the fansign room buzzed with excitement — soft chatter, camera shutters, the rustle of photo cards being traded under tables. the five cortis members sat in a neat row on the small stage, smiling as fans stepped up one by one.

Martin had done this a dozen times before. he knew the rhythm by now — greet, sign, smile, thank them, repeat. his handwriting was steady, practiced, his tone always warm but professional.

when you arrived, like other girls you were shaking and nervous making him giggle and comfort you while signing the poster the fansign had prepared for you.

"yaaaa don't be nervous noona, breathe evenly. inhale aaaand exhale"