synopsis: it all started casually, just sitting besides each other, until ur heart started to think differently pairing: juhoon!x f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 0.5k a/n: as everyone is making a comeback I also needed one, besides that hope y’all like it!song rec: crush by Nct wish
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The problem started on a random Tuesday.
Or well, not exactly the problem.
Juhoon.
Because before him, your days were normal.
Too normal.
Wake up late.
Rush to class.
Complain about homework with your friends.
Go back home.
And that was it.
But then Juhoon started sitting near you in literature class.
And everything got ruined.
Not in a bad way.
Just...
Now your heart had no idea how to behave.
—Got an extra pencil? —he asked one morning.
You didn't even look up right away. You were way too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
—Uh... yeah.
You handed him the pencil, practically throwing it onto his desk.
Wow.
Super normal behavior.
—Thanks. —He gave you a small smile.
And that was enough to completely wreck the rest of your week.
Because after that, you started noticing everything.
The way he laughed quietly when talking to his friends.
The way his fingers tapped against the desk when he was thinking.
The way he said your name like it was nothing, while to you it sounded different every single time.
And the worst part?
You couldn't even call it love.
It was too new.
Too fast.
It was just that weird feeling that showed up every time you saw him walk into the classroom.
That:
oh crap, there he is again.
—You're smiling by yourself —your friend said one day.
—What?
—It's kinda scary. You look like you saw a hot ghost.
You smacked her arm while trying to hide your face.
But she was right.
Because Juhoon was suddenly everywhere.
In your thoughts during class.
In songs you never cared about before.
In those few minutes before falling asleep when you'd stare at the ceiling replaying the dumbest conversations like they were scenes from a movie.
"Thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Did you get the homework?"
Tiny things.
Ridiculously tiny things.
And somehow they still made your stomach do flips.
The most frustrating part was that you had no clue if he thought about you that way too.
Sometimes it felt like he did.
Like when he leaned a little too close to look at your notebook.
Or when he chose the seat next to you even though there were plenty of others.
Or when he'd see you laughing and smile too, even without knowing what the joke was.
But then he'd go back to acting completely normal.
And you'd end up confused.
Again.
—Why are you so quiet today? —Juhoon asked as you walked toward the school gates.
—I'm not quiet.
—Yeah, you are.
You looked at him for barely a second.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy from the wind, and he had that soft expression that somehow made everything inside you speed up.
—I'm just tired —you lied.
—Liar.
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard it almost annoyed you.
How could one word do that to you?
They reached the front gate, and for a moment neither of you said anything.
The air smelled like rain.
Students walked past.
Cars drove by.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the distance.
And somehow, all you could focus on was him.
Juhoon shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking again.
—Hey.
—Hm?
—Sit with me again tomorrow.
So simple.
So casual.
But your heart reacted like he'd just confessed.
—Okay —you answered way too fast.
A small laugh escaped him.
And that's when you realized it.
You weren't in love.
Not yet.
But you were definitely, definitely heading in that direction
synopsis: once ur eyes made contact, neither of you could look away pairing: martin!x f!reader genre: fluff word count: 0.5k a/n: small martin drabble, hope y’all like it!song rec: eyes on you by seventeen
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You don’t even wanna be there.
The music’s way too loud, the lights are messing with your head, and everyone looks like they’re having the time of their lives… except you. You’re just standing there, back against the wall, holding your drink like it’s your only excuse to exist in that room.
Everyone’s moving like nothing matters.
But to you?
Everything kinda does.
You let out a quiet sigh and glance to the side, not really expecting anything—
And then it happens.
Your eyes lock with his.
And suddenly, it’s like the whole party goes low volume. The music’s still blasting, people are still laughing, but it all fades into the background.
Because you’re looking at him.
He’s across the room, but somehow it feels like he’s right there. And he’s staring at you. Like… really staring.
And you can’t look away.
Your heart starts going kinda crazy.
“Why is he looking at me like that?”
You try to break eye contact.
You can’t.
There’s something about him. Something that pulls you in, keeps you stuck there, like looking away would be the wrong move.
A few seconds pass.
Or maybe longer.
You honestly can’t tell.
All you know is—he starts walking toward you.
And with every step, your breathing gets a little more uneven.
You should move. Leave. Do literally anything.
But you don’t.
You just stay there.
Waiting.
When he finally stops in front of you, everything rushes back—the noise, the heat, the lights—but it still feels different.
Closer.
More intense.
—Hey —he says.
His voice is low, kinda soft, but it hits way harder than it should.
You swallow.
—Hey…
There’s a pause, but it’s not awkward.
It’s… something else.
Like there’s a whole conversation happening that neither of you knows how to say out loud.
—I haven’t seen you around before —he says, still looking straight at you.
You shake your head a little.
—I don’t really come to parties like this.
He smirks slightly.
—Yeah… me neither.
And you don’t know why, but you get the feeling he’s lowkey lying.
Still… you don’t care.
Because right now, this? This feels real.
—What’s your name? —he asks.
—Y/N.
He repeats it quietly, like he’s trying to memorize it.
Like it actually matters.
—I’m martin.
You nod, but you don’t say anything else.
Because how are you supposed to explain what you’re feeling?
How do you tell someone you feel like you’ve known them forever?
How do you explain that one look just messed you up in the best, scariest way?
You can’t.
So you don’t try.
You just stand there.
Looking at him.
And somehow, in the middle of all that chaos—music blasting, people everywhere—
synopsis: on the ice, you and james are each others biggest fan pairing: james!x f!reader genre: fluff word count: 0.4k a/n: yuzuru hanyu reference guys 🙌 , hope y’all like it!song rec: biggest fan by Irene
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The cold has always been your thing.
But today, it feels different.
The arena is packed, lights blinding, the air buzzing with quiet anticipation. Your name has just been announced, and as you step onto the ice, your heart is going crazy.
This isn’t practice.
This is your competition.
You take your starting position, trying to steady your breathing. For a second, everything fades—the judges, the crowd, the pressure.
Until—
—LET’S GO, BABY, YOU GOT THIS!
You freeze for half a second.
That voice.
You don’t even need to look.
James.
Of course it’s him.
Probably the loudest person in the entire arena.
A tiny smile pulls at your lips before the music starts.
He’s here.
That’s all you need.
You skate.
And it’s like everything clicks.
Every jump lands clean. Every spin feels effortless. You move like the ice was made just for you, like the music lives inside you.
And somewhere in the middle of it all, you catch a glimpse of him.
Standing.
Watching you like you’re the only thing in the world.
When the music ends, you hit your final pose, chest rising and falling fast.
For a split second—
Silence.
And then the arena erupts.
Applause. Cheers. Noise everywhere.
But over all of that?
—THAT’S MY GIRL!!
You actually laugh, breathless, eyes immediately finding him.
James is practically losing it—clapping, yelling, looking way too proud for someone who didn’t just skate his heart out.
Your heart does this stupid little flip.
Yeah.
That’s your boy.
Later, the rink is quiet again.
Back to familiar.
You glide across the ice like earlier that morning, letting everything settle.
And right on cue—
—You killed it. Like… actually insane.
You roll your eyes, smiling as you slow down.
—You were way too loud.
—Nah, I wasn’t loud enough.
You turn to face him, leaning slightly on the barrier.
He’s there, like always—hockey jacket, messy hair, that look in his eyes that makes your chest feel warm even in freezing air.
James is your biggest fan.
More than any coach. More than any judge.
He doesn’t just see your performance.
He sees you.
The nerves. The effort. The way you care too much and pretend you don’t.
And he loves all of it.
—Your game today, right? —you ask, nodding at his uniform.
He shrugs, but you can tell he’s already locked in.
—Big one.
You tilt your head, studying him.
Because you’re not just any girl in the crowd either.
You know what this means to him. You’ve seen the bruises, the frustration, the determination.
You know that when he steps on the ice…
He gives everything.
—Then you better go off —you say, crossing your arms.
He smirks.
That smirk.
—You gonna be there?
You scoff.
—Obviously.
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The arena later is chaos.
Louder. Rougher. Faster.
But just like him earlier—
You only see James.
He moves sharp, aggressive, completely in his element. Hits, passes, speed—it’s all there.
And then—
Goal.
The crowd explodes.
But you’re already screaming.
—JAMES!!
And just like before—
He finds you.
In the middle of everyone.
Like it’s instinct.
Your eyes lock, and suddenly it’s not about the game, the crowd, or anything else.
It’s just you and him.
Always.
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After the game, you’re waiting outside the locker room, still wearing his jacket.
When he comes out, hair damp, cheeks flushed, you don’t even hesitate.
—You were insane out there.
—Yeah? —he steps closer.
—Always are.
He looks at you for a second, softer now.
—It’s easier to play when I know you’re watching.
You smile, stepping closer too.
—Same.
A quiet pause.
Comfortable. Warm.
—You really screamed that loud? —you tease.
He grins.
—You kidding? I almost lost my voice.
You laugh, shaking your head.
—You’re embarrassing.
—And you love it.
…yeah.
You do.
He leans in, resting his forehead against yours.
—My champion.
Your smile softens.
Because it doesn’t matter if it’s your competition or his game.
synopsis: once ur eyes made contact, neither of you could look away pairing: martin!x f!reader genre: fluff word count: 0.5k a/n: small martin drabble, hope y’all like it!song rec: eyes on you by seventeen
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You don’t even wanna be there.
The music’s way too loud, the lights are messing with your head, and everyone looks like they’re having the time of their lives… except you. You’re just standing there, back against the wall, holding your drink like it’s your only excuse to exist in that room.
Everyone’s moving like nothing matters.
But to you?
Everything kinda does.
You let out a quiet sigh and glance to the side, not really expecting anything—
And then it happens.
Your eyes lock with his.
And suddenly, it’s like the whole party goes low volume. The music’s still blasting, people are still laughing, but it all fades into the background.
Because you’re looking at him.
He’s across the room, but somehow it feels like he’s right there. And he’s staring at you. Like… really staring.
And you can’t look away.
Your heart starts going kinda crazy.
“Why is he looking at me like that?”
You try to break eye contact.
You can’t.
There’s something about him. Something that pulls you in, keeps you stuck there, like looking away would be the wrong move.
A few seconds pass.
Or maybe longer.
You honestly can’t tell.
All you know is—he starts walking toward you.
And with every step, your breathing gets a little more uneven.
You should move. Leave. Do literally anything.
But you don’t.
You just stay there.
Waiting.
When he finally stops in front of you, everything rushes back—the noise, the heat, the lights—but it still feels different.
Closer.
More intense.
—Hey —he says.
His voice is low, kinda soft, but it hits way harder than it should.
You swallow.
—Hey…
There’s a pause, but it’s not awkward.
It’s… something else.
Like there’s a whole conversation happening that neither of you knows how to say out loud.
—I haven’t seen you around before —he says, still looking straight at you.
You shake your head a little.
—I don’t really come to parties like this.
He smirks slightly.
—Yeah… me neither.
And you don’t know why, but you get the feeling he’s lowkey lying.
Still… you don’t care.
Because right now, this? This feels real.
—What’s your name? —he asks.
—Y/N.
He repeats it quietly, like he’s trying to memorize it.
Like it actually matters.
—I’m martin.
You nod, but you don’t say anything else.
Because how are you supposed to explain what you’re feeling?
How do you tell someone you feel like you’ve known them forever?
How do you explain that one look just messed you up in the best, scariest way?
You can’t.
So you don’t try.
You just stand there.
Looking at him.
And somehow, in the middle of all that chaos—music blasting, people everywhere—
synopsis: You had always been numeber one, but why did juhoon had to just appear and steal ur place? pairing:juhoon!x !f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 1.1k a/n: FIRST JJU FIC!!! (finally) hope everyone likes it!! thanks to @soobundle1009 for the moodboard <3
All throughout middle school, the name at the top of the leaderboard was always the same: YN. You weren’t the loudest girl in the room or the one throwing parties, and for some reason you never quite got, that made you a target for dirty looks and hallway whispers. But you didn't care. Your safe space was your books and that undefeated #1 spot in the academic rankings.
Until high school hit. And with it, came Juhoon.
Juhoon Park wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t a clout-chaser; in fact, he talked even less than you did. And while you walked the halls with your headphones on to block out the "know-it-all" comments, Juhoon was always surrounded. James and Keonho were constantly dragging him around, Martin was always cracking him up, and Seonghyeon seemed to be his right hand in the study club.
But on the first physics midterm, he beat you by two points. On the literature essay, by three. By the end of the first semester, Seonghyeon—who had always been lowkey okay with being #2—dropped to third, and you, for the first time in your life, were staring at someone else’s back on the Honor Roll.
You hated him. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself so you wouldn't spiral.
What bothered you the most wasn't just that he was an academic weapon in math, but how fast he’d fit in. Within months, Juhoon was part of the school’s most notable clique. You’d see him in the cafeteria surrounded by Martin, Keonho, Seonghyeon, and James. They were laughing and being loud, while Juhoon just nodded or dropped a one-liner that had the whole table losing it. You envied that. You envied that he, being just as quiet and socially awkward as you (maybe even worse), had that support system while you were still the girl in the corner.
"Did you see YN's face?" girls would whisper by the lockers. "She’s literally fuming because Juhoon beat her in Chem again. She’s so intense, it’s giving main character syndrome."
You would clench your fists. You weren’t "intense," it was just the only thing you had. You didn't know how to approach people without it feeling forced. Juhoon, on the other hand, didn't even try. He was incredibly quiet, almost a loner, and yet, everyone loved him.
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The Winter Formal was right around the corner. The halls were flooded with cheesy decorations and over-the-top promposals. Your plan was to spend the night finishing an extra-credit project, ignoring the noise coming from the gym.
You were in the library, the one place Juhoon usually wasn't at with his friends. Or so you thought. Suddenly, the library door swung open. It wasn't a teacher.
It was James, Martin, and Keonho. They walked in pushing a Juhoon who looked way paler than usual. Seonghyeon followed at the back, shaking his head with a "these guys are too much" look on his face.
"Come on, Juhoon! We don't have all day," James whispered, giving him one final shove before the four of them awkwardly ducked behind the bookshelves, leaving Juhoon standing solo in the middle of the aisle.
You froze, pencil mid-air. Juhoon just stood there, staring at his sneakers. The silence lasted so long it was getting straight-up awkward. He was the top of the class, the popular guy, the one who stole your throne... and now it looked like he’d forgotten how to breathe.
"If you're here to ask for today’s notes, forget it. Go ask Seonghyeon," you said, trying to sound gatekeeper-level firm even though your heart was racing.
Juhoon looked up. His eyes were wide, filled with a vulnerability you’d never seen on the ranking list.
"I don't want your notes," he said, his voice a bit raspy. He cleared his throat and took a step forward. "Actually, my notes for this unit are better than yours, don't you think?"
"The audacity!" you snapped, dropping your highlighter. "What do you want then, Kim? You beat me by one point and now you think you're the main character?"
"I only say it to make you mad," he interrupted, and for the first time, you saw a spark of mischief in his eyes. "It’s the only way you actually look at me, YN. I’ve been trying to get you to talk to me for a year, but you're always acting like we're at war. James said if I didn't do this today, Martin would make me do it in front of the whole cafeteria tomorrow."
You were speechless. He was sparking the rivalry on purpose?
"I'm not at war," you lied. "I just... I'm not good at the social thing. Not like you and your friends."
Juhoon let out a dry, almost silent laugh. "They basically 'adopted' me because they saw me sitting alone for three weeks straight. I'm a total disaster at talking to people. James had to write down what I was supposed to say to you on a piece of paper, but I lost it on the way. This is all I have left."
Juhoon pulled a small envelope out of his backpack and slid it across the polished wood table.
"I'm not good with words, YN. And I know you probably see me as a rival, but the truth is... the only reason I grind so hard for those grades is so you’ll notice I exist. Though it seems I just ended up on your bad side."
You opened the envelope. It was an invitation to the formal, written in surprisingly neat handwriting.
"Will you go to the dance with me?" Juhoon asked, his ears turning bright red. "You don't have to dance if you don't want to. We can just sit in the corner and roast the playlist or talk about how salty Seonghyeon is about being in third place now."
Total silence. Behind the shelves, you heard a muffled "Aww!" from Martin, followed by a thud and a hiss from Seonghyeon telling him to shut up. Juhoon closed his eyes tight, dying of second-hand embarrassment from his friends.
"YN," he said, getting it together. "I don't care about my rank, or the grades, or being popular. I care about you. Would you go with me? I promise I won't bring up our GPAs all night. Unless you want to debate why you got question three wrong on the calculus test."
You looked at him, finally processing that the guy you envied for being "perfect" had actually been orbiting you this whole time, too scared to talk to you without some academic excuse.
"Only if you admit my literature essay was a bigger flex than yours," you replied, feeling a genuine smile—the first one in a long time—hit your face.
Juhoon let out a massive sigh of relief and gave you a real smile, a wide one that completely lit up his usually serious face.
"Not a chance. But I’m down to debate it over dinner before the dance."
synopsis: Y/n wants the attention of the fish obsessed Leehan pairing:nerd!leehan x !f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 1.1k a/n: I've posted a lot this last week, I will try to keep it like this. ¡Hope everyone likes the fic, celebrating BoyNextDoor new comeback! Thanks to @soobundle1009 for the moodboard.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
You never thought you'd find yourself so desperate for a guy's attention. But here you were, trying to get Kim Leehan, the guy you were crushing on, to notice you. It was pretty tough, though, considering he was only into fish. This was your third attempt of the week to get his attention, and it was only Tuesday.
You were headed to class when you spotted Leehan with a new book on marine life clutched in his arms. "Hey, Leehan, new book?" you said, picking up your pace.
"Oh, yeah," he said without really looking up, and kept walking, already totally absorbed by the pictures on the pages.
"Strike three," Ningning said with a smirk, walking up beside you.
"Shut up," you snapped, annoyed.
"Just face it, the dude's not into much besides his friends and fish. Or, like, fish friends, idk," Ningning replied, her voice a mix of real talk and teasing. "You gotta level up. You gotta make him notice you, not your totally basic attempts."
The next afternoon, the school cafeteria was loud, filled with chatter and the constant buzz of students. You and Ningning sat down at a table, right where you knew Leehan's crew usually hung out. And right on cue, there they were. Jaehyun and Woonhak were in an arm-wrestling match that was more of a screaming contest. Sungho was gently scolding them while Taesan watched the scene from his spot with a small smile on his face. Riwoo, as always, was laughing his head off at the whole thing, and Leehan just shook his head, sipping his juice.
"Technically it doesn't exist, but... ready for 'strike four?'" Ningning asked, raising an eyebrow.
You took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah. Here we go."
You took out your notebook and opened a page filled with notes you'd spent all afternoon searching for online. In a voice loud enough for Leehan and his crew to hear, you said to Ningning, "Hey, remember that documentary we watched? I'm wondering if Goby fish and Pistol shrimp are actually symbiotic, or if the shrimp just does all the work. It's like the shrimp builds everything, and the fish just lives there, you know?"
Ningning's response was a choked-back giggle. "Oh, stop. The shrimp does all the work and the fish gets all the credit. What a one-sided relationship! So unfair!"
A hush fell over Leehan's table. Jaehyun and Woonhak stopped their game, and their heads slowly turned toward you guys. Sungho and Riwoo's eyes met, and Riwoo let out a silent laugh. Taesan and Jaehyun exchanged a meaningful look. And Leehan, the guy who only had eyes for fish, slowly but surely, put down his phone.
He got up from his table, his gaze fixed on you. His chaotic energy faded, replaced by a quiet, sharp curiosity. He walked toward your table, his friends watching him with great interest.
"The Pistol shrimp benefits from having a lookout," Leehan said, his voice surprisingly calm. "And the Goby fish benefits from having a home. It's a symbiotic relationship. But yeah, the shrimp does most of the building."
Your heart was racing. You didn't know if Ningning's laughter made you feel embarrassed or if Leehan's gaze made you want to jump for joy. He had finally seen you. And by the way he was looking at you, you knew this wasn't going to be the end of the conversation.
Ningning's silent laughter was the only response. The rest of Leehan's crew, who were now surrounding you, just watched with interest.
"Look at that! Miracle of the day!" Woonhak exclaimed in an exaggerated voice. "Leehan's talking to a girl!"
Riwoo joined in, laughing his head off. "It was about time he came out of his fish bubble!"
Leehan blushed a little. "I was just correcting her info," he said, his gaze still on you. "It's important to know the facts."
"Yeah, it is," you replied, trying to ignore the guys' laughter.
Jaehyun walked over, putting a hand on Leehan's shoulder. "Okay, what are you guys talking about? Fish? Is there anything in this conversation that doesn't have to do with fish?"
Taesan, with his serious expression, joined the joke. "They're talking about symbiosis. It's like us. He's the fish, and we... well, we're the shrimp that do all the work."
Everyone burst out laughing. Even Leehan let out a silent chuckle. Sungho, the quietest of the group, stepped in to stop the chaos. "Guys, leave them alone. It's an important conversation."
The joking faded, but the curiosity in Leehan's eyes didn't. He looked at you directly, his eyes sparkling. "Actually, yeah. Y/n, now that you mentioned it... do you know anything about clownfish and sea anemones?"
A silence fell over you. Your heart, which had been racing, suddenly came to a screeching halt. You glanced at Ningning, who gave you an apologetic look and shrugged. You had no clue. Your plan had hinged on one single thing, and now, you were out of ammo.
You blushed, feeling the heat in your cheeks. "Actually..." you mumbled. "I don't know. It's my first day... looking into fish. I'm sorry."
Instead of disappointment, Leehan's eyes lit up. A huge grin spread across his face, and he slid into the empty chair next to you as if he'd just struck gold.
"That's so cool!" he exclaimed, with an excitement you hadn't seen from him before. "The clownfish has a layer of mucus on its skin that makes it immune to the anemone's toxins. And the anemone, in turn, benefits from the leftover food and protection from the clownfish. It's fascinating, right?"
As he explained the details with immense passion, you couldn't help but smile. The rest of his group was laughing quietly, but you could only see him. For the first time, your plan hadn't failed. It had worked out perfectly.
From that day on, a weird and sweet friendship formed. The school cafeteria became your hangout spot. At first, you had to research fish in the morning to have something to talk about in the afternoon, but little by little, that became unnecessary. Leehan would show up with a new story every day, excited to tell you about the mating habits of seahorses or the latest jellyfish species he'd discovered.
You, who used to be the person who stared at their phone or read a book at lunch, now listened to every word he said, your eyes fixed on his. You realized that it wasn't just the attention you liked, but the way his face lit up when he talked about something he loved. His chaotic energy, which had kind of intimidated you at first, now felt like a beacon of excitement.
Ningning, for her part, watched you from her table, her gaze a mix of triumph and amusement. One afternoon, you whispered to her, "I can't believe this worked." She just laughed and said, "Told you. You gotta be bold."
One day, after Leehan showed you a video of an octopus changing color, you dared to ask something more personal. "Is there anything else you like besides fish?"
He was quiet for a moment, thinking. And then, he looked at you, with that look that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. "I like making music. And I like... talking to you."
Your heart skipped a beat, and the smile that formed on your face was the most genuine one you'd had in a long, long time.
synopsis: keonho as an underground racer who tries to u get ur heart pairing: keonho!xf!reader genre: fluff w/c: 221 a/n: first head cannon in a while, im excited for it! tanks @soobundle1009 for te mb. likes and reblogs are appreciated <3
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˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who didn’t win you with his car, but with his heart
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who had always known u as james little sister
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who got shocked by seeing u at the races, as he didn’t have see u since years ago
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who didn’t remember u were so pretty
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who spent 3 weeks trying to muster up the courage to speak to u, although u already knew him
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who tried to rizz u up by putting a bet with u. If he won a race against ur brother you'd have to go on a date with him
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who never knew u were super into him since you were both kids, little did he know you went to the races for him, instead of for your brother.
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who started shouting and celebrating when he finally won the race
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who a week after picked u up in his car for the date
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who was a nervous wreck before and before the date
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who took u to watch the sunset while having a picnic
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who couldn’t stop smiling and staring at u
˙⋆✮ Underground racer keonho! Who managed to secure a 2nd date
synopsis: non experienced in dating martin starts to date a non-experienced in dating reader! pairing: martin!xf!reader genre: fluff w/c: a/n: hbd martin! tanks @soobundle1009 for te mb. likes and reblogs are appreciated <3
⤷ part 1 of this
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Martin’s the type of guy who looks like he’s got it all under control because of his height, but lowkey, he’s a total nervous wreck. You both just started dating, and since you’re his first-ever girlfriend, he’s got zero clue what he’s doing.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! It took him exactly three dates to finally gather the guts to even brush your fingers. He just kept staring straight ahead, cold sweat dripping down his back, until he finally locked his hand with yours. James, watching from a distance, was literally losing his mind and ready to crash out because of how long it took.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! After those initial three dates, it took another three before he dared to give you a kiss… on the cheek. It was a quick, clunky move, followed by a bunch of silent apologies. He turned so red his skin matched his hoodie, but for him, it was basically the biggest win of the semester.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! James has turned into his personal romance coach, even though Martin is a straight-up failing student. James stays roasting everywhere : —"Martin, for God’s sake, show some initiative! You look like you’re lowkey scared of your own girlfriend!"—. Martin just hangs his head, feeling attacked, promising he’ll be "braver next time."
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! Every time you try to flirt or say something sweet, his whole system glitches. He turns into a tomato instantly, dodges eye contact, and starts fidgeting with his hoodie strings. He’s so innocent he doesn’t know how to handle a compliment without looking like a giant blushing mess.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! Because of the massive height difference, his comfort zone is walking you to your front door. Since he doesn’t know if he should go for a hug or a kiss, he plays it safe: he reaches out his long arm and gives your hair a lil’ ruffle. He leaves you looking like a mess, but it’s his way of saying he’s really into you without dying of nerves.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! Who’s currently in a total logistics nightmare because his birthday falls almost on the exact same day as their one-month anniversary. He’s lowkey terrified about the gift situation; he doesn't know if he should go big, go small, or if the anniversary is a bigger deal than the birthday. For someone with zero experience, balancing two major dates is like trying to solve a quantum physics equation.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! Keonho, the self-proclaimed "Cupid" of the group, got tired of seeing them both being so shy. One day at the cafeteria, he basically dragged Martin by his backpack and forced him to sit right in front of you. —"Since neither of you is talking, you might as well eat together"— Keonho deadpanned as he walked off like a boss, leaving Martin trying to hide his face behind his hands.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! Who was in a total logistics nightmare because his birthday falls almost on the exact same day as their one-month anniversary. He’s lowkey terrified about the gift situation; he doesn't know if he should go big, go small, or if the anniversary is a bigger deal than the birthday. For someone with zero experience, balancing two major dates is like trying to solve a quantum physics equation.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! After overthinking the gift for two weeks, he decided to go for something very personal that ended up being the most high-effort thing ever: he wrote you a song. He brought u to the studio and played the song. He was so embarrassed afterward that he almost ran away, but the way he poured his heart out was a massive flex of how much he actually cares.
synopsis: non experienced in dating martin starts to date a non-experienced in dating reader! pairing: martin!xf!reader genre: fluff w/c: a/n: hbd martin ( a little bit too early)! tanks to @soobundle1009 for te mb. likes and reblogs are appreciated <3
⤷ part 1 of this
﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌
Martin’s the type of guy who looks like he’s got it all under control because of his height, but lowkey, he’s a total nervous wreck. You both just started dating, and since you’re his first-ever girlfriend, he’s got zero clue what he’s doing.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! It took him exactly three dates to finally gather the guts to even brush your fingers. He just kept staring straight ahead, cold sweat dripping down his back, until he finally locked his hand with yours. James, watching from a distance, was literally losing his mind and ready to crash out because of how long it took.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! After those initial three dates, it took another three before he dared to give you a kiss… on the cheek. It was a quick, clunky move, followed by a bunch of silent apologies. He turned so red his skin matched his hoodie, but for him, it was basically the biggest win of the semester.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! James has turned into his personal romance coach, even though Martin is a straight-up failing student. James stays roasting everywhere : —"Martin, for God’s sake, show some initiative! You look like you’re lowkey scared of your own girlfriend!"—. Martin just hangs his head, feeling attacked, promising he’ll be "braver next time."
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! Every time you try to flirt or say something sweet, his whole system glitches. He turns into a tomato instantly, dodges eye contact, and starts fidgeting with his hoodie strings. He’s so innocent he doesn’t know how to handle a compliment without looking like a giant blushing mess.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! Because of the massive height difference, his comfort zone is walking you to your front door. Since he doesn’t know if he should go for a hug or a kiss, he plays it safe: he reaches out his long arm and gives your hair a lil’ ruffle. He leaves you looking like a mess, but it’s his way of saying he’s really into you without dying of nerves.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! Who’s currently in a total logistics nightmare because his birthday falls almost on the exact same day as their one-month anniversary. He’s lowkey terrified about the gift situation; he doesn't know if he should go big, go small, or if the anniversary is a bigger deal than the birthday. For someone with zero experience, balancing two major dates is like trying to solve a quantum physics equation.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! Keonho, the self-proclaimed "Cupid" of the group, got tired of seeing them both being so shy. One day at the cafeteria, he basically dragged Martin by his backpack and forced him to sit right in front of you. —"Since neither of you is talking, you might as well eat together"— Keonho deadpanned as he walked off like a boss, leaving Martin trying to hide his face behind his hands.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! Who was in a total logistics nightmare because his birthday falls almost on the exact same day as their one-month anniversary. He’s lowkey terrified about the gift situation; he doesn't know if he should go big, go small, or if the anniversary is a bigger deal than the birthday. For someone with zero experience, balancing two major dates is like trying to solve a quantum physics equation.
・❥・ Non-experienced Martin! After overthinking the gift for two weeks, he decided to go for something very personal that ended up being the most high-effort thing ever: he wrote you a song. He brought u to the studio and played the song. He was so embarrassed afterward that he almost ran away, but the way he poured his heart out was a massive flex of how much he actually cares.
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