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[08rtin]

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[pikapipipu]

he’s so WOAHHHHH and im so OHHHHHH

[yuesning]

★ IM IN DANGEROUS LOVE

꩜ synopsis ───── keeping a relationship secret as a promise is usually easy but hard especially when your man looks extremely good with blonde hair.

masterlist 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ zhao yufan x f!reader — fwb!james, blonde james, down bad reader, drinking involved, mild swearing, tension, teasing, slight arguing, some humorous moments, might be seen as suggestive, kissing / making out, if typos are here – ignore them

( people in my taglist, although it is not highly suggestive, please don't read if uncomfortable though nothing here is taken out of boundaries or anything more than kissing and is written through mood & feeling. thank you cuties ! )

you like to say yours and james' patience runs strong during friend group events, knowing that you'll eventually see each other right after but you didn't know that seeing him enter with a whole new look will lead to your patience loosening.

the moment him and his friends entered with their usual grand enterance, you remained still-faced until you met his stare, and you swore the calm persona you carried through broke apart.

you almost talked your thoughts out loud, your words came to a halt mid conversation with your friend, that when you tried to regain consciousness, your words began to stutter.

"having a hard time?" your friend joked, laughing at your stutter. you forced out a laugh with a shake of your head, "i think it's the alcohol." you muttered, scratching at your neck.

"right." she replied with a nod, suspicion running through.

"i'm so fucked." you groaned, leaning your head back against the refrigerator. your whole body heaved a deep sigh, the grip on your cup becoming loose.

the thought of james and all of a sudden ran through your head, the composure that you usually have became undone and he had only walked through the door.

this wasn't the person who you thought you were.

"are you okay?"

you snapped back into your thoughts, eyes flashing wide open as you felt a hand grip onto your shoulder, "you almost fell there, let's take a break on drinking, yeah?" your friend rushed hurriedly, grabbing the cup from your hand and placing it back onto the counter.

"no i'm fine i just – i drank too fast, ill go back to the couch." you smiled innocently, like you weren't just stress sweating a minute ago. "okay but if this happens again, we're dipping out of here."

"i'm fine." you reached out of her grip, fixing your hair as you made your way towards the couch.

you stepped in slowly, trying to avoid contact with everyone — specifically james. you felt your heart pounding, as you walked to one of the empty spots on the couches and by mind you sat next to james without intent, but just because it's a habit.

you sighed, running your hands down your bare thighs from nerves, feeling the warmth of james right beside you.

james noticed the small movement, raising an eyebrow at your impulsive breathing and your hands slowly rubbing up and down your legs like you tried to hide your nerves with comfort.

"you okay?" he leaned down, whispering against your ear, eyeing the people beside him.

"yeah im okay," you replied quietly. you looked over towards him, scanning his face. james met your gaze, staring deeply into you, "then why are you nervous?" he teased, a smile coming across his face.

your eyebrows furrowed, "i'm not nervous."

james saw the flutter in your eyes, the breaking in your voice, your voice getting quieter as the sentence progressed. he already knew the reasoning behind all your actions.

he hummed, "i believe you." he leaned back on the couch, shamelessly letting an arm rest behind you.

you shut your eyes, your arms coming to a cross, your heart only beating faster and faster. you already knew this night wasn't going to last the way you anticipated.

you sat beside james the whole time, easing off with conversations between you and your own friends, zoning out into spaces, anything to try to get james off of your mind.

james did the same thing — like usual; made conversations with his own friends, but his arm still rested behind you like it was a normal friendship action to do. good thing nobody questioned about it.

you really thought your composure regained itself with the distractions, with the ignorance of his arm behind you — though his hand got closer to closer to your shoulder as time went on and you never noticed until you felt the warmth of his hand on your shoulder, his fingers grabbing around the blade of it.

nobody noticed it – most likely too immersed in the different topics that were thrown around the room, but you sure did. your breath hitched mid conversation with your friend, the same stuttering happening all over again.

james smirked to himself, feeling the glow of your skin get hotter by his gesture, but he continued on with his conversations, despite the tension only getting deeper internally.

you tried laughing it off, giggling at whatever your friend had just said, regardless if it was humorous or not, you just needed to distract yourself harder.

but his hand dragged down the sole of your shoulder, reaching down to your elbow, then raising it back up to your blade, resting it there once again.

you bit your lip, letting out a deep breath, as you removed your gaze from your friend.

her voice came to a stop, as you snapped your head towards her, nervous that she may have caught on. "are you okay?" she titled her head.

"yeah?" you replied, confused.

"oh you just looked away from me randomly, i thought something happened again." her lips slanted, worry written all over her face.

you looked at her dumbfounded, not sure if she was being sarcastic or if she was completely oblivious to the hand that was currently rubbing up and down on your arm.

"are you drunk?" you questioned.

"no?" she furrowed her eyebrows, "why would you think that?"

you looked at her up and down, "just - just continue. i'm listening."

"i'll just talk to you later." she rolled your eyes, "or i'll talk to someone else that won't look away from me mid conversation." she huffed out a breath, crossing her arms in the meantime.

you looked over to james, watching the way he scrolled on his phone. "what the fuck are you doing?" you leaned in closer, yelling out quietly.

he met your gaze, "i'm on my phone." he replied blankly, "what are you accusing me of?"

"look at where your hand is and tell me what i'm accusing you of?"

"i'm touching my girl?"

you closed your eyes, "look where we are. if someone sees this you're fucked."

"i don't think they know regardless." he looked around the room, "they're all drunk. also, your friend didn't even catch it. i could make out with you right now and nobody would know."

you rolled your eyes, smiling hard, blush seeping through your cheeks, "don't talk to me like that, you're already doing this."

he chuckled, "i can talk to you however i want cause i know you wouldn't mind."

your tongue met the inside of your cheek, scanning his face once again. you felt your breath becoming rapid, your stare getting lost into his face, words coming blank to your mind.

"i'm going back to the kitchen." your voice came out soft, shaking your head away from any thoughts getting further the more you looked at him.

he smiled, "i'll be waiting for you"

"please don't be." you joked, rushingly getting up from your seat, making your way over the ruckus on the floor.

james watched you as you walked away, both of his arms coming to the top of the couch.

you let a hand run down your forearm, letting out another deep breath that was held in for a long time. you swore that you were going to be out of oxygen as the night approached, he was making you feral by this point.

and he knew.

you arrive to the kitchen, immediately resting your hands on the counter as the breeze from the semi opened window right above the sink settled in, causing you to squint your eyes at the air.

you ran a hand through your hair, letting it sit for a bit before running it through completely, your mind completely bombarded.

his looks remained unchanged in your mind, he has always looked good but never this good to the point you felt feelings you never felt before.

you were always patient, always composed to everyone, nobody knew about your relationships simply because you knew how to handle one privately — but now, you fell like a whole different person.

he knew what he was doing, he knew how you felt and he just wanted to see how far you could go.

you heard shuffling come from behind you, soft footsteps approaching behind you. you looked up at the reflection of the window and your lips immediately came to a smirk, dipping your head back down to stare down at the marble.

he stared at the back of your head the whole time, now resting his back against the counter beside you as he now stared at your side profile.

he dipped his hands in the pockets of his sweats, "you're acting different than usual." he finally broke the silence, lowly.

"you know what you're doing james," you huffed out a breath, raising your head up to look over at him, "i know what you're doing." you added on.

"what am i doing?" he raised an eyebrow. "don't act stupid cause you never do this in front of people." you replied back in an argumentative tone.

"don't get messy with me." he replied sternly, watching your change in demeanor, "i don't like when you start arguing with me."

you remove your hands off the counter, moving closer to him before coming to a stop right in front of him.

his hands stayed flat against the counter, looking at you up and down, watching you carefully. his mind fought the urge to bring his hands towards you, but he wanted to see where you'd take this.

you brought your hands onto his lower stomach, gliding it up until it landed onto his collarbone, meeting his gaze.

he watched you deeply, "don't start this."

you smiled, "you started this." you titled your head, bringing obvious tease onto the scene.

his heart fluttered, letting out a breathy chuckle. he finally brought his hands onto your waist, bringing you in closer until both of your chests glued together, "but i don't like when you do it."

you pouted sarcastically, your hands sliding up to his cheeks, bringing his face closer.

he immediately looked down to your lips, then back to your eyes. he chuckled once again, with a shake of his head, rising his head up a bit, "you're fucking crazy."

"how am i crazy?" you smiled. he licked his lips, heaving a breath, "you're doing this to me knowing that there's people out there."

you hummed, "now you know how i feel." you nodded slowly, "but you're only saying that because you know i won."

"won wh –"

you brought his face back down, planting a quick, lingering kiss onto his lips. you pulled back smiling, and he chased to meet your lips again, but your head retracted back before he could.

"don't get ahead of yourself, maybe someone's watching." you laughed, sliding his hands off of you. you turned on your heels, now leaving him to sulk in the kitchen.

he tried to reach out for your arm, but your legs were faster than him. he placed both of his hands back onto the counter, throwing his head back with a small smile.

you made your way back to the living room , scanning the scene; everyone got worse, multiple cups stacked onto the table, some of them sleeping on the floor — it was a mess.

you stopped in your tracks when you felt a sudden spark reappear in your stomach as your eyes gazed over the spot you and james sat in prior, now empty, yearning for your name.

your mind replayed the moment that happened seconds ago, the shift in tension, the closeness, his stare, his presence — the confidence you had before, is now gone.

you moved forward into the room, grabbing your car keys off of the coffee table.

"where are you going?" one of the boys asked, sitting up straight like you leaving was the end of the world. "home?" you squinted your eyes.

they groaned, "it's only like ten pm though."

"yeah and i'm going home." you rolled your eyes, brushing your top, getting ready to head to the enterance.

"no you're not." you heard a voice call out, the room falling silent. you turned around, only to meet james standing right by the couch.

oh's, flooded around the room, some of them trying to hold in their laughter at the sudden remark from james after being quiet for so long.

"he's serious too." one of his friends added intently, too engaged in the sudden change of tension.

you rolled your eyes once more, "i'm going home."

"why?" james questioned.

your mind froze, searching for an excuse, "i'm tired and i have a cat to feed." you turned back around, ready to head out.

"no don't go home!" one of your friends picked herself up from the couch, running straight to your arms, indulging you into a tight hug, "you can't go.." she mumbled into the crook of your neck, the cup in her hand only getting deeper and deeper into your stomach at that point.

"you're so fucking drunk." you patted her back, laughing while trying to pull back but she only emerged forward after every movement, pain now striking in, "your cup..." you said softly, panic scattering your body.

everyone rised up from the couch as they saw your expression shift to panic, trying to remove her from the scene.

"i told you to hold her down, she's so drunk." one of the other girls yelled out to the guy that sat beside her. "she left me!" he yelled back.

you opened your eyes, catching james in the corner of your eye, standing there almost like he was admiring the scene. "you going to help or what dude?" you yelled out loud.

"your girl is calling for you bro." one of his friends teased, patting his shoulder as he dragged the girl back onto the couch.

you stare wide eyed between the two of them, your eyebrows furrowing as your chest heaved up and down, "what the fuck is wrong with you." you yelled out, grabbing your stomach in the process.

"this is why im leaving, all of you guys are a mess." you turned on your heels but instead of rushing to the enternace you settled yourself into the bathroom that was down the hall.

you weren't even in pain anymore, it was more fury than anything. you knew the relationship was secretive but you had just gotten hurt and he had stood there in awe the whole time.

it got to you when you realized his own friends cared more about you than him and it genuinely upsetted you and that almost made him become fully erased from your mind – just like what happened in the kitchen scene.

you planted your car keys onto the counter, flatting the top of your hair down, fixing the flyaways as it got progressively messier when they tried removing your friend.

"what the hell bro?" you whispered to yourself, trying to fix anything that had gotten ruin physically.

the door suddenly opened, leading your movements to a halt.

"listen –" the sudden entry started.

you groaned deeply, "there's no listen. get out." you faced toward the door, peaking through the creek of the opened door, "please leave me alone." you whined when you realized who it was.

he didn't listen, instead he opened the door further, making you push away from it, leaving no room to push him away any farther.

"i know you're mad at me." he whispered, closing the door behind him. "of course i'm mad at you, you didn't even protect me."

"i didn't know what to do. and you know how she is, she's crazy." his tone remained calm, the lack of anger laced in his voice,

"still, it was a whole glass cup and you stood there." you sighed in disbelief.

"realistically, everyone was already up to help you –"

"but i wanted you to help me." you cut him off, slightly harsh.

he sighed, fingers running through his hair.

just by that moment, you felt the anger flush away within a second, your eyes beaming into him, erasing your thoughts completely.

you sighed back — not from disbelief of the situation this time, but more so from the same feeling you had felt earlier when he entered.

the new look, the way his whole persona changed just by a small detail. it almost made you not want to argue anymore – the feeling fuming its way back into you once again,

"i don't like how you're acting today." you crossed your arms, "you never, ever do this during a group hangout. it's like you dyed your hair and knew how i was going to act."

"or maybe you put a spell on me." you added on.

he laughed, stepping closer to you, "that's exactly it. i just know you so well."

"is this really the day you want us to expose – our whatever we have – to everyone in this house right now?"

"well that depends on how obvious you make it."

you rolled your eyes, arms coming down to your side in defeat, "you made it more obvious than me."

"i just wanted to show you some love." he mumbled, stepping even more closer, watching you with a look that made your heart beat fast.

"stop," your lips forming into a slight pout that eventually turned into a smile.

he chuckled, not even bothering with a reply as he brought a hand to your waist and the other one on your chin, bringing your face closer to his.

you looked in between his lips and his stare, sweat bawling up on the palm of your hands, your nervous system getting intense, the heat now running through your body.

your brought your hands up to the back of his neck, unintentionally bringing his face even closer to your own, lips only inches away from being touched.

"i knew you weren't going to stay angry at me." he mumbled, his breath fanning your lips. "shut up." you whispered, as you were the one who finally closed the distance.

his lips immediately took charge, the hand that was on your chin fell down to the other side of your waist, pulling you in even closer.

it was the usual soft kiss he always gave you, the passionate one that went on for hours and never got too intense — the one that screamed the patience you had for each other, never rushing the moment.

he titled his head, bring you in deeper into the kiss. your hands glided to his chest, soft breathing filling up the room.

the sound of chatter, the sound of bottles clinking, the sound of the hum from the tv fell into the back of your mind as it remained on james, feeding into the moment.

it seemed like the same way for him as he slowly controlled the kiss more intensely; his hand moving to the sole of your back, rubbing up and down, as the other reached the back of your thigh.

you caught onto the signal as your legs wrapped around his waist. he guided you onto the counter in a swift motion, both of his hands landing back onto your waist as you sat down on the edge of the marble.

your arms wrapped around his neck, shoving him deeper into the kiss to the point where he was hovering over you on top of the counter, the back of your head almost meeting the backsplash on the wall.

he broke away from the kiss, his breath still heavy on you, "you trying to make me sit up here with you or something?" he chuckled with humor, but the heat on his face, the slight purse of his lips didn't make you find the comment funny, only wanting more.

"not my intention." you replied blankly, eyes scanning back down to his lips, as you brought him back with no hurry.

"damn." he mumbled to himself against your lips, your lips now becoming more intense — the mood now feeling more like love than anything else.

"yo james what the fuck are you doing in there?" a muffled voice was heard from behind the door, alongside with some harsh knocks, the loud noise forcefully making you two break the kiss.

"dude." he whispered, "this is dangerous love." he shook his head, his head falling to the crook of your neck.

"you better go otherwise we're gonna expose ourselves." you managed to let out, despite the fact that your face was flushed and the flyaways that were once up were now stuck to your forehead.

"at this point, i don't even care." he met your gaze, "hide in the shower, i'll leave first."

"yeah go help the drunk one out there otherwise she'll shove a cup into you too."

he shook his head with laughter, "i love you." he planted a kiss onto your cheek, before sliding off of you.

you watched him intently, "also keep the blonde it looks nice – really nice on you." you smiled, kicking your feet that hung off the counter, watching him clean himself off.

"wait did you just say i love you?"

ness ˎˊ˗ YOO JAMES WORK!! who cheered cause i did. the blonde hair got a hold on me for awhile and i was down to write something for him... i can't write anymore help me

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[08rtin]

go read bff work plssss 🤍🤍🤍

[08rtin]

Hey I’m curious and would like to request martin x gf who is an actress please ^-^ maybe a part where he gets jealous of y/n and her co star since in whatever she’s in has a love interest and fans start shipping the two??

the one i come home to ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

— summary: martin has always been proud of his actress girlfriend, supporting her through filming, interviews, and everything in between. but when fans start shipping her with her co-star, his jealousy creeps in, until a few kisses and some reassurance remind him exactly where he stands.

— martin x actress fem!reader

fluff, established relationship, jealous!martin, protective!martin, humor, kissing, pet names, not proofread, wc 1.4k masterlist

— a/n: schools out so i am able to make more fics hehe...so sorry this took A MONTH. i was incredibly busy!! hope you enjoy anon and whoever else who decides to read <3

dividers by bbyg4rlhelps & vvlo3ee!!

martin knew what dating an actress meant.

he knew there would be scripts and schedules and scenes where someone else got to hold your hand because the camera demanded it. he knew there would be interviews where people obsessed over your chemistry with others, edits made by obsessed fans, and comments from strangers who only saw little bits and pieces of your life.

martin understood all of that. understanding it, however, didn’t mean he had to enjoy it to it's fullest. there was a pretty big difference between hearing you talk about acting and watching social media turn your job into a completely different life.

and if martin was being honest with himself, which he usually wasn’t when it came to his jealousy and protectiveness over you. that shit bothered him more than he liked to admit.

especially because he wasn’t ever mad at you for it. he trusted you completely. he just hated the fact that people forgot you were working and had a boyfriend outside of acting.

not “being in love.”

not “living a romance.”

working. you were an actress. a real one.

one that got up at 6 a.m. for call time, memorized pages of dialogue on no sleep, ran on caffeine, cried on cue, started over under thirty seconds, and did it all again because the director yelled “one more take.”

and then came home to him like none of it had drained the life out of you.

his girl.

his baby.

“baby, say the line again.”

you didn’t even look up from your script. “martin, i’ve said it like fifteen times.”

“and i wasn’t listening the first five.”

you finally glanced at him.

he was stretched out on your bed like he lived there, your script half upside down in his hand, pretending to read the stage directions.

you sighed. “you’re not helping.”

“i am emotionally supporting you.”

“that’s not the job.”

“it is now.”

you laughed despite yourself and threw your pen at him. he caught it immediately, smiling ear to ear like he won something.

this was normal lately. you running lines. him interrupting. you pretending to be annoyed. him pretending he wasn’t obsessed with every part of your life, and you loved it.

“you nervous for tomorrow?” he asked after a second.

you exhaled. “table read’s gonna be full cast. i always feel like i’m gonna embarrass myself in front of everyone.”

martin sat up slightly. “you’re not gonna embarrass yourself.”

you smiled and leaned back into the bed next to him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. he immediately adjusted like it was instinct, arm sliding around your waist.

“you’re gonna do good,” he said quieter now.

you hummed.

he kissed your forehead once. then again. then your cheek.

“martin,” you muttered.

“what.”

“you’re distracting me.”

“good.”

you laughed and turned your face toward him. he kissed you properly this time, soft and lazy, like he wasn’t in any rush at all.

when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. “my actress gonna be famous famous soon.”

“i’m already working.”

“yeah, but now people gonna know.”

you rolled your eyes. “you act like i’m about to disappear.”

he shrugged. “nah. i just like you here.”

you smiled softly and kissed him again before you could think too much about it. filming started fast after that. then faster.

then everything became a blur of call times, rehearsals, wardrobe fittings, camera blocking, and emotional scenes that left you drained in ways you couldn’t even explain.

your co-star was introduced officially at the table read. he was very nice, professional, and easy to work with.

martin met him that day, sitting quietly in the corner like he always did when he came to set.

“so, you're the boyfriend?” your co-star asked politely.

martin nodded once. “yeah.”

a pause.

then, “you good to her?”

your co-star blinked. “uh, yeah...we’re just working.”

martin studied him for a second, then nodded again. “aight.”

you elbowed martin lightly. “be normal.”

“i am normal.”

“you interrogated him with your eyes.”

“i looked.”

“that’s the same thing.”

he shrugged and leaned down to kiss your temple. “my actress can handle herself anyway.”

you smiled despite the embarrassment creeping in.

“don’t call me that in front of people.”

“why not.”

“because i have a reputation.”

“you got a reputation for being mine,” he said easily.

you went silent.

“martin.”

he grinned. “what?”

“stop talking.”

he laughed.

the rooftop scene came a few weeks into filming. it was the big one, the confession scene. the kind of scene that made the entire crew go quiet when it started rolling.

you were already in costume when martin arrived. hoodie on, hands in pockets, acting like he “just happened” to be nearby again.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “you live here now?”

“maybe.”

“martin.”

he walked over and kissed your forehead before you could keep talking. “you ready?”

“yeah.”

“you sure?”

you nodded.

he studied you for a second, then softened. “you're gonna kill it, baby girl.”

you smiled. “don’t distract me.”

“i ain’t even doing nothing.”

then he kissed you again anyway, slower this time, like he was trying to reassure you before the scene.

“go be an actress,” he murmured against your lips.

you laughed softly. “that’s literally my job.”

“exactly.”

when filming started, everything shifted. you weren’t you anymore. you became the character. voice changing slightly. posture different. eyes sharper.

your co-star stepped into place across from you, delivering his lines as the wind machines kicked in.

“you always act like you’re disappearing,” he said.

you looked away slightly. “maybe i am.”

he stepped closer. not touching. just close enough for the camera.

“you don’t have to disappear,” he said. “not with me.”

the silence stretched.

then...

“cut.”

martin watched quietly from the side of set, not saying much, not reacting much. just observing, because it was acting. he knew that and he always knew that.

when it finally wrapped, you exhaled hard and walked straight to him, exhaustion written all over your face.

“you good?” he asked.

you nodded. “that was a lot.”

he pulled you into him immediately. “you did good though.”

you smiled. “really?”

“yeah.”

pause.

then, a little quieter, “i’m glad that’s not real life though.”

you laughed. “really martin?"

“what.”

“it’s literally fake.”

“i know,” he said, kissing your forehead. “i just don’t like watching you be in love with somebody else for work.”

you looked at him for a second.

“you’re not supposed to feel it like that.”

he shrugged. “i do anyway.”

you kissed his cheek softly.

“you’re my real life.”

he hummed.

“good answer.”

it started slow after that. too slow to notice at first. your show got popular after it aired, then really popular. clips started going viral and the interviews stacked up.

people started shipping your character with your co-star, then shipping you with your co-star. there were edits everywhere. slow motion rooftop scenes, laughing behind the scenes, touching up mic packs, and staring at each other during interviews. martin saw it once and laughed.

“they doing too much.”

then saw it again. then again. then stopped laughing as much.

one night, you came home and found him on the couch, phone in hand, way too quiet for your liking.

“you okay?” you asked.

he hesitated.

then showed you. the edit. your rooftop scene with music, sparkles, and comments saying they were “endgame.”

you blinked. “oh.”

“yeah,” he said.

not angry, just honest.

“it’s just edits,” you said softly.

“i know.”

pause.

“it just be a lot seeing it,” he added. “like people talking about you like they know you from a few clips.”

you sat next to him and took his hand.

“they don’t know me.”

he looked at you.

“yeah...”

you kissed his knuckles.

“you do.”

that made him pause. then he leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“yeah,” he said quietly. “i do.”

another kiss.

then he added, “i still don’t like it though.”

you smiled. “you don’t have to like it.”

“good,” he said. “because i’m still gonna be annoying about it.”

you laughed.

“of course you are.”

he pulled you into his lap like it was nothing, arms locking around your waist.

“i need compensation,” he said suddenly.

you raised a brow. “for what.”

“emotional damages.”

you stared at him.

“you’re unbelievable.”

“five kisses, please baby?” he asked seriously.

you kissed him once.

“one.”

again.

“two.”

again.

“three.”

he relaxed instantly like a switch flipped.

“okay,” he muttered. “maybe i’m fine.”

you rolled your eyes, smiling.

“you’re dramatic.”

“and you still mine though.”

you kissed him again.

“always.”

and for once, the edits didn’t feel like noise. just something happening far away from the only thing that mattered in front of him.

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[08rtin]

Pleaseeee can you write a Martin x gf!reader where she runs her hands through his hair but it's just so dry because of all the stuff he does to it, so she teases him a bunch because of it? You can bring the rest of the boys into this if you want but idk how to end it in sorryyyyy thankyouuuuu I hope you get the vision!!

-🌺

— he’s lucky he’s cute | martin x fem!reader

humor, fluff, clingy!martin, established relationship, mentions of cortis members, pet names, swearing, playful teasing, not proofread, wc~700 masterlist

— a/n: i loved this request anon!! i hope you guys enjoy this drabble! pls keep the requests comingg dividers by @/ strangergraphics

martin was sprawled across the couch, one arm hanging off the backrest while the other scrolled lazily through his phone, half-watching whatever juhoon was showing him and half showing you random videos like he couldn’t decide what to care about.

the rest of the boys were scattered around the living room, filling the space with background noise, james half asleep on the beanbag, keonho arguing with seonghyeon over something pointless, juhoon narrating videos no one was actually listening to.

you, meanwhile, were fully focused on one thing.

martin’s hair. he had no idea how unfair it was.

all fluffy and messy, sticking out in every direction like it had never once agreed to be controlled in its life. it looked soft enough to trick you. like a cloud.

you shifted closer, legs still draped over his lap, and slowly buried your hand in his hair. your expression dropped immediately. martin paused mid scroll, glancing up with a bit of concern.

“…what’s wrong, baby?” he asked, voice dragging out the last word as he tilted his head slightly.

you blinked once. then again. like your brain was trying to process betrayal in real time. you pulled your hand out slowly. then, against your better judgment, put it back in. same result.

“…baby.”

“yeah?” martin hummed, still distracted, until your tone made him actually look at you properly.

you stared at him for a long second.

“your hair is a lie.”

the room went dead quiet.

“nah,” keonho immediately burst out, sitting up like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

“what does that even mean?” martin asked, already frowning, straightening up a little as if posture could fix his hair issues.

you leaned in closer, squinting at his hair like it had offended you.

“it looks soft,” you said slowly, “like so soft.”

martin relaxed slightly. “because it is soft.”

you shook your head, poking at a stiff section near his fringe.

“no. it LOOKS soft. there’s a difference.”

he frowned deeper now, tugging lightly at a strand between your fingers. “baby, don’t be rude.”

you rubbed two strands together.

“i think there’s enough product in here to stop a bullet.”

james, who had been half dead on the beanbag, lifted his head instantly.

“that’s generous,” he muttered, already grinning.

“i’m serious,” you insisted, pointing vaguely at martin’s head. martin sat up straighter, suddenly offended on principle.

“quit trying to expose me in front of my girl, bro.”

“nah bro,” james replied, sitting up properly now, “i’m not even joking, i kinda get it.”

martin whipped his head toward him. “you too?”

james pointed lazily. “your hair has the integrity of a building. like i’m sorry bro.”

the room exploded. martin looked around like he’d been personally betrayed by every human in existence.

“y’all are actually fake as fuck,” he said flatly, sinking back into you like he was done with life. you were laughing too hard to defend yourself.

“babe,” you said between laughs, grabbing his face to steady yourself, “i’m serious. what have you been putting in this?”

martin instinctively reached up to touch his hair, immediately suspicious.

“nothing.”

the room paused.

“nothing?” seonghyeon echoed slowly, like he already knew this was going somewhere bad.

“well...”

“here we go,” seonghyeon sighed dramatically.

martin pointed at him without even looking. “don’t even start.”

you narrowed your eyes. “how many products?”

he shrugged too quickly. “a normal amount.”

juhoon laughed out loud. “define normal.”

silence. that silence said everything. you leaned in again, slower this time.

“martin.”

he groaned. “baby, why are you saying my name like that?”

“how many.”

he hesitated, then looked away like it physically hurt him to admit it.

“…maybe seven.”

“SEVEN?” you and james said at the same time.

martin threw his hands up immediately. “that’s not even that many!”

“bro uses enough product to style three people,” james added, shaking his head.

“thank you,” keonho pointed out loudly, “i’ve been saying this.”

“his hair stands up before he does,” someone else muttered.

martin grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it blindly.

“fuck off.”

you caught his face again, squishing his cheeks like he couldn’t escape consequences.

“your scalp is crying for help, baby,” you said, far too pleased.

martin went completely still, offended in a way that looked almost tragic.

“you’re so mean to me,” he mumbled, voice muffled slightly by your hands.

“i’m not mean,” you corrected, letting go just to poke his forehead. “i’m concerned.”

“concerned my ass.”

you tried to run your fingers through his hair again and immediately hit resistance.

“how is it fluffy and crunchy at the same time?” you asked, baffled.

the room lost it again. martin just stared at you, expression dead serious now.

“that was disrespectful.”

“sorry,” you said instantly.

you were absolutely not sorry. he knew it too.

“look at her smiling,” he complained.

“i’m trying not to laugh,” you argued, failing immediately.

martin groaned and dropped his head onto your shoulder dramatically.

“everyone’s against me.”

you patted his hair gently. “even your hair.”

“fuck off.”

you pressed a kiss to the top of his head anyway. he melted instantly, like always. he loves you too much.

“see?” juhoon pointed. “one kiss and he’s gone.”

“he was getting cooked,” keonho added.

“and still is,” james said.

martin lifted his head slightly, squinting at all of them.

“i seriously hate this group.”

“we know,” james replied calmly. “every day.”

you threaded your fingers through his hair again, slower this time, noticing the weird truth underneath it all. it wasn’t actually bad. just… very complicated. you’ll put it that way.

“you know,” you said thoughtfully, “i could fix this.”

martin immediately narrowed his eyes. “baby what does that mean?”

“hair mask.”

“no.”

“deep condition.”

“absolutely not.”

“leave-in treatment.”

“baby.”

“argan oil.”

“stop.”

“moisture.”

he covered your mouth with his hand.

“enough.”

you pulled it off immediately.

“i’m trying to save you.”

“save me from what?”

you looked him dead in the eye.

“yourself.”

the room exploded again. martin groaned loudly, dropping back into your shoulder like he was done with life.

“you’re evil.”

“maybe.”

after a second, he shifted slightly, pulling you closer so you were fully settled against him. his arm wrapped around your waist like it belonged there, like it always did.

the noise in the room faded into background chaos again, but he stayed focused on you for a second longer than necessary.

“still love you.”

you blinked at him, like that wasn’t fair at all after everything. you immediately reached up and poked his hair again.

“still dry.”

the room lost it all over again.

martin just stared at you for a second, expression blank, before slowly leaning back like he was accepting defeat from life itself.

which, honestly, only made it funnier.

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[martinthusiast]

GLORP.

In which your period gets the better of you, and Martin thinks you look like sad glorp when you cry?

MARTIN EDWARDS X FEM!READER (1.4k words) — established relationship, period & blood mentions, hurt comfort, martin calls reader baby, my love, and mama, lowkey very down bad and mushy behavior on both ends lol.

⋆˚꩜｡ dae’s note : and i DO have to write a period related fic every time im on mine! i need martin 😞 ALSO i cannot for the life of me figure out what artist the glorp art is from so if anyone happens to know please tell me so i can add credit 🥹

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Martin said you were going out for dinner.

Just dinner, you thought.

He knew you started your period, and you’d already expressed that you’re feeling it this time around. It wasn’t just occasional cramps and the inconvenience of bleeding, it was severe, constant pains, fatigue, a lingering headache, nausea, and your moods being all over the place. You weren’t feeling your greatest, to put it lightly.

So, when he brought up stopping at a store you guys frequent, you reluctantly agreed. You could do one store, and it did sound nice, but you had your mind set already. Get food, go home, take a long shower, and pass the fuck out, to hopefully sleep off some of the pain.

After the first stop, he suggested another. You should have said no. He wouldn’t have been mad, or even disappointed. In fact, he’d have been more than content to get dinner and head home, but he assumed some shopping might make you feel better. He loves spoiling you, and if it would make your day better, why would he not?

Not to mention, you and him regularly go “lurking” as you’ve come to call it. It’s always spontaneous, usually the same spots, and even after going multiple times a month, you never seem to get bored of it. Maybe it’s just because you’re doing it together. It’s familiar, and just domestic enough to not be draining.

Given your state of discomfort, though, you simply weren’t in the mood. You were under the impression that Martin specifically wanted to make the stops, not necessarily that he was doing it to try and put a little pep in your step.

Which is why you powered through. If he wanted to go to the various stores, you didn’t want to stop him from having fun just because you felt like shit…but then the pain relievers you took started wearing off.

By the time Martin was suggesting another store, you were overheating, cramping, tired, and damn near starving.

You snapped at him. It wasn’t cruel, just a harshly spoken “I thought we were getting food.”

Martin blinked, eyes flicking up from his phone screen—where he was likely finding directions to that next stop—to meet your gaze.

He stared at you for a long moment, clearly taken aback. Yet, he simply nodded, and with a simple, “Let’s get food, baby,” started the car and began towards the restaurant you both had picked.

Martin moved on fast. He didn’t take it personally, and somehow, that made you feel worse than you had already felt about snapping at him.

It wasn’t like you’d been seriously mean, but the way he looked at you kept replaying in your head. You weren’t sure if he actually looked that pitiful, or if your brain had contorted it to be a hundred times worse as a reflection of your guilt, but either way, you felt terrible for it.

You’d already been extra irritable and sensitive the last few days. You woke up to your period, which only seemed to further push your buttons. The cherry on top was letting your emotional state get the best of you.

Which is why, by the time Martin pulls up to your house, you’re in tears.

“Text me when you— Baby.”

Martin says the petname with such tenderness, it makes your heart squeeze its way into your throat, choking you up even worse.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks, reaching out to take your hands in his, his brows furrowed with worry.

A broken laugh mangled with a pitiful sob escapes your lips, and Martin frowns deeply as he lifts his hands to wipe your tears, cupping your cheeks.

“I feel so bad,” you manage to cry out, bawling in the passenger seat of his car, “I was mean to you—“ You sob, sniffling as his thumbs caress your wet cheeks.

“You didn’t do anything wrong and I was just overwhelmed because I feel so gross and my cramps are so bad and—“

Martin listens intently, despite your jumbled and choked out words. You curl into his touch, letting his hands support your head, and he gently guides you to lean over the console, placing your head against his chest. It’s not the most convenient position, but it’s good enough for the time being.

When your words morph into sobs, he shakes his head slightly, rubbing his thumbs against your skin.

“Baby, my love, mamas, you were not mean,” he assures you, rubbing your back in big circles, his free hand lingering on your face. “You’re not feeling good. It’s okay — and, like, you’re on your period. That’s a perfectly valid reason to be more sensitive. I get it….matter of fact, I don’t, because I don’t get periods, but you know what I mean,” he laughs at himself, and your lips threaten to curve into a smile, just because he’s such a dork sometimes.

“I’m sorry,” You sniffle, sighing shakily at the feeling of his lips on your head.

“Don’t be sorry,” he muses with a shake of his head. He holds you there for a long moment, car idling outside of your house.

“…Don’t want you to go home,” You mumble after a few minutes of silence, pulling back to look up at him.

He looks down at you, wiping your eyes once more. “Want me to stay the night?” He asks quietly, voice a soothing hum.

You nod, the pitiful look on your face making his heart ache because how can you be so cute?

Martin has grown familiar with your bedroom, and your house in general, so he makes himself comfortable while you shower.

He’s sprawled across your bed when you come back into the room, his eyes half lidded with sleep as a youtube video plays quietly on your tv.

“Feel better?” he asks lowly, blinking a few times to wake himself up. You sigh, tossing your dirty clothes into your laundry basket, before crawling onto the bed with him.

“Head hurts. Sleepy. Cramps.” You sit on your knees next to him, resting a hand on his abdomen.

He hums sympathetically, reaching out to gently rub your arm. “Going through it today, aren’t you, mama?” He asks, smiling knowingly at your sad little nod.

“S’ okay, baby,” he gently grips your hand, guiding you to lay down with him. You hook your leg over his hip, his hand finds your thigh like it always does, and he wraps his other arm loosely around your back, while yours drapes over his chest.

He kisses your head, then your forehead, then your lips, when you tilt your head up at him. The kiss is soft and sweet, a silent reassurance that he’s got you, that he gets it.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you mumble against his lips, and when he pulls back, you look like you’re about to burst into tears all over again.

He smiles slightly, sighing fondly. “Even though you don’t have to be, I accept your apology,” he murmurs promisingly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

When he looks down at you again, his smile grows, like it always does when he’s being cheeky. “You look like sad glorp,” he teases quietly.

“Sad glorp?” You echo, with a sappy little laugh that makes his chest hurt.

“Yeah,” he chuckles lowly, rubbing his hand up and down the length of your thigh. “You look cute,” he adds, making you roll your eyes.

You don’t feel cute. In fact, you feel ridiculous for various reasons, but you do feel loved, and that is something you cherish wholeheartedly. Something Martin has always managed to make you feel, and feel it sincerely.

“I love you so much,” you mumble, eyes watering as an overwhelming wave of emotion washes over you, making your throat tighten, and your eyes burn.

“Oh my gosh,” Martin laughs breathily. He’s not mad at you for being emotional. If anything, he’s so utterly endeared to you, that seeing you like this is near intolerable. How is such a miserable being—in this moment—going to look this precious?

“You’re adorable. I love you more,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “Come here, mama,” he whispers lovingly, as a tear rolls down your cheek. He pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms snugly around you.

[yuesning]

🍋 ˎˊ˗ LEMONADE ! ᠀୧ AHN KEONHO ───── synopsis : keonho can't help at the fact that you're trying to take running a lemonade stand serious so he teases you constantly the whole time.

masterlist 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ keonho x f!reader — established relationship, constant teasing, teenagers being teenagers, fluff (cuteness aggression), teenage love, one swear word, peck on the cheek, drabble

are we seriously running a lemonade stand? keonho smirks as he pinches your forearm. you winche at the sudden touch, slapping his hand off of you, which only makes keonho giggle more. "yes we are." you mutter, "my mom said im broke." you crack out a slight smile, beginning to scratch at the nape of your neck.

keonho whined in annoyance, "when have you ever needed money anyways? i buy you everything." he leans closer, obvious tease written all over his face, words, and actions. you roll your eyes, "for when we break up." you lean away from him, side eyeing in the mean time.

he pushes himself back at your remark, letting out a shock gasp, "what did you just say?" he questions. it was your turn to smirk, leaning closer to him this time, "i'll use this money for when we break up." you smile teasingly.

he flicks your forehead, giggling, "well looks like you're going nowhere in life – whatever you forced me to do, isn't going to get you anywhere." he shakes his head, looking over at the set up; a old small wooden table from your childhood, the basket filled with 'decorative' real lemons that he complained to you about, the huge jug of homemade lemonade, and the two complete stacks of plastic cups. the sign that was glued to the stick next to you; clearly not traced nor practiced, no color, filled in with sharpie, with a side of few lemon stickers next to it.

thanks to keonho, you were in for a ride.

"keonho, whenever someone walks by, you have to scream lemonade, lemonade!" you nudge his arm, plotting your chin against the palms of your hands, sighing as you watch groups of families walk past.

he laughs, "you're acting like we had nobody come up to us." he rolled his eyes playfully, "but i am not doing that. this and that suggestion is dumb." you turn to look at him, glaring with a deadpan, "call my lemonade stand stupid again and see what's going to happen."

he whistles with the biggest smile plastered on his face, "woah. i did not call your lemonade stand stupid." you plant your palms on the wooden table, glaring still intense as before, "you're basically nick picking me for running a lemonade stand." you whine out, almost like a yell but as low so nobody could hear you.

he let out a ray of giggles — although that's what he's been doing this whole time, "it's just funny and maybe cute." he reaches out a hand to place your hair behind your ear but before he could do so, it get smacked away, "don't even try to flirt with me right now." you turn back to face the public, visibly annoyed with the situation. "let's not get too feisty here, otherwise this jar isn't going to fill up."

"keonho stop annoying me before i fire you."

"if you fire me you won't be making anymore sales." he sighs, crossing his arms as he leaned into the small wooden chair, followed by with a creak. "what do you mean by that?" you raise an eyebrow at him. "all of this – " he raises the clear jar filled with money, shaking it lightly, "is probably because of my looks." he shrugs.

you raise your lip in digust, snatching the jar away from his grip, "nobody is thinking that." you roll your eyes — for the thousandth time that noon, placing the jar back down semi – dramatically – aggressively.

"don't worry, if i saw you here, i'd think you're the most beautiful girl ever." he places an arm around your neck, bringing you into his side – practically falling off your own chair, while the side of your face was plastered onto his shoulder. "not only that, i would fill up this jar everyday because of how cute you are." he finishes off. but before you could even reply, he brings you into a tighter grip, now being completely shoved into the crook of his neck and his chest, as he placed his cheek onto the side of your head, shaking you aggressively.

"keonho!" you whine out, trying to push out of his grip but no success was made as he only brought out his other arm, forming into a true hug. "this is so fucking embarrassing." you whisper out, shutting your eyes in the process. "i think what's embarrassing is you running a lemaonde stand." he teases purely, stopping the shaking as he leaned down to plant a kiss onto your cheek.

ew, you not so forcefully get out of his grip, wiping the kiss away off your cheek. you leaned back, expecting him to attack you even more with kisses or just pure cuteness aggression but instead he just stared at you with a big smile — a smile that led to creases into his eyes.

"you just let the whole public see that monstrosity, i hope you know that." you semi – pout, pushing his forehead back with a finger. 

"good because i'm tired of this lemonade idea." he starts, "well honestly, i just thought it was really cute watching you take this serious like a real job." he puckers his lips towards you – almost more so like a dramatic pout.

you lightly smack his lips, laughing, "i'm not giving you a kiss."

"are you angry at me?" he forms his lips into a real pout, bringing an arm around your waist this time, pushing his chair closer to you. "i'm not making fun of your lemonade stand." he leans in closer to your face, blocking your view from the public. you almost believed he was being considerate of your feelings, "i know. keonho." you turn to look away from him. "right. i'm making fun of you." he cracks out another smile, grabbing your chin to face him.

you let out a distress groan, "i'm starting to regret everything." you pout, staring at him like there was real emotion being seaped out within you. "i'm sorry, i just love teasing you." he rubs his thumb across your pout, "hope you know that pout isn't going to stop me though."

ness ˎˊ˗ guys i got inspired by lemonade by aespa. if you haven't streamed it OR listened to it in general, please do so. love you & have a lemonadey summer 💛

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[pikapipipu]

i get cuteness aggression whenever I look at martin

[08rtin]

ugh my baby

[pikapipipu]

he’s so cute, he should live in my pocket

[08rtin]

hii this request might seem a little specific but 😭😭 i was wondering if you could do a fanfic of martin x a model reader (female) ?? im new to like fanfics so im sorry if this doesn't make any sense 💔💔

you're busy, he's obsessed! .✦ ݁˖

— summary: you’re busy on shoots, he’s busy with idol life, but martin still finds time to be clingy, jealous, and completely down bad over you like it’s his full-time job.

— idol!martin x model fem!reader

fluff, established relationship, clingy/downbad martin, humor, kissing, pet names (sweetheart, princess, baby, etc), not proofread, wc 1.7k masterlist

— a/n: school has been catching up to ya girl… but i’m making my comeback… i did idol martin bc i thought it fit…anon i hope this is what u wanted in a bit rusty sorryyy

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martin always knows when you're working too hard. it's honestly annoying as fuck to say the least. you could go hours and hours without texting people back because you're busy on set, surrounded by cameras, stylists, and people yelling directions every five fucking seconds.

and somehow he still figures it out immediately.

your phone buzzes while you're standing under the bright, hot studio lights, someone fixing the sleeve of your outfit, while another person touches up your makeup.

martin🖤: where you at princess martin🖤: tell me they not still working your ass over there 😭 martin🖤: i miss you soo bad baby

you smile immediately.

you: i’m literally on set martin martin🖤: yeah i know martin🖤: still miss my girl tf

you shake your head.

you: aren’t you supposed to be practicing rn martin🖤: i CAN practice and miss you at the same time damn

a second later—

martin🖤: also who tf was that in the behind the scenes clip martin🖤: why he standing all close to you like that

you blink.

you: babe that’s my coworker martin🖤: mhm martin🖤: i don't like him already

you laugh quietly while your stylist fixes your hair again. being a model means everybody looks at you for work.

"chin up."

"hold that pose."

"perfect, stay there."

you're used to it. used to people treating you like a porcelain doll instead of a real person sometimes. but martin, no. he looks at you like none of that matters. like you're not something polished and posed.

just his girl.

and honestly? that's the shit that gets you every single fucking time.

he's already waiting when your shoot ends. hoodie on, tired eyes, phone in his hand, but the second he sees you, he straightens up immediately.

"theres my girl," he says softly.

you smile without realizing to, "hi baby."

he walks over fast, way too fast.

"c'mere sweetheart, missed you this whole day," he says, opening his arms.

you go into him instantly. he wraps you up tight like he's been waiting all damn day just for this part.

“fuck…” he murmurs into your hair. “you look so exhausted.”

you laugh quietly. “because i am exhausted.”

he pulls back slightly, hands still on you.

“they had you working this whole time?” he asks. “that’s actually insane.”

you shrug tiredly. “it’s fashion week, babe.”

he rolls his eyes. “nah fuck fashion week, they stressing my girl out.”

you snort. he kisses your forehead. then your cheek. then the corner of your mouth because apparently he can’t help himself.

"you eat today, princess?" he asks.

you hesitate.

“…kinda.”

he stops walking.

“baby.”

you cringe slightly. “i had chips between sets.”

“that is not fucking food,” he says immediately.

you laugh. “i was busy.”

“i know,” he says softer now. “still don’t like that shit.”

he takes your bag off your shoulder before you can stop him.

you glance at him. “martin, i can carry it.”

“i know you can.”

“then why are you acting like my bodyguard.”

he shrugs.

“because i like taking care of you, damn.”

that shuts you up for a second.

in the car, the city lights blur past the windows.

your body finally starts relaxing now that nobody’s telling you how to stand or smile. martin’s hand finds yours automatically. you lace your fingers together without even thinking.

“you did good today,” he says quietly.

you huff. “you didn’t even see it.”

“i saw clips.”

you narrow your eyes. “you stalk my agency page more than my fans do.”

he scoffs. “obviously. i gotta check on my girl.”

you glance at him. he’s already looking at you. again. always.

“you smiled a lot,” he says after a second.

you lean your head back. “that’s literally my job.”

“yeah but not like that.”

you turn toward him slightly. “like what?”

he hesitates.

then:

“like you forgot about me for a second.”

your chest tightens a little at how honest he sounds.

at your apartment, you kick off your heels immediately.

“fuck,” you groan quietly. “my feet are killing me.”

martin laughs softly. “c’mere then.”

you barely sit down before he’s crouching in front of you.

“you don’t gotta—”

“shh,” he cuts in. “lemme take care of my girl.”

your stomach flips a little at that. he gently unhooks your earrings first. slow. careful. then brushes your hair away from your face. his thumb drags softly across your cheek.

“you okay, baby?” he asks quietly.

you nod. “just tired.”

he hums like he already knew. then he leans up and kisses you properly this time. not rushed at all. like he missed you more than he wants to admit.

you kiss him back immediately, one hand sliding into his hoodie. he smiles against your mouth for half a second.

“there you go,” he murmurs softly.

later, you’re both sitting at the kitchen counter eating takeout straight from the containers. martin keeps sliding pieces of food onto your plate every time you stop eating for too long.

you narrow your eyes. “dude, why are you watching me chew?”

“because you eat like a bird and it pisses me off.”

you laugh. “oh my god.”

“i’m serious, princess. eat.”

you roll your eyes dramatically but take another bite anyway. he looks way too satisfied about it.

“happy now?” you ask.

“very,” he says immediately.

then quieter—

“missed this shit.”

you soften slightly. “eating takeout?”

“nah.” he looks at you. “just you.”

after dinner, you end up curled into him on the couch. his arm around your waist. your legs thrown over his lap. comfortable silence fills the room. his fingers trace lazy patterns against your side while you play with the rings on his hand.

“you’re clingy as hell today,” you mumble.

he scoffs.

“today? baby i’m clingy every day, you know that.”

you laugh softly.

“yeah, i noticed.”

he tilts his head down, already looking at you again.

“you complaining?”

“no.”

“good.”

then he kisses your forehead again. because apparently he needs to do that every five fucking minutes or he dies. you look up at him sleepily. he’s already staring. again. always.

“…you’re so fucking down bad,” you whisper.

he grins a little.

“for you? absolutely."

and then he kisses you one more time, slow and sweet, like after the chaos of cameras, schedules, rehearsals, and people pulling you both in different directions all day.

this is the only part that actually matters to him.

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[08rtin]

hii this request might seem a little specific but 😭😭 i was wondering if you could do a fanfic of martin x a model reader (female) ?? im new to like fanfics so im sorry if this doesn't make any sense 💔💔

you're busy, he's obsessed! .✦ ݁˖

— summary: you’re busy on shoots, he’s busy with idol life, but martin still finds time to be clingy, jealous, and completely down bad over you like it’s his full-time job.

— idol!martin x model fem!reader

fluff, established relationship, clingy/downbad martin, humor, kissing, pet names (sweetheart, princess, baby, etc), not proofread, wc 1.7k masterlist

— a/n: school has been catching up to ya girl… but i’m making my comeback… i did idol martin bc i thought it fit…anon i hope this is what u wanted in a bit rusty sorryyy

dividers: by @/strangergraphics, @/im4yeons, @/bbyg4rlhelps

martin always knows when you're working too hard. it's honestly annoying as fuck to say the least. you could go hours and hours without texting people back because you're busy on set, surrounded by cameras, stylists, and people yelling directions every five fucking seconds.

and somehow he still figures it out immediately.

your phone buzzes while you're standing under the bright, hot studio lights, someone fixing the sleeve of your outfit, while another person touches up your makeup.

martin🖤: where you at princess martin🖤: tell me they not still working your ass over there 😭 martin🖤: i miss you soo bad baby

you smile immediately.

you: i’m literally on set martin martin🖤: yeah i know martin🖤: still miss my girl tf

you shake your head.

you: aren’t you supposed to be practicing rn martin🖤: i CAN practice and miss you at the same time damn

a second later—

martin🖤: also who tf was that in the behind the scenes clip martin🖤: why he standing all close to you like that

you blink.

you: babe that’s my coworker martin🖤: mhm martin🖤: i don't like him already

you laugh quietly while your stylist fixes your hair again. being a model means everybody looks at you for work.

"chin up."

"hold that pose."

"perfect, stay there."

you're used to it. used to people treating you like a porcelain doll instead of a real person sometimes. but martin, no. he looks at you like none of that matters. like you're not something polished and posed.

just his girl.

and honestly? that's the shit that gets you every single fucking time.

he's already waiting when your shoot ends. hoodie on, tired eyes, phone in his hand, but the second he sees you, he straightens up immediately.

"theres my girl," he says softly.

you smile without realizing to, "hi baby."

he walks over fast, way too fast.

"c'mere sweetheart, missed you this whole day," he says, opening his arms.

you go into him instantly. he wraps you up tight like he's been waiting all damn day just for this part.

“fuck…” he murmurs into your hair. “you look so exhausted.”

you laugh quietly. “because i am exhausted.”

he pulls back slightly, hands still on you.

“they had you working this whole time?” he asks. “that’s actually insane.”

you shrug tiredly. “it’s fashion week, babe.”

he rolls his eyes. “nah fuck fashion week, they stressing my girl out.”

you snort. he kisses your forehead. then your cheek. then the corner of your mouth because apparently he can’t help himself.

"you eat today, princess?" he asks.

you hesitate.

“…kinda.”

he stops walking.

“baby.”

you cringe slightly. “i had chips between sets.”

“that is not fucking food,” he says immediately.

you laugh. “i was busy.”

“i know,” he says softer now. “still don’t like that shit.”

he takes your bag off your shoulder before you can stop him.

you glance at him. “martin, i can carry it.”

“i know you can.”

“then why are you acting like my bodyguard.”

he shrugs.

“because i like taking care of you, damn.”

that shuts you up for a second.

in the car, the city lights blur past the windows.

your body finally starts relaxing now that nobody’s telling you how to stand or smile. martin’s hand finds yours automatically. you lace your fingers together without even thinking.

“you did good today,” he says quietly.

you huff. “you didn’t even see it.”

“i saw clips.”

you narrow your eyes. “you stalk my agency page more than my fans do.”

he scoffs. “obviously. i gotta check on my girl.”

you glance at him. he’s already looking at you. again. always.

“you smiled a lot,” he says after a second.

you lean your head back. “that’s literally my job.”

“yeah but not like that.”

you turn toward him slightly. “like what?”

he hesitates.

then:

“like you forgot about me for a second.”

your chest tightens a little at how honest he sounds.

at your apartment, you kick off your heels immediately.

“fuck,” you groan quietly. “my feet are killing me.”

martin laughs softly. “c’mere then.”

you barely sit down before he’s crouching in front of you.

“you don’t gotta—”

“shh,” he cuts in. “lemme take care of my girl.”

your stomach flips a little at that. he gently unhooks your earrings first. slow. careful. then brushes your hair away from your face. his thumb drags softly across your cheek.

“you okay, baby?” he asks quietly.

you nod. “just tired.”

he hums like he already knew. then he leans up and kisses you properly this time. not rushed at all. like he missed you more than he wants to admit.

you kiss him back immediately, one hand sliding into his hoodie. he smiles against your mouth for half a second.

“there you go,” he murmurs softly.

later, you’re both sitting at the kitchen counter eating takeout straight from the containers. martin keeps sliding pieces of food onto your plate every time you stop eating for too long.

you narrow your eyes. “dude, why are you watching me chew?”

“because you eat like a bird and it pisses me off.”

you laugh. “oh my god.”

“i’m serious, princess. eat.”

you roll your eyes dramatically but take another bite anyway. he looks way too satisfied about it.

“happy now?” you ask.

“very,” he says immediately.

then quieter—

“missed this shit.”

you soften slightly. “eating takeout?”

“nah.” he looks at you. “just you.”

after dinner, you end up curled into him on the couch. his arm around your waist. your legs thrown over his lap. comfortable silence fills the room. his fingers trace lazy patterns against your side while you play with the rings on his hand.

“you’re clingy as hell today,” you mumble.

he scoffs.

“today? baby i’m clingy every day, you know that.”

you laugh softly.

“yeah, i noticed.”

he tilts his head down, already looking at you again.

“you complaining?”

“no.”

“good.”

then he kisses your forehead again. because apparently he needs to do that every five fucking minutes or he dies. you look up at him sleepily. he’s already staring. again. always.

“…you’re so fucking down bad,” you whisper.

he grins a little.

“for you? absolutely."

and then he kisses you one more time, slow and sweet, like after the chaos of cameras, schedules, rehearsals, and people pulling you both in different directions all day.

this is the only part that actually matters to him.

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[nxliee]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ m.j edwards - “do i have what it takes?”

— in which your boyfriend martin has a meltdown from stress.

𓂃۶ৎ idol!martin, fem!reader, tears, kisses, skinship, stress, sensitive topics, sadness x comfort

It’s 3AM, and the studio smells like cold coffee and exhaustion.

Martin is slumped over his laptop with his elbows propped up under his chin, holding up his head like it weighs a ton. His body looks limp and fragile. He’s tired; you can see it in the way his body threatens to stop holding itself up.

The track he’s been working on endlessly repeats for the tenth time, a certain beat hitting a little too hard against his temples. He closes his eyes, furrows his brows into his hairline and lets a sigh out, the type of sigh that starts low in his chest, a slow build of air that slowly escapes.

He plays it again, and again.

He plays it so many times his head ends up fully in his hands, rubbing his eyes vigorously.

You approach quietly, because you know what Martin is like, if you try and confront him head on, he plasters a smile on his face and just says he’s fine.

But you know he’s not fine.

“Tini,” You say softly, wrapping your arms warmly around his shoulders from behind his chair. “You should take a break.”

He lets out a small, hollow chuckle. “I’m good, just finishing up, i’ll be 10 minutes.”

Your heart aches, like it’s being split straight down the middle with a saw. You know he’s overworking himself, but you also know he’s too stubborn to give up. You tighten your grip around him, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. He’s warm.

Martin overworks himself a lot, even if he denies it, you know that he does. He skips meals, misses out on sleep and locks himself inside until he’s satisfied with what he’s made. And even when he is satisfied, he will continue to listen to what he’s created over and over just in case.

“Martin, just let yourself relax for once.” You sigh against his ear.

You bury yourself in his scent, shaking your head against him.

That small gesture makes him pause. He spins his chair round, forcing you to let go of the grasp you have around him. But now, he’s looking directly at you. And the moment you make eye contact, you realise his condition is worse than you thought. His eyes are bloodshot, dark circles so bad you could mistake him for a vampire. You can’t help but notice his complexion too, he looks drained almost ghastly. His jaw is clenched tightly, like he’s been holding every single bit of stress in.

He exhales, but it comes out shaky.

“You know I can’t,” He says, voice low, like he’s afraid saying it out loud will make it come true. “The album, my schedule, the rest of the guys, everything and everyone is counting on me,” He weakly leans his head on your chest, grabbing you lightly by the hips. “What if I can’t be what everyone needs? What if i’m not a good leader, producer, boyfriend, not good at anything?”

How could he say that?

This was the love of your life, and he’s saying these things about himself. It made your chest twist with guilt, all you wanted to do was to lift just a single burden off of his shoulders, he didn’t deserve all this pressure. He’s too young.

You raise your hands up to his head, softly ruffling his hair between your fingertips.

“Hey,” You whisper, patting his head. “Look at me.”

And so he does, reluctantly, but he does.

“You’re not messing anything up ,Tini. You’re amazing. You are part of the reason why you have this amazing life and group. You care too much about everyone, don’t do this to yourself.”

His eyes ever so slightly begin to glaze over, a light film of tears covering his tired pupils. “That’s the problem,” He says, voice breaking. “It’s so hard having to be perfect for everyone.”

You can see him fighting the tears back, trying to swallow it back down.

“You don’t have to be perfect for anyone, especially me. Just be yourself, that’s more than I could have ever asked for in life,” You move your hands down, rubbing his shoulders. “I promise.”

He stands up weakly out of his chair, towering over you. Out of nowhere, he recklessly throws his arms around you, collapsing into you like you’re the only thing in the world that can hold him up.

“I’m scared i’ll let you down.” He mumbles against your hair.

“You won’t,” You whisper into his chest. “You’re my everything, it’s impossible for you to let me down. If anything, I’ll be the one to let you down.”

He rests his chin delicately on the apex of your head. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t ever say that.” You pull back just enough to look up at him, shooting him a hurt look. “I love you, even when you’re the sleep deprived, dramatic, 3AM Martin.”

That gets a choked out laugh out of him.

Yet through the laughter, a solemn tear rolls down his cheek; a tear that threatens to escapes.

“Oh, Tini.” You sigh.

This time, you pull him in, gripping your arms tightly around his waist. You plant your head on his chest, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat thumping against your ear. Even his heart sounds tired.

He strokes the back of your head in careful strokes, like he’s scared of damaging you.

“I’ll be okay, i’m okay,” He sniffles. “I’ll always be okay if i’m with you.”

“Martin you know i’ll always be here, but I need you to know when to stop too. I can’t stand seeing you overwork yourself to exhaustion like this. I know you’re not alright.”

His heartbeat rises.

“I’ll do my best for us, okay?” Martin mutters.

“I’m only okay if you’re okay too,” You reply. “So don’t push yourself this hard.”

“I’m scared if I don’t, I’ll fail. I’ll fail at everything, what’s the point of being a leader if I can’t even take care of myself?”

“You’ve been given this role because you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, you take care of everyone, and that’s something not a lot of people can do. That’s why you’re so loved, your fans love you, your members love you, I love you.”

He looks up, refusing to look at the precious being he was holding as if one glance would break him completely. And for a while, his eyes stayed locked on the ceiling, blinking fast, like he could blink away the sting in his eyes before it all spilled. You could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, each inhale slow and measured yet every exhale shaky at the edges. He holds the pain in his chest.

“Do you think I have what it takes?” He asks weakly.

With all the courage he has in him, he looks down at you.

You reach up on your tiptoes, taking his head in your hands, brushing his cheek delicately. Martin leans into your touch like he’d forgotten how to breathe and you were the only source of air. A sound comes from his throat - raw and fragile, his words threatening to not come out.

“You have more than what it takes,” you reply whilst stroking his warm cheeks. “I see the way you stay up late, perfecting these songs, I see the way you take the blame when things go wrong, I see you. I see all of you.”

A delicate smile broke through despite his stress, it was shaky and crooked but it was real. A real, genuine smile from Martin.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you too.”

Slowly, he crouches over and leaves a gentle, soft kiss on your forehead. And just through his kiss, you can tell he means every word he says. This boy loves you more than anything, and you can feel it too.

“Thank you, for seeing me.”

You promise to always see him, every single part of him.

Always.

[yuesning]

#GIRLFRIEND TIME ᠀୧ KIM JUHOON ───── synopsis : waking up in the morning in general is tough enough – but how about waking up with a clingy boyfriend in the morning?

masterlist 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ juhoon x f!reader — fluff, clingy!juhoon, established relationship, skinship / cuddling, peck on the cheek, short drabble

you already knew your morning was going to be hard when you felt the hand on the hem of your shirt being held tighter just by one shift of your body. coming alongside with a hum, and a sharp sting in the crook of your neck from a face being pushed deeper into it.

"juhoon –" you whine out, bringing your free hand to try to shove his head away from your neck. "my neck hurts so bad," you mutter.

you stared off at the wall in front of you, waiting for a response or a simple shift of movement. but of course – no reply nor did the sting in your neck fade away.

you let out a deeply, intended, frustrated sigh, bringing up your foot to his leg, trying to push him off of you instead. but his weight on you was too heavy for you to do so.

"juhoon, i'm going to seriously –" you started off, but stopped when the weight on your neck went free. you turned your head towards him; catching him fresh off a daze, blinking harshly to the sunlight invading the room. his hair was frizzy, messy, in all sorts of directions, eyes narrowed, lips freshly pouted — presenting a good nights rest and the beginning of the most stressful moment of your life.

you continued to stare at him, cracking a slight smile, "goodmorning juju." you placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to push him off of you, as you began to raise your body up from the mattres, in hopes he'd get your message. but no, instead he placed himself right flat on top of you. if you thought a leg over you was a lot, here's more.

"you don't ever shut up do you?" he mumbled tiredly into your chest. "why are you so clingy in the morning?" you groaned, complaining, but the fingers that ran through his semi – tangled hair screamed the opposites of your words.

he hummed, "why are you so annoying in the morning?" he opened an eye, looking up at you. he then shook his head, shoving himself back into your chest, "it's girlfriend time."

"more like, it's wake up time.." you playfully rolled your eyes, "come on. let's go." you tapped his cheek hurriedly, trying to push your body off the mattress once again, but he doesn't get your memo. "i don't know why you think you can easily slip away from me."

you felt him smile into your chest, shoving his face impossibly deeper into it, as his one of his hands let go of your waist, finding its way up to your free hand. he let it stay there for a second, tracing your fingers, eventually intertwining his own with yours.

you groaned annoyingly once more at his tatic, "you're lucky you're cute." you admitted, "but we seriously need to get up."

he raised his head off of your chest, resting his chin on it instead, a smirk plastered onto his face, "five more minutes," he moved closer to your face, placing a weak kiss onto your cheek, before placing his head onto your shoulder now.

you tried to wiggle your fingers out of his grip – but they gripped tighter. you tried to unscramble your legs from his – instead they just found its way back to his, you tried to push yourself onto your side – but his hold on you only got stronger with each try.

you couldn't help but let out a lip trill in annoyance, becoming now defeated with everything you've done.

"juhoon, if you let me go, i'll buy you..." you trail off, starting to think – but mainly in hope to get his attention with your hook. though no action was made. "juhoon..." you mumble.

"whatever you say is not fooling me, let me stay where i am." he rushes out, shoving his face deeper into your neck just like where he was originally — the spot where this all starterd.

the only thing you could do is stare up at the ceiling, drunk out of mind, blinking blankly as the ac raised volumes in the now quiet room. no more complaints, no more shifts of the covers – just pain and suffering that you have to indulge in for about three hours straight.

"i'll give you a kiss if you stop making me suffer."

"this is the equivalent to a kiss in my books."

ness ˎˊ˗ i'm currently in the midst of writing drabbles because i'm working on a long ass keonho fic *spoiler*

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[08rtin]

sorry guys for my absence 😓 i will be back to writing soon!!

[08rtin]

Hii I saw ur requests r open and I was wondering if u'd be ok w doing LNGSHOT Woojin x male!/gender-neutral!reader??

Its ok if not btw :)

But if u do could it have enemies to lovers? It's one of my fav tropes lmao

— you don’t mean it | jung woojin ಄

— summary : you and woojin are roommates who can’t seem to get along, but he’s never quite convinced you actually mean it.

— woojin x gn!reader, reader has attitude, roommates au, enemies to lovers (ig?), forced proximity, mutual pining, teasing/bickering, kissing, not proof read, wc 2k+

a/n: ty for being my first request anon! i hope you enjoy this and i hope it’s what you wanted! it’s my first time attempting enemies to lovers so pls bare with me… ✌🏾

you don’t like woojin.

you seriously don’t.

you tell yourself this all the time, believing that repeating it enough will make it stick. It’s easier that way. easier than contemplating why he’s always in your space, why you notice him even when you’re trying not to, or why everything with him feels just a tad too… much.

he’s just your roommate. that’s it. nothing deeper, nothing complicated, no emotional bullshit attached. just a guy you happen to live with.

so yeah. you definitely don’t like him…

you: why the hell are you always in the kitchen when i get home woojin: maybe bc it’s a kitchen duhh you: don’t be a smartass woojin: i’m not even trying 💀

you: yes you are woojin: okay maybe a little

you: you’re so damn annoying woojin: and yet you still live here 🤷‍♂️

you: rent is cheap don’t get cocky woojin: sure. that’s definitely the only reason lol 😑

you stare at your phone for a second before locking it, jaw tightening slightly. god, he’s so irritating it hurts your soul.

“you’re home late again,” woojin says the second you walk in.

you don’t even look at him as you kick your shoes off. “can you not start shit the second i get here? jesus christ.”

“i’m not starting anything, actually,” he says, leaning casually against the counter. “i just said you’re home later than usual.”

“yeah, and i said don’t fucking comment on it.”

he shrugs. “okay.”

that’s it. no argument, no sarcasm, no pushback. just a simple “okay.”

and for some reason, that pisses you off more than if he had actually argued back with you…

living with woojin was supposed to be simple. cheap rent, shared space, no emotional shit. that was the whole point.

but somehow, it turned into this constant tension that never really goes away. he’s always there. like you can’t go five minutes without running into him. in the kitchen making food when you wake up, on the couch when you get back from running errands, and in the hallway like he’s part of the apartment itself.

it’s annoying as hell.

you: did you eat my snacks again 😑 woojin: no proof you: YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE HERE ??? woojin: maybe they grew legs and left 😹

you: oh my god you’re so fucking irritating and such a dumbass woojin: and yet you’re still here 🤔

you: that’s not the point woojin: kinda is tho??

“woojin are you fucking serious, did you really just you finish the milk?” you say one morning, staring into the fridge like it personally offended you.

“don’t worry about it, i’ll replace it,” he replies.

“you always say that.”

“so? you know i always do.”

“eventually,” you mutter, shutting the fridge harder than needed.

“eh, still counts.”

you turn around, already annoyed. “you’re so damn infuriating woojin, like seriously you are. ”

he looks at you for a second, completely unfazed.

“and you’re so predictable,” he says.

“…what the hell does that mean?”

“you complain,” he shrugs, “but you never actually do anything about it.”

you stare at him, annoyed and caught off guard at the same time.

“…i could if i wanted to, but i don’t.”

“you won’t.”

he says it so casually it makes your jaw clench in the most irritating way possible. like he already knows you. like he’s been paying attention longer than you ever realized…

after that, you start noticing things you don’t want to notice. little stuff that shouldn’t matter but somehow does. your charger always ending up where you left it, your favorite snacks that you’ve eaten within a day reappearing without you asking, and things somehow getting fixed before you even say anything about them.

it’s easy to ignore if you try hard enough.

but it means he’s been paying attention.

paying attention a little too much.

and you don’t want him to be.

you: stop staying up when i’m out 😤 woojin: why you: because it’s weird as hell? woojin: you come home tho

you: that doesn’t mean anything ??? woojin: it kinda does

you: no it doesn’t woojin: you’re thinking about it tho

you: i literally am not woojin: yeah you are 🥴

you: stfu woojin: make me

you: you’re so damn irritating woojin: and you keep replying

you: unfortunately woojin: mhm suree

one night you come home later than usual, and the apartment is dark except for the kitchen light.

he’s there. of course he is. sitting at the table like he’s been there the whole time, waiting for you.

“…you said not to wait up,” you say, dropping your bag.

“i didn’t wait up,” he replies.

you narrow your eyes. “then why the hell are you still awake?”

he pauses for a second. just enough to make it obvious he’s thinking about his answer.

“i couldn’t sleep.”

it’s probably bullshit. you know it is. everything he says is.

but you don’t push it. it’s too late at night to even argue.

you grab a glass of water, trying not to focus on how aware you are of him being there. it’s not obvious, not intense either… it’s worse than that. it’s constant. like he’s always aware of where you are without needing to look directly.

“you always do that huh?” you ask.

“do what exactly?”

“stay up when i’m out.”

he hesitates for a second.

“…not always.”

you glance at him. “but sometimes.”

“yeah.”

your chest tightens, and you immediately hate that it does.

you: are you seriously awake again woojin: yeah you: go to sleep wtf 😭 woojin: not tired

you: you’re such a liar woojin: maybe

you: why tho woojin: no reason

you: that’s suspicious as hell

woojin: you’re always suspicious of me 💀

you: because you’re always doing weird shit woojin: or maybe i just like being awake when you’re around…

you: …that sounds creepy as hell woojin: depends how you take it 🥱

you don’t reply after that. not because you don’t have something to say, but because you don’t trust what you’d end up saying if you did…

after that, things shift in a way you can’t really explain. not dramatically, not in some obvious way, just small changes that add up before you even realize what’s happening.

you start staying in the same room longer. he stops leaving when you walk in. conversations stretch out instead of ending quickly.

and the silence?

it doesn’t feel empty anymore. it feels like you guys are actually getting along more than usual.

one night, you’re both in the living room. you’re sitting closer than you used to, not even thinking about it until your leg brushes his.

you freeze for half a second.

but you don’t move.

and neither does he.

“you saved this,” he says after a while.

you glance over. “what?”

he shows your playlist.

“…you went through my shit?”

“you sent it to me.”

“once.”

“still counts.”

you roll your eyes. “you’re so damn annoying.”

he smiles a little, like he doesn’t mind being called that.

later, it starts raining. not loud, just steady.

he hands you a drink, and your fingers brush against his. it lingers for just a second too long… but long enough that you both notice, even if neither of you says anything about it.

you: you’re literally impossible woojin: and yet you’re still texting me 🤷‍♂️

you: unfortunately yeah woojin: “unfortunately” huh 😹

you: don’t read into it woojin: too late

you: shut up woojin: you like it tho.

you: you’re so full of shit woojin woojin: and you’re still here lmaoo

“you’ve been different,” he says later.

“good or bad?” you ask.

“i don’t know.”

“…that’s helpful,” you mutter.

he looks at you for a second before saying, “you’re still here.”

like that explains everything.

and honestly, it kind of does.

another night, same couch, same close distance. neither of you moves away anymore like before.

“why do you keep acting like you hate me huh?” he asks.

you groan. “oh my god, can you drop that already?”

“no.”

you look at him, ready to argue

and stop.

because he’s serious. again.

“…you’re overthinking it,” you say, quieter this time.

“i’m not.”

he shifts closer, and your breath catches before you can stop it. you immediately get annoyed at yourself for that.

“i know how you act with me,” he says.

and yeah. that hits harder than it should.

“tell me to stop,” he says quietly.

you could.

you really could.

but you don’t.

because you don’t actually want him to.

so he kisses you.

it’s soft at first, careful, like he’s still giving you a chance to pull away or change your mind. but you don’t. instead, your hand grips his sleeve without thinking, and that’s enough for him to stop holding back.

the kiss deepens slightly. it’s not rushed, not messy, just more secure.

when he pulls back, you’re both still close. too close to pretend nothing just happened.

“…you’re still gonna say you don’t like me huh?” he murmurs.

you let out a shaky breath. “…you’re so damn annoying.”

he almost smiles.

you hesitate for a second before asking,

“so…what the hell are we woojin?”

he goes quiet.

yeah, you hate that more than anything.

he’s still close when you look at him again. too close.

and instead of thinking, like you always do, you just grab his shirt and kiss him. like you’re annoyed about it. like you’re proving something. like you’re pissed that he’s right.

he freezes for half a second, then immediately kisses you back. not hesitant this time. not careful. like he’s been waiting for you to do that.

when you pull back, your grip on his shirt doesn’t loosen right away.

you’re both breathing a little uneven, still way too close.

“…you’re such an asshole,” you mutter.

he lets out a quiet laugh, still looking at you like he’s already won you over.

“that’s your move?”

you hesitate for a second, then roll your eyes, looking away before you say it

“…i don’t hate you.”

it comes out quieter than you meant.

he raises an eyebrow. “wow. progress.”

you shove his shoulder. “bro, shut the hell up.”

he leans back in again, slower this time, but not unsure. just giving you space you don’t actually take.

“i really like you,” he says.

it’s that simple.

no teasing this time.

you don’t respond right away.

you just look at him, jaw tight, like you’re still deciding how much you’re willing to admit.

“but we don’t have to figure it out right now,” he adds.

that should annoy you.

and it doesn’t.

you glance away, then back at him.

“…you’re still annoying tho,” you mumble.

he smiles, softer now.

“yeah,” he says.

then, quieter

“but you don’t mean it.”

this time, you don’t argue. you think you may like your roommate that you once hated so deeply.

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[08rtin]

Hi baby

Hi mommy 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[yuesning]

IM LITTLE MISS ───── kim juhoon 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

SYNOPSIS who wouldve known that a girl like you could be all of the different "little misses" in one body, but only juhoon could experience them.

PROJECTS ᠀୧ juhoon x f!reader — established relationship, fluff, scenarios, humor?, kissing, teasing

───── ness : i had this draft sitting here for a WHILE so i decided to finish it in 2026 :) update its been like so long since i've finished this.. it's april.. so if it's there's typos 👀

NOW PLAYING: "little miss" by girlset

𐙚˚ LITTLE MISS SWEET — was you majority of the time. you always catered juhoon with love and sweetness rather than the opposite; whether that was offering him his favorite gifts or spending quality time together — time together that was considered sweet.

there was barely any moments where you didn't show your soft spot — that spot that you had towards him anywhere and everywhere.

you always notice whenever juhoon is upset or even stressed out about something as it's like an immediate reaction that you sense the fog that clogged into his mind. the way he stares off into nothing, shows his mood and his feelings.

you just stare at him when this happens, you don't say anything other than scooting over to his side of the couch, leaning your head against his shoulder as you wrap your arms around his body; not too tight, but tight enough to show that you're here.

you bring a hand to his cheek, softly bringing his head down towards you before planting a small kiss to his cheek as an immediate small smile perks up at the corner of his lips.

you stare at him in awe, leaning over to look at his face fully as you smile at him. he quickly removes his gaze away from you shyly. but that doesn't stop you as you place your hand against his jaw, bringing him back to look at you before placing a small kiss to the corner of his lips, his grip getting tighter around you and the smile he had orginally getting wider and filled with love.

he loved sweet moments like that — the moments where you didn't have to speak, but just being able to show love in actions made him the happiest man alive.

𐙚˚ LITTLE MISS CUTE — to juhoon, this is who you were all the time. he always found you cute and always will; whether you're crying, doing something cringey, or just chilling, he stares at you like you're the most cutest girl he's even laid eyes on.

one day, a casual chill hang out turned out to be a late night hang out as he suggested on staying over for another two hours, making it midnight. walking back into your room, he catches you playing on your ipad, some random game you found in the deep dives of the app store and just by seeing that, it was cute enough. but the way you had your skincare headband on, with a robe that fitted you nicely almost ten years ago, juhoon can't help but let out a small laugh, his smile never letting go of his face as he sits next to you.

you don't hear the shuffle next to you as you focus on the game that sat in front of you, locking in for about twenty minutes now. your mouth was slightly parted as your eyes was filled with light but the small depths of tiredness started to come through as you blinked slowly. the bright lights hurting you as you started to turn down your brightness every once in awhile.

juhoon couldn't help but stare — not at the game, but at you. he caught the slow blinks you did, his gaze mowing over to the way your finger would swipe down the brightness bar little by little, then looking back at you.

there's always a moment where he finds you adorable and worth the aggression he gets but that moment had to be his favorite one of all time, you looked too cute for him to ignore and forget about.

𐙚˚ LITTLE MISS OOF WITH THE ATTITUDE — being so committed to juhoon and being so comfortable around him always led to play fighting and joking around. the jokes never mattered, the jokes never showed pure hate as it was always with intention of love behind them.

and he was just as bad as you, in fact you felt like he had more attitude to you — sometimes to the point where it genuinely annoyed you.

"i found a penny today outside, i think that means good luck." you smiled as you stared down at the concrete both of you guys were walking on. "that's crazy cause i never asked" he said almost too seriously that it made your smile dropped, looking up at him with a raise of an eyebrow, "okay miss attitude.. i just thought of letting you know," you shook your head, your gaze meeting back down to the concrete.

it was your turn to return the fuel, "fire fit?" he suddenly jumped into the kitchen as you were eating cereal, pausing your video to turn to him. you scanned him up and down while pursing your lips, "what do you want?.." you mumbled as you turned back around, unpausing your video. "damn.." he said while shaking his head, hands finding his way to his pockets as he sulked his way out of the kitchen.

although, you have your attitude moments too i think it's obvious that juhoon would be considered the little miss here in this scenario.

𐙚˚ LITTLE MISS NICE BUT I MIGHT BITE SO DONT TRY — it's super rare for you to lash out on juhoon or even anybody as you're never the type of person to push your anger out on anyone.

but there's times where juhoon surpasses the limit, thinking that it's something small and easy to get over — in reality it's the complete opposite and he doesn't get what he expects.

you spend most time quiet and calm so it's easy for you to hide your moods, even though you were being completely obvious to how you were feeling as you sat on the couch, arms crossed and a blanket draped over you, gaze set on the tv and the tv only.

a small frown sat on your face and your eyebrows furrowed a little bit but you quickly controlled them, aiming back to the natural face you had originally. but juhoon caught on, he can tell when you're in a type of a mood even without just saying anything.

but he just assumes that you're tired — the angrily tired that you usually are. he watches you slowly, hesitanting on doing something, but the most he could force out was laying his arm around your shoulder, slowly bringing you towards his side.

you rolled your eyes, letting out a sigh at his tatic but he didn't hear the deep emotion you had just released in front of him.

because you let him do that, he leans down to give you a quick kiss on your lips but as soon as you feel his head shift down towards you, you quickly look away from him, staring off to your side with your eyebrows fully furrowed.

this sets him back, suprised but he retracts himself back to his orginal position, clearing his throat.

you haven't moved an inch at all as you were still staring off at the nothing that was on the side of you, releasing a few heavy and quiet huffs here and there. although you let his touch linger on you, you felt sick of it and wanted to be closed off and away, "get your hands off of me" you broke the silence abruptly, mumbling lowly.

it practically scared juhoon as his touch remained on you, looking over at you with confusion written all over his face but when your words instantly clicked into his mind, he rushed to take his arm off of you mumbling a quiet, "sorry" before he placed his hands back onto his lap.

once again, these moments are very rare and are not often that it happens but after you think back, regret sparks into you and you're the easiest person to say "i'm sorry" after ever inconveniences like these.

𐙚˚ LITTLE MISS HOT — he always found you pretty, you're always someone who is considered beautiful to him but of course there's moments where he thinks you look more than beautiful — if possible.

especially on the days that he's able to take you out to fancy restaurants whenever he's free. though he's not sure if it's the amount of time he's went without seeing you, or if it's the way your makeup is perfectly set, or the way your hair is styled, or even the dim warm light from above shining down on your features — almost too well, beautifully well.

"you're staring again," you state blankly, as you raise your spoon up to your mouth, taking another sip of your soup. he shakes his head, "you're just too beautiful." he replies smugly, finally picking up his cup.

which in all, he thinks you're beautiful in general, but of course moments like that makes his heart beat ten times faster than usually, almost not believing that he's the one you say i love you too.

𐙚˚ LITTLE MISS COOL — there isn't a day in life where juhoon doesn't think you're cool — well even if he's just trying uplift you. especially when you're playing a video game at his desk, and he's watching from behind on his bed, in genuine shock that you have skill that he didn't know you had.

but regardless of that, he looks up to you as a person, as his girlfriend. he thinks your cool in all genres even if it's weird to another's eye. he's not sure if you just match his energy, the way you walk into a room, or if it's your persona, but he thinks it's cool.

"you're so cool," he mutters from beside you out of random. you jerk your head up from his shoulder, raising an eyebrow, humming at him. he smiles, "the way you're aura farming here," he chuckles, shoving a phone into your face, with an obvious video of you standing in the kitchen staring at nothing while your friends talk to each other. you furrow your eyebrows, "babe i'm zoning out?" you question his words rather than who took the video.

he clicked his tongue, "you don't get it. that's aura."

𐙚˚ LITTLE MISS LETS BREAK ALL THE RULES — juhoon knows that you're someone who tends to follow rules, especially house rules, but knowing that you're parents had set strict boundaries on you for the past week because of an incident, he knew not to worry.

but once he saw an open up notification on his phone, his heart panicked, quickly looking out the window and seeing you sitting out on his doorstep, big puffer jacket out yet still shivering. baby it's 2 am ? he replies back, and of course he's immediately on read.

he continued to look down at you from the window, still not making his way down the stairs to let you in. aren't you grounded ? he questioned. juhoon let me in, he saw you aggressively type on your phone.

he made his way out of room, careful to not wake up his parents, carefully opening the front door in and of course from the noise of the door, you run your way into the home, causing big steps onto the wooden floor.

he latches his hand around your forearm, bringing you into him, "my parents are sleeping, are you trying to get me grounded too?" he whispers. "if i'm grounded, you're getting grounded with me."

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