•᷄ࡇ•❀nanu

lazy writer / mixed

[wukiyo]

MUSIC BOY! - martin edwards park.

SYNOPSIS. After a failed mark and another mental breakdown, you find yourself in Martin Edwards’ room, getting tutored for music. You just didn’t expect the result that would come out of it.

INFO. Martin is described as being ‘punk’, he loves music, kissing.

(note) second reupload bc for some reason I kept deleting this. I miss Martin’s 2000’s aesthetic (it’s still there but I miss his hair 😞)

Music was going to be your downfall.

Now, usually you would never be the type to be caught dead anywhere near that class, but to your divine misfortune, it was a mandatory elective that every class had to do.

“I just don’t get it.”

You had complained to your two friends, Stella and Ian as you sat in the large classroom (if you could even call it that).

It looked more like a theater hall, with instruments strung up on the wall like costumes. Students were spread around the room in their groups, either loudly singing and playing something, or talking like they had all the free time in the world.

“You don’t get what? Music?” Stella chuckled, an amused expression on her face. She crunches onto another chip, bringing her hand back into the packet even though she was still chewing.

“Kind of? I mean, obviously I like listening to it, but making it is a whole other process.”

Ian nods, seeming to agree with your statement. “I get that. Making music is hard when you’re not particularly passionate about it.”

“I guess.” Stella shrugs, only to open her mouth again when an idea strikes her mind. “If you’re really struggling just ask Martin.”

“Who?”

She responds to your question by turning around, presumably to look for this ‘Martin’ fellow.

When she does find him, she points and turns her head back around. “Him.”

You realise soon enough that it’s kind of hard to miss Martin.

He’s tall, with blonde hair that’s easy to spot in the sea of brown and black. Plus, you would be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive.

He looked like every punk 2000’s guy–a studded belt (you were sure the school had already given him a detention for), painted nails, and those black studs stuck into his ear.

He looked cool.

He was cool.

“He’s kind of a genius when it comes to music. Although don’t expect anything else.” She adds begrudgingly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She thought that because he was so smart at music, he could tutor her for math.” Ian answered for her.

Stella huffs. “I failed the exam because of him.”

You look over, watching as he talks to his friends.

You think about it for a moment–it wouldn’t hurt to ask for a bit of help, but a part of you would rather rot away than ask for help in music composition.

“It’s fine, I think I’ll manage anyway. How hard could music composition even be? All you’re doing is arranging beats.”

It was, in fact, harder than you thought.

“42.” Your teacher says as she hands the marking paper back. “Not the lowest mark I’ve seen in this class, but at least you tried your best.”

You look dumbfounded as you look at her feedback–

‘Beat is incoherent. Too many bass lines.’

‘Drums are all over the place.’

‘Did you use the metronome like I said?’

Stella reaches out, looking at the paper.

She stifles a laugh and points at the feedback, showing it to Ian as you stared into space.

Failing a subject was bad enough, but failing music?

You would like to call yourself an avid listener of music, but that horrendous mark proved the exact opposite. If you couldn’t even understand basic scales and tones, how the hell were you ever supposed to pass this subject?

In the midst of your silent panic, Stella taps your shoulder with an incredulous laugh. “Hey, I think it’s time for you to ask Martin for help.”

Those words are how you find yourself in the cafeteria at exactly 11:37 in the morning.

Your uniform suddenly feels too big, you're too aware of the strange smell the food gives off, and your hands feel like they're sweating way too much.

All you’re doing is going up to a guy and asking for help.

So why is your body reacting like you’re about to ask him out?

Nonetheless, you take a deep breath and walk up.

He sits with his friends, loudly talking to them about something while everyone else just seems to ignore it.

You stand behind him, tapping his shoulder lightly.

For some reason you can feel your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest, watching his back like it would do anything.

He whips his head around fast, a look of surprise on his face.

“Can I talk to you?”

The two boys who you recognise as Keonho and Seonghyeon look at you with the interest of a zoo photographer. They looked at each other with a smirk before immediately bursting out laughing, making you even more nervous.

Martin nodded, saying a quick ‘see you later’ to his friends before following you to the hallway.

Compared to two weeks ago, chains had replaced his belt, jangling against his pants.

“What did you wanna ask me?”

Suddenly you’re very aware of how tall he is, and how you basically had to crane your neck up to look at him.

His adams apple bobs up and down as he looks down at you, like he was the nervous one.

“I need your help with music.”

His right eyebrow raises slightly in surprise.

“Music? Uh, okay but why’d you ask me?”

“You’re the top student in it. Plus, Stella is busy with her student council stuff.”

He seems to accept that answer. “Okay then. Do you want me to like, tutor you? I can show you how scales and chord progression work, but you could really just go on youtube and search it up.”

“I deleted youtube.”

His eyebrows knit together. “Why?”

“Too many ads.”

Martin we can meet at my place i can teach you there properly

“I can’t believe the first time you spend one-on-one time with a boy is because you’re failing at music.” Ian had said to you after class, waiting as you locked your phone and packed up your books.

“Well it’s not like I want to date the guy.”

“Yet.”

You roll your eyes at her. “I don’t like the guy.”

“Right, and the sky is red. You can lie to others all the time but don’t act like you don’t find the guy attractive.” She folds her arms, like she fully caught you in a lie.

“Yeah because I want to shove my tongue down his throat.” You stick your tongue out, a small disgusted noise escaping your throat. “Just go to your reading club and leave me alone.” You joked.

She holds her palms up like a caught criminal. “Okayyy, but don’t blame me if you guys suddenly make out or something.”

It was only meant to be a fleeting comment, but for some reason, those words were burned into the back of your skull.

You walked her to her club room, saying a quick bye before walking out of the school’s gates.

He had already sent you the location to his place, which was surprisingly only a ten minute walk.

Once you had reached his place, you pressed the doorbell. You didn’t bother changing out of your uniform, seeing as he had already told you the session wouldn’t take long.

The small ring sounds across the whole house, making you curious as to what it looked like.

It was clear by the grass that his dad was probably one of those serious lawnheads, and the flowers around the door added a cute touch.

After a few seconds, the door roughly opens, revealing an out of breath Martin, like he had run down just to not keep you waiting.

“Hey, you can come in.”

You give him an awkward nod, taking off your shoes as the smell of vanilla envelopes you.

“My mum is kind of on another baking spree, so if you smell something sweet that’s probably just another one of her desserts.”

He had changed out of his school uniform, now in comfortable sweatpants and a hoodie. His hair wasn’t spiked up like it usually was, instead parts of it looking dampened like he had just showered.

You follow him around–family photos hang perfectly on the walls, making you curious as to what the tall boy once looked like.

You see a photo of him in a choir, then another where he was in Kindergarten. You have the slight urge to laugh at how adorable he used to look but decided against it.

In another photo, he holds a guitar that dwarfs him. A man who you assumed to be his dad stands next to him, holding up a rock hand sign.

Martin looks happy in the photo, a huge smile on his face while he almost caressed the instrument.

After a few seconds, he leads you straight to the kitchen.

“Martin! Taste this–oh hello!”

A sweet voice said from the counter. You look from behind Martin, finding a very nice woman with an apron covered in flour.

Even though she was just taller than you, it was clear how strong the Edwards’ Genes were.

“You didn’t tell me you were inviting someone! What’s your name?”

You tell her your name, feeling a little embarrassed as she ushers you to come taste some of her treats.

“These are what you teenagers call ‘Brookies’! I tried my brownie and cookie recipe, so hopefully you’ll like it.” She cuts a piece out of it, offering it to you on a pretty plate.

Martin doesn’t say anything, just seeming to wait around until his mother is finished.

After she hands you six more desserts, she pushes you towards Martin and tells you to go upstairs. 

“Don’t do anything stupid!”

Martin’s ears turned slightly red at her statement, but you were too busy eating her brookies (which were absolutely delicious) to notice.

You reach his room in no time–it was surprisingly clean, seeing how most teenage boys his age would at least have a couple of clothes on the floor.

You shiver, remembering the stories Stella told you about her exes.

He gestures for you to sit next to him on what you assumed was a small bench. His setup was surprisingly big too–two monitors and even the whole recording setup you would see in an artists booth.

“Uh, so what specifically do you need help with?”

You sighed, running your hands through your hair. “Just about everything.”

“Oh. So you’re pretty much hopeless?”

“Hey!” You lightly smack his shoulder. “I’m not hopeless, I just need more help than most people.”

He chuckles, the sound of his raspy voice suddenly sending a warmth up your neck.

“Okay, I guess I’ll teach you scales–these pretty much decide the mood of the song, depending on which notes you use of course. Uh, do you know the notes of a piano?”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t even know how to play that instrument.”

“…right. What’s your grade in this class again?”

“I got 42 in the last assignment.”

You can basically see his soul leaving his body.

“I’m so cooked…”

“You will be if you don’t help me! Just teach me how this works!”

He sighed. “Alright.”

To no one’s surprise, it took you two hours just to understand how scales worked. Although, during that time you had truly understood how good Martin really was.

He explained it in an easy way, even for someone who was completely clueless like you to understand. He was patient too, answering your questions with a calm and gentle voice that made you feel at ease.

Something you weren’t really surprised about was how loud he was the whole time.

If you got something right, he would clap loudly and cheer, his raspy voice bouncing off his poster-covered walls. If you or him made a mistake, he would loudly groan, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

You would never admit it, but you found that part of him endearing.

Every time he complimented you, a warmth would spread through your chest, making you feel almost embarrassed.

But you never stopped him.

He even showed you a few of his tracks, which in your opinion (although you don’t think it really mattered much to him) actually sounded really good.

“I don’t get how that took so long.” Martin mumbled.

“Well, not all of us were born with musical talent.” You say, chewing through another brookie while tweaking a track he wanted you to work on.

He told you that he intentionally messed up the chords, and wanted you to fix it into a ‘jazz’ piece.

It was a bit of an exercise, but it wasn’t that hard.

He shoots you an unimpressed look.

“Is that the last one?” He points to the dessert in your mouth.

“No, there’s two more.”

He leaned over, his arms just barely reaching the edge of the plate. You hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten, as you were too focused on what was on the screen.

After a few more replays, you decided it was good enough and turned your head in his direction.

Although as soon as you did, your lips met his.

The touch was so brief you almost couldn’t even tell it happened, but as soon as he flinched back and touched his lips, you knew.

Holy shit. You’ve just kissed Martin Edwards.

He turned red fast, the light coming from the computer making him look an odd shade of purple.

“Uhm, I’m sorry.” He quickly said, sliding himself to the edge of his bench. He dipped his head down, his expression completely hidden from you.

Oddly enough, you didn’t seem to care, like at all.

Although, that’s just what he thought.

Inside, every single muscle and bone inside your body felt like it was on fire.

“It’s fine. Uh,” you cleared your throat, rubbing the back of your neck. “Can you tell me if this sounds good?”

“Yeah, sure.” He went back to his original position, although this time he kept inching away as he listened to the track.

For some reason, the moment kept replaying in your head.

During that short moment, you had noticed the way his mouth was slightly parted, and how soft and plump his lips felt against yours.

Maybe it was because you hadn’t ever kissed anyone else in your teen years, but a part of you wanted to kiss him again.

You look over to the side–his jawline looked sharper in this lighting, and his hair fell over his face perfectly.

For some reason, you felt yourself missing how close he was.

At the end of the track, he nods in approval. “You fixed it up nicely. I don’t have many notes but do you want to try another one? Maybe rock or hiphop?”

He looks over to the side, making eye contact with you.

You snap your attention back to the screen, looking at the notes and bars staring at you.

“Uh, I think I can try hiphop.”

He nods shortly after that, checking his folders in case he already had something for you.

You look at the desserts, which were basically the whole reason why you felt this way in the first place.

They mocked you, staying perfectly still while that strange flush crawled up your neck to your cheeks.

Get yourself together! You didn’t even know he existed until two days ago!

After a few seconds of waiting, you snatch the plate up and offer them to him, almost forgetting that he wanted them in the first place.

He looks down at them, but he shakes his head.

“It’s fine, I already tasted them from you.”

You snap your head in his direction.

“Are you…teasing me?”

He doesn’t look at you, still looking at the screen. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”

You don’t respond, too dumbfounded to even think of your next words.

A silence settles between the two of you, although surprisingly it doesn’t feel awkward.

After one more hour, you were finally done.

Even though your thoughts had gotten sidetracked, you had learned a lot from him.

“Thanks Martin. I really don’t know what I would do without you.” You say, putting your shoes on. “I promise I’ll repay you soon.”

Even though the connotation behind those words were innocent, you can’t help but look up to see his expression.

His eyebrows had slightly raised at that sentence, sending the butterflies in your stomach in a frenzy. “Why not repay me now?”

“Huh?”

He chuckles at your expression. “It’s not anything bad.”

He leans down to your height, his cheek directly in front of your face.

“Just a kiss.”

Your mind goes blank.

Seriously? Martin Edwards was asking you for a kiss on the cheek.

You wanted to hit him in the face, but another part of you wanted to comply.

“Well?” His voice snaps you out of it.

Now, you weren’t sure what thoughts led you to doing the next few actions (you probably weren’t even thinking of anything), but you reach up and grab his jaw, twisting his head to make him face you.

You then leaned in and pressed your lips against his, hard.

Fuck, you were really doing this.

You shut your eyes fast, not wanting to see his expression. Your other hand snaked up into the back of his neck, pushing him further into the kiss.

A surprised noise escaped from his mouth.

You pressed harder.

He leaned into it, placing his hands on your waist. 

He pulled you against his chest, his thumb rubbing against the material of the uniform. He kissed you like he had been waiting for it for years, the touch of his lips warm and filled with need.

He smelled perfect, a deep but gentle musk that made you almost want more.

You stay in that pose for the next few seconds before parting, roughly pushing him away.

“Bye, Martin.” You breathed out, turning around before he could say anything else.

You could feel the warmth in your cheeks more clearly now, your head still full of the feel of his lips.

You had just walked a few strides away when you looked back around, finding him standing completely still at the doorway.

He looked completely red, his hands held out in front of him like he was missing something. 

For the first time that night, Martin was silent.

You chuckled, the cool night air calming your nerves.

You ended up getting a 98 on your next assignment.

[cherryvlossoms]

໒݂ ྀི ͚⑅ִ۫ mars(tin) - m.j edwards 𓈒ֺּ ᭪݃

short playful messages between an established relationship - both consider each other as best friends and lovers.

pairing | non-idol!martin & fem!reader

genre | romance, playful banter, fluff, established relationship, smau

masterlist | CORTIS

disclaimer! this au is purely fictional and this does not reflect on who the idol is in real life or how they act.

a/n | something to put out there since ive been inactive, in honor of getting a cortis ticket here is a martin smau! these r so fun to make

[douyinb1tch3]

[jjura]

cortis ot5 x gn!reader (smau series)

their reaction to you revealing a pet out of now

—Martin

contains — reader has a female friend, alot of nicknames (love, babe, sweetheart, lovely, etc), reader feels cold alot (not during the text) lmk if there is anything else.

—!

series masterlist

A/n :— rushed and pretty low quality, sorry bout that 😭🙏

I got 40 likes on the James one alr which is crazy, tysm for all the likes and support ＼(^.^)／

[bananagirl222]

♯Fan-maxing╋━

✚ Rapper!Martin x fan!Reader ⋮ oneshot ⋮ bananagirl masterlist

desc - you’ve been a fan of martins music since before he was on all streaming platforms, since before he was doing live performances and headlining for famous artists. And one day he suddenly deleted your favorite niche song of his off all platforms and you thought the best thing to do is to DM him about it, even though you knew he would never see it in the floods of all his DMs.

note - listen I know I said I was going on hiatus but I got really bored and js wanted to post smth so I made this BUT AS SOON AS I POST THIS I WILL OFFICIALLY BE ON HIATUS I NEED TO GET OFF TUMBLR HOLY SHIT ITS AN ADDICTION 😭😭🙏🙏

perm taglist .☘︎ ݁- @miseulsoup @coconhovr @marsgirltyshi @rickyshensgirlfriend @ykvdani @umizoomiz @saffy26jade @r0ckst4rjk @donttapdatglass @pbananalover @zzzeeetttaaa @hyeonverse @beatbymarzz @nolongeryoungbutbeautiful @im2swagalicious @ratyrozz @inadazeee @taelvvrzz

[zombilit]

ROOMMATE INTUITION lngshot

─── pairings. roommate! lngshot x reader genre. social media au, non—idol au, fluff, comedy? mentions. lngshot

note. thank u pinterest for having my back with inspiration 🤞 first lngshot post but definitely expect more soon!!! i have a potential idea for a series sooo >_< dont take my word for it tho…

[velloura]

•ㅤㅤ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ◞ ㅤ ㅤ마틴

𝓜𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾.

boyfriend!martin x fem reader ✶ 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗒 ( 👜 ) 𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖴𝖤 ｡

He leaves the last bite of every meal for you without even asking if you want it.

He’ll subconsciously match his walking pace to yours whenever you’re walking together.

You’ll find your phone charger already plugged in by the bed because he noticed it was low.

He rests his chin on your shoulder just to see what you’re looking at on your phone.

He always takes the scary seat facing the door when you’re out at a restaurant.

He’ll squeeze your hand three times under the table when he wants to go home.

He keeps a spare hair tie on his wrist just in case you lose yours.

He stops talking mid-sentence just to listen to you laugh.

He’ll pull the blankets over you in the middle of the night, tucking you in.

He’ll casually rest his hand on the back of your chair, subtly pulling you closer.

He sends you pictures of things that remind him of you without any caption.

He knows exactly how you take your tea or coffee and makes it before you even get out of bed.

He’ll pull you into his side by your belt loop when you’re standing in a crowd.

He saves your ugly laughing photos in a hidden folder because he thinks they’re the cutest ones.

He lets you pick the movie every single time, even if he’s already seen it twice.

He uses his thumb to rub circles into the back of your hand when you’re stressed.

He’ll walk on the street side of the sidewalk every single time without thinking.

He leans his forehead against yours for a second longer than a normal hug lasts.

He doesn't say "I missed you," he just holds you a little tighter when he gets home.

( isa ) im so sorry. i promise 🤞🏻i did not forget about this account, and I'll try to finish your guys' reqs soon.

[teacuplps]

₊⊹📽really brought u 2 together! — martin edwards ໑

martin x f!reader 🃜🃚🃖 martin loves movies, but he loves debating with the cute worker at his local cinemas even more…

( notes 🎬 ༘ ⋆ ) social media au, idol martin, established martin crushing, crack, fluff, featuring members of CORTIS, TXT, && KATSEYE, includes swearing, author’s note at the end, 2/13 of my folklore series!

( author’s note 🎞️ ) shout out to to my hb alex for genuinely beefing in our local cinemas comments section ✊ this is VERY LOOSELY based off of ‘mad woman’ with the only connecting thread being the double standards of women being emotional mentioned 😭😭 also sorry some of the images are so long 🤨 this was wayyy longer than expected i had to cut down on sm bc tumblr has a 30 pic cap BOOOO👎👎👎🍅👎🍅

[lemongularly]

SOLD AGAIN?

running a curated thrift isn’t easy work, especially when ur co admin is the human anatomy of a fashion freak and keeps bagging clothes that are meant to be sold. but maybe you’ll let it slide this time when you see a familiar user trying to buy some clothes

pairings; ex!martinedwards x petty!reader. reader kinda hateful as hell😭😭😭

part 1, part 2

[lngsh4wty]

Ot4 Lngshot when you get in a fight and they find out

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ──

How I think lngshot would react if they found out you got in a fight (you win but I don't mention it)

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ──

Ohyul :

Ryul :

Woojin :

Louis :

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ──

I will be continuing The girl is mines series, I just don't have any ideas so I will be posting other content in the meantime

[juhooniesdoll]

CHOPPED AND UNC .°𖦹⋆✮⋆.°

SYNOPSIS — in which your bf gets dragged by your friends

pairing ot5 x reader

warnings minor cursing,cyberbullying(??),jokes about appearance,keonho catching strays, Martin being mistaken for a masc lesbian (yes this is bc I saw tt comparing him to Katie b😭), beef between cortis and ur friends, uses of face claims

notes ! I felt bad writing this ngl😭 . i had sm more I wanted to write but tumblr has a stupid upload limit. feel free to send requests on what you want to see next!!<33

masterlist

martin

James

Juhoon

seonghyeon

keonho

[nabunabusblog]

NAH IM ACTUALLY FKIN CRYINGG BRUHHH HAHAHAHA

[ihueka]

kim ryul x reader

warnings: nsfw, sex... cumming inside?? idk i lit made some bs in an hour

when you first met ryul, he had this imitating aura surrounding him. his sharp eyes following your every move, thinking he was hard judging, he wouldn't even speak to you at first.

you thought he hated you for the longest, that was till you actually started talking. thats when you realise hes just a shy guy and a very warm person. he opens his heart to you only after becoming a couple.

who would of thought this tall giant with an imitating look was such a softie, ryul is super clingy- lots of back hugs and kisses on your neck. is literally the perfect boyfriend, ryul would run around the streets naked if you commanded him to. the definition of a boyfriend that'll get on his knees for you.

loves to buy you flowers, some charms to fill your charm bracelet, makeup? he got it in 3 different shades. cute lego sets so you two can build together and eating out (occasionally the two youngest would come along, just to annoy ryul). he just treats you like the princess you are.

well... thats until you two are in bed. ryul is not the soft type when hes deep in you, his hands that used to be so gentle around you were now pressing down on your hips close to leaving bruises.

"fuck, baby" he growls in your ears once he feels you squeeze around him. no real words ever come out of your mouth, just moans and his name being chanted. your knees hurt from trying to ride him, you keep whining to him, to at least move his hips and meet you half way but he just starts teasing you.

you cant even get really mad at him cause once he actually decides to give your knees a break his dick thrusts perfectly inside, leaving you gasping and holding onto him for dear life as he keeps bouncing you up and down.

"pussy so perfect.." he groans, lightly smacking your ass that just makes your pussy even more wet. the sound of smacking every time your pussy touched his skin was like music to him. youre so dickwhipped you didnt notice you were drooling, but so was he, ryul is so pussywhipped hes so close to cumming in you but the feeling of your tight pussy makes it so hard to pull out. he pulls you in closer, giving you a deep kiss on your lips as he comes inside of you.

hes literally an amazing bf. <3

[lngshotty]

⌗ kwon ohyul - one hour wait

summary; he’s home, the water’s running, and the members are complaining again. ohyul’s post work shower ritual strikes again, but this time you’re caught in the middle

warnings; suggestive, kissing, hints at shower sex, petnames

wc; 1,8k - requested

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

he’s been home for exactly three minutes before he announces it; “i’m showering.”

it’s automatic, a nightly routine, almost like muscle memory

and the members groan from the living room in perfect unison, knowing damn well where this is going

“you just got here,” woojin calls out

“set a timer this time,” ryul adds “i don’t wanna wait a whole hour again”

ohyul doesn’t even bother to respond, he drops his bag by the door and runs a hand through his hair as he finally looks up towards the couch

and there’s you

he didn’t realise you were already here waiting for him to get home and his whole expression softens immediately

“hi,” he says, walking over and stealing a quick kiss before you can even say something or tease him about the shower thing, “i’m gonna wash up first”

you giggle softly, squinting at him, “of course you are”

it’s an inside joke at this point.

the legendary hour-long showers

the mysterious disappearance in the bathroom

his members swear he’s in there solving world hunger or composing symphonies instead of just… showering like a normal human being

he leans down slightly, voice lowering just for you to hear, “you could come with me, you know”

you chuckle, “no thanks”

he shrugs, unbothered, lips curving in a small smirk, “we can spend time together, multitask”

“multitask?” you repeat, laughing at how satisfied he looks with himself

“quality time,” he corrects smoothly, “it’s.. efficient”

woojin, who was busy doing something on his laptop, most likely editing a new vid, says; “stop flirting and just go already”

ohyul rolls his eyes, throwing the closest pillow he could find towards the guy

and then looks back at you, a playful glint in his eyes, “rock, paper, scissors. if i win, you at least consider it”

“consider it?” you echo

“yeah, seriously consider it”

you narrow your eyes but hold out your hand anyway, not being able to hide the little smile on your face, “fine”

“rock, paper, scissors-”

he wins.

of course he wins

and he looks insanely pleased with himself, “see? it’s fate”

“you rigged that,” you accuse jokingly

“i did not-“ he defends, “i win,”

“mhhhm” you hum to yourself, pretending to think,

he starts backing toward the hallway, not breaking eye contact, “door’s unlocked. just saying”

and before you could say anything, he’s already gone, disappearing into the bathroom

and not even a minute later, the sound of the shower starting fills the dorm

you flop back against the couch, ryul laughs and shakes his head, “don’t fall for it, he’s gonna be in there forever”

you sigh to yourself, getting comfortable on the couch

“i’ll just hang out with ryul in the meantime,” you announce loudly

loud enough for your bf to hear

“i heard that!!” he yelled from down the hall, making you and ryul laugh

not even five minutes pass before your phone lights up

ohyul’s calling

you stare at it, before you turn your head to look towards the bathroom door that is literally one wall away

“he has serious distancing issues” ryul laughs, “he’s not even 10 minutes into his.. whatever he’s doing”

you laugh, but answered anyway, “what?”

“hi,” he says, like he’s not literally calling you from inside the shower, you can hear the water running in the background, “can you come here for a sec?”

“..you could have literally called my name”

“yeah but this feels more dramatic”

you sigh and get up, padding down the hall and when you open the bathroom door, steam rolls out immediately, warm and thick, fogging up the bathroom mirror

“what do you need?” you ask, the heat in the room slapping you in the face

he peeks his head out from behind the shower curtain, his hair already damp, water running down his shoulders, that stupid, smug smile on his face

and you can’t lie, he looks unfairly good

annoyingly good..

“i forgot my body wash,” he admits, sheepishly

you blink at him, “what?”

“it’s on my desk,” he says defensively, “i cleaned and organised everything”

“that’s a first”

“hey!”

you roll your eyes at him before turning around

you grab the bottle from his room and come back, holding it out to him without stepping too far inside

he doesn’t take it from your hand immediately

instead, he looks at you through the steam, eyes slow and knowing

“you’re already here now,” he says, a small smirk on his face

“don’t”

“it’s warm”

“ohyul”

“baby”

“no.”

“we could save water,” he adds helpfully, as if he just found the solution for his own needs

you laugh, “you take hour long showers, i don’t think you care about saving water”

he groans in defeat, reaching out as if he was going to take the bottle, but instead his fingers linger around your wrist,

holding you

not tight, just enough

“please stay,” he says, softer now, almost pleading, his eyes glazed over

you hesitate for a sec, sighing to yourself

he steps a little closer, still mostly hidden behind the curtain, but close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off him now

there’s water droplets sliding down his jaw and chest and he tilts his head slightly, looking at you

really looking at you

“i missed you all day,” he murmurs, a slight pout on his lips as he speaks, “and then i finally see you and you hang out with ryul instead”

“you abandoned me for your shower,” you remind him, laughing quietly

“i invited you,” he defends himself, “i even won rock paper scissors”

you shake your head, giggling at his pouty smile but you don’t pull your hand away

he leans in just enough to press a quick, wet kiss to your knuckles, smirking when you inhale sharply,

“come on,” he says again, voice low but playful, “at least keep me company”

“is he still negotiating!?” ryul yells from the living room

ohyul groans, “ignore him”

you glance toward the door and then back at him

steam curls around both of you now

his fingers are still loosely wrapped around your wrist, his thumb now brushing soft circles against your skin like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it

you swallow, rolling your eyes playfully

“i can’t with you,” you say, chuckling, but it comes out quieter this time

he looks at you like he already knows that, like he knows you’re not actually leaving

his thumb slows before stops moving completely, pressing a little more intentionally against your skin

“and yet you’re still standing here,” he murmurs, more like he was stating a fact

you huff a laugh, trying to keep your composure, “i came to drop off your body wash”

“mm,” he hums, stepping just a fraction closer, close enough that the warmth from the shower hugs around you like a warm blanket, “well, you did, and now you can stay”

you should step back

you really should

but instead, your hand shifts from his wrist to his chest, to push him away

but you don’t put much effort into it, not fully convinced by your own intentions

he catches your waist easily with his free hand, steadying you before you can pretend to escape and run off again

“you’re wasting your shower time,” you mutter, more like a reminder to yourself than to him

“i know,” he says, smiling in that slow, smug way that lowkey makes you want to shove him away and kiss him at the same time, “actually you’re wasting it, you could’ve been in here all this time already”

you try to roll your eyes again, but it doesn’t quite land the way you intended it

you can feel the steamy warmth from his hand on your skin

“cmon baby” he pouts again

his gaze drops to your lips, then back to your eyes

unhurried, confident but eager at the same time, like he’s giving you one last chance to pull away

even though he already knows you won’t

and before you can rethink your decision

he smirks to himself, pulling you closer by your wrist until your clothed body touched his bare chest,

leaning down to press a warm kiss to your lips

it was gentle at first, a little teasing but still soft

but when you kiss him back, your hand coming up to brush back his damp hair, he can only smile into the kiss, his hand tightens slightly at your waist like he’s won something

his lips move against yours like he’s been waiting for this all day (which he basically did) and you barely have any time to react before he deepens it, tilting his head, drawing you closer until there was no space between you anymore

he hums against your mouth, pleased, as if he knew you’d melt like that

the kiss grows warmer, heavier and more charged soon enough, every brush of his lips on yours feels intentional, every pause only long enough for you to chase him

somewhere in the dorm, a door slams in the background, “is he still in there?!” you can hear louis yell

ohyul only pulls back far enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours, his lips smiling like he’s still amused by the whole thing, “they can wait,” he murmurs, like it’s the simplest decision in the world

and you don’t move

you don’t step back

you don’t even pretend you’re leaving this time

and he notices, of course he does

his smile softens into something more satisfied, more certain, his hand sliding from your waist to the edge of the shower curtain

his fingers curl around the edge of the curtain, pulling it back just enough for the warmth to escape

steam wraps around you two, thick and close, the air charged in that quiet way that makes your pulse feel louder than it should

you still hesitate for half a sec, just a moment, but long enough for him to notice

he lifts his eyebrows, amused, “what?” he murmurs, “you really thought you were just dropping something off?” he smirks

you roll your eyes, but you’re already stepping closer without thinking

he shifts a little to make room as he watches you undress yourself

and when you finally stepped into the shower with him, his hand immediately comes to your waist, pulling you closer with that same smug smile, this time just a little more confident

the water hits his shoulders, running down his chest, and you try very hard not to stare

but before you can, he leans in again, brushing his lips against yours

there’s no slow build this time, but he doesn’t rush it either

one of his hand comes up to your jaw, his thumb pressing lightly beneath your chin, tilting your head up to his.

his lips move against yours with quiet certainty, there’s no hesitation

his other thumb traces a lazy line along your hip, and when you melt into him without protest, he lets out a quiet, satisfied hum

he draws you in until your back meets the tiles on the wall, his body closing the space just enough to make it clear you’re not going anywhere

somewhere in the background, you can hear someone groan loudly, you weren’t even sure who it was at this point, “can he hurry-“

“i don’t think he’ll be out anytime soon bro” ryul snickered, knowing damn well what was happening

ohyul barely breaks the kiss, completely ignoring his members on the other side of the door, just enough to murmur against your mouth, “guess i win twice tonight”

his grin turns slightly wicked, amused as his eyes were glinting through the steam

you chuckle, “the first time was just luck”

he opens his mouth to argue back, but before he could you added; “look who’s wasting time now”

he lets out a soft, defeated laugh, “good thing i take long showers”

he pulls you almost impossibly closer, letting the steam swallow the space between you

and his smile only deepends like he knows exactly how this will end

and so do you

…and ryul (hehe)

mlist ツ

[soobinieee]

Just a Normal Day (with you)?

pairing: bf! louis x f!reader

word count: 1038

genre: fluff, romcom, slice of life, established relationship

sum. A soft birthday story where you surprised Louis, who just wanted a normal day...

It’s barely sunrise when you wake up to the quiet sound of movement in the kitchen.

For a second, you think you’re imagining it—Louis had insisted the night before that he wasn’t doing anything for his birthday. “Just a normal day,” he’d said, shrugging like it wasn't something worth making a big deal out of.

But of course, he was already awake.

You drag yourself out of bed, still half-asleep, and follow the faint clinking noises. When you reach the doorway, you pause.

He’s standing there in an oversized hoodie, hair messy, squinting at the stove like it personally offended him. There’s flour on his cheek—flour, somehow, and he’s holding a spatula like he’s negotiating with it.

“...Louis?”

He startles so hard he nearly drops it. “You weren’t supposed to be up yet.”

You lean against the doorframe, amused. “It’s my line. It’s your birthday.”

He looks away, ears a little red. “Yeah, well… I thought I’d make breakfast.”

You glance at the counter. It’s… chaotic. Eggs, batter, something that might’ve been pancakes in a past life.

“And this,” you say carefully, “was your plan?”

“It was going better in my head,” he mutters.

You laugh softly and walk over, reaching up to wipe the flour off his cheek with your thumb. He freezes for a moment, then relaxes, watching you in that quiet way he always does, like you’re the only thing worth focusing on.

“You don’t have to do this,” you say. “You’re supposed to be the one being spoiled today.”

He tilts his head. “I like doing things for you.”

There’s no hesitation in his voice. No teasing. Just simple, honest truth. That alone makes your chest feel a little too full.

You sigh dramatically. “Fine. But at least let me help before you accidentally burn the house down.”

“I was not—”

You reach past him and turn off the stove before the pan can prove him wrong.

He huffs, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.

The two of you end up working side by side, fixing his… attempt at breakfast. It’s messy, a little chaotic, but comfortable. Every now and then your hands brush, or he leans a little too close to check something that absolutely does not need checking.

At one point, you catch him staring again.

“What?” you ask. “Nothing.” “Louis.”

He hesitates, then shrugs. “It just feels nice.”

“Making lopsided pancakes?”

“No,” he says quietly. “Being here. With you.”

That does it.

You don’t even think—you just step closer and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his hoodie. He stiffens for half a second before immediately melting into it, arms circling you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Happy birthday,” you mumble against him.

He laughs softly, resting his chin on your head. “You’re supposed to say that after I wake up.”

“You were already up.”

“…Right.”

You pull back just enough to look at him. “I have something planned, you know.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Should I be concerned?”

“Very.”

He smiles. one of those real ones, not the teasing kind. The kind that makes his eyes soften and everything else feel a little quieter.

“Then I’m looking forward to it.”

You almost feel bad—almost—remembering how he said he just wanted a normal day.

"I think you'll regret saying that..." "Oh no... what did you plan...?"

You cleared your throat, dramatically. "Alright, riddle time!"

"I go up and down.." "Elevator?" "Nope. I make your heart race..." "You. OH playing minecraft with you at home!" Louis excitedly jumped up and down.

"No bruh I'm not done with my riddle." "What is it, just tell me pleeeeaseeeee" he pleaded.

"I also twist and turn, and will keep you on the edge of your seat! What am I?"

There's a pause.

Louis blinks. "...No, you did not.."

You tilt your head innocently. "No?"

"No," he repeats, already shaking his head in fear. "Absolutely not." he said curtly.

"You didn't even answer my riddle." "I don't need to," he says, pointing at you accusingly. "It's a roller coaster."

You try to keep a straight face. "It could be something else." "It's definitely not something else." "Well, it could be."

"It's not," he insists, voice rising slightly. "You said up and down, twist and turn. What else could that even be?"

You shrug. "It could be downhill karting?"

"Be serious."

You can’t hold it in anymore—you start laughing. His eyes widen. “You are serious.”

“Surprise... Happy birthday?” you offer weakly with a sheepish smile.

“Y/n.”

You reach for his hand. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“No, it won’t,” he says immediately. “It’ll be terrifying.” “You haven’t even tried it.” “I’ve seen videos,” he shoots back. “People scream. That’s not a good sign.”

“That’s the fun part.” “For you.”

You step closer, tugging his hand gently. “I’ll be with you the whole time.” “That doesn’t change the fact that it goes upside down.”

“Not all of them!” “You didn’t say which one.” “…Okay, that’s fair.”

He squints at you. “You’re evil.” You beam. “And yet you’re still coming with me.”

He hesitates.

You can see the exact moment he debates it—fear versus you.

“…Do I have a choice?” he asks finally. You squeeze his hand. “Nope.”

He sighs, dramatically dropping his head back against the couch. “If I scream, I’m blaming you.” “You’re definitely going to scream.” “I am not—”

You raise an eyebrow.

“…Okay, maybe a little,” he mutters.

You grin and pull him up. “That’s fine. I’ll scream louder so no one notices.”

He lets himself be dragged along, still complaining under his breath, but his fingers tighten around yours like he’s not planning to let go anytime soon.

“…You’re holding my hand the entire time,” he adds. You glance at him. “Of course.” “…Even on the big one?”

You smile, softer now. “Especially on the big one.”

He exhales, somewhere between nervous and fond. “…Okay,” he says quietly. “Then maybe it won’t be that bad.”

“See?” you tease. “You’re already getting braver.” “Don’t push it.”

"Heh I guess it's not such a normal day after all." you teased.

"Yeah... this definitely isn't just a normal day." He huffs softly, not letting go of your hand.

a/n: i referenced from that one 4SHOBOSHOW episode 😂... ANDDD HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS (a lil late oops)

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bruh omg max

[eu4mi]

HE’LL FIGHT FOR YOU, DOESN’T MEAN HE’LL WIN

➪ pairing : edwards martin x reader

➪ summary : when someone flirts and makes you uncomfortable, martin immediately goes on the defensive. unfortunately things don't go successfully.

➪ other notes : inspired by a tiktok i saw about martin trying to defend you and also by my belief in strong james. guys i love this picture of martin with his rosy cheeks, he is so adorbs.

you’re used to people staring or gawking at you, it doesn’t take a magician with binoculars to figure out that you’re hot. and instead of feeling insecure, martin felt proud that he could bag a baddie like you and he never minded when others fawned over you. mainly because that was him at one point, the only difference is that he upgraded and is now your boyfriend. what he didn’t like is when people, especially guys, are pushy towards you, evidently making you uncomfortable.

the party was bustling with so many people and if you were any less of a party person, you’d want to throw up and run away. but here you are, slightly bouncing at the beat of the music. that is until someone pressing up against you, you thought it was martin but once you turn around, your face wrinkles in disgust. just a random guy who you’ve never seen. you tried to excuse it as the mass of people just pushing each other.

so you swiftly move away, not wanting to make a big fuss about it. about five seconds later, the guy presses up against you again. “hey, what gives ? do you not know what space is ?!” you ask, obviously annoyed that he’s ruining your vibe. “my bad, just figured a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be dancing all alone,” the guy laughs. god you hated sleezy guys like these who think they’re smooth.

“i have a boyfriend,” you scoff, the swarm of people making it hard for you to leave the dance floor as he gets closer to you. “why do chicks always say that ? you wanna play hard to get so bad when in reality you just want a real man to-“ “what’s going on here ?” you hear martin’s voice behind you. you’ve never been more relieved in your life. you immediately grab onto his arm, squeezing it for dear life. that was martin’s immediate sign that something was wrong.

“who the fuck are you ?” the guy raises his voice. “i’m her boyfriend, that’s who,” martin gets on the defensive. the guy bursts out into laughter, “so the rude bitch does actually have a man, a scrawny one at that.” martin seethes at that, moving forward, making you let go of him. “i don’t give a damn what you say about me, but don’t talk shit on my girl,” martin doesn’t back down, you’ve never seen him like this.

“martin, please let’s just go,” you nervously say, attempting to diffuse the situation as the tension only rises. “yeah bro, listen to your little bitch, just be careful because by the way she looks, she might be giving it to other guys-“ before he can even finish, martin throws a punch straight to his nose. the crowd of people around you stop dancing, gasping at the sight. the guy stumbles back, hand immediately covering his nose.

but within a second, he straightens back up, eyes full of rage, blood coming down his nose and that’s when you really take in the guy’s appearance. very bulky and square like, even a little bit taller than your 6’3” boyfriend. you love martin, inside and out but a single thought crosses your mind at this moment ‘holy shit, he’s going to get his ass beat.’ and like your prediction, an unfair fight starts.

martin tries his best to get the upper hand but unfortunately he’s not made for fighting, especially against buff guys like this one. people cheer on the fight, not even knowing the context behind it. you have no idea what to do, you could jump in and get your ass beat as well or you could stay out of it and run away. and like clockwork, an idea pops into your head. you quickly shove through people, running to get james who’s on the other side of the house.

“james help !” you yell and he’s automatically concerned. “what’s wrong ? are you okay ??” he worriedly asks, putting down his drink. in a frantic panic, you try to explain the situation “martintriedtodefendmebuthegotintoafightandnowhesgettinghisasshandedtohim !!!!” all james catches is fight, martin, and ass handed to him. he sprints into action, following behind you to lead him to the scene.

within the minute that it took to get james and come back, martin is laying on the ground face up as the guy continuously punches him. “hey !” james forcefully pulls the guy away, allowing you to grab martin and drag him away to the nearest bathroom. as you do so, james starts to throw punches at the other guy. in the end, james beats the absolute daylights out of him, no one gets to fuck with his friends and get away with it.

the mob of nosy partiers celebrate loudly, still not knowing why all of this started. what do they know is that james knocked down a random muscular guy. “and to anyone who messes with my friends again, he’s an example of how you’ll end up,” james points at the crumpled up guy before walking away, fists pulsating and hurting. he knocks on the nearest bathroom door, you quickly open it before locking it again.

“did you ?” “yes” “and you ?” “yeah” you sigh a breath of relief. “is he okay ?” james asks, crouching down to be face to face with martin who’s reclined against the bathtub. “well he’s responding and besides the obvious bleeding and bruising, he’s sorta fine,” you sit in front of martin, softly wiping away and pressing his wounds with warm water and a hopefully clean hand towel. “the guy lost right ?” martin asks, speech slightly slurred. “yeah he did, don’t worry about it,” james smiles at his younger friend.

“i got him good didn’t i ? hyung i beat him up,” martin lolls his head to james. “see ma, i’ll always fight and win for you,” martin turns to look at you before looking down at his lap. you and james connect eyes in confusion. james hides his bloody knuckles, hey there’s no harm done in a white lie right ? “we should take him to the hospital…i think he has a concussion,” you suggest because there’s no way in martin’s right mind that he thinks he actually won.

“yeah, let’s go,” james lifts martin up slowly just as you get up to open the bathroom door. eventually you make it outside, loading martin into the backseat of james’ car. he quickly falls asleep, you have no idea if that’s a bad sign. “if he doesn’t remember, this stays between us,” you tell james as he passes a red light. “no worries, i won’t let him die out of embarrassment,” james smiles. you turn to look back at your sleeping boyfriend, bruised, blood drying at the corner of his mouth, and very very very stupid.

but, you can’t think of anyone else who would have willingly gotten into a fight in the name of defending you. and should you ever come across that asshole again, maybe he won’t remember martin as a loser. hopefully, he’ll remember martin being friends with james instead. but from now on, you’ll try your best not to even interact with people who aren’t worth your time or attention. you can’t bear to see your precious and loving boyfriend getting absolutely beat on. he really is a lover, not a fighter.

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NOW PLAYING- ROC STEADY - MEGAN THE STALLION & FLO MILI

MARTIN (non idol) x READER (Juhoons sister) U A BADDIE

You where juhoons sister you weren’t around much though always out late at parties. Everyone at school knew you as the party girl. You could get anyone, But Someone in particular wanted you. Martin Edwards, the catch he didn’t know you where Juhoons sister

yall seem to like being a baddie cuz yall r this has been giving sm trouble to write i hope yall like what i came up with ENJOY! lowkey a little short but thats okay!

You stumbled back into your house closing the door behind you. Your top sliding off your shoulder, Somehow still managing to walk in your heals. Makeup a little runny, Not enough to make you look messed up. Juhoon heard the front door open from his room it was a bit early for you to be home. He assumed it was your guys mom.

“Whos that?” Keonho said laying on his bed. Oh not to mention all his friends were in his room.

“Probably my mom” He said and went back to playing games with martin. Heres the thing, Juhoon never told his friends about you. You barely hung out with Juhoon anyway. But when teachers noticed you were related they couldn’t believe it

. When others in the halls heard of it they didn’t know what to make of it either. You and Juhoon were so different. You loud and known, Him calm and quiet. So when your heals clacked up the stairs they turned their heads to the door. Juhoon sighed softly, James raised his eyebrow.

“Did your mom go to a party or something?” Juhoon shook his head. He knew you’d come in any second. Keonho and seonghyeon looked at each other. Juhoons door opened and they all stared at the door opening.

“Ju did you do the laundry?” You said opening the door wide and crossing your arms leaning on the wall. All his friends eyes went wide, Keonho and Seonghyeon sat up on the bed. They looked you up and down you wore boot cut jeans and a hot pink halter top your hoop earrings shined in the light and the high pony was the cherry on top. They all knew you. But they didn’t know why you were here.

“Yeah don’t worry I separated your stuff” He replied softly while still looking at the tv. Everyone’s jaws were still dropped.

“Who the hell are all these people in my house?” You said pointing to his friends. He looked up and then back at you.

“My friends” You nodded. You saw James and your eyes went wide. You had recognized him from the day before he was one for your schools most prominent hockey player. All your friends keep talking about hes "my man that" "hes my man this" and well They were right he was fine up close.

“Ayee I saw you on the ice yesterday” You walked over and dapped him up and he reciprocated with a confused expression. You flopped down on the bed enough to steal Juhoons controller he let you. You noticed how quiet it got when you came in.

“Okay whats going on Ju? Your friends mute or something?” You asked and he shook his head.

“So then whats there deal?” He looked up at you.

“I never told them you where my sister.” They all gasp even you. The room erupted with wows and whats. It was loud to say the least. Now moved down to the living room you and Juhoon sat next to each other. He was more behind you, The rest sat on the couch. And for the past fifteen minutes you and Juhoon had to answer questions together. You just wish you went straight to your room.

“Theres no way…” Keonho said and Seonghyeon looked at you and Juhoon for about the past five minutes.

“You don’t even look alike…” You roll your eyes. and Juhoon rested on his hands.

“Well we’re not twins are we?” You asked while looking at your nails. Juhoon hit your side and you winced.

“Don’t even start that Juhoon” You said looking at him and he stared back at you.

“Please be nice to my friends I have to deal with yours.” You pouted but he’s right. He did deal with your friends.

“Sorry Seon….Seony…uh what was it again?” He smiled awkwardly. Rubbing the back of his head

“it’s Seonghyeon…” You fiddled with your hair. Looking away.

“Imma call you sean, Thats fine right?” He nodded. You winked at him clicking your tongue.

“Ju I like this one he listens” You look back at your brother and he rolls his eyes. If there was one thing about you, You loved meeting new people.

“You the blonde hair whats your name?” You pointed at martin and He looked at you. Martin was internally going insane. He has had the biggest crush on you since sixth grade. Now that your Juhoons sister and in front of him, You were much prettier up close. Your voice rang throughout his whole body. He was trying so hard to keep himself calm. But it was hard when you were so close.

“Martin…” You leaned in from your spot on the floor and his face was heating up.

“I can’t hear you dude.” You said and he repeated himself louder.

“Martin i’m martin.” You Ohhh’d loudly smiling you shook his hand. Was he dreaming?

“So nice to meet you. You play guitar right?” He nodded no way did you see him? Oh my god what if you were gonna make fun of him.

“That’s hella cool you have to teach me sometime that’s my favorite instrument. Even Juhoon won’t teach me…” You said looking back to your brother and he whistled along looking away. Martin looked up at you.

He noded without hesitation. His eyes were almost half lidded. He was lost in a daze even James noticed. After meeting Juhoons friends you realized how cool they all were. Even getting closer with your brother. You both didn’t realize how much you two had in common.

“Did yall eat already and how long do you plan on staying?” You asked and Keonho answered.

“No we didn’t eat and where gonna have a sleepover.” You walked over to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Juhoon asked you.

“I’m gonna make dinner, well actually let me changed first” You laughed and went upstairs. You came back down with your hair up in bun. With one of Juhoons shirts and A pair of your sweats. Juhoon raised his brow, Starting at your shirt.

“Isn’t that my shirt?” You rolled your eyes. And groaned while looking up.

“It’s literally looks better on me bro” He shook his head and you went into the kitchen where Keonho and Martin where talking.

You opened your cabinet and tired to reach for pasta noddles but you forgot you didn’t have your heals on anymore. You sighed and before you could climb onto the counter you felt you felt someone coming up from behind you and grabbing it for you.

“You needed this one? Are you making pasta?” You looked up from behind you and took the noodles box from martin.

“Yeah I am thank you” You said and he nodded.

“no problem” He smirked and you scoffed at his advances. You put on some music while making dinner you saw. Martin and Keonho dancing out of the corner of your eye. It made you laugh. Juhoon and james went to set up the living room for the sleepover and Seonghyeon and Keonho Went to go get snacks. So it was just you and martin in the kitchen.

“You can play music too mars” you said handing him your phone. Mars…Handing him your phone it was bliss. He grabbed it your fingers brushing slightly. He played some of his music it was new but calm. You smiled at his taste. Finishing the sauce you tasted it but you needed a second opinion. You got a spoon and scooped up a bit for Martin, blowing on it while walking over to him.

“Mars can you taste the sauce for me?” He nodded and bended down so you could feed him you held your hand on his chin incase some managed to spill. His cheeks felt hot but he pulled away putting his hands to his mouth. He smiled and he nodded fast.

“it’s amazing! You really know how to cook” You smiled and put the spoon in the sink. Walking over too the stove to check on the boiling pasta.

“thank you” He nodded.

“of course” he said back. Finishing the pasta you start to plate the table and martin notices he helps quietly. You didn’t even noticed. By the time you where gonna go back the table was set. You held extra plates but paused.

“oh.” He took the plates from your hands and put them away. You looked at him and he just smiled.

“i can do that myself you know?” You crossed your arms and he lead his arm on the arch way looking down at you.

“Could you?” He smirked and you scoffed with a smiled looking away. He walked over and ruffling your hair going to see what James and Juhoon were doing. You mouth hung open no way he just did that.

“JU GET YOUR FIREND!” Juhoon looked up and sighed while folding up some blankets and Martin laughed at your out burst. Finally sitting down with everyone you eat dinner they all complement your cooking. You smiled it’s been a while set you ate the table everyone went to go watch movies.

While you stayed in kitchen cleaning till someone came in, it was late at night you didn’t know someone came in until when you went to put the mugs up to dry you bumped into someone. Your face fully in their chest, you knew who it was he back up fast and his face was red.

“I’m so sorry! I just wanted to ask if you needed any help!” He held his hands up and You pushed the cups into his arms. Turning around to hide your face as well.

“you can put those away” You said and went back to cleaning and so that’s what he did. When the rest of the boys went to sleep you were already upstairs, scrolling through your phone. You still heard the tv on from downstairs. You went down to turn it off trying to be quiet.

“hey i was watching that…” you hear martin say from behind you. You look back and shrug your shoulders.

“Watch something on your phone everyone else it trying to sleep” You said walking back upstairs but he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait.” You raised your brow what could he want? What did he needed. You leaned down to hear him and his face went red.

“Can we hangout?” Your eyebrows widened. You and Martin hangout? Your brothers best friend wanted to hangout with you? Part of you wanted to pull away the other wanted to see what was going to happen. He looked up at you like he wanted you to say yes.

“Wanna come up to my room?” You were kidding, right? You smiled as you pulled martin up from the couch and he aimlessly followed you. Like a moth to a flame you made it up to your room it was pink. Pink fuzzy rug pink blankets, The cheetah print ascents where the cherry on top. It wasn't a shy pink, it was bold and it spoke to you.

He saw all your posters and vanity covered with makeup that he thought you never needed. Your bed was near you window. You sat down on it waiting for him you patting the spot next to you he sat down the bed folding under his weight.

The silence was filled with the opened widow hearing the cars from outside pass by also the light breeze that came in making you shiver. On instinct Martin had shrugged of his plaid jacket putting it over your shoulders. You smiled and looked at him.

" You like me huh?" Your voice was teasing and he leaned away.

"Who told you that?" His voice was a little less than shaky but it was there. You smirked and you leaned in closer. His lips pressed into a thin line like he was holding in his breath. He was leaning on your headboard and you were basically laying on top of him.

"How about say how we feel at the same time?" He raised his brow but harm would it do? Just leave him really embarrassed if you didn't feel the same way. He accepted his fate in nodded no way he was gonna back out now. If he even had a choice to.

"Alright ready?'' you said nodded you head up to him.

"Yeah" His lips quirked a smile.

"Your so cute" You said.

"I like you" He said. You both looked at each other and laughed then he finally pulled you down to his chest trapping you in his arms. Your face flushed and he tried to get you look at him. You where so stubborn and he loved that about you.

"Look at me cherries...please?" His voice was so soft your heart was melting. You HAD to look up and he cupped your face. You scooted up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Both of you feeling the connection you went closer and closer. To finally kissing each other but martin had a thought. You where his best friends sister was this right? It changed a lot of things. You felt him pull away.

"Whats wrong?" he rubbed his lips and looked at you. This was the first time hes ever seen you so vulnerable. Sure you where tough, sharp tongue and up beat attitude. Under all that was a girl who wanted to be loved just as much as she loved others. He sees that he sees you.

"Martin. please do not be playing with me right now" you said getting up but pulled you back. He stroked your hair and you sighed into his touch.

''I'm sorry its just I've liked you for so long but now that your my best friends sister it changes things a bit.'' You rolled your eyes you guess you knew what he was coming from yes it would be awkward. But you knew your brother and your brother new you.

"Don't even worry about him right now, just focus on me and you we can always get to the details later mars." You said and they way you where holding his hand. Your thumb rubbing on his knuckles made him pull you in for more. That night was a fun night you spent it trying to get to know each other. Having to hold in many laughs to not disturb the other downstairs. You slept on his chest. He rubbed your hair and pressed a kiss to it.

"Goodnight cherries" You smiled against his chest and he smiled. Maybe there was something more to parties. Nahhhh. He'd just have to come along now.

FINALLY DONEEE enjoy my lovely'sss

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