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in which martin is jealous—headcanon!

warnings : getting hit on (?) type: fluff/ sfw. M.list

★ MARTIN

• martin is the type of guy to sulk, super quickly.

• when he’s jealous, he’d stop talking, and start narrowing his eyes, jaw clenched and a raised eyebrow, he’s the type of guy that would intimidate the person talking/flirting with you with his height and aura.

• if someone exceeds the limits, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in and take the conversation seriously, “i’m pretty sure she’s dating someone,” martin would start, “and that someone is me.”

You were at a huge garden with martin, walking together hand in hand as you talked with ease, some flirting here and there, and the usual vibe that you would always find between both of you.

“Wanna go sit a bit?” He suggested and you nodded, making your way quickly towards the nearest bench where you chose to sit and watch the river flow in front of you.

And before you could even get to relax, Martin nudged your shoulder with his elbow playfully, drawing your attention to him, “want some churros?”

You gleamed with joy as you thought about it, a smile spreading on your face, infecting Martin too, “sure! Don’t get the expensive ones though.”

He winked at you and promised that he wouldn’t (although you know he will) and then got up in search for it. You sat there alone watching him walk away, with those baggy jeans of his and shirt that clung rather perfectly on him, thinking of how you bagged such an amazing person.

You leaned back on the bench, your hands draping against your lap as you brushed your pants. The breeze slowly drifted your hair in waves as it settled a cool atmosphere, and you felt giddy about the fact Martin and his churros.

That was until a shadow fell over you, hiding the scene in front of you.

You raised your face to look at the culprit until your eyes met his.

He stood there, hands in pockets and a smug look on his face as he looked you up and down, making you internally gag.

“You alone here, cutie?” His voice drawled, and you rolled your eyes at his words.

“I have a boyfriend.” You replied, quick and sharp, and he scoffed, leaning as he invaded your personal space, looking left and right as he took your chin in his hand.

“Don’t see him around here.” And you quickly swatted his hand away, ready to take your phone and call Martin, “pretty girls like you shouldn’t be left unattended and alone here, or else men like me would take them.”

“Yeah, well doesn’t change the fact I’m taken—” you pointed, and you were ready to get up before the situation escalated.

Suddenly, another shadow fell over you, and this time it was recognizable.

Martin.

The sweetness of the churros in his hand didn’t meet his face. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenched and body stiff as he looked between you and the creep.

Martin towered over him, which was an advantage for him, and the other guy stood tall, unwilling to move.

“She said she’s taken, didn’t you hear?” His voice was low, and way too calm for Martin’s usual tone.

The guy scoffed, tongue poking his cheek as he remained unwavering, “yeah and who are you?

Martin smirked, and before you could try to stop both of them, he sat next to you, brushing the hair off your cheek to behind your ear, and leaning to press a slow kiss there. You were surprised, cheeks glowing brightly as Martin leaned down on the bench, his hand lingering on your shoulder as his fingers drummed to a beat there, his eyes never left the guy.

“Her boyfriend.”

Silence and tension filled the air as they held a staring contest, and you sat there awkwardly, looking between both of them as if you were a prize or a bounty.

And the creep decided to leave, muttering curses under his breath as he walked away from you.

Martin looked at you, laughing, “what’s with that face?”

You lightly hit his chest, cheeks puffed out in embarrassment and slight…attraction.

“You kissed me in public!” You blinked at him, still trying to figure out what happened.

“Mm,” he hummed, taking the churros bag and putting it on your lap, “I know,”

“You had to warn me!” You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face never faded away and he noticed, and that’s why he couldn’t help but fond over you.

“He had to know one way or another, sorry,” he shot back, opening the small paper bag to take one of the sugary sticks.

“You don’t mean it,” you laughed, shoving the churros in his mouth before he could gloat any further, “but I don’t mind it, Tin.”

And Martin couldn’t his grin anymore at the nickname, “well, see? I get to keep you to myself after all, my girlfriend.”

he winked at you as if he didn’t just try to murder that guy, and now he was chewing on churros as he swayed his head left and right to the breeze.

you’re grateful that he’s yours.

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Are we just friends? KEONHO

in which keonho doesn’t seem like a friend to you anymore, but a lover.

warnings: confusion, slight jealousy. type: fluff, slight angst if you squint, sfw. m.list

“are we just friends?”

Keonho, the young charming boy who got all the girls flaunting his name left and right, fell in love with you, and he didn’t know how it happened.

For him, it was the simple gestures that you shared, curious touches, idiotic words, smooth vibes and elegant expressions.

For instance, he’d be in a group of people, standing there while sharing his ideas and thoughts creatively, and when you enter, his whole world stops. The first person you notice in the room is him, and only him.

Martin and James would usually make fun of his sickly-in-love but can they blame him for being so starstruck by an amazing girl like you?

It’s not his fault that you were everything he asked for.

Beautiful, pretty, intelligent yet funny. 

Ahn Keonho doesn’t really deserve you in his opinion, but one day, he’ll surely gather up the courage to pour out his heart to you.

The said day came when you were sitting outside of your house, eyes narrowing at the horizon in front of you, observing and soaking in the sunshine that drew paintings in the sky with the streaks of sunlight that barely stayed. 

He thought that you blended well with the atmosphere, hurrying to capture a picture of you there to keep in his memory without you knowing.

One step, he thought, two steps, he sighed, three steps, he smiled, and four steps, he stopped.

He stopped when he saw another person approaching you, tall, lean and skinny as if he trained his self for opportunities.

Keonho stepped backwards, face slightly scrunching in annoyance and pain.

Unbearable pain that tugged at his heart.

He watched as you raised your head to look at the man approaching you, sitting next to you as if it was always meant for him, and not for Keonho.

“That was supposed to be me,” Keonho muttered, voice small and soft enough to break his own heart.

He sighed, his nose stinging from the cold, or maybe his own chest, he figured you liked that kind of men anyway.

He turned on his heel, head low, ready to leave before anyone can catch his eyes shimmering with unshed tears, it was the cold, he convinced himself, until he heard your gentle voice.

“Keonho?”

He froze, his head rose from his shoulders, turning slowly as if to make sure what he heard was real, and not just his imagination.

You motioned for him to come sit next to you, and he watched as the guy next to her hurriedly got up, bowing  and looking as if he had interrupted something.

Keonho bowed back, confused but relieved for a moment.

“I brought her notebook, she forgot it with me,” he said and Keonho nodded, his hair getting brushed off with the sudden wind that came.

And now he left, leaving both of you in this subtly empty atmosphere, staring at nowhere in particular.

You smiled as you looked at him, his hands in his pockets as you saw how he visibly avoided looking at you, “come here,” you patted the place next to you, “I don’t wanna break my neck to look at you.”

One blink, “me?” He replied, still dazed.

“Who else?” You giggled, “of course you, Keon.”

There it was, the nickname he hated when it was with his friends, but loved when it was you who pronounced and rolled off your tongue.

Not so long after, he sat, leaving a respectful space between you and him, his chest bloomed with warmth, gentleness and…love.

The sun dipped lower, but the tension rose higher.

No one dared to speak a word as you both stared at the open sky, whelming the other sceneries.

Keonho risked his dignity to look at you, once, he tried subtly, and you didn’t say a word.

Twice, his glance lingered, he studied your features as if he was under a timer.

Thrice, he looked at you fully, not paying attention to the slightest bit of time nor any matter.

“You keep staring at me,” you spoke, voice gentle, and his cheeks reddened.

“How can I not?” Keonho replied, and you turned to look at him, making him swallow hardly.

“Keonho?” 

“Yeah?”

A second of silence filled the air with quiet and tension thick enough to make it seem like a dream. 

“If you were to choose between me and the sun, what would you go with?” 

His eyes studied your figure once again, lingering way too much for a simple question, his hand tightly wrapped around his phone in his pocket before he scooted next to you.

Shoulders touching.

Hearts touching.

“You,” he started and you grinned, “because you’re prettier than anything else in this world.”

“Am I?” Your eyes fluttered, making your lashes look like they stroke your cheeks, and he noticed.

He always did.

You blinked, stunned at first, before laughter bubbled out of you. “Keonho, that’s so cheesy.”

“W-wait a second, I didn’t mean,” his ears instantly turned red, as he nervously laughed and turned to hide his face, “I didn’t mean to make it super cheesy.”

You tilted your head, trying to catch a glance of him, of his eyes that glossed up with embarrassment.

“You’re pretty cute when you panic,” the look you threw him was fond. And he turned to look at you again between his fingers.

“You can’t just say this, when we’re only friends.” His heart sank.

He was the one setting the limits between both of you.

He was the one friend zoning both of you, even if he wanted more.

You looked at him, your eyes narrowing as you sighed softly, and then leaning on his shoulder.

His smile dropped quickly, fading from a genuine to a nervous one as your head made it’s way through on his shoulder, and he tried not moving.

“Can I ask again?” 

“Of course.”

“Are we just friends, in your opinion?”

And the world paused.

His heart tightened, chest heavy and breath hardened, he gulped. Friends, just friends, say it Keonho, say it—

“I…” he started, and your eyes closed, “I don’t know if I can say that.”

You titled your head, pure curiosity and something hidden as your ears started burning, “so we’re not…just friends?”

“No,” his throat went dry, “I…I’ve mentally stopped thinking about us being just friends, months ago.”

You opened your eyes, expression blank and eyes wide, his words washing you with the sunset, “you mean…”

“I don’t know about you,” he said quickly, “I’ve set limits, I tried my hardest to keep my feelings to myself, because I didn’t want to risk us losing each other, and the more I realize that we’re closer, the more I start thinking…we’re something more than friends—“

“Keonho,” you cut him off, and he turned to look at you, eyes directly staring at your own orbs.

You smiled, softly and calmly and it reminded him of why he loved you, and instead of leaving, you squeezed his hand.

 “I like you too, more than a friend.” 

Relief so pure it made him almost faint, the anxiety replaced with adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream, “you do?”

You nodded, “I do.” 

The world seemed to halt for a moment, it was only you and him, sitting there, feelings out astray. Shoulders pressed together, hands entwined, hearts echoing the same rhythm, Keonho let himself finally relax.

“So that means, you’re my girlfriend?” He murmured softly, though the words didn’t seem right to him.

“You’re my boyfriend.” You replied and you grinned widely, warmth sneaking on both of your cheeks as you started laughing together.

For the first time, Keonho understood that ‘friends’ wasn’t just a word to describe your relationship with you, but much, much more than that.

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dedicated to @gyubchoco 🤍

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requests open <3

currently writing keonho ff 🤍

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masterlist:

★　CORTIS OT5

types of dates they will take out to.

MARTIN

jealous martin headcanon.

JAMES

none

JUHOON

none

SEONGHYEON

• jealous Seonghyeon hc.

KEONHO

• are we just friends?

(more coming soon :3)

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seonghyeon headcannon when he’s jealous 😭🙏🙏

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in which Seonghyeon is jealous—headcanon!

warning: none<3 type: fluff, sfw!

★ SEONGHYEON

  Seonghyeon is the type of guy that wouldn't really mind you hanging out with anyone, but he'd set some limits on who you specifically hang out with.

  He really doesn't get jealous, but he gets incredibly petty, for example, you're laughing at another member's joke? Suddenly Seonghyeon tries to come up with the funniest joke he's ever heard to win you over.

  Sometimes, going with the vibe is all he does, but when it gets pretty serious, he'd rather show signs that you're with him, and not anyone else.

Standing at the ice cream truck, Seonghyeon stared at the man in front of you that kept lashing out unnecessary comments, eyes narrowing in slight annoyance.

"Your dress looks really pretty!"

"Your hair matches your face, it's beautiful."

"your eyes really gorgeous."

You, of course, just chuckled politely, shifting your weight from one foot to another, not catching the daggers Seonghyeon was silently throwing, but he couldn’t handle it anymore, this looked like borderline flirting, meanwhile you were his. 

So he did what any reasonable man would do, and is to hint that you were dating by holding your hand first. You turned around as you noticed his hand sliding up to meet yours, interlocking them in a way that would make you feel like you were forced to, “Hyeon?” You said, “what’s wrong?” and he just shrugged it off with a light half hearted laugh.

“Nothing,” he smiled, and when you turned away, he looked as if he was  two seconds away from exploding.

Later on, you got your ice cream, but you had an extra scoop of chocolate, you furrowed your eyebrows, “I didn’t order—“

“On the house, pretty.” The worker winked and that dragged a sharp exhale from Seonghyeon, that was the last straw.

And before you could react, he slapped down on the counter more money than necessary, and his hand slid once again into yours as he tugged away firmly from the truck.

You stumbled on your feet, “H-Hyeonnie?” You called, but no sign of answer came your way, your voice was too small.

His usual smiley dimpled face was nowhere to be seen, teeth gridded with irritation and annoyance, but when he finally stopped, he turned to look at you and pout.

“What’s so good about his ice cream anyway? The ones I make are better.”

Your eyes widened as you started to understand the situation more, “Hyeon, are you jealous?”

“WHAT, no—“ he quickly cut you, his cheeks started glowing, “here, give me that—“

He took the ice cream in your hand and licked a stripe of it, his face scrunched up quickly, nose wrinkled as if he tasted something rotten, “see! This is way too sugary!” He darted his tongue out as if he was trying to scrape the sweetness away.

You started laughing at his antics, And when you giggle and poke his cheek like, “You’re jealous over ice cream?” he’d scoff all defensive and guilty, “me? Never! It’s just that the ice cream I make is better anyway!”

You’d end up doubling in laughter as his cheeks reddened by the second. 

“Don’t laugh! I’m serious—mine’s way better.” And you nodded, hiding your face from laughing too much, “Remember that one time I made you strawberry? You finished it in, like, two minutes. You didn’t even breathe!”

“I know Hyeonnie, it is better!”

And he’d keep ranting, all pouty, while you just keep poking his cheek until he caves and mumbles, “Fine, maybe I was a little… tiny bit jealous. But only because you’re mine. Not because of the ice cream.”

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CORTIS—the type of dates they will take you out to.

type: fluff, sfw warnings: none <3

MARTIN

Martin is the type of guy that would call you mid producing to ask you to dress up for a date, and you’d be like, “where are we going?” And he’ll just laugh and tell you it’s a surprise.

You ended up wearing something way too out of context to where you were supposed to be, aka the arcade.

Martin looked at you and couldn’t stop chuckling, bending over to flick your forehead gently as he says, “I didn’t know you’d end up dressing up way too fancy,”

You’ll pout for the next few hours, sulking away as he intertwined his hands with yours, going from one machine to another as he tried to try every one possible.

And you really wanted to leave, but Martin looked at you, not once, not twice, but thrice before pulling you to a build-a-bear machine store where he’d end up choosing the most adorable teddy bear.

You tried to not smile, you really did but the sight of the employee filling the insides of the bear and Martin just laughing until he turned red really didn’t help your situation.

“Would you like to put a voice message?” And Martin nodded quickly, taking the red heart as he looked weirdly at you, eyes soft and gushy as he said, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

Your cheeks glowed brightly at that, and you couldn’t hide your smile anymore, Martin passed the small heart to the staff and kept looking at you with that cute smile of his, and then you had to choose a name for it for the bear’s certificate, where you proposed, “I think TinTin would be a cute name for it!” And it was his turn to blush.

After naming the bear TinTin, Martin insisted on carrying it everywhere like a proud dad.

He won you random plushies from claw machines (most of them ugly or misshapen, but he acts like they’re treasures).

When you try to say you’re tired and want to go home, he drags you outside for late-night street food — the type where you’re standing by a cart eating tteokbokki and fish cake on sticks.

He fed you with chopsticks, teasing, “This is the real prize of the night, not those claw machines, and the sick track I made dedicated to you.”

It ended with him walking you home, TinTin squished between you two, and Martin leaning down to peck your forehead before he leaves, “hope you had fun.”

JAMES

You haven’t gone out in days, and you really seemed bored with the idea of staying home doing nothing, so when you were texting James about his whereabouts, he replied with a simple, “Wanna go to the movies?”

You really didn’t mind, so you agreed, dressing up rather quickly as he said he was coming in 15.

And when the minutes passed, he showed up at your door, knocking softly as he waited outside with a bunch of snacks in his hands, hair slightly messy like he rushed to look decent and smile sweeter than ever which made your heart race faster than ever.

“You look cute,” he said, and you grinned softly, cheeks glowing with a bright red hue that made him smirk.

The two of you walked side by side, the atmosphere setting a romantic vibe as he matched your pace (considering your height), and he tried his best to not make it obvious.

But James can’t continue this vibe without doing something weird, which showed when you reached the theater.

“Let’s go with Shrek 3!” He suggested, pointing at the poster, and you quickly shook your head in disbelief, “what? No!” You replied and he couldn’t help giggling at your reaction, “what are we, 5?”

After further discussion, you settled with an old movie that had no lines, you didn’t know what it was about but you both decided to give it a shot.

Later on, you wanted to buy popcorn, but he stopped you, pulling you to a corner where no one was watching and lifted his hoodie, showing a bunch of snacks hidden there, motioning with his fingers to not make it obvious as you started laughing about his silliness, “this is our secret, okay?”

You passed through security briefly, throwing lots of glances at James as he was getting checked out by them, and once you were inside, James leaned down to whisper in your ear, “see? I’m a professional, they didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah sure, they just pitied your poor attempt at sneaking candy.” 

Throughout the movie, you kept taking snacks from his hoodie, your hands reaching inside every 5 minutes and somehow they seem to perfectly match his timing, because out of ‘pure coincidence’ his hand was there, and James looked at you with a raised eyebrow as you swatted it away.

Suddenly, one of the candy wrappers crinkled too loudly, and James froze like he’d just committed a crime.

You laughed so hard you had to cover your mouth, and he leaned close whispering, “You’re gonna get us caught!”

The people behind you shushed, and James mouthed an exaggerated “Sorry” before sinking down in his seat dramatically.

Later, when you reached into his hoodie pocket for more candy, he whispered, “That’s not the snack pocket,” making you whip your hand back as he burst out laughing.

Finally, out of pure miracle, the movie finished before you got kicked out for making too much noise, an odd experience for you but not for James.

“Im glad you enjoyed it, or else you would’ve been staring at the ceiling for hours.” And you whipped your head quickly, looking at him with confusion, “how did you know—“

“Oh, trust me, I know.” And then he kissed your hand gently, brushing his lips against your knuckles as you giggled, “thank you for bringing me out.” 

“You’re my top priority, love.”

JUHOON

Juhoon isn’t the type of guy that would go out when he has free time, sometimes, his ideas of dates are just to invite you over, cuddle and talk until you both fall asleep and get cozy even after a long day.

And that was the case today when he came over to your house, handbag in hand and shoulders slouched over with tiredness.

You cooed in awe as you looked at the way his eyes dripped from the air of work that he had experienced the whole day.

“You don’t mind me staying and trying to sleep, right?” He spoke, his voice deep, “I kind of just want to…nap with you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his apparent fatigue, nodding as you welcomed him in. You watched as threw himself into the couch, tugging you with him there.

His honesty made you flutter with the way he exhaled in relief.

The second your head rested on his chest, he contently sighed, wrapping one arm around you lazily as he drowned on the couch.

His hoodie smelled like fresh laundry that just came out of a laundromat, you could also feel his heart batting slowly.

“You’re really warm,” he mumbled, half-asleep already, his voice muffled against your hair.

You giggled softly, something about him being so vulnerable and raw like this made your tummy twist in delight.

“I’m always warm, it’s just you’re cold.”

“Well, you’re my body warmer for now.” He whispered, sleep engulfing the atmosphere.

You thought you’d stay awake, but with his steady breathing and the weight of his arm around you, your eyes grew heavy too.

By the time you woke up, the sun was already setting, and Juhoon was still holding onto you tightly, as if afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

He blinked awake groggily, hair sticking out in every direction, and whispered with a tiny smile, “Best nap I’ve ever had.”

SEONGHYEON

When you look at Seonghyeon, all you can see is that his are pants low, very low.

And it was your mission to buy that boy some belts for his own sake.

And that’s where the idea to go on a shopping-date started.

A week later, you found yourself hand in hand walking through different shops and stores, Seonghyeon just accompanied you, judging your style as you walked along the shelves and hanged clothes.

“You don’t get to judge me when your underwear is showing!” You pointed and he looked down, subtly pulling his pants up.

“Well, it’s stylish, you just don’t know it!” He replied and your childish bickering continued, stretching to no end as you both were determined to convince the other to listen.

After an hour of God knows what patience you held, you dragged him to an accessories shop, sliding directly to the belt section where he protested loudly, “no, I don’t want to, Y/N, please—“

“You’re 1 inch away from dropping your pants to the floor, now listen to me Seonghyeon.” You grabbed his cheeks, making him looking at you even if the nails you wore pocked his cheeks, making him look like a pucker fish, “either you do this for your own sake, or you flash everyone.”

He laughed, his dimple showing as he swatted your hand away, scoffing at your ‘motherly ways’.

He wheezed, while you held up a black belt to his waist like you were on a mission from God.

He stepped back, shaking his head, “Nah, this is giving the type of belt James-hyung would wear. You’re trying to ruin my drip.”

“WHAT drip?!” You yelled, earning stares from a couple shoppers. “Your whole butt is out 24/7. You’re one squat away from going viral for the wrong reasons.”

Seonghyeon smirked, leaning down closer, “Maybe that’s the plan, you don’t get it.”

You smacked his arm with the belt so hard the sales assistant glanced over. “PUT. IT. ON.”

He finally gave in, sliding the belt through his jeans and turning for you dramatically like it was a fashion show. “Well? Do I look hot now, mom?”

“Hot, no. But decent, maybe.” You tried not laughing by covering your face, because why did he look like an average human? He rolled his eyes at that.

“Admit I was right and I’ll buy it for you.” 

“Never.”

“I’ll buy it anyway.”

KEONHO

You never knew fun with boys in amusement parks existed until Keonho charmed his way through your heart.

Now, you’d question yourself, why would you ever be at a ferris wheel, sneaking 3 snacks, wait—4 snacks, the other one was in Keonho’s hands—, and laughing at the way he chunked them as if they were going to run out?

You really don’t understand, what even were you doing at an amusement park at 12 AM, past your own curfew, and probably his.

He was the type of guy that would drag you out to the most random places ever, grabbing your hand tightly as you went from one place to another.

Mind you, the date you told your parents about began at 4 PM, and now it’s midnight.

No matter how dizzy you looked after the last machine, he would bring you from one ride to another, “one more!” He’d giggle and you’d groan in fatigue, “hey I promise!”

“YOU PROMISED 4 rides ago!” You yelled, earning a chuckle out of him, and you couldn’t even be mad at him, because Keonho brought the fun into your life, the thrill, the joy, everything.

At some point, he went to the cheapest toy stand, buying you the ugliest plushie you’ve ever seen and handing it to you as if it were an expensive prize, “he’s Edward the second.”

And you would absolutely double over laughing.

And when you finally arrived to the ferris wheel, well, where the chaos started, Keonho started shaking the cabin, drawing out horrified screams from you.

“KEONHO, NO!” You gripped the seat tightly, sweat rolling down your temples as he laughed so hard at the way you were terrified.

“Hypothetically speaking, if I open the door—“

“Don’t. Even. Think. About it.” And he tried getting up but you smacked his arm before he could get the chance to do so, earning a click of his tongue.

When the wheel stopped at the very top, instead of being a romantic couple and soaking in the view at 12 AM, your boyfriend decided it was the perfect idea to drown you in unneeded kisses while he took selfies.

“Keonho—“ you giggled, trying to stop the attack of kisses that came from him, but every time he took a photo, the ugly plushie photobombed it.

By the time the ferris wheel came down, you swore you were done — dizzy, tired, and clutching Edward the second like he was your emotional support, snacks were everywhere on you at the moment.

Eventually, security caught sight of him climbing onto the carousel backwards just to make Edward the second ‘ride a horse.’

That was the final straw. A worker pointed straight at you both, “OUT NOW.”

You were mortified, hiding your face as Keonho waved dramatically with the plush in his hand, “Thank you for the memories! My girlfriend, Edward the second and I love you all!”

The two of you got kicked out of the park at 12:30 AM, snacks half-eaten and laughter echoing down the street. 

You glared at him, still catching your breath, “This is your fault. My parents are gonna eat me alive.”

He slung his arm around you with that smug grin, “I’ll convince them it was fun. At least Edward the second approves.”

hi. this is my 1st time writing for cortis kinda nervyy😜😜 considering theyre in my age range well…!

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you🎀

If you saw how much I cared

you would have stared

not that I felt enjoyed or amused

but you mixed my feelings with a spoon

when I see you, my heart bursts into a million balloons

Wether I felt opinionated, elegant, cheeky or flustered,

i would have always looked at you.

they say that most mistakes were made in youth

but would i go back and choose you?

always, my answer remains hidden and passed away

hidden in the dust of the small petal of the flower that i gifted you

the same beautiful flower that shined like your eyes

the same beautiful flower that I couldn’t pass to you

petal by petal i peeled away, waiting for you to smile even if its fake or if its true

my heart aches when you frowned in our first seeing

But couldve that changed our demise feelings?

resentment, joy and fear appeared on you.

only if you knew

that the same flower that fell, was yours when you got out of there

out of that empty shell that drove you to insanity—no.

drove me to insanity.

you stared when I left

you finally accepted my dying feelings

but my heart no longer beats for you

nor for anywho

you noticed how much i cared when i was laid

thats where you finally said

“i miss you, but you are dead.”