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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Martin // 에드워드 마틴 박

♫ Wrote some songs about Martin. Now I listen and laugh ♫

Pairing: singer!martinxfem!reader

Content: sfw, fluff, angst, established relationship, swearing, toxic reader

Note: not proofread!! martin ver!! I think this one is also really good!! I had a hard time thinking of which story is going to be the best for each member so I hope I gave this one jutsice! ᥫ᭡.

It wasn't easy adjusting to this new life in a different state. Your parents enrolled you at some fancy art school. It did help you and your love for music.

Years flew by, a few exes here and there and you were finally in your last year as a Senior. That's where you met Martin.

Martin was the top musician at your school. Girls are always after him and his fancy guitar, which he always slings over his back. 

But he was cute. With his thick, black glasses hanging on his nose and a few piercings that made him look less like a nerd.

You get the hype.

And being the sweet, corny girl you were that time, you wrote a poem for him. Although you crumpled it and threw it in the trash can later, finding it ugly.

But the next day, his band performed at the festival your school held. He stood in the middle, mic near him and his guitar. And when his mouth opened, your jaw dropped. 

It was the exact poem you had written about him. The one you threw in the trash can. Only this one had been turned into a refreshing love song. His eyes roamed the crowd until they stopped on you.

And he sang the entire song, only looking at you. This was the feeling again. The feeling where you don't hear or see anyone else. Just them.

After the performance, he had caught up to you. 

"Hey," He smiled. 

"Hey?" You answered innocently.

"Noticed the lyrics?" 

"You know what, I was kind of distracted, but yeah. Those were from my poem." You laugh.

"Yeah, sorry for plagiarizing. I was just trying to clean up when someone hit the trash can, then I saw the paper with my name." He laughs.

Embarrassment clung to your skin. "Yeah, sorry. I'll make sure to rip it next time, then." You said trying to remove the awkward feeling.

"Oh, no, it's completely fine. Besides, I needed a little inspiration. And I just wanted to ask if I can get your number?"

"What?" You shook your head.

"Your number." But he did not wait and grabbed your phone and entered his number instead. Everything felt like a fever dream.

"There.” He gave your phone back. “I'll call, so don't hang up on me." He winked before pulling his guitar back up on his shoulder, walking away so casually.

He did call. You didn't hang up. You called until it was 3 am. 

Thank God it was the weekend, or else you wouldn't have spent your precious time with him. He was the sweetest guy you knew.

Always updating you, always keeping you reassured that you're the only girl in his life, making sure you get back home safely, always eating your meals. 

Perfect. 

Until not.

You had your doubts in the middle of your 7-month relationship. He was not answering your calls often, not texting back, and suddenly made his texts short with "Sorry, I'm busy" or making promises like "I'll make it up to you, promise."

He failed you. And that left you heartbroken for the next 3 months. You hated it. 

You always slept late waiting for any sign of his calls and texts. But nothing. You showed up with eye bags every day. You hated him as much as you couldn't let him go.

You went over to his place unannounced. There, you saw him with his headphones on and a mic in hand. Bopping his head to whatever beat he was making. His smile was the same, easy, just like how he smiled at you the very first time you met each other.

You went up to him and snatched his headphones away. He snapped at you. “What the hell- oh, was sup babe?”

His face quickly calmed.

“‘Wassup’? You haven't been texting or fucking calling me, that's what's up.” You frustratedly mocked. 

“Well, I have stuff to do.” He excused, lips pursed.

You scoffed. “But I’m your girlfriend.” Tears brimming in your eyes.

“I know, but this is more important.” He shrugs pointing his hands at the computer.

Your heart sank deep. And your eyes burned in range. While you suffered, he was having the time of his life with his music. You cried every night while he just sang his way through. 

And he treated music more seriously. 

You were just in second.

It fucking hurt. Like someone threw salt at a fresh wound. 

You threw his headphones away, slapped him in the face, and told him you were done.

But now, a year has passed since that day, and you still have the very same paper with your poem. You forgot that you even have it. 

♫ I watch from the edges of your busy day,

Admiring the kindness in all that you say.

A light in the distance, so steady and true,

I find myself smiling while thinking of you ♫

It was sweet back then, but looking at it now made you burst into laughter at how corny you were. How naive you still were even after your first love.

You hold up the old paper with your right hand. And in your left hand, you flicked your thumb making the lighter ignite.

You placed it under the paper and watched as it burned the bittersweet memories of the two of you that you no longer want to reminisce about. 

Thank you, Next!

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Seonghyeon // 엄성현

♫ Thought I'd end up with Sean. But he wasn't a match... ♫

Pairing: predebut!seonghyeonxfem!reader, naive!reader(?)

Content: sfw, fluff, angst, established relationship, toxic reader, pre-debut seonghyeon, quick kiss scene

Note: first one in the series!! Hope you love it! Not proofread!

Sean, Sean, Sean. Oh, how your love was sweet. Puppy love, maybe.

Seonghyon was one of the oldest friends you have. Or had. You had met by accident. 

One summer, A soccer ball ended up on your head. A boy with brown hair peeked through the tall fence. You assumed he was standing on something since he struggled. 

"Sorry! I kinda lost my grip." He sheepishly scratched his head.

"It's okay." You brushed it off.

You ran over the other side of the yard to get the ball and handed it over to him.

"What's your name?" He asked, reaching for the ball.

"I don't owe you an answer," you replied.

In fourth grade, you were arrogant, not that you aren't now.

He just smiled. "How about I owe you something instead? Ice cream?" Now we're talking.

And every weekend, you two went outside and met each other at the park nearby for some ice cream. It became tradition.

He would always treat you.

Even if you were already in your first year in high school.

You had also noticed that you were rather fond of him. He was growing into you. But your friendship turned upside down one day. With one question.

"Hypothetical question, would you consider liking someone back if they confessed?" Seonghyeon asked, licking his ice cream.

Your heart skipped at the question.

"Weird question, Sean," you retort, avoiding.

"Would you?" He pushed. You thought for a while. Maybe you should play into his games for a bit.

"Yeah, I guess. Depends on who the person is." Your shoulders shrug.

"What if it were me?" There it was.

You cursed internally. Your thoughts were scrambling to find a reply.

"Sean, I—" But before you could say anything, he pressed his lips against yours. You panicked. This wasn't how you imagined it would be.

You pushed him back softly. You scanned his face, and then you realized how much his features had changed. His features are more defined, and his height is now taller. Maybe the thing that grew into you wasn't friendship; maybe you did like him.

And with confused feelings, you pulled him in for another kiss.

And that was the day you had your first boyfriend.

Your relationship with him was the best at the beginning. He always gave you flowers, love letters, and supported you.

But around your 4th month together, problems started. 

You had problems with him almost every day. Arguments ended with neither party remembering whose fault it was. Blaming was always present, and the two of you hid this relationship from everyone, or you did. 

Your parents were strict and always monitored your movements. And eventually, they found out. 

They asked you to pack your bags immediately. You were moving to a new state, a new school. It was fine for you. You were about to end things with him anyway. 

And without a word, you had left him, left your old house, the one that stood beside Seonghyeon's house. The one where you grew up. You turned your phone off, knowing he might text or even call. 

You thought he would be the one. But apparently, it was just naive love. Maybe you did love him, but it wasn't a match. 

You quickly got over him.

Thank you, Next!

Note: Martin nextt!! Meanwhile I got my self into the michael mania… I am in the rabbit hole guys.

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CORTISᝰ.ᐟ

ᯓ You dated all of them.

Pairing: martinxfem!reader, jamesxfem!reader, juhoonxfem!reader, seonghyeonxfem!reader, keonhoxfem!reader, naive!reader(?)

Content: sfw, fluff, angst, established relationship, swearing, toxic reader, pre-debut seonghyeon

Note: finally guys I have finished it yeyy!! I’m going to post them one by one!!! ᡣ𐭩

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Thank You, Next" 00:45 ━━━━●───── 03:27 ㅤ ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ♡ ♪ ♪ ♪

♫ Thank you, next (Thank you, next)

Thank you, next (Said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (Next)

I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex ♫

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Seonghyeon // 엄성현

♫ Thought I'd end up with Sean. But he wasn't a match... ♫

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Martin // 에드워드 마틴 박

♫ Wrote some songs about Martin. Now I listen and laugh ♫

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ James // 趙雨凡

♫ Even almost got married ♫

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Keonho // 안건호

♫ And for Keonho, I'm so thankful ♫

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Juhoon // 김주훈

♫ Wish I could say, "Thank you" to Juhoon. 'Cause he was an angel ♫

Note: so sorry for the SUPER late update guys 😞 I was growing my art account on tiktok! You can check it out on my carrd in my bio!

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Even after five years he found his way back into your arms.

Even after five years of choosing his passion over the two of you, you both eventually found yourselves back with each other.

And that’s a love worth keeping.

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was planning to make this into a longer imagine, what do u think??

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CORTISᝰ.ᐟ

ᯓ You accidentally walked into them during an asymmetry battle.

Pairing: predebut!martinxfem!reader, predebut!jamesxfem!reader, predebut!juhoonxfem!reader, predebut!seonghyeonxfem!reader, predebut!keonhoxfem!reader, juhoon, predebut!reader

Content: sfw, crack, swearing, 6th member reader,

Note: Not the fic I was thinking of uploading, but I was inspired by this clip and just imagined how funny it would have been if the 6th only girl member walked in bro 😭 pls note that I AM NOT SEXUALIZING THEM IN ANY WAY!! THIS IS MEANT TO BE SFW AND JUST PURE CRACK!! anyways I do hope you enjoy this one ᡣ𐭩

You were in the middle of practicing your new choreography for your new song, “REDRED”

It was James’s verse playing in the background. While the five of you were looking at the mirror, watching how the dance looked.

It felt off. It was leaning to one side.

Your place was at the edge of this position and at the other end was Martin standing tall.

The music stops abruptly, and your hands rest at your waist, thinking about what made the position uneven and a bit awkward.

“Let’s try again.” You looked at them through the mirror. “Without music, though.”

James nods, and the five immediately go back to their proper positions.

“3, 2, 1, and,” You counted down.

James sang his line while you focused on how the dance looked.

You step back, arms moving along the counting, and go to where you were supposed to end up.

“Oops, sorry,” Seonghyeon says, almost tripping.

“You stay there,” Keonho scolds jokingly, and they both look at each other for a while before letting out a synced laugh.

“Actually….” You started.

“That was great,” James continued. The other member nodded, agreeing to our statement.

“This is the spot we set.” Seonghyeon walks forward.

“Yeah, that’s right.” James nods. And once he went out of his place, so did the others.

You walked forward beside James.

“We’re kind of leaning to one side." You concluded, making the others nod.

"That's because Martin's tall." Keonho looked at you.

"Or...(Y/N)'s short," Juhoon said. You snapped your head towards him, jokingly offended, making the others laugh.

"It's true. Our heights contrast with each other." Martin agreed.

"No, it's more like…" James starts. "No, we kind of look like this." He leaned to one side and lifted one side of his body. You tried your best to hold back your laughter.

It was quiet for a while. Everyone was thinking of how to make the formation look balanced. Until Keonho started talking.

"Your body's asymmetrical, isn't it?" His fingers pointed at Seonghyeon.

"Yeah," Seonghyeon said.

"Knew it." He laughed.

Seonghyeon tried to avenge "It can't be helped."

Then Martin suddenly let out a laugh. "Hey guys, do you remember that time?"

The twins looked at him along with you, with curiosity. You hoped he wouldn't say anything stupid.

"When we took all our shirts off and did that asymmetry battle."

He said something stupid anyway. And you could feel yourself start to get red from the memory, and just thank the heavens they aren't mentioning that something else had happened.

"He's worse." Seonghyeon points at Seonghyeon.

"We stood like this." Martin faced the mirror, straightened his posture, and puffed his chest out. "We were like, 'Why are my shoulders like this?'"

He slanted his body just like James earlier. "And Juhoon was like—" Seonghyeon slumped his back, copying how Juhoon stood before.

"We had an asymmetry battle before debut," Martin explained to your choreographer.

"Oh yeah, then we started to correct each other like…" They continued to talk about how their battle went and who had the worst and best form.

You quietly laughed at the side. Until Juhoon's eyes met yours through the mirror.

Oh no...

"Oh, and," Juhoon interrupted them mid-debate. His hands hesitantly started pointing at you.

Please don't bring it up. Please don't bring it up.

"(Y/N) accidentally walked in on us…"

Keonho and Martin burst out laughing. "How could we forget about that?" They laughed diabolically, making you roll your eyes.

"How was I supposed to know you were in the middle of some dumb competition?" You threw your hands up as your face scrunched.

Even the choreographer was giggling along while you recalled your side of the story.

Two weeks before debut.

It was an amazing day. 

Your manager had called only you to come to the recording studio today so you could record your first solo release. While the others were in the practice room.

At first, you grunted and complained about how it felt like you were getting twice the amount of work and pressure just because you were the only girl in the group.

While they were enjoying their time dancing, resting, playing games, or doing God knows what in the practice room, you were working your ass off singing into the mic.

It didn't go so badly, though. This was your dream, and you made it. Now you had to work for it. Your voice went more smoothly than you would have hoped. 

And your producer complimented you many times. Jokingly saying how you were much easier to work with and how you would always make them have an early leave.

The joyful feeling stuck with you the whole time.

Even after recording, you enjoyed walking back to the dorm.

Your eyes drifted to a nearby Pizza store. And your stomach grumbles. You definitely deserve a treat, and you were feeling nice today.

So you stepped into the shop, bought pizza—pineapple and pepperoni, so they won’t have to go through a debate again—and paid.

The crispy scent ran to your nose, and you couldn't wait to get back to the practice. So they could appreciate your efforts in making sure they aren’t starving. 

Once the building came into view, you typed in the password and pulled the door open. 

“I’m here!” You announced in the hallways. You were just getting used to the building and didn't really know which practice room they were in. But you did know that the door you entered was solely for CORTIS.

“Hello?” You shout.

But there was no answer.

Weird…

Come to think of it. It was rather quieter than usual.

“Uh, guys?” You asked, stepping into the room, placing the pizza boxes down on the marble table near the water dispenser.

Your ears picked up murmuring behind you. It was coming from one of the practice rooms, all the way from the other side of the room.

What the hell?

“Hell nah! I mean, look at my shoulder!” Keonho’s muffled voice went through the walls.

Again. What the hell?

You shook your head, thinking they were doing something stupid that ‘you wouldn't understand because you were a girl’ type of thing.

You knock audibly before pushing the door open.

Your eyes widened before you shut them tight and turned around.

Inside, the 4 of them were all shirtless, standing in a straight horizontal line, staring into the huge mirror. While James went around, as if assessing them.

The fuck is happening?

“What the fuck?!” You screamed in horror.

You couldn’t see, but you knew their heads were whipped towards you now. 

“What the hell, (Y/N)?!” James screamed.

“How the fuck was I supposed to know?!” You argued quickly. 

“Knocking exists, you know?” Martin replied.

“I did!” You defended.

They were practically frantic behind you. Hurrying to find their shirts around the room, because they got too cocky and threw them elsewhere.

Teenagers, man…

“I swear, someone please dig my eyes out.” You sighed. 

Neither of them replied. 

“Okay, we’re looking proper now,” Seonghyeon says.

God. You still didn't want to turn around. But you still did, with eyes closed.

“What the hell were you even doing?!”

“Firstly, we aren't naked anymore, open your damn eyes, (Y/N)” Keonho spoke. 

As much as you can't trust him, you opened your eyes. To thankfully see them wearing shirts.

“Second, we were…in the middle of…correcting our…postures.” He smiles.

You gave them a ‘wtf’ face. 

“Shirtless?” Your face scrunched.

“Uh, yeah? That's how you can properly see the posture?” Juhoon shrugs.

Oh boy. You are not going to have this conversation.

“You know what? I don’t even want to know.” You raise your hands.

You turned back around and went back to where you left the pizzas.

“Pizza!!!!!” Kenho exclaimed, running towards the table.

You pulled out a chair and sat down. 

“Yeah, I was feeling a bit nice today.” You smile.

The four of them quickly filled behind, circling the table.

Your hands fiddled with opening the box, once it was open hands dived right into them. 

Surprisingly, only you and Martin went for the pineapple pizza. He was lucky you loved that flavor, or else there weren't going to be any presents.

For a while, all you could hear was the sound of mouth stuff with pizza, chewing, and munching them down. And as much as you tried to avoid the debate on pizza, they went at it again. Ragebaiting one another. 

For a while, you realized how lucky you were to be with these five. Even though sometimes, weird things happen, like earlier.

But you always cast your differences aside and learned to accept them. And they did too.

“So, (Y/N),” Martin started, halfway through his pizza. “Who do you think had the best—”

“You know, I think I’m kind of starting to hate pineapple pizza now.” You nodded, smiling at him.

His smile dropped. “What?!” He looked at your hands, which had a pineapple pizza on them.

“That might make you shut up.” You joked. The four laughed along. 

They started telling jokes about how their bodies were pretty much similar to each other. ‘Martin’s just being taller,’ Keonho said.

Now this is what completes your day, ignoring the posture competition from earlier. 

Everything is going as you had hoped for it to be. Fun, youthful, easy-going. 

You smiled to yourself.

“So (Y/N),” Keonho called. “I had the worst posture, right?”

He just had to ruin the moment.

Note: I have news for y'all... I am officially a SHOTTY!!! I love lngshot so much like it isn't a joke anymore. I was also thinking of also making fics of them using this account or opening an entirely new one 🤔 also about the fic with all 5 members (it's not this one) I PROMISE to try and finish it, man.

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ James // 趙雨凡

ᯓ Do you ruin the frienship?

Pairing: jamesxfem!reader, bff!jamesxbff!reader

Content: sfw, childhood best friend, slowburn(?), pining and yearning reader, numb james, coward reader

Note: I know I said that the next one would be for all of them but... it's still cooking. Meanwhile, read this one that I multi-tasked along with the other fic. Was inspired heavily by Taylor's "Ruin the Friendship" and Ben&Ben's "Lifetime" btw. Like I always find myself about to cry at the My Advice and reimagined version even though I haven't really experience those type of rs yet... Anyways hope you love this one ᡣ𐭩 Enjoy luvs!!

For years, you fantasized about your closest childhood best friend—James.

You always imagined him as your boyfriend, thinking about how well he would treat you and how he would always take you out on dates, how his hands would always be on your waist when you two were in a large crowd. How he would always be your one call away, and how you would be the only exception.

Of course, it was only your fantasy.

Because you couldn't risk your 17 years of friendship over some unsaid feeling that you have kept to yourself, that would be too selfish of you.

Wouldn't it?

So, you had always kept a clear, straight line with him, knowing you could lose control.

But now that you were both 20, something had been itching you, something had been slowly erasing that invisible line.

James touch lingers on you longer than you expected. When he looks at you, it looks like he never wants to look away. His smile was always genuine, his actions speaking louder than his words ever could.

Even though he jokes about how he hates spending time with you, he would always be there once you ask him to come over.

Your stomach twists at the bittersweet signals he gave you.

Why couldn't he just admit he likes you? That would make everything a whole lot easier.

Your hopes were rocketing up. You needed a second opinion. Now.

Girl wtf do I actually do 🙃

You text your best friend.

Lemme guess...James?

You can hear a long sigh from her through the message.

…yeah

You also sigh.

Okay, so, here’s something. YOU TRY AND CONFESS FIRST??

You groaned at her message.

I told you. NO. I’m not risking anything.

Well, if u ain't gonna risk anything. I’m sure it's like that for him too?? THINK ABT IT OK????

You sensed her eagerness through the screen. Before sending a sigh emoji at her.

This sucks. Maybe she was right, maybe you should confess.

You at least tried typing down your feelings in your notes app. For what? 30 plus times already?

You wrote everything.

Everything.

Every detail on how he made you crazy just by the sound of his voice. How he kept you up late at night on something that shouldn't have been a big deal.

How you yearned for him from the moment you realized he was the only person who understood you.

You felt stupid for typing this down, thinking you won't even send it

After cramping your hands with a now barely legible writing a notification went off from your phone.

Your favorite notification.

I’m coming by!! No buts, pick a movie for us already BYEEEEEE 💕

You smiled but sighed.

His timing was always wrong.

Still, you locked your phone and went down to the couch to pick a movie. Probably a movie that gave him hints. A movie where two best friends fall in love with each other.

You grabbed your favorite chips. Which was also his favorite.

And the doorbell rang. You nervously went up to the door before pulling it open. His hair was messy and he had his cute nerdy glasses that you loved.

He looked very handsome. Ever since he hit puberty, it was game over for your heart.

You were lucky to see his face every day. But not lucky enough for him to have feelings for you.

“Hey, come in!” You greeted before turning back to walk away.

“I’ve missed you!” He lunged a hug behind you.

Oh shit.

This was exactly what you didn't like. I mean, you loved his hugs, but you wish he hugged you as something more. Not as a friend.

You chuckled before pushing his arms back.

“Yeah, me too.” You tried not to make it awkward.

“Are you okay?”

You failed.

“Yeah! I’m alright.” You recovered.

“Really?” He raises a brow.

“Really,” You laughed before walking towards the living room.

“Okay… but where’s my ‘I’ve missed you too, my weirdo’?” He asked.

Your heart sprinted. You turned to look at him; he was still waiting for a response.

“I’ve missed you too, weirdo.” You joked. You purposely left the ‘my’ out. Didn’t want your feelings to evolve more.

James smiled at your response. He felt something was off but just brushed the feeling off because he knew you’d eventually tell him.

Both of you plopped down on the couch, pulled the blanket over, and you clicked the remote to start the movie.

Nothing happened for a while but then you felt a hand over your shoulders. You didn't flinch at his casual touch, you were used to it.

But you always smiled to yourself, seeing how comfortable he is with you.

“Just say you like each other already!” James complained about the show. His one hand thrown in the air.

The movie you two were watching was, “Love, Rosie.” You have watched this show multiple times already. And you relate to the story a lot. The only difference was…yours was one-sided.

“Hey, what's up with you?” He turned his head.

You didn't even realize how quiet you have been.

“What do you mean?” You acted.

He sighed. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong.” He paused the movie and turned towards you.

“I need to tell you something.” Your body tensed.

“Yeah, okay, go, shoot,” James said, looking more concerned now.

“There’s been something I have been feeling.” “Okay…” He nods, still unfazed.

“I…like you,” You said, almost too quickly.

James blinked. Twice. Thrice. “W-what?”

“I’m sorry! I know you don't like me and that's fine—”

You tried to explain yourselves but before you could, James pulled you in and kissed you to shut up.

Your eyes widened.

James pulled back. “You could have said it sooner. God, I like you too, stupid.” He grinned.

And for a while, everything felt like your dream came true.

Then, everything froze.

Because this wasn't real. No. You were merely looking back at how you wish things had happened. How you wish you had said the words “I like you.” to James.

But you didn't.

Because you were scared. A coward. Thinking he would do the first move.

And now, all you do is look at his Instagram posts and stories with his new girlfriend.

It made you rethink everything.

Your heart twisted in a pain much more terrible than being stabbed all over and over again.

Because maybe, just maybe, if you weren't scared enough to risk the 17 damned years of friendship, you could have been in her place.

Smiling from ear to ear as he kisses you on the cheek. Always present in his posts and stories as a ‘watermark’. Going on fun and cute dates with. Hanging out with his now cooler friends.

He barely had time for you now. He had better priorities, you guessed.

But before her, there was you.

But was there even a you if you guys weren't a thing? How do you grieve for a love that did not even exist?

Maybe you should have ruined the friendship.

Because all you do now is sit and ponder how things would be different, rather than having the best time with him right now.

All because you were scared.

It was probably too late now...right?

Note: I think this one's a bit short... Anywho, I have NOT experienced this btw...and I don't intend to experience this. But for those who are having doubts, listen to Taylor guys, and ruin the friendship, better that than regret it for all time ᢉ𐭩 I also really love James, idk why some coers treat him differently :/ He's just as funny, cute, handsome, and lovable as the others.

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Martin // 에드워드 마틴 박

ᯓ You notice him during an award show. (Part 2)

Pairing: idol!martin x idol!reader, fem!reader

Content: swearing, just debuted reader, leader reader, slight angst, same age as Martin reader.

Note: Sorry it took so long guys. Meanwhile, I am writing a new fic that contains all the members, Idek if its a fic… Just stay tuned! Enjoy luvs!! ᡣ𐭩

You and Martin were friends now. Just friends, you guess. Maybe just an acquaintance? At least he acted that way. 

The first time you two tried calling each other, Keonho sat near him, listening to everything, and Martin tried to push him away. He failed. And Keonho sat there teasing him about being all lovey-dovey on you.

But Martin quickly rejected that idea. Ouch.

Another was when you two were already comfortable calling each other, and now you do so frequently. It was dinner, and his phone was placed up against a water bottle while he went to the kitchen to grab some utensils for all of them. The four of them quickly appeared on camera with huge smiles.

"Heyyyy!!!" James waves at you. "Hi, James." You smile back.

"So any TMI about Martin today?" Keonho asked. "I have one, Martin couldn't shut up about your performance last week." Seonghyeon chirped in.

You tried your best to stop the redness from showing on your cheeks.

"Oh, really? Tell me more." You recovered.

"Oh, and he mentioned something about if you asked him whether he wanted to be more, he would-" 

"Okay!" Martin's voice boomed from the background, sounding panicky.

"Here are your utensils." He handed them quickly before shooing them from his spot with his hand. 

"Now, please do not disturb my friend, eat, and chew. No more talking." He said with a distressed smile.

"Friend, huh?" Juhoon's voice from the side came. Making your head even more confused now.

He had been giving you mixed signals all the time.

Sometimes, your eyes would meet through the oceans of crowds, and exchange knowing looks, sometimes even film TikTok videos for promotionary purpose, even talk knowing the camera is pointing right at you. Call, text, but other than that, nothing more.

Was this all you two had? You were sure there was something more. Maybe it was the media that swept your feet away.

It was the night of the Seoul Music Awards. 

The venue was freezing, but the atmosphere was electric. Your group had just finished a high-energy performance, and you were heading back to the dressing rooms through a labyrinth of concrete hallways.

Suddenly, a hand gently caught your wrist and pulled you into a small, dimly lit equipment alcove. You were about to scream when you smelled a familiar scent—expensive sandalwood and cool rain.

"It's just me," Martin whispered. He was still in his stage outfit—a black blazer that made him look like a literal prince. 

In the narrow space, he was even taller than you remembered. 

"Martin? Are you crazy? There are staff everywhere!" you hissed, though your heart was doing backflips.

"The staff are all watching the main stage for the Daesang announcement," he said, his voice low and vibrating. He looked down at you, his eyes scanning your face with an intensity that made your breath hitch. 

"I couldn't wait until the after-party to tell you. You were incredible on stage tonight. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

Well, shit. 

"Martin-" "(Y/N)! Where is that girl?" You heard the shout of your fellow members who had finally realized you were gone.

"I have to go." You squeezed his arms before finally entering the light again. 

See? Mixed signals. Treats you like something more, but says something like you're nothing more.

"What the fuck is that?" Your eyes widened in horror at the 10-minute video uploaded by a fan on YouTube. 

Martin of CORTIS and a newly debuted idol caught backstage?!

"The company isn't taking it well..." Your manager spoke. You cursed at yourself. H

How could you let this happen?

Anxiety settled in you. You immediately blocked Martin's number and any contact related to Cortis.

You replayed the video on the screen. His hands are clearly hovering at your waist.

Thankfully, whoever recorded this video had some really shitty quality. Meaning your face was slightly blurred. But you were more concerned for Martin. His career was also in danger.

"Okay, that's enough of that." Your manager closed the laptop shut in front of you and took it away. Leaving you with your rambled thoughts.

Months flew by, and you had found enough ways to distract yourself from the issue. The media also tuned down a little bit, knowing there hasn't been any news on the two of you, yet. 

You made sure to really avoid them, and your manager made sure that your schedules did not interwine with Cortis's at all. But even that made videos of theories.

The theory that they purposely made you avoid him, but you always try to find him in every room you enter. They weren't half wrong...

Another award ceremony came. Everything was going well. You were in a beautifully tailored dress that made your overall vibe stand out even more.

Your makeup artist also did amazingly, getting your shade correct. It was going marvelously so far.

Until you had entered the venue and saw your table. It was right beside Cortis.

It's fine! You just had to avoid. Yes. Exactly. Like what you have been doing these past few months.

You took a big, deep breath before passing by the other idols, making sure not to forget to greet them. But as you neared Cortis's, you had suddenly become more self-conscious.

How was your hair? Does your breath smell? Do you look okay? Why is this dress suddenly making you so uncomfortable? Was your makeup off?

Your thoughts worsen, and you can't just shake it off. Your hands gripped the fabric of your dress. A few steps away, and you were going to sit beside them. And you just had to be first in line, 'cause you were the leader.

You didn't want to see Martin. Not after ignoring him for weeks. Besides, you were just friends... it was fine to not see and talk to your friends for months, right? Okay, you really wanted to see him.

Unknowingly, you were a table away now. Your eyes glanced at their table. Martin was busy waving towards the crowd, but James saw you.

Shit. Your eyes moved elsewhere, and you glanced backwards, trying to make it look like you were busy in a conversation. 

Then you turn your head back. You knew James would say something to them, so you promised yourself not to look. Even though it was tempting. You walked until you could feel their presence right beside you.

Don't look.

Don't look.

Your eyes faltered, and you looked.

And he was staring back at you.

"Fuck my life," you thought. Guilt struck you hard, seeing his eyes weren't in their normal, joyous state.

Distracted, your foot got stuck on some wires, and as you tried to take another step, you stepped on your dress, making you stumble. As you lost your balance, your arms reached out, ready to catch yourself from reaching the floor.

But nothing. Instead, you felt a pair of arms on your side, steadying you. Avoiding your face-plant. 

"Are you okay?" You thought it was Martin who asked. The crowd and music made it hard for you to hear anything.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Martin. Thank—" Your eyes open as you hesitate to look up. It wasn't Martin. It was another idol instead. You didn't recognize who.

But beside you, Martin was there. 

His hands had subconsciously reached out as if to steady you when you tripped slightly on your gown. He didn't touch you, but the way his hand hovered near your waist and the look of pure, unguarded concern on his face was caught in 4K.

You were sure you weren't sleeping at all tonight.

#MarY/N  #MartinProtective #The_Ship_is_Back!

Your member barged into your room, showing you a TikTok with 5 million views.

"‘Look at his eyes, he’s literally whipped,’" she read the caption aloud, howling with laughter. "Y/N, the fans aren't just speculating anymore. They’re writing fanfics!"

That was it. You needed to talk to him.

That night, you met him at the quiet cafe. He was wearing a bucket hat and a mask, but you’d know that silhouette anywhere.

"Hey," you greeted as you sat across from him, sliding a latte toward him.

Martin pulled down his mask, revealing a tired smile. "I think I deserve an explanation rather than a 'Hey.'"

You nodded slowly at him, pursing your lips.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen." You shook your head. 

"The part where you ignore me or the part where the fans start making ship names?" He smiled, not looking. But your heart ached.

"Both. The fans are getting crazier every time we have an interaction. So I had to stay away. But staying away from you was the hardest thing, Martin. Especially because you're my only friend outside my company."

You panic when you hear a scoff from him.

"I promise. I was guilty the whole time, Martin. I never wanted to avoid you. My company, my group, and your group were all at risk. And the more guilt that settled in, the more I couldn't face you. I'm sorry, Martin, I couldn't--"

"Friend?" He tilts his head. You froze in confusion.

"Yeah, friend. Are we not friends?" You also tilt your head.

"I don't know. Do friends look at each other the way we do? Do they call or text each other, begging for an answer on why the other has been ignoring them? Do they notice each other at every award show ot the point they're the only ones they see the whole night? Because I don't think so."

Your tongue is tied. And your mind blanked at his state.

"They kind of do..?" 

"Come on, (Y/N). Do you like me?" He asked.

"Now, hang on-" "Yes or no." He cuts you off.

"Yes." You say. A little bit too quick.

He nodded. And for a while, silence filled the void.

"You know my company called me in this morning. They asked if something was going on."

Your heart dropped. "And? What did you say?"

Martin reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His grip was firm and grounded. "I told them I found someone who makes this chaotic idol life actually make sense. I told them I wasn't going to stop seeing you."

You stared at him, stunned by his boldness. "Martin, we just debuted. This could be..."

"I know the risks," he interrupted, his gaze unwavering. 

"But the fans. The would-" "Then let them." He said softly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered on your cheek. "I’m tired of not talking to you, just because of the people who barely know us."

"Aren't you afraid?"

He pauses at your sudden question. Before taking a breath.

"I am. But every time I look at you, and how I feel every time we get the chance to talk.. I realized I’d rather deal with a scandal than never get to know you."

As if you could fall for him more. But he made it possible for you to love him even more.

"So, I, Martin from Cortis, humbly offer a one-day date with him." He laughs. "No cameras, no crowd, just the two of us, far from everyone."

"Well, are you going to give me another album?" A smile forms on your lips. Referencing the joke Seonghyeon said before.

“I’ll give you all the albums you want. Just go on a date with me.” His eyes glistened.

And with your answer, his world lit up.

“Okay, Martin. I, (Y/N), shall blithely accept your offer and go on a one-day date with you—in secret.” You added. 

“In secret.” He nods, smiling.

And that was the start of something you never thought you would need in this idol life. You entered this world thinking it’s a series of practiced steps—a cycle of singing, dancing, and performing for a crowd. 

But the real performance happened off-stage, in the moments where you chose to simply live. 

You stopped waiting for the stars to align because you realized there isn't a perfect time for everything. Life isn't a rehearsal. 

There is only the risk, the rush, and the now.

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The next one will be for all of them. Luv y'all!!

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Martin // 에드워드 마틴 박

ᯓ You notice him during an award show. (Part 2)

Pairing: idol!martin x idol!reader, fem!reader

Content: swearing, just debuted reader, leader reader, slight angst, same age as Martin reader.

Note: Sorry it took so long guys. Meanwhile, I am writing a new fic that contains all the members, Idek if its a fic… Just stay tuned! Enjoy luvs!! ᡣ𐭩

You and Martin were friends now. Just friends, you guess. Maybe just an acquaintance? At least he acted that way. 

The first time you two tried calling each other, Keonho sat near him, listening to everything, and Martin tried to push him away. He failed. And Keonho sat there teasing him about being all lovey-dovey on you.

But Martin quickly rejected that idea. Ouch.

Another was when you two were already comfortable calling each other, and now you do so frequently. It was dinner, and his phone was placed up against a water bottle while he went to the kitchen to grab some utensils for all of them. The four of them quickly appeared on camera with huge smiles.

"Heyyyy!!!" James waves at you. "Hi, James." You smile back.

"So any TMI about Martin today?" Keonho asked. "I have one, Martin couldn't shut up about your performance last week." Seonghyeon chirped in.

You tried your best to stop the redness from showing on your cheeks.

"Oh, really? Tell me more." You recovered.

"Oh, and he mentioned something about if you asked him whether he wanted to be more, he would-" 

"Okay!" Martin's voice boomed from the background, sounding panicky.

"Here are your utensils." He handed them quickly before shooing them from his spot with his hand. 

"Now, please do not disturb my friend, eat, and chew. No more talking." He said with a distressed smile.

"Friend, huh?" Juhoon's voice from the side came. Making your head even more confused now.

He had been giving you mixed signals all the time.

Sometimes, your eyes would meet through the oceans of crowds, and exchange knowing looks, sometimes even film TikTok videos for promotionary purpose, even talk knowing the camera is pointing right at you. Call, text, but other than that, nothing more.

Was this all you two had? You were sure there was something more. Maybe it was the media that swept your feet away.

It was the night of the Seoul Music Awards. 

The venue was freezing, but the atmosphere was electric. Your group had just finished a high-energy performance, and you were heading back to the dressing rooms through a labyrinth of concrete hallways.

Suddenly, a hand gently caught your wrist and pulled you into a small, dimly lit equipment alcove. You were about to scream when you smelled a familiar scent—expensive sandalwood and cool rain.

"It's just me," Martin whispered. He was still in his stage outfit—a black blazer that made him look like a literal prince. 

In the narrow space, he was even taller than you remembered. 

"Martin? Are you crazy? There are staff everywhere!" you hissed, though your heart was doing backflips.

"The staff are all watching the main stage for the Daesang announcement," he said, his voice low and vibrating. He looked down at you, his eyes scanning your face with an intensity that made your breath hitch. 

"I couldn't wait until the after-party to tell you. You were incredible on stage tonight. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

Well, shit. 

"Martin-" "(Y/N)! Where is that girl?" You heard the shout of your fellow members who had finally realized you were gone.

"I have to go." You squeezed his arms before finally entering the light again. 

See? Mixed signals. Treats you like something more, but says something like you're nothing more.

"What the fuck is that?" Your eyes widened in horror at the 10-minute video uploaded by a fan on YouTube. 

Martin of CORTIS and a newly debuted idol caught backstage?!

"The company isn't taking it well..." Your manager spoke. You cursed at yourself. H

How could you let this happen?

Anxiety settled in you. You immediately blocked Martin's number and any contact related to Cortis.

You replayed the video on the screen. His hands are clearly hovering at your waist.

Thankfully, whoever recorded this video had some really shitty quality. Meaning your face was slightly blurred. But you were more concerned for Martin. His career was also in danger.

"Okay, that's enough of that." Your manager closed the laptop shut in front of you and took it away. Leaving you with your rambled thoughts.

Months flew by, and you had found enough ways to distract yourself from the issue. The media also tuned down a little bit, knowing there hasn't been any news on the two of you, yet. 

You made sure to really avoid them, and your manager made sure that your schedules did not interwine with Cortis's at all. But even that made videos of theories.

The theory that they purposely made you avoid him, but you always try to find him in every room you enter. They weren't half wrong...

Another award ceremony came. Everything was going well. You were in a beautifully tailored dress that made your overall vibe stand out even more.

Your makeup artist also did amazingly, getting your shade correct. It was going marvelously so far.

Until you had entered the venue and saw your table. It was right beside Cortis.

It's fine! You just had to avoid. Yes. Exactly. Like what you have been doing these past few months.

You took a big, deep breath before passing by the other idols, making sure not to forget to greet them. But as you neared Cortis's, you had suddenly become more self-conscious.

How was your hair? Does your breath smell? Do you look okay? Why is this dress suddenly making you so uncomfortable? Was your makeup off?

Your thoughts worsen, and you can't just shake it off. Your hands gripped the fabric of your dress. A few steps away, and you were going to sit beside them. And you just had to be first in line, 'cause you were the leader.

You didn't want to see Martin. Not after ignoring him for weeks. Besides, you were just friends... it was fine to not see and talk to your friends for months, right? Okay, you really wanted to see him.

Unknowingly, you were a table away now. Your eyes glanced at their table. Martin was busy waving towards the crowd, but James saw you.

Shit. Your eyes moved elsewhere, and you glanced backwards, trying to make it look like you were busy in a conversation. 

Then you turn your head back. You knew James would say something to them, so you promised yourself not to look. Even though it was tempting. You walked until you could feel their presence right beside you.

Don't look.

Don't look.

Your eyes faltered, and you looked.

And he was staring back at you.

"Fuck my life," you thought. Guilt struck you hard, seeing his eyes weren't in their normal, joyous state.

Distracted, your foot got stuck on some wires, and as you tried to take another step, you stepped on your dress, making you stumble. As you lost your balance, your arms reached out, ready to catch yourself from reaching the floor.

But nothing. Instead, you felt a pair of arms on your side, steadying you. Avoiding your face-plant. 

"Are you okay?" You thought it was Martin who asked. The crowd and music made it hard for you to hear anything.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Martin. Thank—" Your eyes open as you hesitate to look up. It wasn't Martin. It was another idol instead. You didn't recognize who.

But beside you, Martin was there. 

His hands had subconsciously reached out as if to steady you when you tripped slightly on your gown. He didn't touch you, but the way his hand hovered near your waist and the look of pure, unguarded concern on his face was caught in 4K.

You were sure you weren't sleeping at all tonight.

#MarY/N  #MartinProtective #The_Ship_is_Back!

Your member barged into your room, showing you a TikTok with 5 million views.

"‘Look at his eyes, he’s literally whipped,’" she read the caption aloud, howling with laughter. "Y/N, the fans aren't just speculating anymore. They’re writing fanfics!"

That was it. You needed to talk to him.

That night, you met him at the quiet cafe. He was wearing a bucket hat and a mask, but you’d know that silhouette anywhere.

"Hey," you greeted as you sat across from him, sliding a latte toward him.

Martin pulled down his mask, revealing a tired smile. "I think I deserve an explanation rather than a 'Hey.'"

You nodded slowly at him, pursing your lips.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen." You shook your head. 

"The part where you ignore me or the part where the fans start making ship names?" He smiled, not looking. But your heart ached.

"Both. The fans are getting crazier every time we have an interaction. So I had to stay away. But staying away from you was the hardest thing, Martin. Especially because you're my only friend outside my company."

You panic when you hear a scoff from him.

"I promise. I was guilty the whole time, Martin. I never wanted to avoid you. My company, my group, and your group were all at risk. And the more guilt that settled in, the more I couldn't face you. I'm sorry, Martin, I couldn't--"

"Friend?" He tilts his head. You froze in confusion.

"Yeah, friend. Are we not friends?" You also tilt your head.

"I don't know. Do friends look at each other the way we do? Do they call or text each other, begging for an answer on why the other has been ignoring them? Do they notice each other at every award show ot the point they're the only ones they see the whole night? Because I don't think so."

Your tongue is tied. And your mind blanked at his state.

"They kind of do..?" 

"Come on, (Y/N). Do you like me?" He asked.

"Now, hang on-" "Yes or no." He cuts you off.

"Yes." You say. A little bit too quick.

He nodded. And for a while, silence filled the void.

"You know my company called me in this morning. They asked if something was going on."

Your heart dropped. "And? What did you say?"

Martin reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His grip was firm and grounded. "I told them I found someone who makes this chaotic idol life actually make sense. I told them I wasn't going to stop seeing you."

You stared at him, stunned by his boldness. "Martin, we just debuted. This could be..."

"I know the risks," he interrupted, his gaze unwavering. 

"But the fans. The would-" "Then let them." He said softly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered on your cheek. "I’m tired of not talking to you, just because of the people who barely know us."

"Aren't you afraid?"

He pauses at your sudden question. Before taking a breath.

"I am. But every time I look at you, and how I feel every time we get the chance to talk.. I realized I’d rather deal with a scandal than never get to know you."

As if you could fall for him more. But he made it possible for you to love him even more.

"So, I, Martin from Cortis, humbly offer a one-day date with him." He laughs. "No cameras, no crowd, just the two of us, far from everyone."

"Well, are you going to give me another album?" A smile forms on your lips. Referencing the joke Seonghyeon said before.

“I’ll give you all the albums you want. Just go on a date with me.” His eyes glistened.

And with your answer, his world lit up.

“Okay, Martin. I, (Y/N), shall blithely accept your offer and go on a one-day date with you—in secret.” You added. 

“In secret.” He nods, smiling.

And that was the start of something you never thought you would need in this idol life. You entered this world thinking it’s a series of practiced steps—a cycle of singing, dancing, and performing for a crowd. 

But the real performance happened off-stage, in the moments where you chose to simply live. 

You stopped waiting for the stars to align because you realized there isn't a perfect time for everything. Life isn't a rehearsal. 

There is only the risk, the rush, and the now.

Note: Guys, was that ok..? I think my next upload will be very very good, just wait for a while yall... STREAM REDRED!!!!!!

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Martin // 에드워드 마틴 박

ᯓ You notice him during an award show.

Pairing: idol!martin x idol!reader, fem!reader

Content: swearing, shy martin, just debuted reader, leader reader, Lesserafim’s Yunjin, Enhypen’s Sunghoon

Note: Yes, it is 3:30 am right now. No, I am not sleepy yet. Yes, I am working on another fic (martin/james/juhoon) while also editing cortis and enha… Enjoy luvs!! ᡣ𐭩

Your lifelong dream of becoming an idol had finally come true.

You debuted on stage with all 6 of your members, you sang and danced your heart out on stage, you would sign autographs, you do weverse lives, you do everything you see idols do. And the best part was that your debut song topped the billboards.

You couldn’t wish for a better life right now. Dopamine surged through your veins every day with excitement, because no matter how tired you were everything was worth it now.

You do admit that there were difficult times. Strict diets and chaotic schedules were sometimes overwhelming for you. You fought through them though.

There was something else you had to admit.

Idol visuals absolutely insane.

Anywhere you whipped your head at you were always greeted by a stunning face.

One time you bumped into Sunghoon from Enhypen, making you almost faint right in front of him from embarrassment. You apologized immediately, but melted even more when he said that ‘it’s okay, it was my fault.’ Even though it wasn’t.

Another time was when you accidentally smacked Lesserafim’s Yunjin’s butt by mistake. In a panic, you kneeled on the floor and apologized continuously.

It was an accident, you swore. You were just stretching your arms and didn’t notice she was right behind you. While you were on the brink of crashing out, Yunjin just laughed it off and helped you stand up. She mentioned that she was glad it was you and not some random creep. You tried to laugh back awkwardly.

You hated how those things happened, yet you were thankful it gave you a way to connect with some idols. Even if there were better ways.

Just like today. You were performing your debut song at the MAMA awards.

It was nerve-wracking. Your group had been nominated for the Rookie Artist of the Year award. And thankfully, today was a good throat day for you and you performed perfectly on stage.

After that, your legs still shook with each step you took. Worried about what other opinions idols have on you and your group.

You made sure to present as respectful an image as possible, greeting your seniors with a 90-degree bow and a smile.

“Are you okay?” Your member asks you.

“Yeah.” You smiled, taking small steps in the narrow space between the chairs before taking a seat.

Your eyes roamed. Beside your group was ILLIT which you had greeted earlier with a warm hello. You loved them. Right below were Lesserafim who were singing along to the song playing in the background.

Your head turned to peek behind you and there were five boys. They were CORTIS. You knew them. And you loved their music. They looked unworldly handsome tonight wearing formal suits.

One of them glances at your way. You knew him. It was Keonho.

He gave you a slight bow and a warm smile before the other members also turned to look. They too bowed simultaneously, yet one caught your eye. The tall one. Martin.

You quickly twisted your head back because blood threatened to go up your cheeks.

When were you this easy?

You brushed the thought off. It was impossible to date someone in an idol life. But a crush wouldn’t be obvious right?

Apparently, it was.

One of your members came screaming to your hotel room.

“What the hell is happening?! It’s 2 AM,” You whispered, jolting out of bed.

“I know, but look!” She jumped over beside you and slanted her phone to your vision.

You blinked your eyes to focus on the video. Before it widened.

It was a video of you on that same award show. But it wasn’t you who the fans focused on. It was Martin.

Coers pointed out how the moment you two exchanged greetings he always glances at your way. Another was when you were walking on stage with your members and they were on the other side.

The video slows down and zooms in on him taking a good look at you while you were busy waving over the crowd.

Holy shit, you thought.

You took a deep breath. Your heart is pounding louder, trying to escape your chest.

“So, does this mean you’re famous now?” The member asks.

You tried to answer. But you couldn’t. This was definitely not supposed to happen. You just debuted and it might affect your group’s future.

“This is wrong,” you huffed.

“What’s wrong with it? The fans literally love it.”

“They might like it now, but—“

“I’m not going to let you talk anymore.” She covers your mouth.

“Just let the situation be. I promise it won’t affect us.”

And she was right.

Every award show you have attended, there have always been speculations between the two of you. How he was always somehow near you or the time when they offered their blankets to you.

And there were surprisingly no negative reactions.

Maybe he was just nice?

You started to doubt that thought though because every time you scroll on TikTok fans would always say that they know it wasn't just a friendly and casual gesture. Fans would always put meanings.

And you were always left wondering if he did really like you. You rarely have eye contact with him and the videos from the crowd were never clear. He could've been looking at someone else. Maybe he didn’t notice you at all.

“You thinking about him again?” Your member asks, peeking from your left side.

“What? Martin? Hell no,” you scoffed.

“Okay, but I never mentioned Martin.” A smirk grew on her face.

“Okay, as your leader, I’m going to ask you to shut up.”

She laughs at your state, knowing she was right.

You needed to actually see him or actually have one straight, clear interaction before you go insane.

Luckily you had your chance. Because the next time you met CORTIS was face-to-face. They were roaming around, knocking on a bunch of artists' doors to give out their new album “GREENGREEN” until they finally reached yours.

“Hi,” you heard a voice too familiar from the door. It made your stomach churn.

“We just wanted to drop by and give you guys our latest album, if that’s okay?” Martin asks.

“Of course! Let me call our leader.”

You panicked. You had no time to hide either, before she pulled you outside.

You were greeted by their camera man pointed directly at the two of you. Before a tall presence loomed, making you turn.

“Uhm, hello.” He bowed shyly.

Oh shit.

Don’t freak out.

Don’t freak out.

Don’t freak out.

Don’t. Freak. Out.

You tried to stabilize yourself.

“H-hi.” You bowed back. Wow. Stuttering. Really?

“I’m Martin from CORTIS, we just wanted to give you guys a copy of our album.” He smiled.

Your heart clenched. “Thank you.” You bowed and reached out for the album before your fingers brushed against his.

You screamed internally. Time felt slower. And it had felt like the warmth of his hands electrocuted you.

“It’s signed,” James said, making time go back to normal.

“Oh.” You flipped through the album to find their complete signatures.

You smiled. Oh, you will definitely cherish this one.

“We aren’t normally supposed to sign it, but Martin over here sugg— oof!” Keonho failed to finish his sentence before Martin elbowed him to his shoulders.

Your eyebrows tilted at Martin. His eyes became softer when he returned to you rather than how he looked at Keonho earlier.

“Don’t mind him. Consider it as a debut gift,” Martin joked. Dimples showing.

For a second, you forgot the camera even pointed at you.

You exchanged your thank yous and your hand was already reaching for the door ready to return and explode to your members, when a member shouted from the hallway.

“Martin’s willing to give you another one by the way!” Seonghyeon shouted.

You turned to see Martin slapping the back of Seonghyeon’s head, muttering something you wish you were able to hear.

You giggled back inside your dressing room before you faced your members who were already giving you knowing looks.

“What?” You laughed. “It’s just an album.” You waved it.

“Okay,” they shrugged. Nodding their heads, still giving the same look.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Yet your heart and the warm feeling still haven’t left you.

You thought it was nothing.

Until you came home with a buzzing text from a random number.

Hey, this is Martin. Yes, Martin from Cortis, it’s really me. I just wondered if you had time to talk? Or have a friend?

Your body malfunctioned reading it. Maybe there was a chance he liked you. Maybe he did notice you You spent the night endlessly talking to him with a huge smile on your face while your feet kicked in joy.

Note: I do have a part 2 in mind but then I realized that I am currently writing a whole series for Martin 👀 different from this though. But let me know if you guys want part 2!! Love ya!! STREAM REDRED!!!!!!

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I have like maybe 5 to 6 ideas written down right now and half of them are a bit complete so I need the crowds opinion on which member should I upload first before I sleep…

Which do you guys want to read first?

Martin

James

Juhoon

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Voting ended onApr 21

Btw I feel like, I have a toxic trait of having a writing slump 😔😔 maybe it’s bcs I also have an editing account, au account and personal account on tiktok, all while writing a romntasy novel 🙃🙃

Anyways, vote away so I can be more motivated :D

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Martin wins!!! I’m going to upload this maybe in a few hours or maybe tomorrow…?

Just hang in there for a while :)

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DAMNN BRO what is it with coers and their fics nowadays?!! It got me giggling and shiii

I NEED TO STEP UP MY GAME!!

[genn1e]

I have like maybe 5 to 6 ideas written down right now and half of them are a bit complete so I need the crowds opinion on which member should I upload first before I sleep…

Which do you guys want to read first?

Martin

James

Juhoon

Headcannons

Voting ended onApr 21

Btw I feel like, I have a toxic trait of having a writing slump 😔😔 maybe it’s bcs I also have an editing account, au account and personal account on tiktok, all while writing a romntasy novel 🙃🙃

Anyways, vote away so I can be more motivated :D

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Martin // 에드워드 마틴 박

ᯓ He stopped returning your texts and calls.

Pairing: martinxfem!reader, predebut!martin, idol!reader

Content: slight angst, cursing, argument

Note: Reader is a minor but has no indicated specific age. (Read responsibly y’all, if yk you’re going to read smthn which involves someone young please do yourself a favor and be respectful.)

So uhm, after 7(?) months of not writing and uploading here, I'm glad to say that I'm back... for now at least. Here's a slight angst fic as an apology for being offline for half a year :D Hope you love it ᡣ𐭩

Martin was everyone’s dream boyfriend. Sweet, patient, loving—a gentleman wrapped in one perfect package.

The only downside? You weren’t his first love.

Sure, you were his first girlfriend, but his first love? was producing music.

You’d seen him overwork himself countless times. Every day, he locked himself in the studio, chasing lyrics and beats until exhaustion consumed him. It didn’t matter where he was—the couch, his desk, even his bed—his mind never stopped working.

Sometimes at night, you stayed beside him, watching in silence, hoping he would rest just once or even spend time with you. But with his debut approaching, rest was impossible.

Some days he called, only to apologize and hang up. Other days, he didn’t call or text at all.

You understood him of course. Being an idol yourself, you knew the pressure that builds up inside you. Claws your mind and drowns you in and endless thoughts of self-sabotages

So you stayed quiet, tried supporting him from the side, always reminding him he was enough and how everything will be alright.

But tonight was different.

For an entire week, he hadn’t called. He hadn’t replied. Your endless messages—reminders to eat, to rest, to breathe—were all left on sent. Calls were left unanswered.

This time, you couldn’t just sit back.

So you dialed another number instead. James'.

“Hello?” James' voice echoed.

“Hi James, uh… listen. I just want to ask how Martin’s doing.” Your breath hitched.

A silence stretched too long.

“…Honestly, he hasn’t been doing well. He keeps coming home late, exhausted. We remind him to take it easy, but…” James exhaled. “…he keeps shutting us out. He keeps saying he’s fine. But we know he isn’t.”

Your heart clenched. He was suffering. And you hadn’t been able to reach and help him.

“Do you mind if I come over to the dorm?” You say, urgency in your voice.

“Yeah. I’ll bring you up.”

You grabbed nothing and rushed out the door without thinking.

The dorm felt heavy the moment you stepped inside. His members sat quietly in the living room, halfheartedly eating dinner.

"Hey," They greeted. But even their smiles were tired.

“Are you guys okay?” you asked softly.

“Don’t worry about us,” Juhoon replied with a faint smile. “Go to him.”

You nodded, walking toward Martin’s room. Knocking gently, you pushed the door open.

The room was dark. The only light source was coming from the computer that Martin stared at. His room was a disaster. Crumpled paper with drafted lyrics, instruments, clothes. You shook your head in disbelief and concern.

He sat at his desk, headphones on either ear, his body moving with the beat as if every fiber of him existed only for the rhythm.

“Martin,” you called.

“Go away. I’m busy.” His voice was flat, tired.

“Martin, we need to talk.” You stepped closer, firmer this time.

“I said I’m busy.”

“Mar—”

He ripped his headphones off, his voice cracking with anger. “What can’t you understand about ‘I’m busy’?!”

He spun around, and your breath caught. His face was pale, shadows dark under his eyes. His expression was sharp with frustration, but the moment his gaze landed on you, it faltered.

“Shit," he whispered, sitting back down on the chair.

You swallowed, your chest tight. A wave of silence followed. His mouth trembled to open, trying to think of words—trying to think of how to explain the situation you see before you.

But you decided to speak up first. 

“Do you even realize how worried I’ve been?" You snapped.

"A week, Martin. A whole week of nothing from you. I exist, you know.” Your knuckles turned white gripping tightly on your phone. Kind of regretting you let last words slip your tongue.

He looked away, fingers tightening on his headphones. “I… I didn’t mean to…” His words stumbled, tripping over themselves.

“I just—I needed to focus and I didn’t want to drag you into this mess.” He glances to his computer.

“Drag me into this?” Your voice trembled, the frustration finally slipping out. 

“I’m already in this, Martin. I’m your girlfriend, not some stranger waiting at the sidelines. Do you know how it feels to keep trying to reach for you when you won’t even notice me?” You choked.

His jaw clenched, and for a moment he looked like he might snap again. He looked angry. Because he was. Not at you, he was angry at himself. Was he this oblivious to the situation?

The atmosphere grew heavier and when you felt like he was about to shout again, he pressed his palms to his face, shoulders shaking. Tears slipped through.

“I thought… if I just worked harder, if I gave it everything… maybe I’d be enough.” His voice cracked, raw and fragile. “But I’m tired. And I didn’t want you to see me like this.” His whole body threatened to give up from the fatigue.

Your heart ached at the confession. You stepped closer, kneeling beside him. 

Slowly, you pulled his hands away from his face. His eyes were bloodshot, tears pooling though he tried to blink them away.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” you whispered. “I don’t want the perfect producer or the perfect idol. I just want you. Even if you’re tired. Even if you’re falling apart.”

Martin’s lips parted, but no words came. He just stared at you, eyes glistening with guilt, pain, and something softer.

Finally, he breathed out, “…I’m sorry.”

Your chest tightened at the sight of him—this boy who always tried to hold everything together, now crumbling right in front of you. 

"...I'm sorry if I didn't text you, I didn't call." More tears fell. "I never wanted to hurt you. I—"

You reached out and gently cupped his face to stop him, your thumb brushing against the damp corner of his eye.

“Martin,” you whispered, your voice steady even though your heart was trembling, “you don’t have to carry this alone. You don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me.”

He let out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch like he’d been waiting for it all along. His shoulders sagged, the fight in him slipping away.

“I thought… I thought if I let myself rest, if I let myself lean on anyone, I’d fall behind,” he admitted, voice hoarse. 

“But I can’t even stand straight anymore.”

You pulled him into your arms, wrapping him tightly against your chest. He buried his face in your shoulder, his body trembling with exhaustion, frustration, and relief all at once.

“You won’t fall behind,” you murmured against his hair. “You’ll just burn out if you keep this up. And I can’t… I can’t stand watching you hurt yourself like this.”

For the first time in days, Martin allowed himself to be still. His breathing steadied as he held onto you, almost desperately, as if afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

“Stay,” he whispered, muffled against you. “Please… just stay tonight.”

You smiled softly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “I was never planning on leaving.”

Martin’s arms tightened around you. His breathing was still uneven, but it was softer now, the anger and sharp edges in him melting into quiet vulnerability.

You stroked his back gently, whispering, “Come on, you need to lie down.”

“I can’t,” he mumbled, shaking his head weakly. “There’s still so much to do. Our debut is a week away—”

“Martin,” you interrupted firmly, leaning back just enough to look into his tired eyes. “Please. Just rest. For me.”

His lips parted, ready to argue, but the exhaustion in his gaze betrayed him.

You took his hand, guiding him toward the bed. He followed without resistance this time, as if he’d finally run out of strength to fight himself.

He sat down heavily, and once you tugged the blanket over him, you brushed back the messy strands of hair that clung to his forehead. 

His eyes fluttered shut at your touch, and for the first time in weeks, he let himself breathe.

You lay down beside him, not to sleep but to keep him anchored. His arm instinctively found its way around your waist, holding you close like you were the only thing keeping him together.

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his voice so faint you barely heard it.

You kissed his temple softly. “Never. I’m right here.”

Slowly, his breathing evened out, his body finally surrendering to the rest he’d been denying himself. 

You watched his lashes tremble before settling, his grip on you loosening only slightly as sleep claimed him.

And in the quiet of that room, with his heart finally calm against yours, you promised yourself you’d be his safe place—no matter how heavy the world became for him.

Note: Pls tell me you cried... just kidding. Did you though? Anyways I will try and write again and I will open requests again, yippee!! Since I am currently reading Iron Flame and writing my own romantasy novel I wanted to get back into writing for other stuff too. I am also happy to say that I think my writing improved a bit over the span of those offline months... Anyways if you do have any requests that you'd want me to make don't be shy and type away ⋆˙⟡♡

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