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݁ ── 𝐦𝐢𝐚. ༄ ˚ '06
“ 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾... ”
౨ৎ. our song — e. martin
when a chaotic morning turns into a slow and sentimental revelation between you and martin.
› prod! martin x model! reader
› est. relationship, fluff, comfort, skinships, stolen kisses, petnames, slight crack
› wc : 1.3k
♬ dancing in the kitchen – zachary knowles . our song – taylor swift
› a/n : hello! another chapter of home is out and it's lowkey inspired by two songs from my fav artists. ugh.. martin is so boyfriend coded in this. had my feet kicking the air and toes curled to his cuteness like mama, i want a martin too.. anw, i hope all of u enjoy this as i do! <3
The sound of utensils clanking rings through the kitchen, straight to your shared bedroom.
“Babe, is everything okay?”
You half shout from your bed.
“Uh. Yeah! No one is hurt!”
Martin replies with a full yell, blastered across the apartment unit.
You move the heavy duvet to the side, making your way to the kitchen where Martin is preparing a breakfast for two.
Your feet drag you slowly to the kitchen.
You can see him barely crouching 90 degrees, retrieving the burnt pieces of something on the floor.
Then you quietly give him a backhug, making him startled at the sudden contact.
You snuggle into his warmth, inhaling his familiar musky scent.
“Morning”.
Smooch.
Martin mumbles his morning wish back, while reciprocating your smooch on the lips.
“Smell something good, so I drag my lazy bum here.”
“Made some cheese toasts for us!”
Cheese toast. That's the menu.
You tap your forehead lightly as a sign of forgetting that you are the one who is supposed to make his favorite meal this morning.
“Oh my god, Eds! I am so sorry. How can I forget that you are craving for it yesterday?”
You facepalm with a slight anger in yourself.
With a slow hum, Martin circles your waist and rubs your side on the fabric of your silk nightwear.
He flashes a gentle smile.
“Nah, that's okay. My girl should have more time of her beauty sleep”.
You ruffle his fluffy morning hair and giggle at his answer.
“I can see that you hardly survive a battle against the stove and the pan just now”.
“Well at least your kitchen is safe from any damage right, baby?”
He pecks you on your crown.
“Yeah right! What's with the burnt ones in the sink?”
You throw a side eye to him and wiggle your eyebrows.
“Ugh no way. You caught me in a broad daylight!”
His shoulders slump a bit.
“I never meant to.” You mock him with a sly grin.
“But hey, I made us breakfast. So stop!”
You coo at his childish antics, making him pout.
You then tiptoed to give him a peck. “Thank you!”
He returns your peck with a deep french kiss on your lips, making you gasp and slap his chest lightly.
He lets out his signature husky laugh, straight to your face.
Both of you move to the dining table, with a plate of cheese toasts and a glass of fresh milk served by your boyfriend.
One glass is just enough. You can always share a sip of it. Not that you are a fan of milk though.
“Is it good?” Martin anticipates a reaction from you.
“Tastes the same as how I usually do it.”
You tell him with an honest look.
“Then why did mine is different back in LA?”
Oh. He looks way too serious now.
“Is it the cheese?”
“Nope!” You let out a loud stress on the 'p' sound.
“You are just being clingy, Martin. That's it.”
“You're mean.” He intends to grab the toast from your hand, but you retract way faster than him.
“Uh uh, mama says do not play with the food!”
“Ugh... you should be grateful that I still let you have it.”
You fake a dramatic gasp. “Wow, that means you love me.”
Martin ignores your tease and pinches your nose. Cute! He loves your rosy tinted nose.
It definitely seems like a typical setting of breakfast at home on the weekend, having a morning banter together with your partner.
You kind of like it though, and weekends are supposed to be like this. You hum an unknown song with dangling happy feet under the table.
•••••••••••••••••••••
While you are busy with the laundry, Martin is seating comfortably at the living room with his acoustic guitar.
That guitar. The one that you bought for him on his previous birthday.
Your heart warms at the sight. It feels so domestic.
Right after you shove the last piece of cloth into the washing machine, you stride over to where Martin is.
The couch dips lightly due to your weight.
You settle with both legs folded underneath your hip, and hook a hand on his shoulder to play with his nape.
His long and slender fingers strumming the strings of random tunes easily.
His eyes are focusing on the strings, while you observe his nearly serious face. His head bops slowly to the sound he plays.
His lashes are curled perfectly in its place. His brows crease slightly like he is processing a new song in his mind.
Pretty boy. You think.
“How come we don't have our own song already?”
”Huh?”
“Why, you, as a super smart boyfriend producer, do not have a song written for us?”
You repeat your question in a whiny tone, making your lips puckered unintentionally.
Martin catches a glimpse of your pouty lips and chuckles. His hand playfully pinches your cheeks.
You blush at his sudden encounter.
“Who said that I never intended writing a song for us?”
You gasp, half shock at his revelation.
“Then why I haven't heard any of it? It's not like I'm complaining but.. ugh.. Never mind.”
You stop playing with his nape. Your face is now few inches away from him.
Martin acts steady, all ears to your babbles with all his energy saved in him.
He never feels tired of listening to your voice. A beautiful voice that brings joy to him.
He reaches for both of your hands and clasp them into his.
“Baby, that's because our song isn't for the public to listen to. It's reserved for us. Only both of us”.
You listen intently.
He tucks your hair behind your ears and brings you close to lean on his chest.
His heart beats calmly behind you.
He plays with your ring on your finger, absentmindedly. The one that he once bought for you.
The same promise ring that he has one too.
“Our song—is the sound of the slamming door when we were having small fights.”
“Our song—is the overlapping voices when we were on the phones and you talked real slow, thousand miles away from each other”.
“Our song—is the way we laugh when we were having our cozy nights together”.
You have no words in between that. Period.
Martin is so poetic, even with his goofy demeanor. He can be silly, some times.
But some other times, he never plays when he is in his elements.
You lift your head slightly, to look at his face with a longing gaze.
All this while. He was recording his precious, big or small, happy or sad moments together with you in his mind.
Your eyes are already brimming with some hot drops. You reach for his cheek and palm it with the softest lingering touch ever.
“Martin Edwards Park. I can never get enough of you.”
He melts into your warmth.
“Girl, not the government name please.”
“Shut up.”
You look straight into his brown orbs and lean into his face, claiming his lips with a yearning kiss.
He deepens it, making you circle your arms around his broad shoulders.
“I love you, my brilliant producer.”
“Love you big time too, miss model of mine.”
••••••••••••••••••
do not plagiarize | heymaaaartin © 2026
— honest talk ! 🗣️
i just read on twt about cortis tour. people are now attacking coers who are 20+ shouldnt be buying tickets for the tour. there are also people wanting james to not be a part of the group anymore bcs he hits 20 already like? i know that this came out from the same community as well. this got my fists balling like who are those people to pick on people's interests in music? please bear in mind that there are people who are still being normal towards the boys. by normal in this, yes you absolutely know what it means. i dont know but this really irks me to even process what is going on in coertwt right now. can we just be normal about everything again? :(
౨ৎ. our song — e. martin
when a chaotic morning turns into a slow and sentimental revelation between you and martin.
› prod! martin x model! reader
› est. relationship, fluff, comfort, skinships, stolen kisses, petnames, slight crack
› wc : 1.3k
♬ dancing in the kitchen – zachary knowles . our song – taylor swift
› a/n : hello! another chapter of home is out and it's lowkey inspired by two songs from my fav artists. ugh.. martin is so boyfriend coded in this. had my feet kicking the air and toes curled to his cuteness like mama, i want a martin too.. anw, i hope all of u enjoy this as i do! <3
The sound of utensils clanking rings through the kitchen, straight to your shared bedroom.
“Babe, is everything okay?”
You half shout from your bed.
“Uh. Yeah! No one is hurt!”
Martin replies with a full yell, blastered across the apartment unit.
You move the heavy duvet to the side, making your way to the kitchen where Martin is preparing a breakfast for two.
Your feet drag you slowly to the kitchen.
You can see him barely crouching 90 degrees, retrieving the burnt pieces of something on the floor.
Then you quietly give him a backhug, making him startled at the sudden contact.
You snuggle into his warmth, inhaling his familiar musky scent.
“Morning”.
Smooch.
Martin mumbles his morning wish back, while reciprocating your smooch on the lips.
“Smell something good, so I drag my lazy bum here.”
“Made some cheese toasts for us!”
Cheese toast. That's the menu.
You tap your forehead lightly as a sign of forgetting that you are the one who is supposed to make his favorite meal this morning.
“Oh my god, Eds! I am so sorry. How can I forget that you are craving for it yesterday?”
You facepalm with a slight anger in yourself.
With a slow hum, Martin circles your waist and rubs your side on the fabric of your silk nightwear.
He flashes a gentle smile.
“Nah, that's okay. My girl should have more time of her beauty sleep”.
You ruffle his fluffy morning hair and giggle at his answer.
“I can see that you hardly survive a battle against the stove and the pan just now”.
“Well at least your kitchen is safe from any damage right, baby?”
He pecks you on your crown.
“Yeah right! What's with the burnt ones in the sink?”
You throw a side eye to him and wiggle your eyebrows.
“Ugh no way. You caught me in a broad daylight!”
His shoulders slump a bit.
“I never meant to.” You mock him with a sly grin.
“But hey, I made us breakfast. So stop!”
You coo at his childish antics, making him pout.
You then tiptoed to give him a peck. “Thank you!”
He returns your peck with a deep french kiss on your lips, making you gasp and slap his chest lightly.
He lets out his signature husky laugh, straight to your face.
Both of you move to the dining table, with a plate of cheese toasts and a glass of fresh milk served by your boyfriend.
One glass is just enough. You can always share a sip of it. Not that you are a fan of milk though.
“Is it good?” Martin anticipates a reaction from you.
“Tastes the same as how I usually do it.”
You tell him with an honest look.
“Then why did mine is different back in LA?”
Oh. He looks way too serious now.
“Is it the cheese?”
“Nope!” You let out a loud stress on the 'p' sound.
“You are just being clingy, Martin. That's it.”
“You're mean.” He intends to grab the toast from your hand, but you retract way faster than him.
“Uh uh, mama says do not play with the food!”
“Ugh... you should be grateful that I still let you have it.”
You fake a dramatic gasp. “Wow, that means you love me.”
Martin ignores your tease and pinches your nose. Cute! He loves your rosy tinted nose.
It definitely seems like a typical setting of breakfast at home on the weekend, having a morning banter together with your partner.
You kind of like it though, and weekends are supposed to be like this. You hum an unknown song with dangling happy feet under the table.
•••••••••••••••••••••
While you are busy with the laundry, Martin is seating comfortably at the living room with his acoustic guitar.
That guitar. The one that you bought for him on his previous birthday.
Your heart warms at the sight. It feels so domestic.
Right after you shove the last piece of cloth into the washing machine, you stride over to where Martin is.
The couch dips lightly due to your weight.
You settle with both legs folded underneath your hip, and hook a hand on his shoulder to play with his nape.
His long and slender fingers strumming the strings of random tunes easily.
His eyes are focusing on the strings, while you observe his nearly serious face. His head bops slowly to the sound he plays.
His lashes are curled perfectly in its place. His brows crease slightly like he is processing a new song in his mind.
Pretty boy. You think.
“How come we don't have our own song already?”
”Huh?”
“Why, you, as a super smart boyfriend producer, do not have a song written for us?”
You repeat your question in a whiny tone, making your lips puckered unintentionally.
Martin catches a glimpse of your pouty lips and chuckles. His hand playfully pinches your cheeks.
You blush at his sudden encounter.
“Who said that I never intended writing a song for us?”
You gasp, half shock at his revelation.
“Then why I haven't heard any of it? It's not like I'm complaining but.. ugh.. Never mind.”
You stop playing with his nape. Your face is now few inches away from him.
Martin acts steady, all ears to your babbles with all his energy saved in him.
He never feels tired of listening to your voice. A beautiful voice that brings joy to him.
He reaches for both of your hands and clasp them into his.
“Baby, that's because our song isn't for the public to listen to. It's reserved for us. Only both of us”.
You listen intently.
He tucks your hair behind your ears and brings you close to lean on his chest.
His heart beats calmly behind you.
He plays with your ring on your finger, absentmindedly. The one that he once bought for you.
The same promise ring that he has one too.
“Our song—is the sound of the slamming door when we were having small fights.”
“Our song—is the overlapping voices when we were on the phones and you talked real slow, thousand miles away from each other”.
“Our song—is the way we laugh when we were having our cozy nights together”.
You have no words in between that. Period.
Martin is so poetic, even with his goofy demeanor. He can be silly, some times.
But some other times, he never plays when he is in his elements.
You lift your head slightly, to look at his face with a longing gaze.
All this while. He was recording his precious, big or small, happy or sad moments together with you in his mind.
Your eyes are already brimming with some hot drops. You reach for his cheek and palm it with the softest lingering touch ever.
“Martin Edwards Park. I can never get enough of you.”
He melts into your warmth.
“Girl, not the government name please.”
“Shut up.”
You look straight into his brown orbs and lean into his face, claiming his lips with a yearning kiss.
He deepens it, making you circle your arms around his broad shoulders.
“I love you, my brilliant producer.”
“Love you big time too, miss model of mine.”
••••••••••••••••••
do not plagiarize | heymaaaartin © 2026
thinking of changing to a new theme, but i really have no idea....
౨ৎ. our song — e. martin
when a chaotic morning turns into a slow and sentimental revelation between you and martin.
› prod! martin x model! reader
› est. relationship, fluff, comfort, skinships, stolen kisses, petnames, slight crack
› wc : 1.3k
♬ dancing in the kitchen – zachary knowles . our song – taylor swift
› a/n : hello! another chapter of home is out and it's lowkey inspired by two songs from my fav artists. ugh.. martin is so boyfriend coded in this. had my feet kicking the air and toes curled to his cuteness like mama, i want a martin too.. anw, i hope all of u enjoy this as i do! <3
The sound of utensils clanking rings through the kitchen, straight to your shared bedroom.
“Babe, is everything okay?”
You half shout from your bed.
“Uh. Yeah! No one is hurt!”
Martin replies with a full yell, blastered across the apartment unit.
You move the heavy duvet to the side, making your way to the kitchen where Martin is preparing a breakfast for two.
Your feet drag you slowly to the kitchen.
You can see him barely crouching 90 degrees, retrieving the burnt pieces of something on the floor.
Then you quietly give him a backhug, making him startled at the sudden contact.
You snuggle into his warmth, inhaling his familiar musky scent.
“Morning”.
Smooch.
Martin mumbles his morning wish back, while reciprocating your smooch on the lips.
“Smell something good, so I drag my lazy bum here.”
“Made some cheese toasts for us!”
Cheese toast. That's the menu.
You tap your forehead lightly as a sign of forgetting that you are the one who is supposed to make his favorite meal this morning.
“Oh my god, Eds! I am so sorry. How can I forget that you are craving for it yesterday?”
You facepalm with a slight anger in yourself.
With a slow hum, Martin circles your waist and rubs your side on the fabric of your silk nightwear.
He flashes a gentle smile.
“Nah, that's okay. My girl should have more time of her beauty sleep”.
You ruffle his fluffy morning hair and giggle at his answer.
“I can see that you hardly survive a battle against the stove and the pan just now”.
“Well at least your kitchen is safe from any damage right, baby?”
He pecks you on your crown.
“Yeah right! What's with the burnt ones in the sink?”
You throw a side eye to him and wiggle your eyebrows.
“Ugh no way. You caught me in a broad daylight!”
His shoulders slump a bit.
“I never meant to.” You mock him with a sly grin.
“But hey, I made us breakfast. So stop!”
You coo at his childish antics, making him pout.
You then tiptoed to give him a peck. “Thank you!”
He returns your peck with a deep french kiss on your lips, making you gasp and slap his chest lightly.
He lets out his signature husky laugh, straight to your face.
Both of you move to the dining table, with a plate of cheese toasts and a glass of fresh milk served by your boyfriend.
One glass is just enough. You can always share a sip of it. Not that you are a fan of milk though.
“Is it good?” Martin anticipates a reaction from you.
“Tastes the same as how I usually do it.”
You tell him with an honest look.
“Then why did mine is different back in LA?”
Oh. He looks way too serious now.
“Is it the cheese?”
“Nope!” You let out a loud stress on the 'p' sound.
“You are just being clingy, Martin. That's it.”
“You're mean.” He intends to grab the toast from your hand, but you retract way faster than him.
“Uh uh, mama says do not play with the food!”
“Ugh... you should be grateful that I still let you have it.”
You fake a dramatic gasp. “Wow, that means you love me.”
Martin ignores your tease and pinches your nose. Cute! He loves your rosy tinted nose.
It definitely seems like a typical setting of breakfast at home on the weekend, having a morning banter together with your partner.
You kind of like it though, and weekends are supposed to be like this. You hum an unknown song with dangling happy feet under the table.
•••••••••••••••••••••
While you are busy with the laundry, Martin is seating comfortably at the living room with his acoustic guitar.
That guitar. The one that you bought for him on his previous birthday.
Your heart warms at the sight. It feels so domestic.
Right after you shove the last piece of cloth into the washing machine, you stride over to where Martin is.
The couch dips lightly due to your weight.
You settle with both legs folded underneath your hip, and hook a hand on his shoulder to play with his nape.
His long and slender fingers strumming the strings of random tunes easily.
His eyes are focusing on the strings, while you observe his nearly serious face. His head bops slowly to the sound he plays.
His lashes are curled perfectly in its place. His brows crease slightly like he is processing a new song in his mind.
Pretty boy. You think.
“How come we don't have our own song already?”
”Huh?”
“Why, you, as a super smart boyfriend producer, do not have a song written for us?”
You repeat your question in a whiny tone, making your lips puckered unintentionally.
Martin catches a glimpse of your pouty lips and chuckles. His hand playfully pinches your cheeks.
You blush at his sudden encounter.
“Who said that I never intended writing a song for us?”
You gasp, half shock at his revelation.
“Then why I haven't heard any of it? It's not like I'm complaining but.. ugh.. Never mind.”
You stop playing with his nape. Your face is now few inches away from him.
Martin acts steady, all ears to your babbles with all his energy saved in him.
He never feels tired of listening to your voice. A beautiful voice that brings joy to him.
He reaches for both of your hands and clasp them into his.
“Baby, that's because our song isn't for the public to listen to. It's reserved for us. Only both of us”.
You listen intently.
He tucks your hair behind your ears and brings you close to lean on his chest.
His heart beats calmly behind you.
He plays with your ring on your finger, absentmindedly. The one that he once bought for you.
The same promise ring that he has one too.
“Our song—is the sound of the slamming door when we were having small fights.”
“Our song—is the overlapping voices when we were on the phones and you talked real slow, thousand miles away from each other”.
“Our song—is the way we laugh when we were having our cozy nights together”.
You have no words in between that. Period.
Martin is so poetic, even with his goofy demeanor. He can be silly, some times.
But some other times, he never plays when he is in his elements.
You lift your head slightly, to look at his face with a longing gaze.
All this while. He was recording his precious, big or small, happy or sad moments together with you in his mind.
Your eyes are already brimming with some hot drops. You reach for his cheek and palm it with the softest lingering touch ever.
“Martin Edwards Park. I can never get enough of you.”
He melts into your warmth.
“Girl, not the government name please.”
“Shut up.”
You look straight into his brown orbs and lean into his face, claiming his lips with a yearning kiss.
He deepens it, making you circle your arms around his broad shoulders.
“I love you, my brilliant producer.”
“Love you big time too, miss model of mine.”
••••••••••••••••••
do not plagiarize | heymaaaartin © 2026
౨ৎ. our song — e. martin
when a chaotic morning turns into a slow and sentimental revelation between you and martin.
› prod! martin x model! reader
› est. relationship, fluff, comfort, skinships, stolen kisses, petnames, slight crack
› wc : 1.3k
♬ dancing in the kitchen – zachary knowles . our song – taylor swift
› a/n : hello! another chapter of home is out and it's lowkey inspired by two songs from my fav artists. ugh.. martin is so boyfriend coded in this. had my feet kicking the air and toes curled to his cuteness like mama, i want a martin too.. anw, i hope all of u enjoy this as i do! <3
The sound of utensils clanking rings through the kitchen, straight to your shared bedroom.
“Babe, is everything okay?”
You half shout from your bed.
“Uh. Yeah! No one is hurt!”
Martin replies with a full yell, blastered across the apartment unit.
You move the heavy duvet to the side, making your way to the kitchen where Martin is preparing a breakfast for two.
Your feet drag you slowly to the kitchen.
You can see him barely crouching 90 degrees, retrieving the burnt pieces of something on the floor.
Then you quietly give him a backhug, making him startled at the sudden contact.
You snuggle into his warmth, inhaling his familiar musky scent.
“Morning”.
Smooch.
Martin mumbles his morning wish back, while reciprocating your smooch on the lips.
“Smell something good, so I drag my lazy bum here.”
“Made some cheese toasts for us!”
Cheese toast. That's the menu.
You tap your forehead lightly as a sign of forgetting that you are the one who is supposed to make his favorite meal this morning.
“Oh my god, Eds! I am so sorry. How can I forget that you are craving for it yesterday?”
You facepalm with a slight anger in yourself.
With a slow hum, Martin circles your waist and rubs your side on the fabric of your silk nightwear.
He flashes a gentle smile.
“Nah, that's okay. My girl should have more time of her beauty sleep”.
You ruffle his fluffy morning hair and giggle at his answer.
“I can see that you hardly survive a battle against the stove and the pan just now”.
“Well at least your kitchen is safe from any damage right, baby?”
He pecks you on your crown.
“Yeah right! What's with the burnt ones in the sink?”
You throw a side eye to him and wiggle your eyebrows.
“Ugh no way. You caught me in a broad daylight!”
His shoulders slump a bit.
“I never meant to.” You mock him with a sly grin.
“But hey, I made us breakfast. So stop!”
You coo at his childish antics, making him pout.
You then tiptoed to give him a peck. “Thank you!”
He returns your peck with a deep french kiss on your lips, making you gasp and slap his chest lightly.
He lets out his signature husky laugh, straight to your face.
Both of you move to the dining table, with a plate of cheese toasts and a glass of fresh milk served by your boyfriend.
One glass is just enough. You can always share a sip of it. Not that you are a fan of milk though.
“Is it good?” Martin anticipates a reaction from you.
“Tastes the same as how I usually do it.”
You tell him with an honest look.
“Then why did mine is different back in LA?”
Oh. He looks way too serious now.
“Is it the cheese?”
“Nope!” You let out a loud stress on the 'p' sound.
“You are just being clingy, Martin. That's it.”
“You're mean.” He intends to grab the toast from your hand, but you retract way faster than him.
“Uh uh, mama says do not play with the food!”
“Ugh... you should be grateful that I still let you have it.”
You fake a dramatic gasp. “Wow, that means you love me.”
Martin ignores your tease and pinches your nose. Cute! He loves your rosy tinted nose.
It definitely seems like a typical setting of breakfast at home on the weekend, having a morning banter together with your partner.
You kind of like it though, and weekends are supposed to be like this. You hum an unknown song with dangling happy feet under the table.
•••••••••••••••••••••
While you are busy with the laundry, Martin is seating comfortably at the living room with his acoustic guitar.
That guitar. The one that you bought for him on his previous birthday.
Your heart warms at the sight. It feels so domestic.
Right after you shove the last piece of cloth into the washing machine, you stride over to where Martin is.
The couch dips lightly due to your weight.
You settle with both legs folded underneath your hip, and hook a hand on his shoulder to play with his nape.
His long and slender fingers strumming the strings of random tunes easily.
His eyes are focusing on the strings, while you observe his nearly serious face. His head bops slowly to the sound he plays.
His lashes are curled perfectly in its place. His brows crease slightly like he is processing a new song in his mind.
Pretty boy. You think.
“How come we don't have our own song already?”
”Huh?”
“Why, you, as a super smart boyfriend producer, do not have a song written for us?”
You repeat your question in a whiny tone, making your lips puckered unintentionally.
Martin catches a glimpse of your pouty lips and chuckles. His hand playfully pinches your cheeks.
You blush at his sudden encounter.
“Who said that I never intended writing a song for us?”
You gasp, half shock at his revelation.
“Then why I haven't heard any of it? It's not like I'm complaining but.. ugh.. Never mind.”
You stop playing with his nape. Your face is now few inches away from him.
Martin acts steady, all ears to your babbles with all his energy saved in him.
He never feels tired of listening to your voice. A beautiful voice that brings joy to him.
He reaches for both of your hands and clasp them into his.
“Baby, that's because our song isn't for the public to listen to. It's reserved for us. Only both of us”.
You listen intently.
He tucks your hair behind your ears and brings you close to lean on his chest.
His heart beats calmly behind you.
He plays with your ring on your finger, absentmindedly. The one that he once bought for you.
The same promise ring that he has one too.
“Our song—is the sound of the slamming door when we were having small fights.”
“Our song—is the overlapping voices when we were on the phones and you talked real slow, thousand miles away from each other”.
“Our song—is the way we laugh when we were having our cozy nights together”.
You have no words in between that. Period.
Martin is so poetic, even with his goofy demeanor. He can be silly, some times.
But some other times, he never plays when he is in his elements.
You lift your head slightly, to look at his face with a longing gaze.
All this while. He was recording his precious, big or small, happy or sad moments together with you in his mind.
Your eyes are already brimming with some hot drops. You reach for his cheek and palm it with the softest lingering touch ever.
“Martin Edwards Park. I can never get enough of you.”
He melts into your warmth.
“Girl, not the government name please.”
“Shut up.”
You look straight into his brown orbs and lean into his face, claiming his lips with a yearning kiss.
He deepens it, making you circle your arms around his broad shoulders.
“I love you, my brilliant producer.”
“Love you big time too, miss model of mine.”
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do not plagiarize | heymaaaartin © 2026
currently brewing something for martin, as a continuation of this. lowkey raking through my brain so hard right now
︵ girls just want to have fun! – e. sh
your monotonous college life has only been classes and tons of assignments to finish like it's your routine. until one day, you experience something fun outside your usuals.
– idol! seonghyeon x college student! f reader
– reader having a crush on seonghyeon, successful fan(?) pov, reader is older than most of cortis' members, flirting, slight angst (at the end).
– word count: 1.2k
– author's note: hi! since the COTL era is coming to an end, and it's another new beginning for cortis too, i decided to challenge myself to write. prolly this is my debut in coerblr i guess hihi.. i know my daughter here is not up to anyone's expectation but please leave some feedbacks if there is anything for improvements. i would love to see that! reblogs and likes are kindly appreciated too ;) not my best shot but enjoy! ᯤ ♡
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august 2025 — cortis' debut.
you woke up to a ping of an entertainment news on an account that you followed on X, stating a new group had debuted. a new boy group. you took your phone from the side table and scrolled over the news, read all the info about them — martin, james, juhoon, seonghyeon, keonho. you stared at the photos one by one, only to stop at one face. eom seonghyeon. it sent some kind of feelings that you'd never felt before. not intimately, but you swore to yourself that you had developed a crush on him, at your first sight. this new boy group had picked your interest as much as you were once an ateez fan before. you'd also heard people said that you didn't get to choose your ultimate biased person. but it was them, absurdly that pulled you in. it was crazy, well maybe instinctively.
you didn't pay attention to that saying at first, until you were in that situation. you schemed through over their bio, only to catch that he's a '09 liner. three years younger than you. interesting, was the only thing that came to your mind. you took the earbuds next to your phone and clicked the green with three stripes icon, typed out cortis and tuned in to a track that caught your eyes. your world literature essay was long forgotten on your desk, together with other reading materials. What You Want. a song that portrayed someone's desire to break through people's expectations. a song that encouraged people to chase their dreams for whatever means it took. as the song peaked to its chorus, you could tell that it was a blend of a 1960s pyschedelic rock element and hip-hop. Colour Outside The Line — was the album's title. you were convinced that they were gonna be big and ready to outnorm others in the industry.
days passed, and you decided to watch everything about them on every platform that they featured in. music shows, social media– name it all, you had already signed in to enjoy their musics and contents. but only did you know, you were badly attracted to the one and only eom seonghyeon. you told yourself that you liked them all, and tried not to be that fan who got obsessed with certain members only. but everytime you watched their vlogs and music shows, you were only paying attention to him.
it's kinda weird, you thought because you were older than most of them, well except james. your age gap between you both was only a year. their contents were mostly during their predebut period, showcasing how hard they had worked to make their debut happened. after you watched the vlogs, you finally made a point that you loved them all for being themselves. the way they conveyed their goofiness on cameras, without faking it. that's how they really were, teenagers who were deemed to grow in a place full of adults, left their beloved families behind. only to pursue what they want, their dreams.
the next few days, you started to make it all as your habits. you watched their vlogs and contents on their youtube channel while having your meals, slept late at night only to watch their reels and tiktok videos, saved all their photos in your albums but with seonghyeon mostly, waited for their lives on weverse, everything and you slotted it all into your daily routines. without realizing it, you had been living like that since the first day you put your interests in them. the boring college life at first had now turned into a fun and joyful one. you couldn't wait for what they had under their sleeves for their fans, and for you too.
september 2025 — musicplant offline fansign event.
on a saturday morning, while typing out an assignment in your room, your friend nayla texted you to accompany her to a music store. you had promised to yourself not to go out during these critical times just to finish your delayed essay, for the weekend. but then you remembered that you hadn't met your best friend since junior year, for almost a week. your usual retreats with her were always cafe hopping around Myeongdong. the way you both enjoyed your free times while taking photos together in random photobooths, sipped in some pricey coffees and bagels as sides, made you truly lived the life of a pinterest girl.
after finishing the last sentence in your essay, without having to proofread it once again, you switched off your tablet and got ready for the girls' day out. you played your favourite, Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cindy Lauper to hype your mood. you picked out your favourite pastel pink knitted shirt, tucked neatly in a jet black cotton high-waisted skirt. then you slipped on a pair of dark brown loafers to go. with a final glance at yourself in the mirror, you admired the details and the colour choices that you made.
as soon as you and nayla arrived at the store, once again, What You Want blasted so loud in the background. not that you were complaining about the volume, but it somehow altered something in your brain about that one member from the group the moment he sang his lines. eom seonghyeon, your heart thumped impulsively at the thought of his name. little did you know at that moment, unintentionally, you maybe had liked him for only god knew when and was down so bad for someone you hadn't met, yet.
your friend had long gone making her own bee line to search for her favourite group, exo, who was just made a comeback recently. you loved exo too, their songs were all good and pleasing to listen to. in your own pace, you brought yourself to the new arrival section and caught a sight of cortis albums the minute another song played in the store. it was Flatline, by exo. you took one of the albums and scanned through the cover, you could see him with a denim jacket off one shoulder and a pair of plaid pants sitting on the steel bench next to juhoon. my favourite, you whispered to yourself.
as you had some kind of internal arguments on whether to buy it or not, you didn't realized that one of the staffs had already standing next to you to explain about the offline fansign event. it was so tempting to join it as you had only one determination— to meet him. so you grabbed three different versions of it only to receive a snort from your friend. “I see.. cortis huh?”, nayla snickered. you only threw your friend a stupid grin and took the albums in a hurry to the counter. you also knew that the albums were going to cost you a fortune. it's a battle against your strong desire and your allowance squeezing through for the semester. you were definitely going to regret it your whole life for spending that much on albums but it's either now or never, you thought. it's just that you only wanted to feel the joy in being a fan at this age, and mostly tried out your luck. that multiple times of being unlucky when you were an ateez fan had made you to not give up this time. how you wished that you were lucky, once, in your lifetime.
“if you win that offline fansign, you're going to meet the love of your life hun! you're going to be head over heels, and prolly thank me for taking you to do some album shopping yay”, nayla added with a wink. you only gave her a playful pinch on her left arm. she was right after all for making you tagged along to the store. well, the damage had already done and it's time to pray that you could win the fansign. you hoped so.
two weeks after your purchase, you received an email from musicplant noticing that you won a raffle for the cortis' offline fansign event. you were trembling as you dialed your friend's contact to scream your lungs out to her.
“oh my god nay, I won the raffle!”, you shouted the moment she picked up your call. “what the heck! girl! oh my god I lost my sanity!”, she added. “okay I need to breathe first. what am I gonna wear next Tuesday? please help your girl here..”, you talked in a whiny crying tone to your friend. “hey hey, relax and breathe in. you can always wear your favourite ones. just be you, do not fake something that is not yourself. remember not to scare them too, with the things that you want to say to them. just be normal, I know that we all girls just wanna have fun, right?”, nayla gave out her sincere reminder to you. “awww.. okie roger that! thank you for your advice girl”, you thanked her for being such a supportive friend. “love you so much my number one supportive girl gorgeous miss nayla richards!”, she only laughed when you attempted to kiss the phone and bid a goodbye.
finally, the d-day of the offline fansign came. you had the same whole outfit on your day out with your best friend last weekend. you very much liked the combination of it, and pink was your favourite color after all. as you entered the venue, you could feel that your hands were cold from being nervous and that your fingers were shaking so bad. “everything is gonna be alright, you can do this!”, you chanted quietly to yourself. you could never believe yourself to be lucky enough among other 49 raffle winners in the venue. perhaps, the heavens finally heard your prayers.
few minutes into the venue, GO! started to play and fans screamed loudly for their favourites. the boys entered with cheers and smiles all over their faces, happy to finally meet their fans offline closely. you could see martin, the tallest member took his seat first and then james next to him, followed by juhoon. you knew that the next person would be your favourite one, so you adjusted your seat in order to get a good view of him. lastly, the youngest member keonho took his place near the end of table.
it was your turn next, so you walked slowly to the seat in front of martin while handing your album for him to sign. you praised him for being a music prodigy at such a young age, leaving him baffled at your highest praise. “ayy no please... that is so kind of you to say that to me. I just love musics since I was a kid. anyways, your name, beautiful?”, martin asked as he signed the page with a killer smile that made you stunned and could never forget in your 20 years of life. you grinned stupidly at his remark. the fan service final boss, you thought.
you told him your name and he once again, shot a question, “so who's your favourite member in cortis though?”. with red tinted cheeks, you took a short glance at seonghyeon, who was still busy talking to a fan in front of him. “I see, it must be him right?”, he said while giggling displaying his perfect white pearls. “well, I hope you get to tell him that he is your most favourite member today.” martin moved a little bit closer to you, for him to whisper straight to your left side, “he's quite shy in front of pretty girls, like you, you know”, and he winked. oh boy.. only god knew how fast your heartbeats were at that moment. you couldn't get to compose yourself because the staff had already requested you to move to james.
right after you bid your last words to juhoon with a smile, you stood up shyly and took a sit in front of your favourite. it's him. it's freaking finally him, right in front of you. your heart beat faster than ever and your fingers started to shake once again. seonghyeon saw your trembled cold hands and quickly grabbed yours after taking your album to make you feel comfortable around him. god, what did i do in my past life to receive this kind of treatment. you were screaming internally.
“are you okay?”, he asked while seeking for your eyes only for you to lower your eyes looking at the black table cloth. “hey, I'm up here cutie, not on the table”, he said it with a soft giggle. you couldn't believe your ears. how could he say something that would make your heart clenched so hard. you loved his giggle, poor girl you were down so bad for him. “sorry.. yes I guess I'm okay maybe..”, you said, dumbly. he blurted a quiet laugh only for your ears to catch it, oh lord that damn pretty eyes and dimples and his coarsed honey voice.
“I like your name. it's beautiful, just like you”, he commented after taking a short glance at juhoon's sign next to your name. “love your outfit for today too, pretty. you do like pink, don't you?, he shot at you. “yes.. I do love pink so much. it's my favourite color”, you answered nervously. he stared straight into your brown orbs with a sweetest smile, making you driven away from your initial motive— to say that you loved his style and his voice so much. to tell him that he was your favourite, for once, in your lifetime.
you lost your words and other things you wanted to say to seonghyeon. you could only register the way his hands were still in yours. once again, the staff gave you a glare for you to shift to keonho. time surely passed so fast for you to only have short conversation with him. just where in the world did your potty mouth go, you thought. “I hope we can meet again, in the future”. hearing that, you finally took your courage to voice out something. “I'm broke already you know. this thing costs me a whole of my monthly allowance”, you confessed with a pouty lips.
you weren't trying to act cute though, that came out instantly from your little mouth. seonghyeon let out a breathy laugh and glanced at your cherry red glossed lips with a smirk. you couldn't focus at what he wrote next to your name as the staff behind him glanced at you for the nth time. seonghyeon finally released your hands, only for his pinky finger to tug with yours slightly before he fully let you go. that feelings were there, lingered and you could feel it. you showed him your sweetest smile, for the last time.
your turn with keonho ended so fast, but you managed to take a glance at seonghyeon before you got up from the stool. he definitely looked at you walked away off the platform to go to your seat. seonghyeon technically sat right straight in front to your seat, making him locked his eyes with you. when martin was about to say something with the mic on, seonghyeon winked, only at you.
you were so sure that he was being funny. you giggled at his playful acts but deep down, your heartbeat dropped the moment he did that. their last ment was to mark that the fansign had ended. just like that, your day passed with a heavy heart. but you truly enjoyed and had fun at the fansign to your fullest. you couldn't wait to tell your best friend of what you went through that day.
on the other side, seonghyeon in his dorm, couldn't stop thinking about you and your cute outfit for today. you looked ethereal and too good to be true, to him. your facial features, your perfectly curled lashes, your cherry red glossed lips, and your sweet voice. keonho threw a playful remark about your encounter with seonghyeon while they were in the car heading back to their dorm. seonghyeon had fallen too hard for you. well, keonho was right. there was a regret— he didn't get the chance to ask for your age and who was your favourite member. as for now, he could only wait patiently for you to check your signed album. he really hoped that you would do so. he prayed hard for it to happen.
back at your college, the fluorescent study lamp illuminated some parts of your room. while striding to your bed, you once again flipped over every page that the members had signed for you. until it was seonghyeon, you couldn't believe what you saw. no way... did this pretty boy just left you his kakao id for you to keep in touch with him? little did he know that you were three years older than him? no, you couldn't do that. not to someone who's younger than you. after all, you were just a fan who had fun today.
afraid to prolong your feelings, you closed the album and tucked it on your bookshelf. what had made you gone this far though, you thought. an idol, younger than you, with a college student in this tangled unknown feelings? where did your ‘girls just want to have fun’ had escalated to? you didn't have the answer, so you just let your feelings went away like that...
until only god knew for how long it would last.
do not plagiarize | heymaaaartin © 2026.
₊ ⊹ ᯓ hopeless – e. sh
after the fansign, you and seonghyeon have developed feelings towards each other. but the constant texting, flirting and secret sneak outs have somehow led to something that both of you need to pay for.
› idol! seonghyeon x college student! reader
› flirting, comfort, skinships, age gap, slight angst at the end.
› wc : 7.5k
› a/n : hello! thank you for your support on my first writing before. so here comes the next chapter of girls just want to have fun. enjoy! <3
“Are you for real bro?”
Martin asks Seonghyeon for god knows how many times about him being serious in searching for you.
Seonghyeon on the other hand, is planning to sneak out from the practice room alone just to find you.
He is very sure that it is you, three days ago at the same place as he was.
Seonghyeon was busy searching some clothes on the rack at his favorite thrift shop together with Keonho. He heard the front door rang, signaling new customers just entered the shop. Two girls were laughing at some videos on the phone while walking straight to the women section.
His ears perked to the sound of that one laughing voice. He trailed off his way to the voice, just to prove that he was true.
Before he could act dumb, Keonho retracted his right hand to pull Seonghyeon to the exit as their manager had called to go back to their dorm. They needed to leave for a rush schedule that evening.
Upon leaving, Seonghyeon caught a glimpse of how the girl's hair blew swiftly when the wind was playing like a paid actor revealing her side profile.
It's you!
His breath hitched after your face got revealed. You looked just the same, except that you were getting thinner than before. The pastel pink puffy jacket looked big on you, but nevertheless you never failed to amaze him with your visual.
The loud thump of Juhoon's new book falls from the table takes his train of thoughts back into the practice room. Breath rags, hands nervous — he cannot control his urge to look out for you anymore.
“Okay listen, I know this may sound crazy but I can handle it. Trust me". Martin snorts once he hears it from the younger one.
He does not seem very sure about how to let this thing off but he believes in Seonghyeon. Above all, Martin has known him for such a long time than the rest of the members.
He knows that Seonghyeon will not do something dumb. At least.
“Don't be late. We still have a video shoot at the dorm for the christmas tree deco".
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The winter wind blows steadily into Seonghyeon's face, making him rubs his hands to make it warmer. The walk to the thrift shop is quite short as he arrives at the same time a girl touches the knob as him. He retracts his hand in reflex and looks at the person.
Holy shit. It's you. Hundred percent!
On the other side, you are already stunned at the boy beside you. “Oh my god hi!”, you beam at the young boy cheerfully with a sweet smile. He reciprocates with a shock on his face, but happy to finally see you.
Seonghyeon, being the gentleman pulls over the door and lets you in first. “It's you, and I can't believe my eyes”. He can never miss a single second not to look at you. Damn, he misses you. So much.
“I'm still waiting for you to hit my kakao chat after the fansign though”, Seonghyeon continues to talk while fidgeting on a jacket that he randomly takes from the rack.
You chuckle at his remark, as you stride over to the women section. He follows closely behind you, afraid that you might disappear once again. “I'm sorry for not texting you earlier, but isn't it wrong for us to do this?”
Seonghyeon does not feel attacked by your question, instead he brushes it off. He stands closer to you, trapping you in between the racks. He inches himself next to your left side, “I don't play when it comes to someone I'm dying to know about.” Oh! He sounds very serious.
“Beg me Mr. Pretty Face”, you snickered at him with a cheesy smile. Bold— is the only word that pops to his mind, making him flutters.
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Here you are, sitting in front of him with both legs colliding to each other at a coffee shop that only he knows. You swear that you have always been the expert one when it comes to coffee shops, from the endless cafe hopping with your best friend, but this one is totally not in your radar.
“So, what makes Mr. Pretty Face dying to know about me?” You sip your favourite hot caramel latte that leaves some traces on your lips. Seonghyeon's right hand reflexes at the sight and wipes your mouth with a napkin absentmindedly. That fast action almost makes your heart drops and blush creeps up your cheeks.
“Drop the nickname or else I will call you mine the next time we hangout. I've been wanting to ask your full name and what do you do for a living ever since at the fansign.” He asks you in just one breath, making him rubs his hands nervously.
“What do you mean our next hangout? Oh my god, did the pretty Seonghyeon from Cortis just ask me out?” You fake a gasp at him. He rolls his eyes at your drama, can't believe that you are flirting with him too.
You play along with him, giving out your full name and that you are in your second year of college. “I'm older than you, if that makes you happy now. I don't think it is acceptable for you to hit on someone's that is old enough to be your noona.”
He, on the other hand, doesn't give any reactions to your answers. Instead, he slowly grabs your right hand and rubs your knucles softly. “Look, I'm not searching for someone to be mine, yet. But, we can always start with being friends first, right?”
The coffee and thrift shop adventures end on a good term, with you finally text him telling that you have arrived at your dorm safely. Which means — he wins in making you hit his kakao chat on the day that he can never forget.
“Bro, I can sense that the spring has started, right before the winter ends hell nah!” James teases when he sees Seonghyeon with stupid grins plastered on his face while texting you in their studio.
“Eom Seonghyeon! You better get your ass here before I smack you with this guitar!” Well, Seonghyeon is too caught up replying to you when Martin is already on his way to him, only to receive a laughing fit from Keonho and Juhoon.
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new year's eve
12:00 am
sappy hyeon^^ :
happy new year, beautiful! dream of me ;)
It's new year's morning. You wake up to the sound of birds chirping on the window sill. While rustling the fluffy warm blanket, your hand searches for your phone on the side table. One text message from the almighty Eom Seonghyeon.
The two of you have been texting since the day of your short coincidence coffee date, making Seonghyeon looks like a cute puppy that yearns for an attention from the owner.
07:33 am
you :
happy new year to you too, sappy boy!
thank god i had a good sleep without any nighmares ;P
Your witty reply has been received by the reader and the three typing dots appear in the chat room.
7:42 am
sappy hyeon^^ :
hey!
do i look like a nightmare to you?
ok now im sad on my new year morning :(
7:55 am
you :
awww!
im sorry pretty boy
want to make up to an ice cream date?
on me! ;)
i'll text you the place later
8:03am
sappy hyeon ^^ :
cool!
i don't have any schedules for today
see you!
dress warmly, whiny girl!
A smile appears on your face, while reading the text from Seonghyeon. Can he not play the sappy role this early? Your heart can't take it anymore. You make your bed neatly and walk to the shower stall to freshen up and get ready, with a giddy heart.
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Seonghyeon arrives earlier than you at the ice cream cafe together with a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. He doesn't know what has gotten into him to be this bold, but he just wants to make you feel special today.
A sound of bell ringing disrupts his own thought, making him glance at the entrance. There you are, always with your favourite soft pink puffy jacket on. He still remembers that one night, you were being whiny over the chill air while you both took a walk around your college. You were so cute that night, he thought.
“I'm sorry for being late. My roommate has something urgent to do so I gotta help her”. You put away your jacket on the chair next to your seat, which makes you sit in front of Seonghyeon.
You take a glance at the flowers, making him hands the bouquet to you. “For you. I just pick some fresh white peonies on my way here. Hope you like it”.
The flowers exchange hands and you eye him mischievously with a soft thank you to him. This sweet boy.
Seonghyeon clears his throat, cheeks are already red as he tugs his face mask in a haste.
The ice cream date sails smooth, with Seonghyeon mostly does the talks sharing about his upcoming schedules and events. The Golden Disk Awards is just around the corner and he has a full week of practice for it.
Meanwhile, your thoughts are wandered while scooping some ice cream from the cup. You do enjoy the date as whole, listening to whatever that comes out from Seonghyeon's pretty mouth. This whole situation is making you fall harder for him, the same goes to Seonghyeon.
It is just that both of you are too scared to admit for whatever feelings that come across between you two. Because, someday you know that this is wrong. Totally wrong.
••••••••••
It is already the thirteenth day of January and the constant flirting between you and Seonghyeon make you feel like you have developed strong feelings towards him. So deep that you already have plans on surprising him for his birthday tonight.
The plan is to have a bbq dinner with Seonghyeon and his members at an almost hidden diner near your college that provides a bigger private space. But the surprise is — their manager will bring them out for a dinner and you tag along without Seonghyeon knows about it.
13th January 2026
08:34 am
you :
bappy hirthday, pretty boy!
stay cool and sappy always :P
Seonghyeon's phone lights up knowing that it must be from you wishing his birthday. He cannot believe that he is receiving a birthday wish from someone he has already considered as special in his seventeen years of life.
08:53 am
sappy hyeon ^^ :
thanks, but i'll start calling you mine today
fullstop! :p
Later that night, the manager is ready to play his crucial role for not letting Seonghyeon knows any of the plans. The rest of the members are already in their car to move to the diner.
“Aww! I feel like we are going out for an annual family dinner on birthdays!”
Keonho cracks the silence with his loud voice, only to receive chuckles from Martin and Juhoon. James is in his own world with earbuds on, meanwhile Seonghyeon seems too caught up in his own thoughts.
••••••••••
The diner is not too occupied but still, there are a quite number of people that probably recognize the boys as soon as they arrive. You are still on your way, donning another cute outfit — pink waffle shirt with black pants and soft pink ballet flats. A cake from a nearest bakery too has been secured in your hand while walking to the diner.
James hears a soft knock on the window, making him clicks the door button to slide open. You greet the boys and casually sit next to Martin. The plan is still going okay, knowing Seonghyeon has no doubts at all when he enters the diner together with Juhoon and Keonho.
While in the diner, Seonghyeon pouts the whole time as Juhoon and Keonho have warned him not to lay a finger on anything since it is his birthday.
“The beef is burnt! Bro, just let me do this!” Seonghyeon fumes seeing the beef has turned black on the grill. More and more aniya come out from his mouth making Juhoon laughs at him.
In the car, Martin and James are still on a serious debate for the position of the candles. You let out a chuckle and take the candles from Martin's hands to put it on the cake. James look attentively at your actions. “Now that looks like a girl's touch! Okay, we are good to go now.”
As soon as the three of you step into the diner, their manager slowly takes his leave while signaling Keonho to get ready for the main part. The cake is already in Martin's care and you hide behind James. The door to the private room opens widely with the help of the manager.
Seonghyeon grins at the sight of Martin bringing the cake with the lighted candles. The happy birthday song blasts loudly in the room with Keonho's and James' voices, together with you. Seonghyeon's ears perk at the faint sound of a girl's voice behind James.
Your talent for hiding behind James, following the outline of his silhouete is busted when Seonghyeon catches the sight of your soft pink ballet flats behind James' black Converse. There is a shock look on his face knowing that it is impossible to drag you into this fiasco. James finally reveals yourself by stepping aside, acting like he is presenting his 'birthday gift' to Seonghyeon, which is you with a ribbon headband that Martin puts on your head.
Right after everyone has taken their sit, which makes you sit next to the birthday boy, Martin thanks you for planning this whole birthday dinner for the members. Knowing that Seonghyeon has fallen so hard for you, he can see that his friend looks happier than before. But, he somehow acknowledges that this will not stay the same in the future. He knows that very well.
Meanwhile, Seonghyeon's hands just can't stay to himself when he purposely holds your hand under the table. You are shocked at that sudden contact but still manage to stay calm, not to scare others. You give him a questioning look but only to receive a smirk from him knowing that you are such a sucker for his flirty antics.
“Thank you for being the biggest birthday present ever, pretty girl.” Well, the whisper that tickles your left ear makes you choke on your green tea. You pinch his arm playfully and Seonghyeon can only laugh it away.
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Few weeks after the birthday dinner, the boys are back being busy with their schedules and upcoming comeback practices and shoots. While you, on another side of the world, are drowning in tests, projects and assignments that need to catch up to the deadlines.
The constant texting and flirting between you and Seonghyeon has drawn into a distance that only both of you can register for what it is now. You can never deny your feelings for him anymore after all the things that happen between you two.
Long texts and good night wishes have become short and sometimes, no wishes at all. You have already sensed that this kind of situation will happen but not this soon, right after all the giddiness both of you felt on that birthday dinner. Of course you are sad with what is happening to both of you now, but you cannot force him to feel the same way as you do.
On one night near the end of February, while you are out having a group dinner with your friends, your phone screen lights up showing a text from Martin.
Behind the text bubble, there is a photo of you and Seonghyeon hand in hand standing next to each other outside the diner as your lockscreen. You smile faintly at the photo knowing that you are kind of missing him a little bit too much right now.
8:23pm
the 6'3 friend :
hey! sorry to disturb you, but can we meet tomorrow?
i really have something to make it clear to you
i'll text you the cafe address later
Your eyes have lingered on the screen for quite long making your best friend nudges you to bring back your thought to reality.
“Hey! Is everything okay?” Nayla is worried by looking at your expression that has turned into someone who has just seen a ghost. You just nod weakly and give her a small smile. Almost flat.
Your instinct has finally kicked in, signalling that there must be something wrong among the boys. Or between you and him. You reply to the leader as fast as possible agreeing to his request. Later, another ping shows a reply from Martin with the address for tomorrow.
••••••••••
Meanwhile at the dorm, Seonghyeon has been grumpy all day long after a heated discussion with their manager and all of his members.
“I don't think we need to make him forgetting her like nothing has happened since the last fansign. I can see that he still manage to focus on the practices and schedules without failing though, he seems dedicated as always.” Martin backs up to the manager, making a point to defend Seonghyeon about you.
“It's not about him losing focus, this is all about his reputation and he cannot keeps on sneaking out late at nights to see her. People will still able to bump into them, sooner or later. The rumours spread faster than you know.” The manager sighs heavily, even he also doesn't want to hurt the boys. Especially Seonghyeon.
Nonetheless, it is his duty to take care of them and their images in order for them to stay relevant in the industry. The world is even more scary for anyone who are in the same career as them.
Seonghyeon has lost his will to open his mouth, he really wants to defend what he has with you. He knows that he has not declared anything yet, but he still wants you to be a part of his life. He doesn't care about the age gap or anything else. You are his muse.
James as the eldest, can only throw him a soft look knowing that the younger one is having a breakdown right now. James somehow has also grown fond of you, not to mention being the same age as him too.
••••••••••
The next day, you have arrived earlier than Martin at the cafe that he mentions last night. You take a seat at a table of four near the corner, making it less visible from the others. The door bell rings showing the tall leader striding inside with someone next to him. Both of them are wearing masks for the disguise.
You take a glance at the boy next to Martin, recognizing the walking style makes your heart aches with the rapid pumps. It's Seonghyeon. You try to act cool but your hands are shaking at that moment.
Two of them take the seats in front of you, making Seonghyeon sits face to face with you. He lowers down his mask, flashing a soft smile and his hand quickly holds onto yours. You squeeze his hand fondly, showing how you have missed his touch so much.
“How have you been doing?” You ask him without any further. “I'm good and I miss you. So much, it hurts”.
You can only nod and smile with teary eyes hearing his voice. Your breath hitches at his reply, making Martin feels the burden to convey what they have been discussed yesterday.
“Is everything okay at the college? Does anyone take your pens without you knowing ever again?” You chuckle at his sudden joke, remembering that one time you told him with whiny tones that someone stole your pens from your pouch.
“College's fine and Nayla has already bought a pack of new pens for me saying that she can't stand me being like a five year old kid crying for an ice cream”. Seonghyeon and Martin let out a laugh at your facial expressions while talking about the stolen pens.
••••••••••
The dim lights in the cafe have made the meet up kind of heavy and burdensome. Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift plays in the background as if like this is the last meet up that you will ever have. Martin swallows a lump in his throat before he starts.
“As someone who is very supportive towards the members and both of you being together, I want to clear up things between you and Seonghyeon. I am sorry to tell you that you two can no longer be sneaking out to meet privately as what we have discussed with the manager. But you can still text him though, to continue the mutual feelings that both of you have.”
Hearing that, your eyes once again feel hot and tears start to form on the brims. Seonghyeon catches the slight shift in your expressions, he knows that you are having mixed feelings with what Martin has said just now. His hand feels warm on yours, and in that moment you excuse yourself to the washroom for a while. Seeing the sudden change in you, Martin tells Seonghyeon to follow and comfort you.
Right before you push the door to the ladies, Seonghyeon pulls your arm gently and hugs you. That moment, your tears break and you cry in his embrace loud and clear to his ears. He pats your head softly, rubs your back repeatedly so that you feel calm and steady.
Both of you stay like that for few seconds, making you stop the cry and take a look at him. Seonghyeon looks down at you and wipes your tears with his thumbs. His sudden action makes your heart warm and you smile at him with a soft sorry. He chuckles at your cute puffy face and tells you to go inside and have some times for yourself.
You pull open the door only to find that Seonghyeon is still there waiting for you. He smiles at you and retracts your hands into his, making you stand in front of him. You give him a sweet smile despite having red swollen eyes.
“I know the moment I saw you at the fansign, I only want you and only you. Please tell me that you feel the same as I do.” Seonghyeon has finally confessed for what he feels.
“Yes, I do. I do have a feeling for you too, Hyeon. But we cannot do this. Our worlds are not the same. You already have fans out there, perhaps in this cafe too. They might see us like this.”
Seonghyeon refuses to believe what he hears from you. “I'm sorry, but we indeed live in two different worlds. You are an idol, Hyeon. I am just a college girl who is trying to finish my degree.” Your hands are already on his nape to soothe him.
He can only nod, almost heavily for the reality that knocks between both of you. He realizes that with his schedules coming up, busier than before will only make the situation harder. For you and for him.
“As far as I want to pursue things with you, but I know I can't be the selfish one in the group. I'm sorry too for starting all this.” He says his final decision to you, in a sad tone. You can only smile at him, but it's crushing inside you too.
••••••••••
Both of you make your way back to the table after your final moments together. You can see that Martin is busy texting with someone, the manager perhaps, not knowing that you have seated in front of him while Seonghyeon sits next to you. He then looks up to the two of you and flashes a faint smile. The manager has already waited in the car, so the three of you walk outside together.
As soon as you see the manager in the window, you bow at him and he lowers down the glass. He smiles at you and gives you an assuring nod telling you that everything is going to be okay. Martin, later gives you a short side hug and says that he will take care of Seonghyeon and the members.
You also feel kind of sad that you can no longer hang out with your 6'3 friend anymore after this. Not to mention that you have already missed James, Juhoon and Keonho. You feel like you have found a new set of friends, except that they are cooler and funnier than your college friends.
Meanwhile, Seonghyeon feels like he doesn't want to let everything go right now. He feels heavy as his hands tighten in yours. You look straight into his orbs and rub his cheeks fondly. He leans into your touch.
“All the best to you, Hyeon. Go make your parents proud of you. Don't worry, you are always going to be my one and only sappy boy.” Minding to that words, he laughs at your face and it makes your heart warm a little.
“Thank you for the past few months of being a part of my life. I can never forget you, my cute pink lover. We can always hit the kakao chat to talk, right? Please don't forget me, your number one sappy boy, okay?”
Your tears once again start to form and you give him a final hug. A tight one, knowing that you can no longer meet him like this ever again.
Seonghyeon snucks into your neck, inhaling your scent for the very last time. He rubs your back softly and you finally let him go. His pinky finger tugs at yours then heavily lets you go to take his steps into the car.
••••••••••
Back in your dorm, Nayla comforts you with endless hugs and soothing words. Telling you that you can always text him if you miss him, call him when you want to hear his voice, facetime him when you want to see his face so bad.
But the question is, for how long can both of you last for that kind of communication? You have learned that distance kills, and hopeless.
Knowing that his life is different than yours, you can never bear with it for that long. Deep down, you remind yourself that you are just a fan and he is an idol.
Few weeks after that last meet up with him, you have finally found your time to heal and adapt to the fact that you are no longer his priority anymore. He is booked and busy all the time, and you truly understand that.
The change in times when you text him and his replies make you feel like, maybe it is better that way. After all, you are just a girl who wants to have fun in your life too. You have your own path, and so does him.
Even so, you can never ever forget that first sweet encounter with Eom Seonghyeon. For once, you feel like it is the happiest phase that you have experienced in your twenty years of life.
Those moments with him are meant to be treasured in your heart and mind. He is, and will always be your first, and maybe your last. You thought.
do not plagiarize | heymaaaartin © 2026.
₊˚✩彡. home — e. martin
when martin only travels to find peace and heal, and that place is you.
› producer! martin x model! reader
› est. relationship, comfort, fluff, skinships, kissing, petnames
› wc : 1.7k
♬ maroon — taylor swift . thinking 'bout you — stella lefty
› a/n : hello! thank you for the massive support on this blog. so here is a new one for martin. this is basically inspired by a clip of him saying that he only wants to travel home to rest. hope to see more reactions from you who dropped by so please enjoy! <3
••••••••••••••••••
The morning rays shine so fast that you couldn't get a good sleep at all.
Humidifier buzzes next to your bed, making you groan lazily while searching for your phone only to find no text from him.
Maybe he is busy so you just shrug it off and lock the phone again.
Another photoshoot is coming in your way for the day, so you hastily make your bed and goes straight to the shower to freshen up.
You remembered that you went all out for last night's shoot, came back home late and made you kind of lost your track of time.
You can only pray that today's schedule will be a short one so that you can spend more time relaxing for the weekend.
Being a model, and that you are on your peak now has made you who you are today. One of the most booked models in Korea.
You kind of love all the vast opportunities given to you in the industry as it has always been your passion and dream since you were little.
••••••••••••••••••
On another side of the globe, Martin is still at the studio with the other members of the same label. As a producer, he always spends most of his time at the studio making tracks and beats.
He checks his phone to look at the time, wondering if you are awake.
Fingers twitching to send you a text but he brushes it off not doing it, afraid to disturb you and slowly continues to work on what he has on the table.
Long distance relationship sucks, he thinks. Knowing that he is so bad at the time difference.
He sometimes misses your facetimes and calls but he never forgets to make it up to you later with updates and random selfies daily.
That was his promise to you.
Martin is someone who does not know how to take breaks, someone who likes to make things done in proper ways.
He always loves music since he was a kid.
Not to mention that his parents are very supportive of him pursuing what he wants, even if it means to move abroad and reside in LA.
So do you. You are his biggest supporter.
When both of you have decided to choose passion over everything, promises are made upon following each other's dreams.
Trust and be understanding.
These two have been upholding your relationship with Martin, even if you both are thousand miles away from each other.
To trust and to understand— no hidden or unsettled feelings so that a healthy relationship is established.
••••••••••••••••••
“Bro, I think let's call it a day! Everything is done and we just need to do rechecking after the label has approved.”
Martin's co-producer, Sean finally breaks the silence in a meeting session with the singer they work with.
Martin throws an understood nod and gets ready to leave the studio for a flight in the evening.
He is flying back to where he belongs for two weeks off. A surprise visit for his girl, and he definitely cannot wait to see your reactions.
As the plane lands safely in Incheon, Martin goes straight to the luggage section and walks through the airport to the exit to hail a cab.
Address passes on to the driver, Martin feels excited yet nervous to give you a surprise at your apartment.
Upon arriving at your front door, he easily types in the key codes that you have shared once before.
0120.
A simple one, which is the combination of your birth dates together with his. He smiles at your sweet thoughts for making it like he is with you all the time.
••••••••••••••••••
The sound of the last click of the camera shows that your schedule for today is over.
All crews including the creative director thank you for the good work and leave with satisfied smiles plastered on their faces.
Your manager packs all the things, including the takeouts and drives you home without any delays.
On your way back, you once again check your phone just to find no updates from him for today.
Is he okay? You let out a heavy huff making your manager looks at your reflection on the rear mirror.
“You good?” Your manager asks concernly.
“Yeah, I guess so. It's just that I haven't received any updates from Martin for the day though.” Hm.
It feels weird, you think.
“Maybe he's busy today. You know that your man is totally all out making that dollar bills right." The manager somehow tries to lessen the worry in you, making a joke.
Well at least she tries.
You smile weakly at her, knowing that she just wants to cheer you up.
Maroon by Taylor Swift fills the ambience with its melancholic tunes.
It is your favourite song, the one that you recommend Martin to listen to, whenever you miss him.
Including today.
••••••••••••••••••
Martin literally makes your apartment as his, like a muscle memory.
He does your laundry, cleans your kitchen, arranges here and there in the living room.
Everything seems to fall into its regular place and he nods lightly with an elated bloom in his heart. His mother must be proud of him, he thinks.
The air-fryer dings right at the moment you click in the key codes, making Martin startles at both of the sounds.
He hides in rush behind the fridge to surprise you, making his height protrudes above the fridge's half door.
Thank god that your fridge is almost 6'3 too.
After you take off your heels and place it on the shoe rack, you stride over to the kitchen to have a glass of cold water.
The food smells nice, but you don't remember heating it before you leave though.
The second you close the door of the fridge, you are stunned to see the very well known strands of spiky hair behind it.
“Hey baby”
Martin wiggles his brows at you with a witty smile and moves to give you a hug.
“Oh my god, Martin!” You jump into his hug like a koala.
He hugs you tightly. Head snucks into your neck, inhaling your familiar sweet and flowery scent.
“I miss you so much you know!”
“I'm so sorry for not texting you today. Just want to give you a little surprise. How is my girl doing?”
You hit his chest playfully and Martin lets out a hurtful chuckle at your sudden attack.
“I am not fine at all.” You huff.
“Oh?”
“I came back late last night, had to sleep for just few hours, only to check my phone every single minute for no updates from you.” You pout at him.
You let out all of that in just one breath making Martin cups your cheeks and kisses your pouty lips casually.
Not a rush one, but enough to linger.
That shuts your rambles in a split second.
“Hey! That's not fair.”
••••••••••••••••••
After the love-hate banter, both of you enjoy the dinner, or more like snacking time while watching a comedy series in the living room.
“How's work in LA?”
You play with his hair absentmindedly, while he takes one of your dumplings from your plate to have a bite of it.
“Everything is good. Sean is very creative and fun to work with. His partner sometimes brings us some homecooked meals too. But I kinda missed my girl's cheese toast.”
You blurt out a small laugh.
“It's just a simple toast with a cheese inside, you can always make one even with eyes closed.”
“No! It tastes weird every time I made it.”
“Well maybe the cheese is expired bro!”
“First, don't bro me. Second, it's just that it doesn't have the same taste as yours.”
He lets out a sigh.
“Okay big baby Tinnie. My apologies for bro-ing you. I'll make you one tomorrow.”
You cup his cheeks and peck him on the lips.
You know that Martin loves homecooked meals so much. He must be missing his mom's cookings so bad.
“Yes! Thanks babe.” He winks.
You smile softly at his reply, pleased to finally hear his voice at your place.
The voice that you have been missing, so much.
••••••••••••••••••
Martin leans his back to the sofa, sneaking a hand around your waist that is strong enough to pull you into his chest.
Then, he looks down at you. Those brown orbs linger on yours for quite too long. You very much know that soft gaze immediately.
The one that always appears after the burnout days spent in the studio, not to mention the long distance that you both had.
The one where he gets calm and serene around you, like just being next to you is enough to make all his weariness fades away.
The one that also yearns for heal, and peace.
You tuck your chin under his, making him rubs circles on your waist under the fabric of your silk pyjama.
You melt into his touch.
Both of you indulge in the intimacy, letting the time ticks slowly.
The living room falls quieter than before, only the faint sound of the humidifier breaks through the silence.
Your warmth envelops his torso, making him feels comfortable in your cuddle.
“Glad that I take my two weeks off and get to spend more time with you. Being here, in your embrace, totally feels like home.”
And with that simple, yet meaningful words.
You know that you are his favourite place, the one that he is used and always, to call home.
do not plagiarize | heymaaaartin © 2026.
THAI FOOD! seonghyeon
SYNOPIS: Seonghyeon eats at James family-owned restaurant, what he doesn’t know is that James has a beautiful younger sister.
CONTAINS: seonghyeon x fem!reader smau language flirting jealousy(if you squint) funny idk bruh js read it😭😭
UGHHH THIS IS JS SO CUTE 😭😭💔
MARTIN for 'Blue Lips' Official MV Photo Sketch
my emo teenboi 🖤🩶🖤🩶
Never Let Go
Kim Ryul x 5th Fem Member!Reader
"You and Ryul were inseparable. Late nights together talking shits about the show you're watching, those drunk nights where he would take care of you, or the extra time you'd spent together after practice. But one misunderstanding and an argument ruined it all." ✧Inspired by "Never Let Go - LGNSHOT"✧
Wc: 3.2k
Warnings: Angst (with happy ending), Arguments, Curse words, Kinda suggestive at the end.
────── ✧˚ ༘⋆。Arc𓂃˖₊⊹ ──────
You didn't know what went wrong.
Ryul is more distant toward you, his eyes don't meet yours whenever you talk, and he seems to be avoiding you if you're in the same room with him.
No more spending time together from 2 am til morning, no more going to the cafe near the studio after practice. It feels like he's going farther away from you intentionally.
MY HEART GOES 💔💔💕💕🥰🥰
customer service
⋆˚꩜。 pizza delivery guy!martin x fem!reader .✦ ݁˖ in which the pizza is not the reason martin keeps showing up ⋆˚࿔ fluff! kissing! ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ enjoy!💗
every friday, the pizza place called ‘panic! at the pizzeria’ would call martin in when things got too busy.
he was delivering pizzas every friday.
including yours. especially yours.
he didn't actually work there. everybody knew that. the manager. the workers. even martin. what nobody ever knew, was that every friday, martin stayed a little longer than he was supposed to, while you just got a free pizza. nobody knew that even now, you were kissing him on your bed.
your parents loved that pizza place. they’d order a pizza every now and then just because. now that your parents were out for dinner, as usual, martin showed up with a pizza box tucked under one arm and that stupid pizzeria hat on his head.
"you look ridiculous” you told him.
"nice to see you too."
not even five minutes later, the pizza was forgotten downstairs.
you were upstairs in your bedroom, sitting so close to him on your bed while he looked far too pleased with himself. the kiss was soft.
one of his hands settled at your waist immediately, steadying you against him. the other slid up your back, warm through your shirt. he was so confident.
your fingers disappeared into his hair delicately.
which, unfortunately for him, completely ruined whatever effort he'd put into fixing it.
martin groaned against your lips.
"there goes my hair."
"you literally work at a pizza place."
"how do you think i get tips from divorced moms?”
you kissed him again before he could complain.
his hand tightened at your back, pulling you a little closer until there was barely any space left between you. your heart did an embarrassing little flip every time he looked at you like that. like he couldn't decide whether he wanted to tease you or kiss you.
usually both.
the room felt warm and quiet.
the kind of cozy that made it easy to lose track of time. which was why neither of you noticed the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. at least, not at first.
you pulled away suddenly.
martin groaned. “ugh, why did you-“
“shh!” you pressed a finger to his lips
“girl, c’mon, it was getting good-“ he said softly as he was pulling on your arm.
“shh, martin!” you whisper shouted.
“what- what are you doing?” he asked, confused.
“i think my parents are here.” you whispered, your heart racing fast.
martin chuckled and cradled your cheek with his thumb, soothing you. “baby, relax. there’s no one here-“
and that’s when the bedroom door swung open. you froze. martin froze. your mother stared. your father stared. then your mother blinked and pointed at him.
"honey...why is the pizza delivery guy inside your bedroom?"
martin still had one hand on your waist.
“uhh… customer service?” he said.
— ᨳଓ . a/n: heyyy guyss! i thought i should post this while working on chapter 4 of “still into you”🫶🏻
can yall tell that this was inspired by that one hamzah video where he was delivering pizzas in a music video😛 i am not the same after that
IMMA HAVE MY PIZZA WITH MARTIN IN MY HEAD FROM NOW ON IDC IDC 😩😭
he’s so cute, he should live in my pocket
₊˚✩彡. home — e. martin
when martin only travels to find peace and heal, and that place is you.
› producer! martin x model! reader
› est. relationship, comfort, fluff, skinships, kissing, petnames
› wc : 1.7k
♬ maroon — taylor swift . thinking 'bout you — stella lefty
› a/n : hello! thank you for the massive support on this blog. so here is a new one for martin. this is basically inspired by a clip of him saying that he only wants to travel home to rest. hope to see more reactions from you who dropped by so please enjoy! <3
••••••••••••••••••
The morning rays shine so fast that you couldn't get a good sleep at all.
Humidifier buzzes next to your bed, making you groan lazily while searching for your phone only to find no text from him.
Maybe he is busy so you just shrug it off and lock the phone again.
Another photoshoot is coming in your way for the day, so you hastily make your bed and goes straight to the shower to freshen up.
You remembered that you went all out for last night's shoot, came back home late and made you kind of lost your track of time.
You can only pray that today's schedule will be a short one so that you can spend more time relaxing for the weekend.
Being a model, and that you are on your peak now has made you who you are today. One of the most booked models in Korea.
You kind of love all the vast opportunities given to you in the industry as it has always been your passion and dream since you were little.
••••••••••••••••••
On another side of the globe, Martin is still at the studio with the other members of the same label. As a producer, he always spends most of his time at the studio making tracks and beats.
He checks his phone to look at the time, wondering if you are awake.
Fingers twitching to send you a text but he brushes it off not doing it, afraid to disturb you and slowly continues to work on what he has on the table.
Long distance relationship sucks, he thinks. Knowing that he is so bad at the time difference.
He sometimes misses your facetimes and calls but he never forgets to make it up to you later with updates and random selfies daily.
That was his promise to you.
Martin is someone who does not know how to take breaks, someone who likes to make things done in proper ways.
He always loves music since he was a kid.
Not to mention that his parents are very supportive of him pursuing what he wants, even if it means to move abroad and reside in LA.
So do you. You are his biggest supporter.
When both of you have decided to choose passion over everything, promises are made upon following each other's dreams.
Trust and be understanding.
These two have been upholding your relationship with Martin, even if you both are thousand miles away from each other.
To trust and to understand— no hidden or unsettled feelings so that a healthy relationship is established.
••••••••••••••••••
“Bro, I think let's call it a day! Everything is done and we just need to do rechecking after the label has approved.”
Martin's co-producer, Sean finally breaks the silence in a meeting session with the singer they work with.
Martin throws an understood nod and gets ready to leave the studio for a flight in the evening.
He is flying back to where he belongs for two weeks off. A surprise visit for his girl, and he definitely cannot wait to see your reactions.
As the plane lands safely in Incheon, Martin goes straight to the luggage section and walks through the airport to the exit to hail a cab.
Address passes on to the driver, Martin feels excited yet nervous to give you a surprise at your apartment.
Upon arriving at your front door, he easily types in the key codes that you have shared once before.
0120.
A simple one, which is the combination of your birth dates together with his. He smiles at your sweet thoughts for making it like he is with you all the time.
••••••••••••••••••
The sound of the last click of the camera shows that your schedule for today is over.
All crews including the creative director thank you for the good work and leave with satisfied smiles plastered on their faces.
Your manager packs all the things, including the takeouts and drives you home without any delays.
On your way back, you once again check your phone just to find no updates from him for today.
Is he okay? You let out a heavy huff making your manager looks at your reflection on the rear mirror.
“You good?” Your manager asks concernly.
“Yeah, I guess so. It's just that I haven't received any updates from Martin for the day though.” Hm.
It feels weird, you think.
“Maybe he's busy today. You know that your man is totally all out making that dollar bills right." The manager somehow tries to lessen the worry in you, making a joke.
Well at least she tries.
You smile weakly at her, knowing that she just wants to cheer you up.
Maroon by Taylor Swift fills the ambience with its melancholic tunes.
It is your favourite song, the one that you recommend Martin to listen to, whenever you miss him.
Including today.
••••••••••••••••••
Martin literally makes your apartment as his, like a muscle memory.
He does your laundry, cleans your kitchen, arranges here and there in the living room.
Everything seems to fall into its regular place and he nods lightly with an elated bloom in his heart. His mother must be proud of him, he thinks.
The air-fryer dings right at the moment you click in the key codes, making Martin startles at both of the sounds.
He hides in rush behind the fridge to surprise you, making his height protrudes above the fridge's half door.
Thank god that your fridge is almost 6'3 too.
After you take off your heels and place it on the shoe rack, you stride over to the kitchen to have a glass of cold water.
The food smells nice, but you don't remember heating it before you leave though.
The second you close the door of the fridge, you are stunned to see the very well known strands of spiky hair behind it.
“Hey baby”
Martin wiggles his brows at you with a witty smile and moves to give you a hug.
“Oh my god, Martin!” You jump into his hug like a koala.
He hugs you tightly. Head snucks into your neck, inhaling your familiar sweet and flowery scent.
“I miss you so much you know!”
“I'm so sorry for not texting you today. Just want to give you a little surprise. How is my girl doing?”
You hit his chest playfully and Martin lets out a hurtful chuckle at your sudden attack.
“I am not fine at all.” You huff.
“Oh?”
“I came back late last night, had to sleep for just few hours, only to check my phone every single minute for no updates from you.” You pout at him.
You let out all of that in just one breath making Martin cups your cheeks and kisses your pouty lips casually.
Not a rush one, but enough to linger.
That shuts your rambles in a split second.
“Hey! That's not fair.”
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After the love-hate banter, both of you enjoy the dinner, or more like snacking time while watching a comedy series in the living room.
“How's work in LA?”
You play with his hair absentmindedly, while he takes one of your dumplings from your plate to have a bite of it.
“Everything is good. Sean is very creative and fun to work with. His partner sometimes brings us some homecooked meals too. But I kinda missed my girl's cheese toast.”
You blurt out a small laugh.
“It's just a simple toast with a cheese inside, you can always make one even with eyes closed.”
“No! It tastes weird every time I made it.”
“Well maybe the cheese is expired bro!”
“First, don't bro me. Second, it's just that it doesn't have the same taste as yours.”
He lets out a sigh.
“Okay big baby Tinnie. My apologies for bro-ing you. I'll make you one tomorrow.”
You cup his cheeks and peck him on the lips.
You know that Martin loves homecooked meals so much. He must be missing his mom's cookings so bad.
“Yes! Thanks babe.” He winks.
You smile softly at his reply, pleased to finally hear his voice at your place.
The voice that you have been missing, so much.
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Martin leans his back to the sofa, sneaking a hand around your waist that is strong enough to pull you into his chest.
Then, he looks down at you. Those brown orbs linger on yours for quite too long. You very much know that soft gaze immediately.
The one that always appears after the burnout days spent in the studio, not to mention the long distance that you both had.
The one where he gets calm and serene around you, like just being next to you is enough to make all his weariness fades away.
The one that also yearns for heal, and peace.
You tuck your chin under his, making him rubs circles on your waist under the fabric of your silk pyjama.
You melt into his touch.
Both of you indulge in the intimacy, letting the time ticks slowly.
The living room falls quieter than before, only the faint sound of the humidifier breaks through the silence.
Your warmth envelops his torso, making him feels comfortable in your cuddle.
“Glad that I take my two weeks off and get to spend more time with you. Being here, in your embrace, totally feels like home.”
And with that simple, yet meaningful words.
You know that you are his favourite place, the one that he is used and always, to call home.
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