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when a guy is desperately searching for any possible way to get the girl he wants, he will search to the ends of the earth. luckily for him, he found just the solution. but, when his solution starts to sound pretty and look the part, who does he truly want? the passenger on his one boat trip to love or the captain of the ship?
☎️ or alternatively, martin is falling for the wrong girl.
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for days martin kept texting you. calling you. you couldn’t answer. each time you got that notification you fought the urge to go to his contact. you’d type something out. something stupid, then erase it from existence and wonder what could’ve been if you sent them. your finger hovered over the call button so many times but you had to snap yourself out of it.
you kissed martin. you felt like you broke some rule that was never there. you didn’t understand why it felt so wrong to you. everyone seemed to be happy that you finally accepted that you wanted him and well he clearly didn’t seem to have wanted his crush, so why couldn’t you let go of the overwhelming feelings that consumed you completely?
you didn’t know what it was but until you figured it out, you were going to stay away from martin.
you didn’t walk with him to classes anymore. you’d watch him look around like he always did when he waited for you then turned around when the bell rang knowing you wouldn’t be there. he’d even wait longer sometimes.
you didn’t each lunch with him either anymore. whenever you’d find a table to sit with your friends, his friends and himself would join but you’d take a few bites and run off somewhere the second your eyes locked.
you didn’t hang out too. the bench that you usually sat at seemed to have the ghost of you that kissed martin there. except you weren’t that same girl. you were different now. you were in love. you could feel it. you couldn’t stop that. the power of love. not in the month of love either with the day of love just hours away.
martin would sit there after school hoping you’d change your mind and come back to him. but he was met with disappointment each time. he tried to get used to your absence but it was so hard when you were so close yet so far.
he’d even try to approach you from your locker but you dash away before he could grab you. you’d even go to the girls’ bathroom so he couldn’t get you. it was so childish. so stupid. everyone knew that.
but no one said anything to you, told you what to do or forced you to say anything. it was your choice at the end of the day. you loved martin but the choice lay in your hands. the choice of love.
but you didn’t know how he felt. he could’ve told you that he thought about that kiss all the time but what if it’s because he didn’t like it? what if he wanted to talk to you to say things that could hurt you then move on and discard you like some trash? what if martin wasn’t the boy you should’ve loved?
“hey, y/n!” you heard a familiar voice calling your name. when you turned around it wasn’t what you expected. you thought it was martin. you wanted it to be. but it was keonho and juhoon. his best friends. what could they have wanted?
you stopped in your tracks, waiting for them to get to you.
“yeah?” you asked, a little nervous as you fiddled with the strap of your bag. what if they were going to tell you something bad? you really didn’t want it to be bad. what if you were hurting martin more than you had imagined? you did feel bad. really bad. in other cases you’d smile and blush at the things he was saying but he was a goner. and it hurt you, a lot.
“well, i think you know who we’re here for? martin.” juhoon said quietly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. both of the boys were looking at you like they were expecting you to have an outburst. they even looked like they were flinching a bit.
but why would you? you let martin kiss you. then you avoided him like the plague. if anything, he should’ve been the one having an outburst. but knowing him, he was probably trying to stay strong.
“yeah. that. he told you, huh?” you murmured, feeling that guilt creep in already. this was not what you wanted. to let martin have a way to get through to you. you didn’t want his friends to approach you because they pitied him. you wanted him to come to you, even though you didn’t at the same time.
no, you wanted him to come. but you didn’t want to think about your feelings. you’re so damn confusing, y/n l/n.
“well, that guy can’t keep things to himself,” keonho said with a lighthearted chuckle. he clearly seemed to be the guy that’d always try to lighten up the mood.
he couldn’t keep things to himself, hm?
“truth is, y/n, martin misses you. like hell. i’m sure you know that but i think you need to hear it from someone else. he’s not himself nowadays. he really isn’t. yeah he’s a loser and a dork, but lately he’s just a loser. not the loser you know at least.”
he missed you. missed you. no guy has ever missed you. that was a first. and martin edwards was that guy. you hated how special it made you feel. and you hated how you started to feel even worse about yourself.
“what keonho is saying is that he’s lost without you. he’s a goner. just talk to him. i don’t know what will convince you if this won’t but i found this in his room yesterday. you might wanna read it, especially because he’s not a diary kinda guy.” juhoon reached down his pocket, taking out a crumpled and folded piece of paper and placed in your hand.
it had your name written in some horrid handwriting like it was some letter. you rolled your fingers into a fist, thanking juhoon and keonho before running away to the bleachers. at least it was after school hours. you sat down, slowly opening up the paper.
oh god, martin fucking edwards!?
“do i like y/n? maybe. do i like fine shyt? no, i don’t. do i like y/n? yes, possibly. why do i find myself so fascinated? because she’s special. special in a way i haven’t ever seen or known. like those cheesy romance movies. fuck, i hate those. she’s the only exception. maybe i’d watch one if she said so. why does she have so much power over you, martin edwards?
well, maybe cause i like her. i like y/n l/n. she’s sweet, she’s pretty. she’s cool. she’s mean but i like it. she has really nice hair, it’s super soft. her nose is really cute when she blushes. her hands are super tiny and cute and i really like to hold them. she’s super tiny and cute. i wish i could carry her. i’d carry her everywhere. she’s funny. she’s everything i’ve ever wanted.
she drives me crazy. she makes me question everything in life. i’m not a poet or a genius like she is. but i know she brings out things in me that no one has before. she makes me happy. she makes me yearn like the loser i am. and i like that more than i should. i love it.
i think i love her. maybe not. maybe i do. but she makes my heart race like i just ran a marathon and she’s never out my head. i can’t stop seeing her in my dreams and honestly, i don’t want it to stop.
i want y/n l/n. only if she’d have me.
but she can’t ever know that i said this. it’s stupid. it’s for me, myself and i. just for you, martin edwards. maybe i’d say these words to her when i got the balls to. maybe i won’t ever say anything. i’ll probably tell her i love her then.
but if y/n ever read this, i’d just have to kill myself.
don’t screw this up, martin edwards.”
well, martin edwards, you should’ve been six feet under right then and there. along with you too.
you couldn’t stop reading it. martin loved you. he loved you.
you didn’t know what to do. you looked up at the sky, the light blue darkening as the stars started to twinkle. you couldn’t believe it. you couldn’t sit there and believe that martin edwards was in with you. well, he said he thought so. he probably wasn’t sure of that. but he did say he’d probably tell you that he loved you. he loved you.
you thought you jump up and scream. giggle and smile till your face hurt. but you sat there. still. unable to process what you read. you felt like you were in some fantasy. you knew it wasn’t a dream either. that doesn’t mean you were happy. you just didn’t know what to do now.
sleep it off maybe? you probably wouldn’t get a second of rest knowing that martin edwards loved you.
“guys, did you see a folded up paper in my room the other day? it um, had y/n’s name on it and i can’t find it anywhere.” martin asked, searching through his drawers frantically.
juhoon and keonho looked at each other with wide, fearful eyes, looking back at martin with feigned innocence. “we have no idea.” they said in unison, looking away when martin turned to them.
“they gave it to y/n in hopes to save your love life.” james said monotonously, scrolling on his phone casually. martin’s eyes widened so much you’d think they’d pop right out their sockets, his hands tangled in his hair.
“what!?” he screamed out, staring at juhoon and keonho in shock. everyone flinched at his scream, moving back slightly. “don’t worry, tin. it’ll be okay, i’m sure she-”
“i said i loved her in there. i called her pretty, i called her cool, i-i called her everything. i said i’d kill myself if she ever read that-i’m-oh my gosh. fuck, she read that letter. kim fucking juhoon and ahn fucking keonho, you’re dying before i do.” he stuttered out, looking at them with complete fury in his eyes, his fists clenched at his sides.
he walked to his bed where juhoon and keonho were laying in shambles, awaiting their doom.
“wait! what if she likes it?” keonho shrieked, scared and high-pitched. martin’s eyes narrowed, walking closer to his bed. juhoon yelped, moving back so far he fell off the bed.
“ah-martin! stop. she wouldn’t have taken the letter if she didn’t care.” he grabbed the edge of the bed, his eyes screaming a desperate plea. martin stopped in his tracks, thinking about it.
they weren’t wrong. why would you take the letter if you didn’t want anything to do with martin? maybe a small part of you cared. he prayed that part of you would give him a chance.
“you have a point. well what do i do? she isn’t texting back and she won’t answer my calls either.” martin said, sprawling across his bed. he really did miss you. and he had been moody and gloomy and so angry. angry at himself and not at the world. but he still managed to be angry at everyone else. even if he didn’t mean to.
he was nothing without you. literally nothing. sure he was acting like a child but all he needed was you. he hadn’t ever needed anything more in his life. so would you answer if he called? he hoped you would. every part of him did.
“just try. nothing’s ever stopped you before, tin. she’ll come around.” seonghyeon muttered, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. at least seonghyeon wasn't making fun of him this time. maybe you would come around. maybe you felt the same. maybe you’d kiss him and say that he should remember it. maybe you’d be his girlfriend. calm down, martin. don’t get too excited.
well, he had to try his luck, right?
he picked up his phone, his thumb hovering hesitantly over the call button before pressing it. he held the phone to his ear, waiting for the ring on the other end to stop.
he thought you wouldn’t answer. then:
you wanted to sit closer to martin but you held back. you didn’t know how old that letter was. maybe it was too late and he’d lost those feelings now. but he wouldn’t have came if he did, right? he wouldn’t have called either.
you looked at him, his eyes fixed on his hands which seemed to be twitching. he wouldn’t stop playing with his hands. maybe he wanted to hold yours. stop, y/n. just talk first.
he looked so gorgeous, unreal. you could now call him every word imaginable without stopping yourself and it felt great. he looked at you but you didn’t look away. you kept staring. you wanted to stop but it felt like there was this force that was keeping your face in that position. the force of love.
“hi.” he said softly, your faces so close. you moved back, looking away as you felt your cheeks start to flush. you were powerless against this guy. there was nothing you could do now.
he cupped your chin gently, turning your face to him.
“look at me, y/n.” the way he said it, the way he looked in your eyes. you felt things you never had before. you’ve never felt so special. maybe you’re just easy. or maybe he’s just a really good flirt. guess he proved you wrong.
“um.” you mumbled nervously, looking down at his other hand. he let go of your face with a smile, his hand resting back on his lap.
“i missed you, y/n. a lot. like a loser. we kissed and you didn’t want me to like it. i couldn’t forget that. i know you didn’t either. i just don’t understand why.” he murmured, his tone sadder now. you could see it in his eyes. that guilt came washing back like a tide. fuck, y/n. why’d you have to be so stupid?
“did you mean everything you said in that letter?” you turned to him, hopeful. he nodded without hesitation, scratching the back of his neck. you couldn’t help but smile a little, looking back down at your hands.
“well, it felt wrong. i was supposed to be helping you, not loving you. i didn’t want to want you. i told myself not to a long time ago. but you’re so stupid that i’m in love with you. fuck you, martin.” you smiled wider, looking back at him. he was smiling like a fool, looking away when you caught him.
you giggled, wrapping your arms around his.
“uh, uh. you look at me now.” you teased, turning his face towards you. he scoffed, leaning back against the bench.
“nope, i love it. wait. i just realised something,” martin perked up, looking at you with widened eyes. “you just said you’re in love with me. say it again, please.” he pleaded, getting up to kneel down in front of you. you laughed now, shaking your head in disbelief.
“oh, martin edwards. i’m so in love with you,” you placed a hand on your chest, saying the words so dramatically. then you leaned forward, caressing his cheek. “now, i think you should kiss a girl in love. maybe she’ll want to remember it now?”
you both smiled, martin holding your face in his hands.
“you’ll make this boy in love’s dream come true.” he whispered, then pressed his lips against yours with that stupid grin of his. finally you had this moment. finally you could love him without it feeling wrong. it felt right. so right. and his lips felt so good against yours.
“oh my gosh, they’re so cute!” minami whisper-shouted, whimpering softly when kyujin slapped her arm. keonho snickered, as always, also whimpering when juhoon slapped his arm.
“finally, i thought they’d be running in circles forever.” james exhaled, leaning forward against the wall to get a better look. “it was bound to happen, honestly.” seonghyeon murmured, moving a bit to see.
“well, obviously. we had to snap y/n out of it.” zena breathed, looking up at the others. the six of them were all peeking at you guys. they saw everything. they always snoop whenever they can. and in this case, they had to.
“the last step of project y/n and martin will be in motion now.” seonghyeon muttered, looking at everyone with grins.
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