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⌗ 1-800-COERTIN ! ◞ 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 she/her 09 mexican capricorn
── .✦ ENHYPEN ni-ki CORTIS martin RIIZE anton &TEAM maki TOMORROW X TOGETHER soobin BOYNEXTDOOR jaehyun TWICE jihyo LE SSERAFIM yunjin AESPA ningning NEWJEANS hyein ILLIT yunah
﹙ pushing the kpopium agenda ! 💋 ‧₊˚ ⋅﹚
˖Ი𐑼⋆ in which ! seonghyeon ends up finding your lost phone and an enemy blossoms… ― ⭑.ᐟ non idol smau swearing fem!reader note! omg i'm so sorry for disappearing :// i've been BUSYYYY but hopefully i get back on my grind :p and this was inspired because i bought an iphone 6 the other day and i'm actually obsessed... like kay bye. n e ways lmk if u want other parts of this!!!! <3 𑣲 part two!
© intakki 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ♡ taglist closed + requests open!
FASHION KILLA ✷ nishimura riki
♱ ───── ni-ki ⨯ fem!reader ˃˂ ongoing
synopsis ⨾ resellers aren’t really that annoying . . . right? wrong! when you repeatedly miss out on clothes from your usual source, only to see the exact pieces you wanted pop up on different girls online, it doesn’t take long to realise a mysterious reseller has been beating you to it every time. after some digging, you discover the account belongs to not only a man, but one of your favorite mutuals — nishimura riki.
content warning ⨾ kms joke, mentions of drugs
𐔌ㅤ taglist open >_<
notes : hey so i actually know nothing about reselling and i don’t know anything about the sources either so lwk ignore that ?
CHAPTERS . . . 01 02
🏷️ : @eomygod @cokewithcameron @siijaeyun @honeyfewr @k-4ttiee
♱ ─── ❝TEENAGE DIRTBAG❞
𓏲ּ𝄢… 2000s PUNK BAND BF MARTIN EDWARDS 𝔁 2000s POP STAR READER # ─── headcanons (yall this is lowkey a long one)
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who was the bane of your existence at first. you couldn’t stand the guy and the feeling was mutual on his end, kinda. (you know the saying, if a boy teases you that means he likes you?)
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who made a shady comment about you in an mtv interview for cortis something along the lines of…
─── martin slouched deeper into his chair, fingers idly messing with the studs on his wristband like he couldn’t care less about the camera shoved in his face.
“I mean, we make actual music,” he said, voice lazy, almost bored. “not some track about ‘oops, I broke another guy’s heart’ while dancing in pink in front of a camera.”
the interviewer’s grin sharpened instantly, you could practically hear the headline writing itself. he leaned in, elbows on his knees. that sounded a lot like a song that was number one on the charts right now. “so you’re saying yn’s music doesn’t mean anything?”
martin glanced off to the side like the question wasn’t even worth a full answer, giving a half shrug.
“I mean… at least she’s hot though.” james’ elbow slammed into his ribs without hesitation.
martin let out a short breathy laugh, rubbing his side, but he didn’t take it back, if anything, the corner of his mouth tilted up like he knew exactly what he’d just done.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who watched the headlines on magazines go wild and then watched you respond to them.
♱ 2000s pop star gf reader who was asked about martin in a talk show not soon after the cortis mtv interview was released.
───“so y/n,” the interviewer starts, eyes locked on you and you already know where this is going.
you sigh, but your smile doesn’t drop, bright, effortless, the kind that keeps the crowd hanging on.
your fingers hook under your rhinestone belt, adjusting it against your low rise jeans like it’s second nature. the audience instantly erupts.
“I know what you’re about to ask me,” you say, tilting your head, lips glossed and shining under the lights.
the interviewer leans in, playing it up. “oh, you do?”
“I do,” you laugh, pressing your lips together for a second before continuing. “and all I’m gonna say is… I don’t think screaming curse words into a mic and calling it a song is that meaningful either. but hey ” you shrug lightly,
“that’s just me.”
the crowd goes crazy.
“well, girls, you heard it here!” the interviewer shouts over the noise, barely able to contain his grin as the screams swallow the rest of the moment.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who can’t help the grin that makes its way to his face when keonho shoves his heavy laptop in his face pressing play of the video from you’re interview
“she wants me so bad it’s obvious.”
“you’re fucking insane.”
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who can’t help but grin wider remembering that a certain pretty pop star is going to be announcing best rock video at the mtv awards (since mtv doesn’t know how to separate genres cortis was nominated) …. oh what a coincidence
─── claps and screams ripple through the venue as you step onto the stage, cue cards in hand. your bedazzled denim skirt catches every flash of light, the dior top shimmering as the camera cuts in close.
you flash that signature smile, the one everyone recognizes instantly.
“tonight’s the night where every genre gets its flowers,” you start, voice smooth, practiced. “so of course… we have to give it up for rock. one of the pillars of music as a whole.”
the crowd roars.
you nod, letting the noise settle just enough. “we’ve got some incredible nominees for best rock music video tonight, hoobastank.”
cheers erupt.
“the darkness.”
louder cheers.
“evanescence.”
the volume spikes again.
“and…” you pause, dragging it out just enough to tease. your glossed lips press together as you glance down at your nails, then back up the room immediately catching on, laughter and screams mixing together.
“right, right… and cortis.”
the camera cuts to the band. martin’s already nodding, a smug tilt to his mouth, while juhoon shakes his head beside him.
back to you. you finally look down at the card, dramatic as ever. “and the mtv award for best rock music video goes to…”
you barely last a second before breaking.
“wow, cortis what you want! what a shock.”you grin, tongue briefly running over your teeth as applause crashes through the venue.
the camera swings back to the band as they shoot to their feet, all pride and adrenaline, making their way to the stage.
martin reaches you first. he looks down at you, that same knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
you meet his eyes for a split second, unreadable, before handing him the award which he takes easily, but not without sliding an arm around your waist in a casual side hug.
the crowd absolutely loses it.
you step back as the rest of the band crowds the mic, their voices overlapping in a mess of excitement until it settles on martin.
“yeah, uh, thanks to mtv,” he starts, pushing his hair back, still half grinning. “we put a stupid amount of work into this. hours in studios, on set… so it actually means something to walk away with this.”
he pauses, glancing off to the side right where you’re standing. “and, uh…”
there’s that look again.
“I heard there’s a pretty high chance y/n’s taking best pop album tonight,” he adds, voice dipping just enough to feel pointed. “so… I’ll see you at the afterparty, princess.”
the crowd screams louder than before and the camera cuts to you.
the smile you were suppressing was just as you press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, giving a short, almost dismissive nod as you look off to the side
back on martin, his brow lifts slightly, like he’s waiting for something more or maybe just enjoying the fact that he got under your skin anyway.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who played with the camera all night anytime you were the topic of discussion throughout the rest of the show, you’re performance? he’s giving the camera a thumbs up, when you won best pop album? he’s blowing a kiss to the camera.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who kept his word when he said he’ll see you at the after party, making his way towards you as you talk to one of your producer friends ignoring james who tried to stop him.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who dabs up your friend before whispering something in his ear causing your friend to nod his head and walk away while you look at him in disbelief.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who’s eating up the attitude you give to him as he trolls and try’s to start a conversation with you, he loves that he gets on your nerves.
the afterparty is loud, bass heavy, flashing lights, bodies packed too close, the kind of room where everything feels a little too electric.
you’re sunk into one of the velvet couches, legs crossed, drink in hand, half listening to your producer talk in your ear.
and then.
“told you I’d see you.”
you don’t even have to turn your head.
martin slides in beside you like he belongs there, like he wasn’t just being physically held back five minutes ago. james lingers somewhere behind him, already giving up.
before you can say anything, martin leans forward, dapping your friend up like they go way back. he bends slightly, murmuring something low enough that you can’t catch it.
but whatever it is, your friend’s expression shifts instantly. a quick nod. a muttered “yeah, yeah,” before he’s standing up and leaving.
you blink after him. “are you serious right now?”
martin just shrugs, settling back like he didn’t just clear the space around you on purpose. “what? he looked busy.”
“he was talking to me, that doesn’t even make sense.”
“not anymore.”
you scoff, turning your body away from him, which only seems to amuse him more.
the music swells louder, pulsing through the speakers, and martin leans back into the couch like he’s getting comfortable, too comfortable.
his arm stretches along the back of the couch behind you, fingers brushing just close enough to your shoulder to be intentional without actually touching. then the other follows, boxing you in without asking, without even looking like he’s trying, like it’s nothing.
“you always this annoying?” you mutter, eyes fixed ahead, taking a sip of your drink just to avoid looking at him.
martin lets out a quiet laugh beside you, low and satisfied.
“only with you.”
you roll your eyes, shifting slightly, and his hand shifts with you, still resting right behind you like he’s not planning on moving anytime soon.
“don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“nah.” he tilts his head, finally looking at you properly, that same smug expression from earlier still sitting on his face. “this is way more interesting.”
you glance at him then, just for a second sharp, unimpressed and it only makes his grin widen.
he loves this.
you scoff softly, looking away again, but there’s the faintest twitch at the corner of your lips now. “you’re really obnoxious.”
“obnoxious?” he leans in just a little, voice dipping so it cuts through the music straight to you. “and yet you haven’t gotten up.”
you pause, just for a second, before taking another sip of your drink. “maybe i’m just being polite.”
martin hums, unconvinced, his fingers tapping lightly against the back of the couch just behind your shoulder.
“nah,” he says quietly. “you like it.”
you turn your head then, finally facing him fully, brows lifting. “you’re delusional.”
his eyes flick down to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze again.
“and you’re still here.”
the beat drops louder around you, the crowd surging, but neither of you move.
you hold his gaze a second too long before breaking it, shaking your head like you’re done entertaining him but you don’t shift away.
and martin notices that too.
DID YN AND MARTIN FROM CORTIS KISS AT THE MTV MUISC AWARDS AFTER PARTY?!
the mtv awards may be over, but the drama is just getting started.
insiders are buzzing after multiple sources claimed that pop princess yn and cortis frontman martin, yes, those two, were seen together for most of the night at the official after party.
according to partygoers, what started as a tense conversation on a velvet couch quickly turned into something… a lot more interesting.
“they were talking for a long time,” one insider revealed. “at first it looked like they were arguing , you know, with their history, but then it kinda shifted. like, they were way closer than just talking.”
another source backed it up, saying the pair were “basically inseparable” as the night went on, with martin reportedly “not leaving her side once he found her.”
but here’s where things get messy.
multiple attendees are claiming that later in the night, the two were spotted sharing a kiss before slipping out of the party together.
“it wasn’t just a quick thing either,” one witness said. “it was like… they didn’t even care who saw.”
neither yn nor martin has addressed the rumours yet but fans are already spiraling online, especially after their very public back and forth earlier that night on stage.
from shady interviews to flirtatious award show moments… and now this?
is this just rivalry turned chaos, or is the music industry looking at its newest unexpected power couple?
one thing’s for sure if this is real, nobody saw it coming.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who read the headline beside you in his studio with a bright smile on his face while you glared at him. “oh come on, at least they didn’t get a photo of us.”
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who couldn’t stop the sentence of “I knew you wanted me,” when you agreed to go on a date with him.
“as if you didn’t diss me just to get my attention.”
“you’re so cute when you call me out on my bullshit.”
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who didn’t confirm his relationship to you to any tabloids and neither did you, just letting the paparazzis and obvious moments speak for themselves.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin was now constantly seen on sets for your music videos at all times.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who loved showing the guys photos that the paparazzi took of you and him anytime you went out, “don’t we look so good together?” “dude, this is your fifth time showing us this photo.”
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who bought you guys matching tiffany and co bracelets that you both never take off (not for music videos, not for red carpets, not for photoshoots, the bracelets STAY on)
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who got a tattoo of your first name initial on his pointer finger and showed it off while doing a “shhh” motion to the paparazzi camera.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who was over the moon when you both got sat beside each other at a fashion show, casually putting his arm around the back of your chair while whispering in your ear while models walk by.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who now had thousands of demos and songs written about you (he’s in loveee).
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who always mentions you on red carpet interviews “well, my girl is performing tonight so I’m looking forward to that.”
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who had a cameo in your new music video and talked about it more than his bands own grammy nomination, he even talked about your grammy nomination more. (he found it so romantic that both of you got a grammy nomination)
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who cheered the loudest when you won your first grammy, you were on the other side of the room but all he wanted to do was run over and congratulate you.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who couldn’t contain himself when it was his turn to win and just like that night at the after party james couldn’t stop him from running over to your side of the room and giving you a big hug, lifting you up and pressing a kiss on your cheek before the boys grabbed his arm and dragged him on stage to accept their award.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who just really loves his pop star girlfriend.
𓂃﹙𝓡𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃﹚─── ﹕☆ ៹ 𝓒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝓔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . 合 ★
❛ 𝓢𝐘𝐍. ❜ coer!gf reacting to the redred release.
♱ ─── ❝CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH❞
𓏲ּ𝄢… ALT 2000s BF MARTIN EDWARDS 𝔁 “BASIC” 2000s GF READER # ─── headcanons
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who was obsessed with you from the moment he saw you with your low rise jeans, uggs and hollister henley putting away your books in your locker laughing with your friend.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who even thought about changing his style to a more preppy vibe for you until juhoon luckily stopped him and told him to just go for it.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who finally went for it after catching you alone with a book in your hands at one of the lunch tables after weeks of plotting on you.
─── martin dropped onto the bench beside you, immediately regretting it. he scratched the back of his neck, heart pounding, while you didn’t so much as glance his way, just thumbed your ipod and pressed skip, eyes still glued to your book.
behind him, keonho caught his eye and flashed an enthusiastic thumbs up. martin inhaled, then exhaled. now or never.
he cleared his throat.
you finally noticed. one earbud slipped out as you looked up from the page. “huh?”
“hey,” he said, then stalled, every thought tangling together. “uh… you’re in my math class, right?”
you studied his face for a second, then nodded. “I think so. you’re martin, right?”
the fact that you knew his name nearly short circuited his brain. “yeah,” he said quickly, trying not to smile like an idiot. “so, um… what’re you reading?”
you slid a bookmark between the pages, closed the book, and tilted the cover toward him. “twilight. I’m trying to finish it before the movie comes out in a few days. I wanna watch it knowing what actually happens. have you heard about it?”
of course he had. sparkly vampires, dramatic romance, the kind of thing he usually pretended not to care about. but you were holding the book like it mattered, like it was something exciting.
“yeah,” he nodded. “cool. cool, cool.”
you gave a small smile, then looked back down, already opening the book again. conversation over. at least, that’s what you seemed to think.
“hey, wait,” he blurted, glancing down at his scuffed converse. “uh… do you have anyone to take you to see it?”
you paused, then sighed softly. “not really. a friend was supposed to go with me, but she’ll be out of town. I’ll probably just go alone or ask my dad to drop me off.”
his chest tightened. this was it.
“I mean,” martin said, voice quieter now, “I could take you… if you want.”
he didn’t look up, already bracing himself, but hopeful anyway.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who couldn’t believe his ears when you said yes almost jumping up right in front of you but kept his cool.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who sat beside you in the cinema with a large popcorn (that he paid for after you reluctantly agreed to let him) between the both of you, your hands touching each other every now and then.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who listened to you ramble about all the good scenes that the left out from the book in the movie after you just said how much you loved the movie.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who had replied with “the baseball scene was pretty cool.”
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who almost fell over on your front porch after you pressed a kiss against his cheek.
─── martin froze when you rose onto your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. it lingered just long enough to leave warmth behind, and when you settled back on your heels, you gave him a smile so sweet it made his head spin.
“thanks for tonight,” you said gently. “you mentioned you work at the record store… maybe I should stop by on your next shift?”
still dazed, martin nodded a little too fast. “yeah, yeah. that’d be cool. so cool.”
you laughed quietly, the sound light and easy, and reached out to pat his shoulder. “good night, mars. drive safe. call me when you get home. I might still be awake.”
“uh huh,” he managed.
and he stayed there for a second longer than necessary, cheek still warm, heart still racing, already replaying the moment like it was his favorite song on repeat.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who after he officially became your boyfriend picks you up in the mornings, waiting in his car for you, sometimes coming instead and having nice morning conversations with your mom.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who loves “studying” with you at your house. (more him distracting you than studying).
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who brings you cds of your favourite artists from the record store that he works at.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who brings you to his practices with his band.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who follows you into your favourite stores (hollister, abercrombie and aeropostale) at the mall, helping you pick out pieces.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who loves taking naps in your room, he’s gotten used to waking up to smell of your cinnamon candle and the sound of your britney spears cd that he got you in the background.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who always has his arms wrapped around you, even in lines (yes he’s THAT bf)
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who makes you help him dye his hair in his washroom.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who showers your face with kisses while apologizing for getting bleach on your shirt.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who takes you to hot topic, finding it so cute how much you stick out like a sore thumb.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who tears up a little when you gift him a blue ipod that matches your pink one.
♱ alt 2000s bf martin who’s still entranced by you, just like the day he laid his eyes on you at your locker.
𓏲ּ𝄢… first post…
i seriously will never be able to get over coachella moonstruck..
DON'T BE TOO MUCH ! ✶ NISHIMURA RIKI
IN WHICH ── you think riki is annoyed with you because you talk to him too much, so you try to tone your talkative self down with jungwon's help—but riki doesn't like the sudden change in your behavior at all.
• close friend!ni-ki x gn!reader ── angst fluff crack friends to lovers profanity misunderstandings jealousy overthinking cheating (not by ni-ki) bsf!jungwon 28 screenshots. || 1 2 3
like && reblog if u enjoyed !!
𑣲 right in front of me | james chao
PART ONE PART TWO
SYNOPSIS you and james have been best friends for years. to you it’s always been simple, hes your best friend, nothing more. to him it’s never been that easy, he’s always there, always looking at you a little longer than he should, caring a little more than just a usual friend would. everyone else sees it, everyone except you. so how long will it take before you do?
PART TWO ꪆৎ⋆˚࿔ NON!IDOLJAMES x FEM!READER
includes!! use of y/n (ik some people don’t like it), jealous james, riki being a bitch, mentions of drinking, mentions of kissing, spelling errors, swearing, but of drama
THOUGHTS i have decided the riki from enhypen is going to be riki in my smau😭 also im very sorry for the wait i’ve been a lil but busy atm but i should be posting everyday like usual. this was a little bit rushed but i hope it still relatively good😬
i would really appreciate reblogs, likes, and comments!!
𑣲 right in front of me | james chao
PART ONE PART TWO
SYNOPSIS you and james have been best friends for years. to you it’s always been simple, hes your best friend, nothing more. to him it’s never been that easy, he’s always there, always looking at you a little longer than he should, caring a little more than just a usual friend would. everyone else sees it, everyone except you. so how long will it take before you do
PART ONE ꪆৎ⋆˚࿔ NON!IDOLJAMES x FEM!READER
includes!! swearing, james lwky being bullied the whole time😭, jealous james if you squint.
THOUGHTS okay guys so this is gonna be my first smau with multiple parts. i cant tell if i like it or not but hope you do!!
i would really appreciate reblogs, likes, and comments!!
and if i say i wanna make out with him then what
im just gonna leave this here
🏐˖ ࣪ ‹ ( The boy with the glasses) 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ | martin edwards
PAIRING : volleyball player! martin x fem reader
SYNOPSIS : where you and a friend decided to go to the school volleyball game. Not expecting anything much to come from it. However, once the game ends and one of the most known players on the team leaves his glasses behind, why not you be the one to return them?
INCLUDES : strangers to future lovers, fluff, popular martin, high school au, friendly banter, kinda a love at first sight vibe, glasses wearing martin heh, poorly explained vb game (I’m soreiomfj(╥_╥)), prob strsight buns 🤕— wc: 2013
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before the school day ended. the sound of an announcement rang through the speakers. one reminding everyone that there would be a game tonight.
games for you weren’t a big thing. it wasn’t that you hated them, you just never paid much attention to them.
one thing you did know about the games however, was how good a team was. or how much a team wasn't.
many agreed that the school's basketball team was good, well when they wanted to be. then the water polo team, they were good as well.
but the main team everyone rooted for was the volleyball team.
they were the main talk of the school after a game night.
most specifically, one player in particular.
that player being, martin edwards.
there were many things that stuck out about him. his height and looks were one thing, yeah. along with his popularity. but his skills in the game, now that was something else.
it was what made him truly stick out. the quickness in his moves, the ability to stay so focused. even when the other schools students would taunt them.
he just seemed so, into it. like the game and sport were the only things that truly mattered to him.
now, although martin was a great player. so were the other players. it’s what made them the most popular team in the school after all.
but all of this, it wasn’t recognized by you. not by much. you did hear a lot about the teams, especially the volleyball one. but it just never stuck for you.
well, that was up until today.
—
on the walk home, you and your friend talked.
mostly about how your days went and what events occurred during them.
“but check this, she said that if he doesn’t get the clue that she likes him, she’s going to go after some kid on the basketball team.” your friend gossiped.
you snicker, “the basketball team?”
she quickly nods, “yes! which to me, I would’ve thought she’d go after the volleyball team. especially for the middle blocker.”
you turn your head curious to her, “the middle blocker?”
“yeah, y’know the kid with the spikey blonde hair? the one who wears gla-“
she then takes notice of the blank expression on your face. she shakes her head, “you know what, never mind…”
“actually wait, since we are on the topic of volleyball. there’s a game tonight, should we go?” she questions
you shrug, “I mean, I’m down if you are.”
she grins, “oh how I love you.”
you share the grin she has, “ I love you too. now let’s get inside so we can get ready.”
—
after freshening up a bit, the two of you head back to the school. since it was a home game, it made things a bit easier for the two of you to go.
when approaching the building, you could already tell that a lot of people were going to be here.
it wasn’t just your school after all, it was the others as well. people coming to cheer for their players, just like you guys did for yours.
all you worried about was getting a seat.
but you’re then stopped for your thinking. your friend's hand suddenly wrapping around yours. “come on, let’s go find a seat!”
you follow her steps. a bit surprised that you guys did end up finding an open space where the both of you can sit.
once the two of you settle down, your eyes roam the gym.
wow.
wow, was all you could think.
it was packed of people. which isn’t that surprising, not for many. but for you, you didn’t expect so much people to actually come to games.
and once your eyes finished looking at the crowd, they then ventured to the court.
seeing the players warming up.
your friend notices, her eyes follow where yours are looking. she pulls you closer to her side, “do you see that boy over there?”
she points out her finger, aiming at a boy who was currently sitting down.
your eyes met where her finger pointed. suddenly seeing the boy.
“that’s martin.”
oh, so that’s him.
now that you’re looking at him, there's no surprise that he’s popular. I mean, he’s definitely got the looks for it.
but there was something else about him. something that made you look a bit longer.
—
time then passed by. a couple of more people came in.
and soon enough, the game then began.
a small thing you noticed though, was how right before the game started. martin switched out his glasses.
the ones he wore at first, they had a dark black frame, a somewhat rectangle shaped lens. but the difference was the ones he wore now, were more so like goggles.
they were still that dark black color, and still the same shape. just now there was a band that wrapped around his head— securing them in place.
it was a small detail you had just noticed as you watched him and the others play.
you figured that it’s something all the people who wore glasses had to do, so you didn’t keep the topic in your head for long.
your attention is then taken once more. this time, watching martin more so himself.
it felt kind of weird. just staring at him. well, watching is the word more like.
your eyes paid close attention to each move he took. his pace was quick and steady. movements were smooth and neat.
but that wasn't the only thing.
sometimes when he'd block a shot or would get one. a small smile would appear, but quickly then vanish. the stoic expression showing once again.
you weren’t completely sure if that’s just the way he was, or if you were watching too much.
it was probably the second one.
nonetheless, you change your attention to the whole court. eyes moving back and forth between the two sides.
the way both teams held their own was impressive. they worked swiftly together as a whole.
up until this time, one of the players for the opposing team had hit the ball over, causing the others to make sure it’d go over.
but then, the sound of a thud hit the floor.
they missed the ball.
and after some time, the other team was a good four points up. not up by much, but still above them.
while you started to believe that maybe, just maybe. today would be the day that the team would catch a loss.
you were wrong.
because soon enough, they ended up making their way back to the top.
and the person who made the winning move, was no other than martin himself.
the crowd roared. some with happiness, other with a bit of anger.
you and your friend couldn’t hep but cheer as well. even though you weren’t fully into the game, why not show support?
—
after all the celebrating and congratulating the players from the bleachers. it all soon came to an end.
“so, for your first school game. how was it?” your friend asked. the both of you staying in your spots, waiting for everyone else to make their way out first.
“I mean, it was fun. very intriguing I may say.”
she laughs, “intriguing? what are we, professors?”
you roll your eyes playfully, cracking a smile. “ it’s the same thing as interesting.”
she nudges your shoulder with hers, “I’m just joking,” her eyes turn to the crowd that was almost gone. “should we start walking?”
you look around, “yeah, seems empty enough to get out easily”
the both of you stand from your spots, walking your way from out of the row and then down the steps.
you then make a small stop, something had caught your eye. a pair of glasses.
now, you already had an idea of who they belonged to.
thing is, both teams had already walked out the building. planning on going home since they finished everything at school. the taking pictures and all of it.
for a second you weren’t sure if you should get them. what if he knows they are here and comes back to not find them? and the whole it was you who had picked them up, yeah no.
but then again, there was a what if he didn’t know that they were there. feeling like the ones he had on were his actual ones.
you turn to your friend, “hey, do you think I should get those glasses?”
her attention turns to you, looking over at what you were pointing over at that had been sitting in the front row.
“wait- aren’t those..”
you nod, “yeah I’m pretty sure they are”
“yeah why not, I’d be pretty mad if I left my glasses at school on a friday”
you quickly go to get them, carefully handling them in your hand. making sure not to touch the lens, just the frame.
your friend waits till you catch you, both of you exiting the building. seeing some crowds still here but not much.
this may be a bit hard.
“wait, I think I see him!”
or maybe not?
your friend pulls you along to get a closer look. carefully pointing her fingers at him, “right there!”
and there he stood.
he was talking to his friends. bag over his shoulder as he still had the team uniform on. a now noticeable smile was across his face.
your friend nudges you forward, “well go on bud, I’ll be waiting over here”
you turn around to her, a bewildered look on your face. “me? your not coming?”
she shakes her head, “I love you to death, but one of them was a talking stage and I do NOT want to see that boy right now. or maybe even ever..” she explained.
you groan, “oh my gosh, I’m going to kill you.”
“I love you even more!”
—
you take a moment for yourself. taking a deep breath in and out. telling yourself, “stop being dramatic.”
to which for a second it seemed to work because you did end up walking over. but as soon as you stood in front of him, it stopped working.
they don’t notice you at first, not until you reach one of the players peripheral vision. causing him to look at you then tap one of the guys on their shoulder, signaling his head over to you.
“oh-“
eyes now on you. you felt a bit stuck.
the boy next to martin was first to talk, “is there something wrong?”
“oh no, it’s nothing like that,” you hold out the glasses. “I think one of you left these on the bleachers, it was in row one so I figured.”
one of the players called out, “martin! there they are!”
“you seriously need to get a case for those..” someone added in.
martin steps forward, “oh my god, thank you so much- seriously!”
you hand them over to him, you shrug, “it’s nothing really, I’m glad I could bring them back in one piece!”
martins eyes gaze at your face. taking in every little feature that you had, memorizing it in his head. “hi”
“hi,” you smiled softly. “I’m sorry if I interrupted anything, I just want to make sure you got this!”
he slowly shakes his head, “no-no your fine.”
“okay, that’s good.”
you stand there for a second, then realizing that you had your friend waiting. “oh shit.”
your words catch his attention, looking at you a bit confused.
“sorry, I have to go. but I’m glad I could get those to you!” you tell him as you started to walk away.
he stops, “wait- what's your name?” he questions, loud enough for you to hear and turn around to respond, “yn!”
he beams to himself as you walk away, “yn..”
at the single moment, your name would ring through his head that weekend.
wanting to get to know you even more.
the girl who returned his glasses.
—
“why is he staring at her like that?”
“maybe he’s frozen..”
“frozen from what?”
“the prettyness maybe?”
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©miuwoniz — 2026
for eternity
yearner!vampire!zhao yufan x female reader
cw - suggestive, stalking, kissing, biting, blood, reader gets turned, desperate!james, james is so very sweet despite his contradictory actions :( ⟡ wc - 1.9k
overview - your fascination towards the forest was his only way of being able to see you, watch you do things from afar that he longed to do with you. his belief that he would be alone forever vanished the moment he saw you stumble upon his castle that was hidden far from anywhere you’ve ever explored in the sea of trees.
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it wasn’t natural for the townspeople to go into the woods. the most they did was stay at the opening, collecting herbs for their cooking and supply their water from the small river that flowed in between the trees.
the truth was that they were afraid of what lurked further down in the areas they didn’t dare to step foot near.
you thought it was silly.
since a young age, you were drawn to the scenery that seemed to terrify your friends and family around you. you never understood why they cowered behind fabricated stories and rumours.
anytime you were able to slip away from everybody, you would use it as an opportunity to sneak into the forest and explore the undiscovered beauty.
little did you know that when you were watching the eye-catching terrain, something else was watching you; a creature that had been considered extinct for centuries.
mep ⎯⎯ ✮ ﹙distractions﹚ ‘ 04
⭒ flirting with your boyfriend in the studio goes just as much as you expect until you get caught.
전 ﹒ martin x f!reader’ ⎯⎯ established rls ✭ wc ﹒ 757⠀ ⭒ fluff, skinship, kissing
You’re slouched on the couch, phone face-down in your hands, watching your boyfriend from across the studio.
Martin is completely locked in—headphones on, brows furrowed, fingers flying over the controls like the world might end if he misses a beat. He doesn’t even glance your way. “Wow,” you mutter, louder this time. “I could literally disappear and you wouldn’t notice.”
You sigh. Loudly.
Still Nothing.
“Martin,” you whine, stretching his name out. “You said five minutes. That was, like… forever ago.”
He simply hums and dives back in to what he was doing which might actually just drive you crazy.
You roll your eyes and start sighing dramatically, shifting, tapping your foot, letting out little noises of pure boredom. You’re not even subtle about it. Finally, Martin pulls one earcup off and glances over his shoulder, amusement flickering across his face.
“You done over there?” he asks.
“No,” you say instantly. “I’m dying and you’re ignoring me.”
He laughs, shakes his head, and pats his thigh. “come here.”
You hesitate for exactly half a second before standing and walking over. The moment you’re close enough, he grabs your wrist gently and pulls you down onto his lap. One arm settles around you, his hand resting warm and familiar on your thigh.
He tilts his head, eyes scanning your face. “Better?”
You nod, then immediately regret it when he smirks.
“Oh,” he says, teasing now. “You’re blushing.”
“I am not,” you lie, heat rushing to your cheeks anyway.
He chuckles and gestures back to the screen. “Okay, since you were so desperate for attention, I’ll teach you. I was working on the bridge,” he says, gesturing to the screen. “See, the layers here—” He starts explaining what he’s working on, voice low and focused again, but this time it’s right there, brushing against you.
You try to follow his explanation. You really do. But sitting on his lap, his hand absentmindedly rubbing slow circles, your brain completely short-circuits. The words blur together until all you can think about is how close his face is. How easy it would be to lean in.
All you can see is his face. The way his lashes cast shadows when he looks down. The small crease between his brows when he’s concentrating. How handsome he looks when he’s completely unaware he’s being stared at.
You don’t even realize you’ve gone quiet until he stops talking.
“…Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, amused.
You blink, caught. “Like what?”
He smiles slowly, knowingly, and shifts you closer on his lap. His hand slides from your thigh to your waist, grounding, warm. “Like you forgot how words work.”
Your cheeks burn. Being this close makes everything worse—the faint scent of him, the way his knee bounces slightly under you, the fact that his face is right there. Your mind blanks completely, thoughts dissolving into nothing but the space between you.
“Cute,” he murmurs.
You groan softly and turn your face away, but he follows, gently nudging your chin back toward him. “Hey,” he says, quieter now. “I’m teasing.”
Before you can respond, he leans in and kisses you.
It’s slow and soft at first, just a brush of lips, like he’s testing whether you’ll pull away. You don’t. Instead, you relax into it, fingers curling lightly into his shirt. He smiles against your lips—actually smiles—before kissing you again, deeper this time, unhurried and warm.
Your heart stutters.
When you pull back, flustered and breathless, you swat his shoulder playfully. “You didn’t warn me!”
He laughs and clutches his chest like he’s been wounded. “Ouch! That hurt. I think I need a healing kiss.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too much to pretend you’re annoyed. “You’re impossible.”
“I love you too,” he says easily.
You slide a hand up to his cheek and pull him in again. This kiss is fuller, more confident—his hand tightens at your waist, thumb brushing just under your ribs, the other cradling your face like it’s precious. You melt into him, the world narrowing to the press of his lips and the quiet hum of the studio around you.
You’re so lost in him that you don’t hear the door.
“YO, MARTIN—”
The door bursts open.
You and Martin both look up to see Keonho and Seonghyeon standing there mid-step, mouths open, frozen like someone hit pause.
“Oh—” Keonho starts.
“Uh—” Seonghyeon adds.
Mortification hits instantly. You bury your face in Martin’s chest, groaning. “Please let me disappear.”
Martin groans. “Do you two ever knock?”
They scramble instantly. “SORRY!” “WE’LL COME BACK!” “WE DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING!”
The door slams shut.
Martin chuckles softly and rubs your back. “You okay?”
You peek up at him, still embarrassed. He tilts his forehead against yours, eyes warm and teasing. “Worth it, though.”
𖡎 I LOVE HOT NERDS ──── JAMES 𖡎
⌗ ホームシック ──── things your nerdy boyfie would do ❞
flirty and nerdy headcanons with NERDYBF!JAMES
𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 ★ 𝟖𝟒𝟓 ── 𝐑𝐈𝐑𝐈 🤓 ❤︎
nerdybf!james who’s the type to roll up his sleeves to his elbows when he’s writing notes on purpose to see the look on your face. he just loves seeing you get all excited and star struck over his veiny forearms, it’s just so adorable.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to smirk at you breathlessly with his shirt all messed up and his tie undone after making out to make you go back for more. especially when his glasses are tilted out of place, he just looks so hot when you’ve ruined him and he uses it to his advantage.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to leave a few buttons of his shirt open when you’re studying because he wants you to focus on him, not the books. he prefers teaching you instead of you doing it yourself because he loves seeing you drool over him while he tells you what to do.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to drag you with him to buy superhero comics because he hates doing things without you. he’ll hold them up with the biggest sparkle in his eyes while he rambled to you about how awesome they are.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to find math equations for you two. he’ll write them down and say the cheesiest pick up line in the world just to get that adorable flush on your face.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to get all giggly when you pull him by his collar or his tie for a kiss. he’ll get caught off guard by the sudden tug but instantly melts when his lips are on yours.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to share his earphones with you anywhere and put your head on his shoulder and while he does his homework. in the library, in class, on the train. he just loves seeing you calm and at ease.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to build a huge lego heart just for you. he’d find all the red and pink pieces just to show his love for you, and he’d never stop smiling when you’d kiss him all over for it.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to hold your hand while reading. you’ll be sitting next to him while he’s deeply immersed in a book and his hand will stay interlocked with yours tightly because he always needs the assurance that you’re still there.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to get flustered when you thirst over him in his batman shirt. you’ll be drooling over how good his muscles look in it and his cheeks will be burning hot while he’s trying to focus on his comic.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to have movie dates with you every weekend. he loves cuddling with you while watching the dvds he spends the whole week compiling for you. he’s just a big film freak.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to be very needy when you’re not there. he’ll be a yearning loser, sulking while he buries his head in his books but instantly perks up when his spidey senses tingle(he also just so happens to want to be spiderman real bad) and realizes you’re back.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to get all nervous with you in public but morphs into this flirty possessive boy when you’re all alone. all of a sudden his voice is not high-pitched and he’s using all his affectionate teases on you.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to reference his big brain stuff and laugh at you for not knowing them then instantly proceeds to ramble about them while he holds you in his arms.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to stand behind you to get a book on a shelf for you then hug you as you flipped through it. he’ll even read it out loud for you as his hands massaged your sides.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to steal the teddies he buys you. he’ll get you this adorable brown teddy bear then steal it the second it smells like you because the fluffiness makes it seem like you.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to pass you notes in class telling you how pretty you are or how much he loves you then moves to sit right next to you whenever you look stuck on a question. he just loves pulling you out of your misery and putting a smile on that cute face of yours
nerdybf!james who’s the type to jump up for joy when you want to play minecraft with him. he’ll rush to let you sit his lap, his hands over yours while you played.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to buy you a bunch of matching lego keychains because he has to let the world know that a perfect girl like you is taken by his goofy, geeky ass. he’ll even pass it to you and call you ‘babe’ unreasonably loud when a boy is near you.
nerdybf!james who’s the type to leave your kiss marks on his cheeks because he just loves when you mark your territory
𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! @yunsera @amoressb @k-oimani1 @koiiq @weoris @mqytcha @miuwoniz @murastqr @saintlysl @amatariki @liliikkuma @ririzrecs @yooniso @eohyeons @yeppiiz @unakbb @leaderwon @ourhyeons @kristynaaah @seombaby @sunoomisu @jjuelly @akarireadss22 @09zpzkeonnss @ewstain @cherishmoka @emotiandon @ijustwannareadstuff20 @izzyreadsstuff @fshiwore
注記 ───i have been THIRSTING and I mean THIRSTING over nerdy james. it’s dead serious. and well, obviously i had to make nerdy james headcanons the helly!? so here they are, these made me blush icl and i hope they make you want to blush (woo!ah mention ofc) hope you all enjoy, hugs and kisses! ✶
ㅤㅤㅤ© J4EYXN ‘25
friends don’t kiss. mep
( 사랑 ) martin x f!reader ╱ bestfriends to lovers | school au
contains. lighthearted, slight angst, fluff, crack, skinship, kissing, attempted humor, mentions of illit & cortis mems.
When Martin asked you to meet him behind the gym after school, you assumed one of three things was about to happen.
One: he needed help with homework because he definitely procrastinated again.
Two: his bimbo friends had dared him to do something stupid.
Three: he was about to complain about some pointless things for an absurd amount of time for no reason at all.
You were not prepared for option four.
“Okay, so—hypothetically,” Martin started, pacing like he was about to confess to a crime, “if someone needed a pretend girlfriend. Like. Temporarily.”
You blinked once.
Twice.
“…Hypothetically for who?” you asked.
“For me.”
Your brain short-circuited so hard it almost hurt.
Behind him, the sun dipped low, lighting his stupid face in that soft golden way that made your chest ache on instinct. You’d known Martin since middle school. You knew the mole on his cheek, the way he chewed his lip when nervous, the way he hugged people like he was scared they’d disappear if he let go too soon.
You also knew you were terribly in love with him.
And he was asking you to be his pretend girlfriend.
“For what reason,” you said carefully, “would you need that?”
He stopped pacing. Scratched the back of his neck. Groaned.
“My ex won’t let it go,” he said. “She keeps saying we’re ‘meant to find our way back’ and it’s starting to freak me out. Seonghyeon said if I showed up with someone else, she’d finally move on.”
Seonghyeon. Of course.
“And you chose me,” you said flatly.
“Well, yeah,” he replied immediately, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re my best friend. It’d be weird with anyone else.”
Weird.
Right.
Your heart did a very unhelpful thing and squeezed painfully in your chest.
“And,” he added, grinning, “you won’t catch feelings or anything. You’re chill.”
Oh. Fuck you, Martin.
You laughed instead, because if you didn’t, you might actually combust. “Wow. I love being emotionally safe and unthreatening.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said quickly. “I just—look, please? I’ll owe you. Like, forever.”
You should have said no.
You really, really should have.
But then he stepped closer, hands clasped together like he was praying, eyes big and hopeful in that annoying way that always worked on you.
“…Fine,” you sighed. “But if this ruins my life, I’m haunting you.”
He lit up instantly and threw his arms around you.
Not a casual hug. Not a friendly pat.
A full-on, squeeze-you-like-a-human-stress-ball hug.
You froze for exactly half a second before melting into him, your face pressed into his hoodie, his stupidly familiar scent wrapping around you.
“Holy shit, you’re the best,” he said into your hair. “I knew I could count on you.”
Yeah. You always could.
By Monday, everyone knew.
Martin had an arm slung around your shoulders in the hallway like he’d been doing it his entire life, pulling you close whenever his ex walked by, grinning like an idiot.
“Babe,” he said loudly, “are you coming over later?”
You choked. “I—what?”
He leaned in, whispering, “Sell it.”
“Oh. Right,” you said, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Babe.”
You hoped your friends couldn’t hear how fake that sounded.
They absolutely could.
At lunch, you sat with them, who stared at Martin like he was a poorly written plot twist.
“So,” one of them said slowly, “you and Martin.”
“Yep,” you said. “Us. Together. Totally.”
Martin dropped into the seat beside you, immediately resting his head on your shoulder.
Your entire body went rigid.
“This is my girlfriend,” he announced proudly. “She’s hot and funny and way out of my league.”
You stared at him.
“Wow,” you said. “Setting expectations low, huh?”
He laughed and bumped his forehead against yours. “Relax, you’re doing great.”
He did not move away.
Your heart was trying to claw its way out of your ribcage.
Your friends exchanged looks. Concerned. Amused. But mostly Suspicious.
“Does he have to do…that?” Minju asked.
You smiled weakly. “He’s very…hands-on.”
Martin, oblivious menace that he was, tightened his arm around your waist.
The thing was, Martin was too good at this.
Holding your hand. Hugging you from behind. Kissing your cheek without hesitation. Pulling you into his lap during movie night like it was nothing.
“Dude,” james said one afternoon, watching Martin absentmindedly play with your fingers, “you sure this is fake?”
“Yeah,” Martin said easily. “Why?”
Keonho snorted. “Because you’re acting like you’re in love.”
You nearly inhaled your water.
Martin laughed. “Nah. I just like physical affection.”
You hated him a little.
It all came crashing down after school one day when you were sitting on the bleachers, legs swinging, watching Martin joke around with Cortis on the field.
He jogged over, sweaty and smiling, and dropped down beside you.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you lied.
He frowned, then gently pulled you into his chest, chin resting on your head.
“You’ve been quiet,” he said softly.
You swallowed.
“Martin,” you said, voice small despite yourself, “what happens when your ex finally moves on?”
He shrugged. “We stop pretending.”
Oh.
“Right,” you said.
He pulled back to look at you. Really look at you.
“…You know,” he said slowly, “we don’t have to stop immediately.”
Your heart skipped.
“Like,” he continued, completely missing your internal meltdown, “we could ease out of it. So it’s not weird.”
You laughed, a little broken. “You’re unbelievable.”
He smiled back, warm and familiar. “But you love me.”
Yeah.
You really did.
And as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, completely unaware of how much it meant to you, you wondered how long you could keep pretending this didn’t feel real—
When it already felt like everything. but friends dont just kiss.
The problem with pretending to date Martin was that he never stopped.
If anything, he got worse. It’s like the whole situation wasnt even about his ex anymore.
By the time Friday rolled around, he was basically acting like you’d been married for ten years and owned a joint Costco membership.
He waited for you outside your class, leaning against the lockers like he belonged there. When you spotted him, he smiled and immediately opened his arms.
“C’mere,” he said.
You looked around. “Why.”
“So I can hug my girlfriend before she abandons me for her friends.” He said dramatically with a pout making you chuckle.
“That is not what happens,” you muttered, but you still stepped into his arms.
He hugged you tight, rocking slightly side to side, cheek pressed into your hair. Way too comfortable.
You sighed. “Martin, people are staring.”
“Good,” he said. “Let them.”
God, he was going to kill you.
Later that day, your friends cornered you in the bathroom like an intervention was about to take place.
“Be honest,” one of them said, arms crossed. “Are you actually dating him?”
“Yes,” you said. “No. I don’t know. I’m tired.”
Yunah groaned. “He kissed your neck yesterday.”
“He WHAT?” you snapped.
“He leaned in and whispered something and kissed your neck. That is not pretend dating behavior.”
You stared at the tiled floor, cheeks burning. “He does stuff like that without thinking.”
“That man is either in love with you,” iroha said flatly, “or a crazy jerk.”
You sighed. “Both can be true and no way we are just friends!” But your mind said otherwise.
It was movie night at martins place. Seonghyeon, Iroha, Moka and Keonho were sprawled on the floor, half asleep. The movie was something loud and stupid, so Martin changed it to a horror movie.
The movie started, and it took exactly ten minutes for regret to set in.
You hated scary movies. Always had. The kind where the silence stretches too long, where your body braces for something awful you know is coming.
It didn’t help that You were tucked against his chest, his arm wrapped securely around you, fingers tracing idle patterns along your arm.
The movie was genuinely terrifying, which was unfair.
A sudden jump scare hit, loud and sharp, and you yelped before you could stop yourself, instinctively grabbing onto Martin’s shirt.
He froze for half a second.
Then his arm came around you fully, pulling you against his chest.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, voice low and warm against your ear. “I got you.”
Your heart was pounding for an entirely different reason.
You tried to pull back. Failed. He was holding you too comfortably, like this was natural, like this was allowed.
Another scare.
You buried your face into his shoulder without thinking.
Martin laughed softly. “You’re really scared, huh?”
“Shut up,” you mumbled. “Speaking of which did you choose this move to provo-AH!”
He shifted, turning slightly, and suddenly your faces were… close. Too close. His breath hitched just barely, like he noticed it too.
The movie faded into background noise.
You looked up.
He looked down.
For one dangerous second, neither of you moved.
Then Martin leaned in.
It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t rushed. It was hesitant, unsure, like he was asking without words if this was okay.
You kissed him back anyway.
Soft. Careful. Real.
His hand came up to your cheek, thumb brushing your skin, and the kiss deepened just a little—enough to make your chest ache, enough to make your head spin.
When you pulled away, breathless, the silence was unbearable.
Martin blinked, like he’d just woken up.
“Oh,” he said. “I-im so sorry y/n , I didn’t meant to-“
It was like your heart was being ripped out. Why? Was it really nothing more than an accident to him?
You slightly shake your head and offer a small smile before getting up and going to one of the rooms to cool off.
“Seriously dude?” Keonho said , startling Martin. “You weren’t asleep?”
“No WE weren’t asleep and because WE weren’t asleep we had to witness your stupidity.”
Martin had confusion written all over his face until he looked over to see the rest looking back at him with a disappointed look.
“Can you like go do something? Gosh why does she like someone like you.” Iroha stated, dramatically shaking her head.
Martin finally caught the memo and immediately got up and into the room you went in.
“Y/n listen-“ . “Martin,” you whispered, “you don’t have to hold on to me like this.”
“Hm?” he murmured, eyes locked on you. “Why not?”
“Because,” you said carefully, “this is very…boyfriendy.”
He looked down at you, confused. “That’s the point.”
“That was the point,” you corrected. “Your ex hasn’t talked to you in weeks. Mission accomplished.”
He stilled.
“…Oh,” he said.
“So we should probably stop.”
Silence.
Then Martin laughed—short, forced. “Yeah. Right. Of course.”
He moved his arm away.
It felt like something hollowed out inside your chest.
“I’m gonna head home.” “Already?” he asked, too quickly.
You nodded. “Yeah.” You were about to walk past him until a hand grabbed you and pulled you in for a hug. “Im sorry. Y/n Dont leave me i was being stupid.”
He said hurrying his face into your neck. “I meant everything, from when I asked you to date me and when we kissed—I..I meant every part of it. Im sorry for acting like a dumbass, Y/n please..”
You were taken aback not expecting this at all. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not but it didn’t matter as you found yourself embracing him back.
“I….i forgive you.” You mumble.
Martin squeezed you tighter like he was afraid of you slipping away. “Does that mean we can date for real now?”
You shyly smiled and nodded, “yea”.
Martin looked back up at you with that stupidly beautiful smile of his before pressing his lips on yours again.
His hand cupped your jaw instinctively, thumb brushing your cheek as the kiss deepened, slow and careful and devastatingly tender. No rush. No joke. Just warmth and lips and the quiet realization that this wasn’t pretending anymore.
Cheers erupted instantly.
“FINALLY,” Yunah yelled.
You look over to see the rest piled up around the door looking back at yall. “Were you guys watching us the whole time?”
“Maybe” Seonghyeon replied with a cheeky smile which made your cheek turn a rosy hue. You burries your face in martins chest out of embarrassment whike he simply laughed it off.
