summary. instead of admitting your feelings, you and martin decide it’s easier to bicker instead
content. frenemies to lovers??, one bed trope, kissing, bickering, ft. seonghyeon keonho and hyein
the whole situation was, in martin’s honest opinion, absolutely ridiculous. it was the kind of chaotic planning fail that only happened when you let hyein organise a trip, and honestly, he should have seen it coming. you were supposed to be on a fun weekend away with a small group; just you, him, your best friend hyein, and his two chaotic partners-in-crime, seonghyeon and keonho. it was meant to be relaxing, full of bad movies and takeout food. but somehow, between booking the cabin and actually arriving, hyein had managed to mix up the reservation, and now there was… a slight issue.
“there are only two beds,” hyein announced, popping her head out of the main bedroom, looking far too pleased with herself for someone who had caused this much trouble. “one king size in here, and one bunk bed in the second room.”
keonho immediately grabbed seonghyeon by the collar and dragged him toward the smaller room. “bunks for us! we get the bunks!”
seonghyeon stumbled along, looking back over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. “have fun, you two! try not to kill each other during the night!”
before either you or martin could protest, they vanished into the other room and slammed the door shut, followed instantly by the loud click of a lock. you turned slowly to look at martin, and he was already looking at you with that familiar, slightly annoyed expression that seemed permanently glued to his face whenever you were around.
this was your dynamic, after all. everyone knew it. you and martin were like oil and water, cats and dogs, you just didn’t mix. you bickered over everything: who got the last slice of pizza, who was right about movie plot holes, who walked too fast, who talked too loud. to anyone watching, it looked like you genuinely couldn’t stand each other. and honestly? you told yourself that was true. you told yourself he was arrogant, annoying, way too smug, and had the worst sense of humour known to mankind.
and martin told himself you were stubborn, argumentative, way too opinionated, and far too pretty for your own good.
wait. no. he tried very hard not to think that last part.
because the truth, the big, messy, complicated secret that neither of you dared say out loud was that you didn’t dislike each other at all. quite the opposite, actually. you liked each other far too much, and it terrified you both. so instead of being nice or normal, you had built a fortress of teasing and eye-rolling and sarcastic comments to hide behind. it was safer that way. if you pretended to hate him, you couldn’t possibly embarrass yourself by admitting you actually really, really liked him.
now, though, your fortress was crumbling. because you were standing in a small bedroom, and there was exactly one very large, very soft-looking bed in the middle of it.
“this is entirely your fault,” martin said immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. “if you hadn’t insisted we stop for coffee on the way, hyein wouldn’t have messed up the booking.”
you gasped, putting your hands on your hips. “my fault?! please! if you hadn’t spent twenty minutes arguing with keonho about which direction was north, we would have been here an hour ago! and besides, i didn’t tell your friends to lock themselves away and leave us with one bed!”
“they clearly did it on purpose,” martin muttered, running a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at the bed. “this is exactly the kind of stupid scheme they would come up with. keonho has been saying for weeks that we ‘need to get along’ or whatever nonsense.”
“hyein has been doing the exact same thing,” you admitted, sighing and dropping your bag on the floor. “she keeps saying we have ‘tension’. which is ridiculous. the only tension i feel around you is the urge to throw something at your head.”
martin actually laughed at that, a short, breathless sound. “right. sure. that’s what it is.”
he moved forward, grabbing the spare pillow from the pile and tossing it onto the far left side of the mattress. “fine. look. i’ll sleep on this side, you sleep on that side. we stay on our own territory. there is a strict no-crossing line down the middle of the bed. do not touch me, do not kick me, do not steal the duvet, and we can get through this night without any issues. go it?”
“crystal clear,” you said, grabbing your own pyjamas and heading to the bathroom to change, slamming the door a little harder than necessary.
when you came back out, the atmosphere had shifted slightly. martin was already in bed, wearing a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, lying on top of the covers with his arms crossed behind his head. he looked incredibly comfortable, and also, you had to admit, unfairly attractive. you hated that you noticed that. you hated that your stomach did a little flip just seeing him there.
you climbed into the right side of the bed, pulling the duvet up to your chin, keeping as far to the edge as physically possible. there was a good foot of empty space between you. the lights were off, only the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows around the room.
for a long time, neither of you spoke. you stared up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the night, and tried to ignore the fact that you could smell his cologne, clean and warm and something you secretly really liked. you tried to ignore how his breathing sounded, slow and steady, right next to you.
“you’re not asleep yet,” martin said suddenly, his voice low in the dark, breaking the silence.
“you’re not asleep either,” you shot back, not turning your head.
“can’t sleep,” he admitted quietly. “too aware that you’re three inches away from me, ready to bite my arm if i roll over too far.”
you huffed a laugh, finally turning your head to look at him. he was already looking at you, his face half-visible in the dim light. he didn’t look annoyed or teasing right now. he looked… soft. open. the mask of irritation had slipped right off.
“i wouldn’t bite you,” you whispered, surprising yourself by how quiet your voice was. “unless you snore. if you snore, i will definitely find a pillow and smother you.”
martin smiled, a genuine, lazy smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “i don’t snore. seonghyeon says i sleep like a log. very peaceful. unlike some people who talk in their sleep and mumble about how much they hate me.”
your eyes went wide. “i don’t do that!”
“maybe not,” he murmured, shifting slightly closer, just an inch, but enough that the air between you felt warmer. “but you do talk about hating me a lot. you make it your full-time job.”
you looked away, staring at the wall. “i don’t… hate you, martin.”
the words were out before you could stop them. you froze, heart hammering against your ribs. oh no. that was not part of the plan. that was breaking every single rule you had made for yourself.
beside you, martin went completely still. he didn’t speak for a moment, and when he did, his voice was lower, rougher, different than you had ever heard it. “you don’t?”
“no,” you said, so quiet you weren’t sure if he heard it. “i mean… you’re annoying. and you’re arrogant. and you think you’re right about everything. and your friends are absolute menaces who clearly set us up tonight.”
martin chuckled softly, and you felt the mattress shift as he moved again, closer this time, until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. “okay. that sounds like a list of reasons to hate me to me.”
you turned back to face him, and in the dark, you found his hand resting on the mattress between you. before you could think better of it, your fingers brushed against his knuckles. he didn’t pull away. in fact, he turned his hand over, palm up, waiting.
“it’s complicated,” you whispered. “it’s easier to… argue. to pretend. because if i’m busy fighting with you, i don’t have to think about how much i actually… like being around you. even when you’re being insufferable.”
there was a beat of silence, heavy and charged, and then martin’s fingers interlaced with yours, holding your hand tightly.
“god,” he breathed out, sounding relieved and exasperated all at once. “you have no idea. you have absolutely no idea. i spend every single day trying to find new things to tease you about just so you’ll look at me, or talk to me, or pay attention to me.”
he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your skin, sending shivers up your arm.
“i don’t hate you either,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. “i think i’ve liked you since… forever. but you’re so sharp, and so smart, and i was terrified you’d just laugh in my face if i said anything. so i annoyed you instead. it was the only way i knew how to be close to you without ruining everything.”
you shifted closer, closing that final gap between you, until your shoulders were touching. it felt natural. it felt right. all the tension, all the bickering, all the years of pretending, it all melted away in that one moment.
“hyein said we had tension,” you whispered, leaning your head slightly toward his shoulder. “i think she was right. just… not the bad kind.”
martin laughed softly, lifting your joined hands and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, before his gaze dropped to your lips, slow and deliberate. the playfulness in his eyes softened into something much deeper, something that made your breath catch in your throat.
“can i show you what kind of tension it really is?” he asked quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
before you could even think of a teasing reply, he leaned in closer, his hand coming up gently to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing softly over your cheekbone. then he kissed you. it was soft and sweet and slow, everything you had secretly imagined it would be, and more. it wasn’t rushed or messy; it was gentle, full of every unspoken feeling, every hidden thought, every moment you had spent pretending you didn’t care. his lips were warm against yours, moving with a tenderness that made your heart feel like it was melting right inside your chest. for a few perfect seconds, the rest of the world disappeared.
when he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting lightly against yours, his eyes were shining in the dark.
“yeah,” he murmured, a small, happy smile playing on his lips. “definitely not the bad kind.”
he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest. “my friends are going to be insufferable about this. you know that, right? seonghyeon is going to high-five me every five minutes. keonho is probably already betting on how long it would take us to admit it.”
“let them,” you said, finally smiling, feeling lighter than you had in months. your fingers lingered against the place where his hand still held your face. “they can be annoying together, as a group. we’ll just… ignore them.”
martin shifted again, this time sliding his arm underneath your pillow and pulling you gently towards him, until you were lying comfortably against his chest, your head resting right over his heart. his other arm wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close, like he never intended to let go. the invisible line down the middle of the bed was completely gone, forgotten.
“i can work with that,” he murmured into your hair, pressing another soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head. “just so you know… this is way better than arguing.“
you giggled before snuggling closer, wrapping your arm around his waist, breathing in that familiar scent that you loved so much. “you’re still annoying, though.”
“good,” martin replied, his chest rumbling with quiet laughter. “and you’re still stubborn. we’re perfect for each other.”
outside the door, you could hear faint whispers and stifled giggles; definitely seonghyeon, keonho, and hyein, listening at the door, making sure to tease you first thing in the morning.
🐼 aya’s note. phew! just something quick for my martin girlies!
in which martin looks exactly like the boy of your dreams that you made in tomodachi life. oh—and social media (as well as your friends) love watching this unfold!
pairing: influencer!martin x gn!non-idol!reader ; genre: smau oneshot, fluff, crack…, strangers -> friends ? -> lovers, short n sweet n cute !! ; warnings: swearing, incorrect timestamps, reader likes seals and mamegoma, humor of a teenage girl., they’re both silly and a little stupid c:
please DO NOT copy, repost, or claim as yours.
CREDITS: divider above from @/pixopix, any and all photos from pinterest (excluding the tomodachi martin)
maia’s note: im back !!! ok but first of all, i am not a tomodachi life larper, i’ve loved it since it was released on the ds and the photos of martin’s mii is from my actual game. anyways, i really love how this work ended up turning out not only bc of the concept of it but bc i’m genuinely just happy i finally finished a work. yes, this smau is not my finest… and there could’ve been more development… but nonetheless i like it and i hope you all enjoy reading it too ! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated !! 🩶
𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ─── you and keonho went live on weverse but keonho could not stop staring at you
★ bf ! keonho × fem!reader
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˖᯽ ݁˖ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 coco speaking here! AFTER SEEING CLIPS OF SEONGHYEON AND KEONHO JUST STARING AT EACH OTHER WHILE STEEM WAS PLAYING, I HAD TO WRITE SMTH ABOUT THIS LMAOOOO 𖧧 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
The dorm living room was warmer than usual that night.
Soft lamplight filled the space, reflecting off the polished floor and the slightly messy couch where you and Keonho were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. The familiar Weverse Live interface glowed from the phone propped up on a small stand on the table in front of you.
Thousands of comments were already streaming by. Hearts floated up the screen like bubbles.
You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leaned closer to read the chat. “Hi everyone,” you said brightly, waving. “It’s been a while since we did a live together.”
Next to you, Keonho grinned and leaned into the camera a little too close. “Hello!” he chirped, his voice light and playful as always. “Did you miss us?”
The comments exploded.
WE MISSED YOU
KEONHO LOOKS SO HAPPY
YOU TWO AGAIN???
You laughed softly, the sound warm and easy as it blended with the quiet hum of the dorm living room.
The soft lamp beside the couch cast a golden glow over the space, making everything feel comfortable and relaxed. The phone sat propped up on a small stand on the coffee table, the Weverse Live screen bright as thousands of comments streamed past too quickly to read all at once.
Hearts floated endlessly up the screen.
Next to you, Keonho rested his elbow against the couch cushion, chin propped lazily in his palm as he faced the camera.
At least, that was what it looked like. In reality, his eyes kept drifting away from the phone, back to you.
It was supposed to look casual, friendly, normal, but he kept looking at you. Not just quick glances, not the polite kind of attention idols usually gave their members during lives.
These were slow, lingering stares. The kind where his gaze followed every little movement you made without him even realizing it.
Meanwhile, you were completely focused on the chat. Your eyes scanned the endless stream of messages, trying to pick out actual questions between the constant flood of:
NOTICE ME
PLEASE SAY MY NAME
HELLO FROM BRAZIL
WHAT DID YOU EAT TODAY
You squinted slightly, leaning a little closer to the phone.
“Someone asked what we ate today…” you read aloud, your voice thoughtful as you tried to find the comment again in the blur of text. “Oh! We had ramen earlier, right?”
You turned toward him.
He was already looking at you, his expression was soft, too soft. Like you were the most interesting thing in the world.
“…Right?” you repeated.
He blinked, realizing you had asked him something. “Oh— yeah,” he said quickly. “Ramen.”
You laughed, the sound bright and light as you nodded. “Yeah, ramen,” you confirmed to the camera. “But the best food we had recently was in Japan.”
Your eyes lit up immediately as the memory came back. “We flew to Japan for the performance last week,” you continued excitedly. “And we had a free day after the concert.”
Your hands moved as you talked, growing more animated the more you remembered. “I went thrifting during my free day.”
Keonho’s lips twitched slightly, he already knew where this story was going.
You leaned forward a little, elbows resting on your knees as you faced the camera more directly “Guys… I found the best thrift store.”
Your eyebrows lifted dramatically. “It looked really small from the outside,” you explained, “like just a normal little shop on the street. But when I went inside it was huge.”
The chat started flying even faster.
THRIFT HAUL PLEASE
WHAT DID YOU BUY
NOTICE ME Y/N
You kept talking, trying to keep up with the comments. “And the clothes were so cute,” you said. “Like vintage jackets, oversized sweaters, these really cool baggy jeans—”
You groaned softly, shaking your head. “I swear I almost went bankrupt in that store.”
Keonho let out a quiet laugh beside you.
You turned to look at him. “It’s true!”
“You bought a lot,” he said, amused.
“It wasn’t that much!”
“You had two bags.”
“That’s because coats are bulky!” you protested immediately.
He smiled again, not at the camera, at you.
The chat kept racing by, fans asking questions and spamming messages faster than you could read them.
“Wait— someone asked if we tried matcha in Japan,” you said suddenly, spotting the question.
Your face brightened. “Oh my god yes.”
You sat up straighter, clearly excited.
“I was determined to find the best matcha while we were there,” you said proudly.
Keonho nodded slowly. “You tried like five places.”
“They were all different!” you argued.
You turned back to the phone, explaining enthusiastically. “One place had the best matcha latte I’ve ever had. It wasn’t bitter at all and the foam on top was perfect.”
Your hands moved while you described it. “Like fluffy but not too sweet,” you said. “And the color was that really bright green so you know it’s good quality.”
Keonho watched you talk.
Your eyes sparkled every time you got excited about something. Your nose scrunched slightly when you described the bitter matcha you didn’t like. Your hands moved when you explained things.
He barely looked at the phone anymore, his attention stayed on you.
Meanwhile, you were still trying to keep up with the endless stream of comments. “Someone’s asking what I bought from the thrift store,” you said, squinting slightly at the screen.
“Oh! I got this really cool oversized jacket, two sweaters, a skirt, and—”
You paused suddenly. “…Why are you looking at me like that?”
Keonho blinked.
“What?”
“You’re staring.”
“I’m listening.”
“You’re staring.”
He shrugged slightly, still resting his chin in his palm.
You rolled your eyes and turned back to the camera. “Anyway,” you continued, trying to remember your list. “I also got this really nice cardigan that I’m probably going to wear way too often—”
Keonho smiled softly as you spoke. He wasn’t even pretending to read the chat anymore.
Your voice filled the room while he watched you ramble about thrift finds and matcha shops like it was the most fascinating conversation in the world.
After a moment, you turned toward him again. “Are you even listening?”
“Yeah.”
“Then what did I just say?”
He opened his mouth, paused, then smiled sheepishly. “…Matcha?”
You stared at him in disbelief. “Keonho!”
He laughed, the sound soft and boyish as he leaned back against the couch.
And you went right back to talking to the fans, completely unaware that half the chat had stopped asking questions entirely.
Because they were too busy watching the way he looked at you.
Your hands moved when you talked, expressive and animated without you even realizing it. Every story you told came with little gestures, pointing when you remembered something specific, waving your hands when you got excited, tapping the couch when you laughed.
Keonho watched every single one.
Like it was fascinating.
Like the movement of your fingers and the sound of your voice were somehow more interesting than the thousands of fans currently watching the live.
Your eyebrows lifted when you spotted a funny comment buried in the flood of messages.
You burst out laughing, leaning slightly closer to the phone. “Oh my god— someone said I probably used Jame’s money to buy my clothes that day,” you read aloud.
You nodded immediately.
“They’re not wrong,” you admitted.
Beside you, Keonho let out a quiet snort. “You use his card for everything.”
You turned to him with an offended look. “Hey!”
“I swear you spend everyone’s money but yours,” he said, grinning.
“I spend my money!”
“name a time.”
You nudged his arm.
“Like a few days ago!”
“A few days ago or months?”
You gasped dramatically and looked back at the camera. “He’s lying, I do spend my money.”
The chat flooded again.
DEFEND Y/N
SHOPPING QUEEN
KEONHO IS EXPOSING YOU
You smiled when someone complimented your outfit. “Oh thank you!” you said brightly. “This sweater is actually from the thrift store I was talking about.”
You grabbed the sleeve, holding it up slightly for the camera. “I found it on the second floor,” you explained. “There were racks of oversized sweaters and I swear I wanted to take all of them home.”
Keonho nodded slowly. “You almost did.”
You elbowed him lightly. “Stop exaggerating!”
He laughed under his breath.
But even while laughing, his eyes stayed on you.
Your voice filled the room again as you scrolled through more comments. “Someone asked if Keonho bought anything,” you read.
You immediately turned toward him. “Did you?”
He shrugged casually. “No.”
Your jaw dropped.
“You didn’t buy anything??”
“There was nothing I needed.”
“You didn’t even try!”
“I did try,” he said.
You crossed your arms.
“Oh really? What did you try?”
“A beanie.”
You stared at him. “A beanie.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s it?”
He nodded.
“You were there for two hours.”
“I was supervising.”
You groaned loudly while the chat exploded with laughing messages.
“Anyway!” you said quickly. “What should we talk about next?”
While you scrolled through the comments again, Keonho’s gaze softened. He watched the way your eyes moved across the screen.
The way your lips curved when you smiled at certain messages, the way you hummed quietly when you were thinking.
You didn’t notice at first, you were too focused on reading the chat, but the chat definitely noticed.
The messages suddenly started changing.
STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT
THIS IS SO OBVIOUS
IS THIS A KDRAMA
HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S LISTENING TO HIS WIFE
Your eyes widened. You blinked rapidly at the screen. “…Why are they saying wife??”
Keonho snorted beside you.
You turned to glare at him instantly. “Stop laughing!”
“I’m not—”
He was, his shoulders were shaking slightly as he tried to hold it in.
You leaned closer to the phone again, trying to steer the conversation somewhere else before the fans got even weirder.
“So someone asked if Keonho has any new hobbies,” you read quickly.
You nudged him. “Answer.”
He turned toward you instantly, like he had been waiting for you to look at him again.
You felt it before you even fully turned your head, that gaze.
You sighed quietly and looked at him, and there it was again. That stupid, soft, affectionate stare.
Your face warmed immediately.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“Nothing,” you muttered.
You turned back to the phone quickly before the camera could catch your expression.
The comments were going feral.
OH MY GOD SHE NOTICED
THIS IS SO FUNNY
KEONHO IS DOWN BAD
HE IS GIGGLING
You buried your face in your hands for a second.“Guys,” you said weakly, peeking back at the screen. “Please stop making things up.”
Keonho leaned slightly closer to the camera. “They’re not making things up,” he said casually.
You whipped your head toward him so fast your hair swung. “Keonho.”
He looked at you, and smiled.
Not the playful idol smile he gave during performances or interviews, a soft one. The kind he only gave you when the cameras weren’t around.
The chat erupted again.
HELLO???
WHAT WAS THAT
THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER
Your heart jumped in your chest, you kicked his shin under the table.
He winced slightly but didn’t stop smiling.
You shot him a warning look.
He only looked more amused.
“Okay!” he suddenly said brightly, leaning forward and reaching for the phone before you could react. “I think that’s enough live for today!”
Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”
The screen went black, the live ended.
And just like that, silence filled the room.
The moment the screen went black, the room fell quiet.
The cheerful flood of hearts and comments disappeared, leaving only the soft hum of the dorm lights and the faint buzz of the phone still resting on the table.
For a second, neither of you moved, then you slowly turned your head.
Keonho was already looking at you, still smiling.
Your eyes narrowed, before he could say anything, You smacked his arm. “Keonho!”
He blinked at you, still smiling like he had no idea what he did wrong. “What?”
“You almost exposed us!”
He let out a quiet laugh, leaning back against the couch cushions like the situation was somehow funny. The sound was warm and boyish, the kind that always made it hard for you to stay mad at him.
Unfortunately for him, you were trying very hard right now. You crossed your arms, scooting slightly away from him on the couch. “They literally thought you were in love with me!”
He tilted his head slightly, like he was genuinely thinking about what you said. “I am.”
Your face went red instantly. “That’s not the point!”
Your voice came out louder than you expected, and you quickly glanced toward the hallway in case anyone else in the dorm heard.
Keonho only chuckled again, he shifted closer on the couch. The cushions dipped under his weight until your knees brushed together.
“You kept staring!” you continued, pointing an accusing finger at him.
“I was listening,” he said calmly.
“No you weren’t!”
“I was.”
“You looked like a lovesick puppy!”
“That’s rude.”
You shoved his shoulder. “You’re supposed to act normal on lives!”
“I was acting normal.”
“No you weren’t!”
He leaned even closer now, completely ignoring your attempts to keep distance between you. His eyes were bright with amusement, like he found your frustration adorable.
“But you’re interesting,” he said.
“That’s not—!”
Your sentence cut off abruptly, because his hand suddenly slid around your waist.
You froze.
His arm wrapped comfortably around you like it belonged there, his fingers resting against your side.
“Keonho—”
Before you could protest, he gently pulled you closer. Your body slid across the couch until you were pressed against him, your knees brushing his and your shoulder bumping into his chest.
“You’re interesting,” he repeated softly. His voice had dropped slightly, the teasing tone replaced with something quieter.
Your irritation wavered immediately. “I’m never going live with you again,” you muttered.
He chuckled under his breath and leaned forward until his forehead rested lightly against yours.
Up close, his eyes looked warm, happy. The kind of happy that made your chest feel a little too full.
“You were talking,” he said quietly. “Of course I looked at you.”
You tried to hold onto your annoyance. Tried to remember that he almost got both of you exposed to thousands of fans.
But his thumb had started tracing slow, lazy circles against your side. The gentle motion made your shoulders relax before you could stop it.
“You’re going to get us caught,” you said more quietly this time.
He shrugged a little, like it wasn’t a big deal. “I was just teasing.”
Your heart fluttered traitorously, before you could come up with a response, he leaned down and kissed you.
One of his hands slid up from your waist to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin while he tilted your face slightly toward him.
Your arm instinctively warped around his neck as you kissed him back.
It was slow, comfortable, the kind of kiss that made the rest of the world feel quiet.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours again, and he was grinning ear to ear.
You poked his chest lightly. “If we get exposed it’s your fault.”
He leaned forward and kissed the tip of your nose. “I don’t care.”
“Keonho.”
“Yes, baby?”
You tried very hard not to melt at the pet name, you failed. “I hate you.”
He laughed softly and pulled you fully into his arms, wrapping them around you in a warm hug that pressed you comfortably against his chest.
Your cheek rested against his shoulder as his hand rubbed your back gently. “No you don’t bunny,” he murmured.
You buried your face into the fabric of his hoodie with a small sigh. “…Maybe.”
His quiet laugh rumbled in his chest beneath your cheek. He tilted his head and pressed another soft kiss to your hair.
And even though the live had ended, and even though thousands of fans were probably still freaking out in the comment section. Keonho looked down at you the same way he had been looking at you the entire live, like you were the most interesting thing in the room, like he was exactly where he belonged.
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