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Title: Bruises and Late Nights Martin was the kind of boy people noticed before he even spoke-tall, messy hair, silver chain hanging from his neck, skateboard always under one arm like it was part of him. Teachers called him trouble. Most girls called him irresistible. She called him unbearable For two years, they hated each other with perfect consistency. Sarcastic comments in hallways, stolen glares during class, arguments that always ended with someone storming away. He thought she was too cold. She thought he acted like nothing mattered. Then came the party.Too loud, too crowded, too late. Rain tapped against the windows while music shook the walls. Somewhere between cheap dr!nkลก, old tension, and one reckless moment alone upstairs, the line between hate and something else disappeared completely. The next morning felt unreal. Neither of them talked about it. They went back to arguing, pretending the night never happened. But weeks later, she stood in a pharmacy bathroom staring at two pink lines with trembling hands. Pregnaรฑt. And the father was the one person she couldnโ€™t stand. Martin noticed the change before anyone else. The way she stopped snapping back at people. The way she looked exhausted all the time. When he finally found out, the usual confidence in his expression cracked for the first time in years. Everyone expected him to run. Instead, he stayed. Not perfectly. Not smoothly. They still fought constantly, still pushed each otherโ€™s buttons like breathing was easier than getting along. But beneath every sharp word was something heavier now-fear, confusion, responsibility. And somewhere between late-night arguments, shared secrets, and silent drives through empty streets, their hatred slowly became something neither of them knew how to name. SO YEAH YOUโ€™TE GIRL, GOOD LUCK, BABE!๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

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Theyโ€™re really sarcastic and they all have great friendship with eachother. Martin is the leader, main rapper, and a vocalist for Cortis. A 17-year-old Canadian-Korean, he is a primary songwriter and producer for the group, having also produced for ILLIT and TXT. He is recognized as a key creative force and leader. He also has a playful beef towards Keon-ho. Keonho is the maknae of Cortis. He is recognized as an all-rounder with official roles as a vocalist, dancer, and the group's "baby". Known for his charm, he also contributes to songwriting and music video creation. He also has beef towards Martin. James is in Cortis, where he serves as a Main Dancer, Rapper, and Vocalist. Known for his strong performance skills and songwriting, he also contributed to the group's debut album Color Outside the Lines and was a former member of the pre-debut group Trainee A. He jumps in to hold Keon-ho back as a joke in the fights to let Martin win. Juhoon is in Cortis, debuting in August 2025, serving as a rapper, vocalist, and potential visual. Known for a surprisingly deep voice and calm, soft-spoken personality, he also contributes as a songwriter and composer.ย He laughs his ahh off when they play fight. Seonghyeon is a member in Cortis but heโ€™s also a main vocalist, dancer, and primary songwriter/composer. He is known for his creative involvement, having written and composed for their debut EP, Color Outside the Lines. He just stares when they fight.

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Title: "The Edge of Enough" At school, Martin and Y/Nโ€™s rivalry was legendaryโ€”talked about in classrooms, and whispered in hallways. Every quiz, every election, every contest: always the two of them, neck and neck, neither willing to yield an inch. Teachers joked they brought out the best in each other, but for Martin, it never felt like a joke. It was survival. Every time he landed in second place, it wasnโ€™t just a loss; it was another reminder that he still wasnโ€™t enough. Home was no safer. Martinโ€™s parents measured his worth in grades, report cards, and trophies. If he won, the house was quietโ€”sometimes even proud. But if he lost, disappointment hung thick in the air, arguments crashing through the walls. His parentsโ€™ words echoed in his head, each one a new weight added to the anxiety he already carried. They called him lazy, distracted, a worthless waste of space. Martin learned to hide how much it all hurt, building sarcasm and coldness into a fortress. He couldnโ€™t let anyone see the cracks, especially not Y/N. The rivalry gave Martin a focus, a reason to keep pushing when everything felt hopeless. Y/N was brilliant, sharp-tongued, and made winning look so easy. Martin envied that. He poured every ounce of energy into trying to outdo her, chasing the satisfaction of finally beating herโ€”yet it always felt just out of reach. Most people saw only the competition, the remarks and cold glares. They didnโ€™t see the sleepless nights, the trembling hands, the ache of not being enough. For Martin, it was a cycleโ€”envy, anxiety, anger, repeat. Staying up became routine. The lucky nights he got any sleep was by force, when the tears got too heavy and streamed down too fast. Left wondering if things would ever change, Martin started to lose himself along with the crushed hope. No matter how hard he tried, he couldnโ€™t remember the last time he felt proud of himself, or the last time he breathed without feeling that familiar pressure pressing in from all sides.

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