuses to believe any of your "weird" crap until coincidences happen.

witchy!fem yn x nerd!juhoon

personal fav !

holy hairball @i-kai

lebron and savannah, stephen and ayesha, juhoon and you..? that was always the prophecy your boyfriend and you had since you were 6, but puberty changes people and so it did for the two of you.

after having an epiphany over the summer, juhoon was ready to change things and win you back. unfortunately for him, things aren’t the same as when you were in kindergarten and being yours meant stepping up his game.

xoxo @eub11ss

Hello upper east siders, the bitch is back. You thought you could get all sneaky behind my back and never get caught at all? Poor you. This time it seems I have managed to evoke fire between two sworn best friends. Who knows, if you are next?

nepobaby!juhoon x nepobaby!reader

personal fav !

when we pop out ?? @onmymac10

like most of the other students in your school, youve taken quite the liking towards the drummer of your school’s band. but unlike everyone else, he surprisingly says yes-to your totally impulse text asking him to date you.

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SEONGHYEON

lil sis got a bf ?! @backonmyswag

seonghyeon's little sister gets her first bf and big brother is kind of skeptical about it.

part time idol + full time fan @jjura

The star Seonghyeon has crushed upon since her early days in the entertainment industry now debuts as an idol under the same company as him.

idol!seonghyeon x fem!reader

break up with your girlfriend , I'm bored @reinxoxz

you're lwk in love with your lwk taken hb😹🏆

better distraction @yuuniversezx

when your situationship makes you feel like you'll never be seen, but his best friend proves that thought otherwise.

boy with the blushing cheeks @azywhwa

your cute regular finally asks you out.

eom seonghyeon x bakery worker ! fem ! reader

keonho's guardian angel & devil @demiurqe

everyone either has a guardian angel or guardian devil. what keonho has is a guardian devil named seonghyeon sitting on his left shoulder whose favorite thing to do is annoy the lovely guardian angel (you) that sits on his right.

or guardian devil!seonghyeon x guardian angel! reader babysits the worst kid on earth: keonho (17), who sent his former guardian angel (juhoon) to the psych ward.

guardian devil!seonghyeon x guardian angel!reader

personal fav !

buy from @ cortisthrifts ! @demiurqe

wanting to buy vivienne westwood clothes, your best friend sends you a thrift shop account on instagram under the name of “corthrifts". you buy from them but it seems like the admin of the account (seonghyeon) has taken a liking to you.

thrift shop owner seonghyeon x femreader

acai @lemongularly

your cafe just added a new food in the menu, and its killing you. while you’re miserable about it, can’t say the same to the rest

acaicrazy!eom seonghyeon x cafeworker! reader

barista boyfriend @dolliriuo

your so called 'manager' of the café you work at just so happens to be the same age as you

loser 'manager' ! seonghyeon x employee ! reader

cupcake @crtisbambi

your crush went private on everything, so that just means one thing. start a fake cupcake business to stalk him obviously

god , i love the way you look at me @cookienjeanz

Seonghyeon got clipped for looking at you now you’re getting shipped with him but you don’t like him. (Idk what this is)

eom Seonghyeon x KATSEYE 7th member reader

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KEONHO

cupid 101 @yzniingz

the ive members are taking their cupid concept a little too seriously

idol!keonho x ive member f!reader

#ihatemybf! @jebi-won

you finally bagged the man of your dreams after all that time spent chasing him. your relationship was fine until it wasn’t. location turned off, texts being left on read, and even cheating rumors. you try to get out of the relationship but you just can’t, and it turns into a messy cycle you keep getting pulled back into. until you meet keonho, fell in love at first sight. that would’ve been perfect except you already have a boyfriend. will you stay with your boyfriend or go through drama just to get with keonho?

personal fav !

the puppy love cafe @fshionalien

with it being summer break, keonho and the others find random things to do. whether it be an escape room, art session, etc. it just is happens when going to this one spot in particular, the new puppy cafe to be exact, he finds interest in a certain person who shows them around the place. that person being you!

customer keonho x employee reader

mission : get her back @carisd

as members of two of the biggest idol groups in the industry, their relationship was falling apart. no matter how packed her schedule was as a KATSEYE member, y/n always made time for him. yet every time she needed him, he was too busy, too distracted, or simply not there. after months of feeling unloved and forgotten, y/n finally reached her breaking point and ended their relationship. keonho was left devastated, by the time he realized how much he had taken her for granted, it was already too late. now, with y/n keeping her distance and their careers constantly putting them in each other's orbit, keonho is determined to get his girl back.

#weindat @itsactuallylina

keonho sees you in wonhee’s tweet and realizes he #needsthat

subscribed to you ! @juh00n

yn never meant to become a content creator. It all started the summer before freshman year when she and her friends were bored out of their minds. she still remembers the way sui jumped out of her seat, sending louis ice cream straight to the ground, after she had suggested they start a youtube channel. looking back, it was one of the best decisions she'd ever made. over the years, their channel became more than just a hobby, it was something they built together. so when yn returns from summer break only to find out a group of boys from her school started their own channel, she isn't exactly thrilled. their videos, editing style, even their overall concept was WAY too similar to hers. convinced they’re nothing more than a cheap copy, she’d determined to be better than them. but between school and online drama, her messy relationships, and one annoyingly persistent boy, she soon realizes the biggest challenge might not be protecting her channel, but figuring out why she can’t stop thinking about him.

media trained @flirticsm

keonho x katseye fem reader

🇲🇽papi vs oppa🇰🇷 @bananagirl222

After Mexico won the game with South Korea you go to your boyfriends house to comfort him while he mopes and acts like you won the game.. ⚽️

personal fav!

its feminine intuition @loveqnai

when keonho accidentally hits you at a music event and fails to realise, he messages you to apologise. one misunderstanding leads to animosity between the maknaes of both the groups. eventually, both groups join forces to get their stubborn youngest ones together.

ahn keonho x KATSEYE 7th member reader

weirdo but I'm real tho ! @lowkeonho

keonho (grounded) attempts to communicate with seonghyeon (not grounded) via student gmail. a few wrong numbers entered leads to him flirting with y/n (stranger) through an email thread! what could go wrong hahaha (a lot)

nonidol!keonho x fem!reader

personal fav !

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i live for down bad keonho and unfazed reader LMFAO i hope ygs liked this! thanks to everyone that voted on the poll 💕

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the director had warned everyone beforehand.

“this scene is ugly,” he’d said, standing right in front of the monitors with a lukewarm coffee cupped between his palms. “if it doesn’t make me feel entirely uncomfortable, we’re doing the whole damn thing again.”

which was, all things considered, a completely normal thing to hear at eight o’clock on a freezing tuesday morning.

you had laughed, a small, breathless sound that got swallowed by the rustle of the crew moving equipment. seonghyeon had not. 

because unlike everyone else on the payroll, he’d already read the script seventeen times, pacing the floor of your shared flat until his socks wore thin, spending three whole days complaining about the dialogue.

“why does he say this to her?” he’d asked, pointing an accusing finger at the highlighted pages on the kitchen table.

“because he’s awful, hyeon,” you’d murmured, finishing preparing your shared açai bowl.

“but why is he so awful? there’s no justification for it. it’s just cruel.”

“because he’s the villain of the relationship. every story needs some friction.”

“i don’t like him,” he’d muttered, his lower lip pulling into a stubborn, childish pout that made you want to kiss him.

“you are him.”

“exactly. which means i am currently hating myself.”

and now here you both were—standing smack-bang in the middle of a fake apartment set that smelled faintly of fresh paint and stale timber. the red light on the camera was rolling. the overhead lights were glaring down, hot and unforgiving against the back of your neck, and your boyfriend of five years was looking across the space at you like he genuinely, thoroughly hated your guts which shouldn’t have affected you. you were a professional. you’d done this a dozen times before with a dozen different co-stars. except it did affect you; it was your first time acting out something so heavy with seonghyeon, of all people. 

it settled like lead in your stomach, because your boyfriend was annoyingly, devastatingly good at his job.

“action.”

☆

the argument had already been building for several scenes prior. months of accumulated resentment, heavy miscommunications, and quiet, festering hurt that had been left to rot in the dark. and now, in this cramped kitchen set, it finally exploded.

“you know what your problem is?” he snapped.

his voice wasn’t his voice anymore. the low, velvety cadence he used to whisper against your shoulder in the dead of night was entirely gone. it was sharper now. colder. a brittle, metallic sound that made the air in the room instantly drop by ten degrees. every single bit of warmth had been scrubbed clean from his features.

“you’re insecure.”

you stared at him, your hands curling into tight, helpless fists at your sides. the silence that followed was suffocating. it was the specific type of heavy, theatrical silence that made the entire crew on set forget to breathe, everyone freezing mid-motion.

“excuse me?” your voice came out like a rasp, barely carrying to the boom mic.

“everything has to be about you,” he said, and then he laughed. it wasn’t a nice laugh. it wasn’t that crinkly-eyed, breathless sound that usually filled your flat when you made a terrible joke. it was something ugly and mocking. “every single conversation we have. every minor disagreement. every little thing has to revolve around how it impacts you.”

your eyes began watering instantly. it wasn’t because you were genuinely upset—it was because you were acting. really acting, feeding off the terrifying hostility radiating from his posture. his shoulders were rigid, his jaw set so tightly you could see the muscle ticking beneath his skin.

“i supported you through everything,” you whispered, stepping back until your spine hit the edge of the prop counter. “every deal, every late night, every single breakdown.”

“supported me?” he scoffed, tilting his head back with a dark, humourless smirk. “you didn’t support me. you just made everything ten times harder than it needed to be.”

from the corner of your eye, you saw the boom operator visibly flinch, shifting his weight.

“harder?”

“you constantly need reassurance,” he said, closing the distance between you with slow, scary strides until he was towering over you, blocking out the studio lights. he leaned down slightly, his dark eyes entirely vacant of the boy who bought you pastries on sundays. “do you have any idea how exhausting that gets? it’s like pouring water into a bucket with a hole in the bottom.”

your jaw tightened, a genuine prickle of heat rising up your throat. “i asked you for honesty, yi-jin. that’s all i ever asked for.”

“you didn’t ask for honesty,” he hissed, his face inches from yours, his breath warm but his expression freezing. “you asked me to babysit your feelings. and frankly, i’m very fucking tired of being a parent to a grown woman.”

somewhere behind the black shroud of the monitors, the assistant director quietly whispered a thoroughly shaken, “shit, that was good.” because the chemistry between you two was terrifying. it wasn’t romantic anymore; it was just pure, unadulterated devastation. it was the sight of two people who knew exactly where the armor was weak, systematically destroying each other piece by piece.

the scene kept going, dragging out the agony. every line landed harder than the last, like physical blows in a ring. and then finally, just as the script demanded, your character completely broke.

“right.” your voice shook, the word cracking right down the middle. another long, agonizing pause. the tears were properly gathering now, blurring his harsh silhouette. “i think i finally understand it now.”

he said absolutely nothing, his arms crossing over his chest, his posture unyielding.

“you don’t actually love me,” the words came out so small, fragile enough to shatter if anyone moved too quickly. “you just love the feeling of being needed. you love the power of it. that’s it, isn’t it?”

the room went completely, utterly still. even the heavy cameras felt like they’d stopped whirring.

“and now that you don’t need me anymore…” you laughed once, a hollow, heartbroken sound that scraped against your ribs. “…i’ve just become a massive inconvenience to you.”

he swallowed. you saw his adam’s apple bob, a tiny, involuntary break in his composure, but his character stayed fiercely cold. “if that’s the ridiculous narrative you want to believe, go right ahead. see if i care.”

“no.” you stepped back, pulling yourself away from his space and shaking your head. “that’s not a narrative. that’s what you’ve spent the last six months showing me.” a heavy tear finally spilled over, tracking a hot line down your cheek. “and i deserve so much better than somebody who makes me feel this small.”

god, the director was practically falling out of his chair, leaning so far forward his nose was nearly touching the viewing screen.

“angel—” he started, reaching out a hand, his fingers twitching as if to grab your wrist.

“don’t.” you cut him off instantly, stepping entirely out of his reach. “don’t you dare call me that. you lost that right long ago.”

the nickname—the one his character had used throughout the entire script. the shattered, desperate look that crossed seonghyeon’s face in that exact split second nearly broke the remaining crew members.

“we’re done.”

with trembling fingers, you reached behind your neck, unlatching the silver necklace his character had given yours in the first act. you let it drop onto the wooden table with a sharp, metallic clink. then, without looking back at him, you walked straight out of the frame.

“cut.”

☆ 

nobody moved.

seriously, absolutely nobody moved a muscle. the entire room stayed frozen in place for three agonising seconds because somehow, you two had made a fake breakup feel like a real tragedy. 

the director just stared blankly at the monitor, his coffee long forgotten. the sound team stared intently at the floorboards. the makeup artist looked vaguely traumatised, clutching her powder puff like a weapon, and one of the production interns, juhoon, looked about two seconds away from an actual crying fit.

and then—“cut!” the director slammed his bound script shut against his knee. “that’s it! that’s the one!.”

everyone jumped. spontaneous cheers erupted from the back of the studio. applause rippled through the grips and gaffers. someone—probably james, your friend—near the fire exit actually shouted, “thank god!” because nobody wanted to sit through another take of that emotional warfare.

the absolute second the cameras stopped rolling, seonghyeon completely fell apart. “angel.”

you barely had time to wipe the wetness from your cheek before he was moving.

“angel, look at me.”

he was already crossing the set, his long legs eating up the distance between the prop sofa and the door.

“baby, please.”

“hyeon, wait, my mic—”

“absolutely not.”

he reached you in a second, his hands coming up to frantically grab your face. his palms were warm, a little damp with nerves.

he immediately leaned down to press a hard, lingering kiss to your forehead. then to the bridge of your nose. then your left cheek. the other cheek. your right temple. your chin. he was kissing everywhere except your actual lips, purely because his brain had short-circuited and he’d forgotten where basic human features lied.

“i’m so sorry,” he mumbled against your skin, his voice thick and entirely his own again.

“for what?” you laughed, though your ribs still felt a bit tight from the scene.

“everything. all of it.”

“you didn’t actually do anything, dumbass.”

“i called you insecure,” he insisted, his thumbs wiping away the remnants of your stage tears with fierce, trembling tenderness.

“your character called my character insecure.”

“same thing.”

“that is literally, by definition, not the same thing.”

he ignored you, pressing another desperate kiss to your forehead, his eyes dark with lingering guilt. “i hated it. i hated every single second of it.”

“you wrote four pages of notes in your script complaining about this specific scene, hyeon.”

“because it was mean! it was unnecessarily cruel to your character.”

“he’s supposed to be mean. he’s a terrible boyfriend.”

“well, i didn’t enjoy acting like one.”

you finally let out a proper, bubbling laugh, and the sound of it seemed to physically heal him. his broad shoulders immediately dropped an inch, the rigid tension melting out of his spine.

“there she is,” he breathed to himself, leaning his forehead against yours.

“you are so dramatic.”

“i’m entirely serious.” he slid his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and burying his face deep into the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo from your hair that was let down. “i would never say those things to you.”

“i know you wouldn’t, baby.”

“ever.”

“hyeon, i know.”

“not even if somebody paid me a million.”

“they are literally paying you to do it right now.”

“you know what i mean,” he mumbled into your skin.

around you, the crew—especially martin from props and keonho from lighting, who were straining their necks to lean closer to the set like they were listening to some neighbour’s juicy gossip—collectively pretended to be very busy with cables. it was difficult for them, though, considering seonghyeon had apparently decided the entire studio needed to hear him worship his girlfriend to compensate for the script.

“you’re not insecure at all,” he said, shifting to kiss the top of your head. “you’re one of the most brilliant, confident people i’ve ever met in my life.” another firm kiss.

“and you’re so clever.” kiss.

“and funny.” kiss.

“and ridiculously, unfairly pretty.”

“seonghyeon, stop it.” you could feel your cheeks flushing red under the heavy foundation.

“and so talented.”

“hyeon, please.”

“and kind.”

“seonghyeon.”

“and every single room feels completely different the moment you walk into it.”

“that doesn’t even make any sense.”

“it makes perfect sense to me.”

you groaned, lifting your hands to cover your burning face. he immediately caught your wrists, gently pulling your hands away so he could look at you. “don’t hide from me.”

“you’re embarrassing me to death.”

“good.”

“everyone is literally watching us.”

“excellent. let them look.”

“eom seonghyeon!”

he grinned, a shameless, bright thing that crinkled the corners of his eyes. 

“angel, i just spent four agonizing minutes pretending i didn’t love you with everything i have.” he squeezed your fingers tightly, lacing them with his own. “i need at least ten minutes of proper recovery time from that trauma.”

from somewhere behind the lighting rigs, one of the staff yelled out, “take twenty minutes if you need, bro!”

“thanks, man!” seonghyeon shouted back over his shoulder without breaking eye contact with you.

“no one asked you, james!” you shouted towards the rafters at the same time.

the entire set erupted into a loud, collective burst of laughter, breaking the final remnants of the heavy tension.

☆ 

later on, while the crew was packing away the heavy diffusers and winding up the thick black cables, you found him sitting alone in the dim corner beside the monitor, quietly rewatching the playback of the scene. his expression looked oddly miserable, his chin resting in his palm.

you slid into the canvas chair beside him, rubbing a hand over his knee. “you alright?”

he nodded slowly, then immediately shook his head, letting out a heavy breath. “i hate it.”

“because it’s a sad scene?”

“because you looked genuinely hurt,” he whispered, turning his head to look at you, his eyes full of that soft, yearning vulnerability that always made your heart ache. “i know it’s just the script. i know it’s acting. but for a split second, when the lights were up, it felt entirely real.”

your heart melted into a puddle right there on the dusty floor. “hyeon.”

“when you took off that necklace and said ‘we’re done’?” he looked down at his own lap, picking at a loose thread on his trousers. “i actually felt physically sick to my stomach.”

you leaned sideways, pressing your shoulder against his comfortingly. because there he was—the exact same boy who got incredibly clingy if you left him on read for more than twenty minutes while you went shopping alone. the same boy who texted you a string of incoherent emojis every morning before his eyes were even fully open. 

“well, it’s a very good thing i’m not breaking up with you in real life then, isn’t it?” you murmured.

“an excellent decision on your part.”

“is it really?” you teased. 

“absolutely.” he turned towards you, pressing a tiny, sweet kiss to your forehead. then another one right between your eyebrows. and another one on your temple. “because i’m keeping you forever. you’re stuck with me.”

“that sounds slightly threatening, pretty boy.”

“it’s romantically threatening.”

“that doesn’t make it any better, i think.”

“angel.”

“what?”

his smile softened, becoming small, private, and deeply fond—completely, thoroughly seonghyeon again, with no trace of the script left in him. “thank you for never making me audition for the role of your ex-boyfriend in real life.”

you stared at him for a beat, deadpan. “that might genuinely be the most cringe thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“and yet you’re still with me.”

“unfortunately for my reputation, i am.”

“see?” he beamed, his chest puffing out as he looked around the emptying studio. “she loves me.”

“somebody please remove this man from the set,” you said dryly to the empty audience. 

“she absolutely loves me!”

“security!”

“the love of my life loves me!”

and somehow, despite the fact that he’d spent the entire morning making an entire film crew weep into their coffee cups, he ended the day exactly the way he always did—making you laugh until your stomach hurt.

© hyuneskkami ❦

“I think I'm about to explode.”

You were walking back home with your friends Eunchae, Seonghyeon, Wonhee and Keonho after school.

“I hope it happens soon.” Keonho smirks at you.

“Why though?” Wonhee asked.

“Why not.” You replied. “Exams are coming up, my crush got himself a girlfriend, my other crush is moving schools, the teachers won't stop picking on me and my mom has banned unhealthy snacks at home for a month which basically means no snacks which equals to me starving.” You sighed in frustration.

“If you didn't have crushes on two guys at the same time, you'd have one less problem.” Eunchae rolled her eyes at you.

“How could I possibly choose between Jaehyun and Ohyul?!”

“Community hoe” Keonho laughs at you. “Just eat snacks from outside.”

“I'm broke.”

“The only problem you should be worried about are the exams.” Eunchae intervened.

“How come none of you guys want to explode.”

“We do, we are just not vocal about it.”

“Except Seonghyeon maybe.” Eunchae said, looking back at him.

Everyone turns their head towards Sean who was walking behind them with his earphones in. He was listening to music like usual on his MP3.

He suddenly stopped on his tracks when he realised everyone was looking at him.

“What?” Sean

“Seriously what do you listen to everyday that has you disassociating so much from reality” You asked him.

Every day while walking to school, during lunch breaks and while going back home, he always carried his MP3 player and barely talked to anyone.

“Good music.” He replied.

“I'm jealous of you.”

“Why?”

“Seems like you're not worried about anything currently.”

“Nah, twin got lots of stuff on his plate.” Keonho wraps his hand around Sean’s neck and continues walking. “The music just helps him forget it, right?”

“Yeah.”

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The next day you brought more complaints for your friends to listen to during break time.

“I broke my phone.” You sighed, munching away on the sandwich.

“How does everything keep going downhill for you?”

“I think she just attracts negative energy.”

“Maybe we should stay away from you for safety.”

“At least she still has a shot on acing those exams.”

“Her? Acing the exams?”

“Just because people say dream big doesn't mean you gotta dream the impossible.”

“If she aces all her exams I'll dye my hair.”

Such great friends you had who constantly gave you good life advice and motivations. You were truly grateful for their annoying presence.

When break was about to be over, everyone got up from their seats to go back to their classes.

As they all walked ahead, you and Seonghyeon were behind, together.

He was in another class but still cared enough to drop Wonhee and you off.

Just when you were about to head into the class, he held your wrist and put something in the palm of your hand. It was his MP3 player which was old enough that you had to press the buttons harder than seemed necessary.

"Take it."

You looked up at him, questioning the gesture.

His expression was unreadable as always.

"You said your phone broke."

"Oh. Right."

You accepted it carefully.

"I'll give it back tomorrow."

"Whenever." His answer was immediate, like he didn't care.

Then he hesitated.

A tiny pause.

"Just don't judge my music taste."

You laughed at his slightly embarrassed face. "I make no promises, princess.”

‘Princess.’ That was what everyone called him. No one could deny that he was one.

His ears turned suspiciously red.

"Whatever."

And then he was gone.

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That night, you were sprawled across your bed with your earphones connected to the MP3.

The music selection was exactly what you'd expected.

A strange mix of soft indie songs, with a bit of hip hop here and there and surprisingly Justin Bieber songs too. Chet Baker, J.Cole, Tame Impala, Effie, Oasis, his playlist had it all and it was really helpful to you.

After listening to about 12 songs and almost falling asleep, the sudden silence wakes you up.

Then a click.

A recording started playing.

"I think that pigeon has been following me for three days."

You froze. The voice was unmistakably Seonghyeon's.

"I'm serious. It was outside the convenience store yesterday. Today it was near the bus stop. If it appears tomorrow, I'm moving."

After a long pause, he continues.

"Actually, I can't afford to move."

Another pause.

"Maybe the pigeon knows that."

Click.

The recording ended and the next song began. Bad Habit by Steve Lacy.

You sat upright slowly after that strange recording.

‘What was that?’ You think to yourself. ‘Had he accidentally left voice memos on here?’

Indeed he did, very accidentally, because after two songs another recording started playing.

"2:14 a.m."

His voice sounded sleepy.

"You ever think about how fire based superheroes in movies are basically just government approved arsonists?"

Silence.

"I think humans would be happier if we just accepted Celestia from that cartoon my sister watches as our new ruler."

You heard a small yawn. He was definitely sleepy.

"Hypothetically speaking of course. Would be better if we were just horses.”

Another yawn escapes.

"Goodnight."

The next song started immediately afterward. Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter. That was quite the unexpected song after a weird rant. You laughed so hard you almost dropped the MP3 player.

The recordings kept appearing but not often enough to expect.

Just often enough to catch you off guard.

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"I saw someone carrying six loaves of bread today.”

Pause.

"I hope they're doing okay."

──── ୨୧ ────

"I accidentally made eye contact with a cat."

He sighed.

"It won."

──── ୨୧ ────

"Is it really that great being 190 cm?”

Pause.

“Fuck Martin.”

──── ୨୧ ────

Each recording felt like discovering a secret version of him, unlike the quiet Seonghyeon that everyone knew. The only time he wouldn't be quiet was while expressing his dislike towards things.

The Seonghyeon trapped inside this MP3 apparently narrated his life like an exhausted wildlife documentary.

It was almost 3 a.m. and you were getting sleepy, but of course something strange happened again.

You heard your name.

"Today Y/N laughed so hard she almost fell off her chair."

A pause and then the sound of fabric rustling.

"I spent twenty minutes pretending I wasn't watching."

"She looked happy."

His voice softened.

"So that was nice."

Click.

The next song began. White Keys by Dominic Fike.

You stared at the wall as your heart had completely forgotten how to function.

Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe there were only one or two recordings mentioning you. It shouldn't be too surprising since you were technically part of his everyday life along with Keonho, Wonhee and Eunchae.

That would make sense.

Reasonable.

Normal.

Except, it kept happening.

You heard his voice again.

──── ୨୧ ────

"Y/N lent me a pen today."

A short pause before he continued.

"I own six pens."

"I still took her's."

Click.

──── ୨୧ ────

"I think Y/N notices things nobody else notices."

A faint sound, like he'd shifted against a pillow.

"It's kind of scary, not in a bad way."

"Just scary."

Click.

──── ୨୧ ────

The recording began with several seconds of silence until he finally spoke.

"I almost texted Y/N."

A groan.

"Didn't."

"Very brave of me."

Click.

──── ୨୧ ────

You buried your face in a pillow.

This was bad.

Very bad.

Because every recording sounded like something that was never meant to leave his room. And the songs in between each of them just made you more emotional, in a good way.

Like thoughts spoken aloud because nobody else was there to hear them.

Raw and unedited.

The worst one happened near 4 a.m.

You couldn't sleep after hearing all that of course so you ended up staying up till morning listening to the music (and the short recordings you were curious about).

Lying in bed, you were listening to Tightrope by Zayn when another recording appeared at the end of it.

At first there was only slow and sleepy breathing.

"Can't sleep."

Several seconds passed along with a yawn.

You almost thought the recording was over.

Then his voice emerged again, thick with exhaustion.

"Y/N smiled at me today."

Silence.

"That was nice."

"Really nice."

The mattress beneath him creaked faintly as though he'd rolled over.

"I think I like- "

The recording was cut off abruptly.

The next song started. For lovers who hesitate by JANNABI

You sat straight up and rewound it.

Listened again and again.

Every time it stopped at exactly the same point.

"I think I like-"

End. Nothing else.

You spent ten full minutes staring at the ceiling after that and let the music continue.

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The next morning you were about to return the MP3 player and Seonghyeon held his hand out without looking up.

"Thanks."

"Mhm."

"Good music."

"Yeah."

You watched him carefully, still holding onto it.

"Interesting recordings too." You added.

The MP3 player nearly slipped out of his hands and you caught it immediately. It was back in your hands now.

The silence that followed was catastrophic.

He lifted his head slowly.

"What recordings?" He asked, looking skeptical. An expression he rarely showed.

"You know." You said as a matter of fact.

His face was drained of color. You could practically watch the memory hit him.

The voice memos.

The forgotten files.

The accidental confessions.

Every single one.

All at once entered his head.

"Oh."

You had never seen genuine fear in his eyes before until now.

"Oh no."

His ears turned bright red.

"Oh no."

"About the pigeon-"

"Oh no."

"The ‘Celestia being our ruler’ was kinda cute."

"Please stop talking." He buried his face in his hands.

"The bread recording was my favorite."

"Please."

He looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

You tried to hold back the smile while watching him. Unfortunately, he noticed. Which only made him look more horrified.

"How many did you hear?" He asked, taking his hands off his face.

You considered lying but your mind worked in its own way.

"Most of them."

The expression on his face suggested immediate death would've been preferable.

"Seonghyeon?"

"Yeah?"

"There was one recording that was cut off."

His entire body froze.

You watched the realization dawn on him.

Then despair.

Then acceptance.

The complete emotional journey in under three seconds.

"Delete it from your memory." He hid his eyes in his hands. Refusing to look at you.

"So there was more?" You teased him casually.

"Delete it."

You laughed.

His hand slid down his face.

Defeated and hopelessly embarrassed.

But beneath all of that there was a tiny smile threatening to appear.

Because for all the recordings he'd never intended anyone to hear and all the sleepy rambling and accidental confessions, you hadn't laughed at him.

Not in a mean way at least.

And somehow that seemed to matter more than anything.

"Give me the MP3 player." He said, putting his hand out again.

"Why?"

"I'm destroying the evidence."

"You absolutely can't."

"Y/N."

"No."

"Y/N."

“No.” You grinned.

His face immediately turned red again and this time, neither of you looked away first.