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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
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ocean ! ۶ৎ 6teen! ᥫ᭡. keonho biased ! ˙𐃷˙ requests are always open! ꨄ︎
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Can u make a fic where keonho gets his wisdom tooth removed and his girlfriend deals with him when he still hasn't come down from the anesthesia uk please I think you would write super well after reading your first drink for seann which was phenomenal btw like love yaaa ❤️🩹
ᯓ★ LOOPY FOR YOU .ᐟ .ᐟ
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ your crush turns into the world’s most affectionate, clingy goof after getting his wisdom teeth out.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ pairing ── ahn keonho , f reader.
a/n: thank you sm for the request!!! i kept it at just a crush between them🥹🥹 hope you guys enjoy <33 masterlist⋆˚꩜｡
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You sit in the waiting room of the oral surgeon’s office, knees bouncing under the chair as you clutch your phone. Keonho’s mom had texted you earlier asking if you could help watch him after the wisdom teeth removal since she had to run to work.
You said yes without thinking twice, even though the two of you are usually that awkward pair who can barely hold eye contact for more than three seconds. He is your friend, sort of, the guy who makes your stomach flip every time he laughs at your dumb jokes in class.
But today you are here, officially on nurse duty.
When they finally wheel him out, Keonho looks like a total mess. His cheeks are puffed up like a chipmunk, gauze peeking from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are glassy from the anesthesia. The nurse hands you a bag of pain meds and instructions, then gives you a sympathetic smile. “He might be a little out of it for the next few hours. Lots of love and rest.”
You help him into the passenger seat of the uber, heart hammering. Keonho turns to you immediately, his head lolling against the headrest. “Yoooou,” he mumbles around the gauze, voice all thick and dreamy. “You’re here. Omg, you’re so pretty. Why are you always so pretty?”
Your face burns hot. Normally he’d never say something like that. He’d just blush and look away if you caught him staring. But anesthesia Keonho has zero filter. He reaches over with clumsy fingers and pokes your arm. “Soft. You’re staying with me, right?”
“Shut up, you goof,” you say, laughing as you gently push his hand back. He pouts, which looks ridiculous with his swollen face, but it makes your chest feel warm and fluttery.
At his house you get him settled on the couch with pillows piled around him like a nest. He keeps trying to stand up every five minutes, claiming he needs to “go find the good snacks” or “show you my sick dance moves.” Each time you push him back down, he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer.
“Don’t leave,” he whines. His grip is surprisingly strong for someone half out of his mind.
“You smell nice. Like… flowers and girl. Stay right here. Please?”
You end up sitting on the edge of the couch while he drapes an arm around your waist, face smooshed against your side. “Keonho, you’re drooling on my shirt,” you tease, but you don’t pull away, even though this clingy version of him is dangerous for your heart.
He lifts his head, eyes wide and earnest. “Sorry. I love your shirt. I love everything. Especially you. We’ve been so shy and stupid, right? Like, I like you so much but I always freeze up. Not anymore. Anesthesia is the best. I wanna kiss your face.”
You snort, gently wiping his chin with a tissue. “You’re high as hell. Save the kisses for when you’re not leaking blood from your mouth, Romeo.”
He giggles, actually giggles, and nuzzles closer. “Blood kisses? Gross. But I’d do it. For you.” Then he starts humming some off-key tune from the new album you both pretended not to obsess over in group chat. His fingers trace lazy circles on your arm, sending little sparks everywhere.
Later you try to get him to eat some applesauce. He refuses unless you “airplane” it, opening his mouth wide like a baby bird and making exaggerated noises.
Half of it ends up on his shirt. “You suck at this,” he declares happily.
“But I still like you more than anyone. Even my dog. Don’t tell him.”
“Keonho, shut up,” you say, biting back a huge smile. Your cheeks hurt from grinning so much. You wipe his chin again, and he catches your hand, pressing a clumsy gauze-filled kiss to your knuckles.
“Mean it,” he mumbles, suddenly serious. “When this shit wears off… don’t let me go back to being shy. I wanna hold your hand at school and shit. Be my girlfriend? Pretty please with gauze on top?”
You freeze. Even loopy, he looks at you like you hung the stars. “Yeah,” you whisper, brushing his messy hair back.
“If you remember this tomorrow, then yeah. Deal.”
He cheers weakly and tugs you down so your head rests on his shoulder.
For the next hour he alternates between telling terrible jokes “Why did the tooth go to school? To get a little wisdom, duh.” and whispering sweet nonsense about how soft your hair is and how he wants to take you to the arcade once his face stops looking like a balloon.
You stay curled up with him until the meds start to fade and his clinginess turns into sleepy cuddles. His arm stays locked around you the whole time, like he is scared you will disappear. And for once, you are not shy either. You just hold him back, laughing quietly at his silly moments and feeling the cute warmth of something real starting between you.
When his mom finally gets home, Keonho is half-asleep but still mumbling your name. You kiss his forehead before you leave, cheeks burning again.
Tomorrow is going to be interesting.
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ you receive a soundclound link from an unknown number in the middle of the night.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ pairing ── edwards martin , f reader.
a/n: hi guysss! finally finished this smau!! also posted on tt as lettersbyocean <33 this is the first part ! masterlist⋆˚꩜｡
— kisses ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
Girl I love ur work pleaassee I need more Martin x reader AU's tyyy😚
thank you thank youu 🫶🏼 i’ve been trying to write something these days, but my brain just stopped functioning properly
is that anoi on your pfp 😭 ilhsm
yeahhhh ! she’s so cool and i love her style 😭
First of all wow ur writing is top notch
second I NEEEEEEED more James fics it was so so so good . Maybe something fluff w a bit of suggestive smut idk what ur comfy w writing
anyway eatablished relashionship something cute the only important thing is its james really lmao
anyway love your work cant wait for more 🤍🧚🏻♀️
AHHH thank you so muchhh🤍🤍 i always love compliments on my writing !! so, rn i don’t write smut cuz i’m still a teenager and i get a little nervous about ppl judging & yes ik that writing doesn’t always equal personal experience or intent, people write fantasy, horror, crime, angst, and romance to explore stories and emotions, i think teenagers being curious about relationships or writing fictional intimacy isn’t automatically strange buutttt i’m still not sure if i should try…
ok i’ll stop yapping now.. thank you again for being so sweet !! 😋🫶🏻
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ pretending to be mad at james becomes impossible when he already knows you to well
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ pairing ── zhao yufan , f reader.
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ contains : playful arguing / fake argument , teasing , small bickering , light tension
wc: 1,2k masterlist⋆˚꩜｡ — kisses ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
The whole thing starts because James refuses to stop talking.
You are sitting comfortably across his bed with one of his hoodies swallowed around your frame, legs tucked beneath you while the evening settles quietly outside his room.
The rain had started earlier and now soft tapping sounds press against the window while music hums somewhere from his speaker, low enough to blend into the room without demanding attention.
James is stretched lazily against the pillows with his phone balanced in one hand, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who has spent the last fifteen minutes bothering you.
“You know,” he says without looking up, “I’m starting to think you only date me for my clothes.”
You glance down at the oversized sleeves covering your hands and shrug.
“That’s not true.”
He finally lifts his eyes.
“Oh?”
“I also date you because you buy me food.”
That earns a quiet laugh.
“Wow.” He presses a hand dramatically over his chest. “Good to know my personality never made the list.”
“You have one?”
James lowers his phone slowly.
And immediately, you know that expression.
The one that means he is about to become unbearable.
“That’s interesting,” he says, sitting up a little. “Because I was just thinking the exact same thing about you.”
You smile innocently and continue scrolling on your own phone.
Unfortunately, he takes your silence as encouragement.
“You’ve been stealing my hoodie all day, insulting me for free, and now suddenly I’m the problem.”
“You are the problem.”
“That hurts.”
“You’ll survive.”
He narrows his eyes, clearly entertained rather than offended.
The thing about James is that he enjoys these little arguments far too much. Half the time they are not even disagreements anymore, just excuses to keep your attention focused on him.
And honestly, you encourage it more than you admit.
Still, tonight you suddenly feel like pushing it further.
So you lock your phone, look up at him, and sigh dramatically.
“You know what?” you say. “I think I’m upset with you.”
James does not even blink.
“No you’re not.”
You stare at him.
“That was quick.”
“Because I know you.”
You fold your arms.
“Well maybe you don’t.”
His mouth twitches.
“That sounds so fake already.”
You try keeping your expression serious.
“I’m being serious.”
“Mhm.”
“I am.”
“No.” He sets his phone aside completely and leans back against the headboard, looking entirely too relaxed. “You’re entertaining yourself.”
You narrow your eyes.
“You think this is funny?”
“Actually I think you’re funny.”
That annoyingly calm smile stays on his face while you sit there trying not to laugh.
Which only irritates you more.
“Maybe I should stop talking to you.”
James tilts his head.
“For how long?”
You hesitate.
“A while.”
“That’s not really specific.”
“Oh my god.”
He looks at you carefully for another second before shaking his head.
“You don’t even sound mad enough.”
You grab the nearest pillow and throw it at him.
He catches it immediately.
“There,” you say. “Better?”
He considers it.
“Still not convinced.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re cute when you’re pretending.”
That makes you sit up straighter.
“I’m not pretending.”
James looks genuinely thoughtful for a second.
Then, with complete confidence, he says, “Okay. Leave then.”
You blink.
“What?”
“If you’re really mad.”
He gestures toward the door casually.
The confidence in his voice bothers you more than it should.
So naturally, you decide to commit.
“Fine.”
You push yourself off the bed and start walking toward the door.
Behind you, James stays suspiciously quiet.
For approximately three seconds.
Then you hear movement.
Followed by footsteps.
You do not need to look back to know he is following you.
“You walk so fast,” he comments.
You ignore him.
“That’s kinda impressive actually.”
Still nothing.
You reach the hallway while he trails after you with absolutely no shame.
“Babe.”
Silence.
“You know I hate you ignoring me, right?”
You continue walking toward the kitchen with your arms crossed while he follows at an annoyingly relaxed pace.
You open the fridge despite not wanting anything at all, mostly because you need somewhere to stand.
James leans against the doorway.
“Babe, come on.”
“I’m upset.”
“No,” he says calmly. “You’re just really bored.”
You close the fridge harder than necessary.
“You don’t take anything seriously.”
“That’s not true.”
“You literally don’t believe me because you don’t love me anymore.”
He studies you for a second.
Then his eyes drop toward the hoodie.
“Alright then, take off my clothes.”
You look down.
“Shut up!”
You push past him and head toward the living room instead.
Again, he follows.
And somehow that annoys you while also making you smile.
“You know what your issue is?” you ask.
He looks delighted immediately.
“Oh this sounds promising.”
“You always think you’re right.”
“That’s because I usually am.”
“That is genuinely insufferable.”
“And yet,” he says while falling into step beside you, “you’re still here.”
You drop onto the couch dramatically.
He sits beside you.
Too close.
You move away.
He moves too.
You glare.
He smiles.
“You’re irritating.”
“You’ve said that already.”
“But I mean it more now.”
You try scooting away again but his knee bumps yours before you get far.
“You know,” he says softly, “if you were actually mad, you’d be quieter.”
That makes you pause.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You talk more when you’re fake mad.”
Your jaw drops.
“You study me now?”
“I pay attention.”
For some reason, that answer throws you off more than you expect.
Before you can respond, his fingers poke lightly at your side.
You immediately grab his wrist.
“James.”
“There she is.”
“Stop.”
“You smiled.”
“I did not!”
You let go of his wrist and look away dramatically.
For once, he quiets.
The teasing fades into something softer while the rain continues tapping against the windows.
Then you feel him looking at you again.
“You done?” he asks quietly.
You keep staring ahead.
“No.”
“Mhm.”
“I’m still upset.”
He nods thoughtfully.
“That’s terrible.”
“You’re making fun of me.”
“A little.”
You try staying serious.
You really do.
But then his shoulder nudges yours.
And again.
And once more until you finally crack.
A laugh slips out before you can stop it.
James looks victorious immediately.
“Oh wow,” he says softly. “Look at that.”
You cover your face with your sleeve.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do.”
He smiles.
“That’s a lot coming from someone who kept kissing me last night.”
You groan quietly and lean back against the couch.
The worst part is that he looks so pleased.
Then his hand reaches toward yours and somehow you already know where this is going.
His fingers slide gently through yours before you can pull away, warm and familiar.
The room feels quieter suddenly.
The teasing still lingers between you, but softer now.
He squeezes your hand once.
Then looks over.
“You know,” he says, voice lower than before, “for somebody trying to leave me five minutes ago…”
You look at him.
“You’re holding my hand pretty hard.”
Your face warms instantly.
You try pulling away but he does not let go.
And unfortunately, his smile only softens.
“You’re awful,” you mumble.
James leans back against the couch, still holding your hand between both of his like he won something.
“Sure,” he says quietly. “But you were never actually leaving.”
i love we're gonna suffocate so frickity fracking much "“You’re so adorable,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious truth in the world." ADÖHOUW YOU'RE KILLING ME but..... I might like u a lil bit more ....
HELPPPP😭😭😭ILYYY but only might ???? damn 🤨🤨🤨
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⋆˚࿔ scenarios w all the members :
01. forgetting his name
02. bite his cheek
⋆˚࿔ oneshots :
01. pink lipgloss ~ ahn keonho
02. first drink ~ eom seonghyeon
03. snowy weather ~ edwards martin
04. we’re gonna suffocate ~ kim juhoon
05. pretending to be mad ~ zhao yufan
01. loopy for you ~ ahn keonho
⋆˚࿔ smau’s :
01. soundclound link ~ edwards martin
stay tuned for more …
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ᯓ★ WE’RE GONNA SUFFOCATE .ᐟ .ᐟ
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ your boyfriend thinks there’s no such thing as too close.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ pairing ── kim juhoon , f reader.
wc: 0,65k
a/n: hi sweethearts ♡ hoping everyone is having a beautiful day !! please remember to eat something and rest well <33, i finally managed to finish this fic thank you so much for all the love and support, it always means the world to me. i hope you enjoy reading ₊˚⊹ ᰔ kisses 🪽
The couch is already warm from the two of you being pressed together for what feels like hours, the kind of lazy afternoon where neither of you bothered to move far enough to even consider standing up. Juhoon is unusually clingy today, even for him, and that alone says a lot.
He’s practically attached to you, arms locked firmly around your waist, his body half draped over yours as if letting go isn’t even an option his mind is willing to process. Every time you shift even slightly, he follows immediately, tightening his hold without thinking.
“You’re even worse than usual today,” you murmur, trying to sound annoyed, but it comes out soft instead.
He doesn’t answer properly. Instead, he pulls you closer again, burying his face into the side of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, steady but a little uneven, and you can feel how completely relaxed he is like this, even if he refuses to admit it.
“Don’t leave any time soon,” he says quietly, the words muffled against your skin, almost hesitant in a way that doesn’t match his usual confidence.
That makes you pause. Then you smile a little to yourself, fingers sliding up to the back of his neck. “I’m not going anywhere, Juhoon.”
He hums like he doesn’t fully believe you, but his grip doesn’t loosen. If anything, it gets tighter. Like he’s trying to physically make sure you stay.
Your hands start to play with his hair slowly, running through it in an absent, calming rhythm. He relaxes instantly under your touch, shoulders dropping as if he’s been holding tension there all day without you noticing. You feel his breath shift against your neck, slower now.
“You’re really comfortable like this,” you whisper.
“Mm,” he replies, which is not a word but somehow still an answer.
He shifts again, pulling you even closer, like he’s testing how far he can go before you protest.
You let out a small laugh. “We’re going to suffocate if you keep doing that.”
That earns you a quiet laugh from him, low and close to your shoulder, the sound vibrating through you more than you expect. He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, lingering just for a second before lifting his head slightly. His eyes meet yours for a moment, soft and unreadable in that way that always makes your heart trip over itself.
“Hi,” you say, smiling without thinking.
That seems to be enough for him. He leans in and kisses you properly, slow and warm, like he’s been waiting for that exact moment without realizing it. You melt into it instinctively, your hand still resting at the back of his neck. You love the way he kisses you, even if you would never say it out loud. It’s too easy to give him that satisfaction.
When he pulls back, he doesn’t go far. He never really does.
Your fingers find his hair again, and this time you start messing with it properly, separating strands and pushing them into different directions as if you’re experimenting. “Oou babe, this would actually suit you,” you say, trying to sound serious but failing as you laugh.
You push most of his hair dramatically to the right side, creating the silliest hairstyle imaginable, and tilt your head to admire your work.
“There,” you say proudly. “New look.”
Juhoon looks at you for a moment and instead of complaining, he just smiles. That soft, fond smile that always catches you off guard.
“You’re so adorable,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious truth in the world.
Before you can even respond, he lowers his head again, resting it right back into the curve of your neck like he belongs there. His arms tighten around your waist again, settling into you completely as if the conversation is over and this is where he intends to stay.
And honestly, you don’t mind.
hi 👋 just sending this to tell you how much i’ve enjoyed reading your latest oneshot! you wrote Martin so well, i can definitely see him as you described, even the traits and the sayings. it’s so well written and beautifully done! i really enjoyed ❤️ thank you! hoping to read much more beautiful stuff
hiii, this genuinely made me smile so much, thank you!! i’m really happy you enjoyed the oneshot and especially the way i wrote Martin 😭 i always try to keep his little habits and the way he’d speak close to how i imagine him in a relationship, so this means a lot to hear, thank you for reading and for taking your time to send this 🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻
⋆˙⟡ SNOWY WEATHER .ᐟ .ᐟ
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ your boyfriend takes you to his studio during a snowstorm and somehow makes it the most romantic date ever.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ pairing ── martin edwards, f reader. wc: 3,2k
a/n: hey guyss, just wanted to say that martin is bias wrecking me hard rn so i made this, enjoy ᯓ★ — thanks a lot for the support ily ‹𝟹 ‹𝟹 kisses
Big soft flakes fall slowly outside your window, covering the streets in white while the sky stays pale and cloudy above the city. For a few seconds you just stay under your blanket watching it quietly, your phone still resting beside your pillow where Martin’s last message waits unread.
wear something warm btw
it’s freezing outside
A small smile pulls at your lips immediately.
You text him back while still half asleep, then force yourself out of bed to start getting ready.
Dates with Martin are never boring.
That is probably your favorite thing about him.
Some boyfriends just ask where you want to eat and call it a day, but Martin somehow turns every small outing into something memorable without even trying. One night he drags you through empty streets at midnight because he sees a cute dog he wants to take home. Another night he randomly buys instant cameras and spends hours taking ugly pictures of you just to keep them inside his phone case afterward.
He acts casual about everything too, like none of it matters that much, but you notice the details anyway.
The way he always walks on the side closest to the road.
The way he remembers every tiny thing you mention once.
He is romantic without admitting he is romantic.
You pick a warm cream colored sweater, a skirt with tights underneath, your prettiest scarf, and after fixing your hair carefully, you stare at yourself in the mirror for a second longer than necessary.
Martin always looks good.
And somehow that always makes you nervous before dates even after months together.
By the time he texts you that he arrived, your stomach already feels warm with excitement.
You hurry downstairs and instantly spot him, hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jacket while snowflakes collect in his hair.
The second he sees you, his entire face changes. Like it always does around you.
“There you are,” he says quietly when you walk closer.
You smile immediately. “You’ve been waiting long?”
“Like thirty seconds.” He looks at you for another second before tilting his head slightly. “You look cute.”
Your face warms instantly.
“You say that every time.” you respond, pushing his chest slightly.
“Yeah but I always tell the truth.”
You look away automatically while he grins to himself like he enjoys embarrassing you more than anything else.
The cold air hits your cheeks immediately once you both start walking down the street together, snow crunching softly under your shoes while the city around you glows with blurred lights and warmth from cafés and stores.
It feels peaceful.
Martin walks beside you casually at first, listening while you talk about something random you saw online earlier, occasionally laughing quietly at your dramatic storytelling.
Then after a few minutes, without saying anything, he reaches for your hand.
You expect him to hold it normally.
Instead, he slips your joined hands directly into his jacket pocket.
The warmth surprises you instantly.
Your words stop for half a second as his fingers lazily intertwine with yours inside the pocket, hidden away from the cold.
Martin keeps walking like he did not just make your heart completely melt.
“And then she literally said—” you continue awkwardly, trying to focus again.
“Mhm,” he hums, listening carefully.
His thumb brushes slowly against your fingers while you talk.
You glance at him quietly.
“What?”
“You’re cold too,” you point out.
“I’ll survive.”
“But your hand is freezing.”
He shrugs lazily. “It’s fine, we’re getting warmer together.”
Snowflakes continue falling around you quietly while the city slowly gets brighter as night settles in completely. Every now and then Martin squeezes your hand gently inside his pocket while listening to you talk, occasionally throwing teasing comments just to see your reactions.
You genuinely think there is nobody easier to exist around than him.
Even silence with Martin never feels awkward.
At some point you both stop near a small café window to look at the desserts displayed inside, your attention immediately caught by a strawberry cake near the front.
Martin notices, obviously.
“You want it?”
“No.”
“You keep staring at it, so should I buy it?”
“Babe I said no, it’s fine!”
“That’s code for wanting it.”
You laugh quietly while he opens the café door before you can protest further.
“Martin—”
“Relax. I’m literally buying cake, not a house.”
The warmth inside wraps around both of you immediately and while you wait near the counter, Martin casually brushes melting snowflakes from your hair.
His fingers move carefully through the strands.
“You’re getting snow all over your head.”
“So are you.”
“Yeah but I’m not the pretty one.”
You stare at him for a second in complete disbelief.
He just smirks casually afterward like he did not say anything insane.
You genuinely do not know how he says things like that so naturally.
A little while later, holding the drinks and the cake packed away, you continue walking through the snowy streets together while Martin talks about music this time.
About a project he has been working on for days.
About a track that keeps annoying him because it still does not sound right.
You listen carefully even when half the technical terms make no sense to you, mostly because you love hearing him talk about things he cares about.
His whole face changes when he talks about music.
“You know what,” he suddenly says after a pause.
“What?”
“Come to the studio with me.”
You blink in confusion. “Right now?”
“Yeah.”
“Aren’t we on a date?”
“We still are.”
You laugh softly. “Martin, you’re literally asking me to watch you work.”
“And?”
“I don’t understand why you need me there.”
He looks at you for a second like the answer should be obvious.
“Because I want you there.”
The words hit you embarrassingly hard.
You look away immediately while he smiles to himself.
“You can sit on the couch looking pretty while I work. That’s basically your job.”
“That’s not a real job.”
“It is to me, so please come.”
Eventually you agree, mostly because saying no to Martin when he looks at you like that feels impossible.
The walk toward the studio gets colder the longer it goes.
The snowfall slowly grows heavier, wind pushing flakes against your coats while the streets become softer and quieter under layers of white. Your scarf barely helps anymore and you laugh quietly when snow lands directly in your face.
“This is your fault,” you complain.
“How?”
“You made us walk in a snowstorm.”
“It’s fine babe, we’ll survive.”
You shake your head while trying to brush snow out of your hair, but before you can, Martin suddenly steps closer.
Then he lifts both arms above your head awkwardly.
You stare at him in confusion.
“…What are you doing?”
“Protecting your hair.”
You burst into laughter instantly.
His sleeves hang over part of your face while he walks beside you like a human umbrella, trying very seriously to shield your hair from the snow.
“Martin, this looks ridiculous.”
“I know you spent like two hours doing it.”
“Only one hour.”
“Exactly. I’m preserving the investment.”
Your laughter gets louder while he keeps one arm stretched over your head dramatically, snow collecting all over his jacket instead.
“You’re getting covered in snow!”
“Yeah, because somebody has to survive in this relationship.”
You smile so hard your cheeks start hurting.
Even while complaining dramatically, he keeps checking your face every few seconds to make sure you are warm enough, slowing down whenever streets get slippery.
At one point your boots nearly slide on ice and his hand grabs your waist instantly before you can even react.
“You okay?”
You nod quickly, slightly embarrassed.
“Careful,” he murmurs softer this time.
By the time you both finally reach the studio building, your shoes are covered in snow and your cheeks hurt from the cold.
Martin unlocks the door quickly before pulling you inside with him, warmth immediately wrapping around both of you. The sudden heat makes you sigh quietly in relief while snow melts slowly from your coats onto the floor.
“Oh my god,” you mumble, laughing softly while fixing your scarf. “I can’t feel my face anymore.”
Martin closes the door behind you before looking over at you immediately.
“You freezing?”
“A little.”
Without even answering, he steps closer and places both hands against your cheeks for a second, warming them gently. His fingers are cold too, but somehow it still feels comforting.
“There,” he says quietly.
You smile automatically. “That doesn’t help.”
“It absolutely helps.”
“It literally doesn’t.”
He grins before leaning down and kissing you softly anyway, cutting off your complaints immediately.
The kiss is warm and slow compared to the freezing weather outside, and one of his hands slides behind your neck carefully while he checks your reaction like he always does. Martin kisses like he has all the time in the world, never rushed, always making you feel like you are the only thing he is thinking about.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours.
His studio feels cozy tonight.
Dim lights glow softly around the room while speakers, wires, notebooks, and random half empty coffee cups clutter almost every surface. The familiar scent of Martin’s cologne mixed with warm electronics fills the air, and somehow the place already feels comforting to you now after spending so many nights there with him.
You both shrug off your coats before settling onto the couch near his setup.
Martin immediately gets comfortable, opening his laptop and placing it across his lap while you sit curled beside him with your legs tucked under yourself. A few seconds later, without even looking away from the screen, he rests one arm lazily across your legs like it belongs there.
Which it kind of does.
Music quietly fills the room while he starts working again, focused almost instantly.
You watch him for a little while before giving up and checking your phone instead.
Honestly, you have tried understanding what he does multiple times.
But after five minutes of watching him move random things around on a screen full of confusing audio tracks and tiny buttons, your brain always stops trying.
So eventually your attention drifts toward social media instead while Martin continues editing something carefully.
A few minutes pass quietly like that.
Then suddenly his hand squeezes your leg lightly.
“Hey.”
You hum absentmindedly, still scrolling.
“Focus here.”
You look up in confusion only to find him already staring at you instead of the laptop.
“I am focusing.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes I am babeee.”
“You’ve been ignoring me for ten minutes.”
You laugh softly. “Martin, I literally don’t understand anything you’re doing.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point?”
He tilts his head slightly while looking at you in that unfairly soft way that always makes you nervous.
“You’re supposed to sit there and watch me while I work.”
You stare at him in disbelief. “You’re insane.”
You shake your head while smiling despite yourself and he just watches you for another second before suddenly leaning closer.
Then he kisses you again.
Quick this time. Just enough to completely distract you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs quietly against your lips afterward.
Your stomach flips instantly.
You pull back slightly, already embarrassed. “I hate you.”
That only makes his smile grow.
“No you don’t.”
Unfortunately, he sounds extremely confident about it too.
You hide part of your face inside your sleeve while he laughs softly before finally turning back toward his laptop again, clearly pleased with himself.
Snow continues falling heavily outside the studio windows while soft instrumentals play quietly through the speakers. Martin works for a while longer, occasionally mumbling frustrated things under his breath whenever something annoys him, and every time you laugh at him for it, he gives you the same dramatic offended look before going back to work.
At some point you stop checking your phone completely and just start watching him instead.
Watching the way his brows pull together when he focuses.
The way his fingers tap absentmindedly against your leg while thinking.
The way he quietly mouths lyrics to himself before typing something down quickly.
He looks so naturally cool doing literally anything that it almost annoys you.
Eventually he closes the laptop with a tired sigh before letting it slide onto the couch beside him.
“Done?”
“For tonight.”
You smile softly. “Proud of you.”
His expression changes immediately at that.
He moves closer until his shoulder presses against yours before lifting one hand toward your hair absentmindedly. His fingers slide slowly through the strands while he leans back against the couch, exhaustion finally replacing his earlier focus.
You stay quiet while he plays with your hair gently.
Then after a few seconds, he starts mumbling random lyrics under his breath.
Soft melodies barely above a whisper.
You look up at him quietly while he stares somewhere ahead thoughtfully, fingers still moving slowly through your hair without realizing it.
And suddenly your chest feels painfully full because he looks so adorable. You smile to yourself quietly.
Honestly, sometimes Martin feels too perfect to be real.
You love the way he takes care of you without making it obvious and the way he somehow notices everything about you all the time.
Even now, while half distracted and exhausted, one of his hands still keeps pulling the blanket higher over your legs every time it slips down slightly.
He notices you staring eventually.
“What?”
You shake your head softly. “Nothing.”
He narrows his eyes suspiciously. “Just say it.”
You laugh quietly while moving closer until your head rests properly against his shoulder.
“I’m just so in love with you.”
Your words come out softer than expected.
Martin goes quiet for a second, then his fingers slide gently under your chin, tilting your face up toward him.
“Well that’s good,” he murmurs softly before kissing your forehead. “Because I’m kinda obsessed with you.”
ᯓ★ FIRST DRINK .ᐟ .ᐟ
☆.ㅤ SYN. ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ your usually shy boyfriend gets drunk for the first time and becomes way too clingy.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ pairing ── eom seonghyeon , f reader.
needy seonghyeon (?) ⋆.˚ wc: 1,5k
a/n : heyyy guys, this was in my drafts for a while but whatever <𝟑 .ᐟ also keep in mind that i do not support or encourage underage drinking, it may reflect situations that many teenagers are familiar with in real life, but here they are only used for storytelling purposes and should not be taken as encouragement or promotion. thanks. kisses >⩊<
Your room was warm and quiet, lit only by the small lamp beside your bed while the rest of the apartment stayed dark and still around you. You had been half asleep for almost twenty minutes already, curled comfortably under your blanket with your phone abandoned somewhere near your pillow, your eyes barely able to stay open anymore.
Then suddenly, loud knocking echoed through the apartment.
You flinched awake immediately, heart jumping as the sound repeated again, louder this time. For a second you just stared at the ceiling in confusion before slowly pushing the blanket off yourself and getting out of bed.
Who even knocks like that this late at night?
You dragged your feet toward the door sleepily, fixing your oversized shirt a little before unlocking it.
The moment the door opened, Martin almost stumbled inside first.
“Oh thank god,” he sighed dramatically.
Then you saw Seonghyeon beside him.
And immediately froze.
His hair was completely messy, falling over his eyes unevenly like someone had been running their hands through it all night, and his hoodie hung off one shoulder slightly while he stood there swaying just enough for you to notice. His cheeks were flushed pink, eyes half lidded and unfocused, and the second he looked at you, his entire expression softened instantly.
You blinked in surprise. “Is he drunk?”
“Very,” Martin answered instantly.
Seonghyeon frowned slightly beside him. “I’m not that drunk.”
“You almost cried because they changed the music,” Martin deadpanned.
“I liked that song.”
Martin rolled his eyes before looking back at you.
“He would not shut up about wanting to come see you.” He pointed toward Seonghyeon with complete exhaustion. “Like genuinely. Every five seconds it was your name over and over again.”
Your eyes moved back to Seonghyeon automatically and he just stared at you quietly, blinking slowly.
“He missed you,” Martin added teasingly.
Seonghyeon immediately hid part of his face inside his sleeve and you could not help smiling a little.
Martin sighed dramatically again before carefully grabbing Seonghyeon by the shoulders and moving him toward you.
“Here. He’s your problem now.”
The second Seonghyeon reached you, he leaned against you almost instantly, his weight warm and heavy against your shoulder.
Martin pointed at him seriously.
“Do not let him drink again because he’s either gonna ruin the party or start confessing his feelings to random furniture.”
“I was not talking to furniture,” Seonghyeon mumbled.
“You thanked a lamp.”
“That’s because it looked nice.”
You laughed quietly before Martin started walking backward toward the elevator again.
“Good luck,” he called out. “And seriously, keep him alive.”
Then he disappeared.
Leaving you alone with your extremely drunk boyfriend clinging to your shoulder.
For a moment Seonghyeon just stayed there quietly, arms loosely around your waist while his forehead rested against the side of your head.
“You smell nice,” he murmured suddenly.
You smiled despite yourself. “Thank you.”
His grip tightened slightly like he was making sure you were real.
“Missed you.”
The words came out so soft and honest that your chest hurt a little.
“You saw me this morning,” you whispered.
“Still missed you.”
God.
You carefully guided him inside before closing the door behind you, and the second you did, he immediately followed you around the apartment like a lost puppy while you prepared things for him.
You grabbed comfortable clothes from your drawer, placing them neatly inside the bathroom before turning the shower on slightly so the water could warm up.
“You need to shower first,” you told him gently.
Seonghyeon stood beside the sink watching you quietly, looking impossibly tired and clingy at the same time.
Then suddenly he moved closer.
Enough that you had to tilt your head up to look at him properly because of the obvious height difference between you two. Even drunk, he somehow still carried that naturally soft presence around you, except now it felt less controlled.
Needier.
His arms slid around your waist slowly before he leaned down and rested his chin on your shoulder, practically folding himself against you.
You immediately wrapped your arms around the back of his neck carefully, fingers brushing softly through the messy hair at the nape of it.
“It’s okay, babe,” you whispered. “You’re okay.”
He made a quiet sound against your shoulder, almost like a hum.
You smiled slightly. “Was this your first time drinking?”
After a small pause, he nodded.
That made your smile grow instantly.
Of course it was.
Everything suddenly made sense now. The clinginess. The nonstop honesty.
You gently rubbed circles against the back of his neck while he stayed there holding you silently.
Then after a few seconds, he spoke again.
“Babe.”
“Hm?”
He lifted his head slightly just enough to look at you properly, eyes heavy and unfocused but still impossibly soft.
“I love you so much.”
Your heart almost stopped.
Before you could even answer, he leaned down and kissed you.
Harder than usual.
Desperate in a way that completely caught you off guard because Seonghyeon was normally shy with affection, always hesitating before kisses, always getting embarrassed after holding your hand for too long.
But now he kissed you like he could not help himself.
Like every thought in his head had disappeared except you.
You could taste the alcohol faintly against his lips, sweet and bitter at the same time, but you barely noticed because of how tightly he held you.
One of his hands moved up your back slowly while he kissed you again, deeper this time, and your fingers tightened instinctively behind his neck as your breathing started getting uneven.
When he finally pulled back slightly for air, his forehead rested against yours for barely a second before he leaned in again immediately.
Another kiss.
Then another.
Your brain felt completely scrambled by the sudden affection.
“Babe,” you murmured breathlessly against his lips, barely managing to speak between kisses. “Calm down.”
The second the words left your mouth, he stopped immediately.
His eyes widened slightly like he just realized what he was doing.
“Sorry,” he whispered instantly.
You blinked up at him, still breathless.
He looked genuinely flustered now despite being drunk, his cheeks flushed deeper pink than before.
“You just…” He swallowed softly. “You drive me crazy.”
Your stomach flipped painfully.
A small laugh escaped you before you could stop it and you shook your head slightly, still holding onto him.
“I think you’re really drunk.”
“I know.”
But he clearly did not care.
Instead he just hugged you closer again, hiding his face against your shoulder like he suddenly got shy all over again after saying too much.
Which somehow made the whole thing even cuter.
Eventually, after a lot of convincing and helping him not trip over literally nothing, you managed to get him showered and into clean clothes.
By the time you both finally crawled into bed, the apartment had gone completely silent again.
Seonghyeon immediately moved toward you the second he laid down, arms wrapping around your waist while he pulled you close against his chest like he physically could not sleep otherwise.
His face buried itself into your neck comfortably, warm breaths brushing softly against your skin while one of his legs tangled lazily with yours under the blanket.
You smiled quietly in the darkness, fingers brushing gently through his damp hair.
“Better?” you whispered.
He nodded sleepily against your shoulder.
Then after a few seconds, his voice came out soft and tired.
“Still love you.”
Your chest hurt again in the best way possible.
You pressed a small kiss against his forehead before cuddling closer into him, listening to his breathing slowly even out as exhaustion finally took over both of you.
your writing is sososososossoo cute and i lob it and we both bias keo and are 6teen and i think youre so coolz
thank you smsmsmsm this is so sweet ily 🥹🥹🥹
ᯓ★ PINK LIPGLOSS .ᐟ .ᐟ
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ IN WHICH you get nervous after dressing up for your boyfriend for the first time in a while..
pairing: bf!keonho x fem!reader.
warnings: none.
flirty keonho (?) x nervous reader.
wordcount: 1,7k.
a/n: hi guys !! just made this silly little story about keonho ⋆˚࿔
enjoy !! kisses ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆
You had been sitting in front of your mirror for almost an hour already, surrounded by open makeup products, brushes, hair clips, and clothes you had thrown around your room while trying to decide what looked best. Usually, dates with Keonho were easy.
Too easy, honestly. You would throw on a hoodie, maybe fix your hair a little, add lip balm, and leave the house without thinking twice because he had seen every version of you already. Sleepy versions, sick versions, messy versions, stressed versions. He never cared.
But today you felt different for some reason.
Maybe because he had been teasing you for days about finally taking you to that café you kept sending him videos of. Maybe because he sounded unusually excited about it. Or maybe because you just wanted him to look at you and think wow.
So you tried harder than usual.
Your straightener was still warm beside you while you carefully adjusted a section of your hair again, trying to make sure every strand fell perfectly over your shoulders.
Your dress was already on, a soft pink one that hugged you just enough to make you feel pretty without looking too overdressed, and every few minutes you kept smoothing the fabric over your thighs nervously like somehow wrinkles would suddenly appear out of nowhere.
You leaned closer to the mirror again, checking your eyeliner.
Then your blush.
Then your lashes.
Then everything all over again.
You knew it was more makeup than you normally wore around Keonho, but tonight you wanted glossy lips, pink cheeks, subtle glitter on your eyelids, all the things you secretly loved doing even if you acted like you did not care much about makeup.
Your perfume sat beside you on the table and after spraying it carefully onto your neck and wrists, the sweet scent immediately wrapped around you, soft and sugary. You smiled a little to yourself.
Okay.
You actually looked cute and the last step was the gloss. You pressed your lips together nervously before grabbing your bag.
The confidence lasted exactly until you arrived at the café.
The moment you stood outside the entrance, seeing people through the windows and realizing Keonho was somewhere in there already waiting for you, your stomach twisted painfully.
What if this was too much?
What if he thought you looked weird?
You suddenly became hyper aware of everything. Your lashes. Your perfume. The gloss on your lips. The dress. Even your hair felt wrong now.
You almost checked your reflection in your phone camera again before forcing yourself to walk inside.
The warmth of the café hit you immediately alongside the smell of coffee and pastries, soft conversations filling the space quietly. Your eyes scanned the tables nervously until they landed on him near the window.
Keonho looked up at the exact same moment.
And paused.
You instantly wanted to disappear.
Not because his expression was bad, but because he was staring.
His eyes moved over your face slowly before he smiled, surprised in the cutest way possible.
“Whoa.”
You laughed nervously while walking toward him. “What?”
“You look…” He tilted his head slightly, still looking at you carefully. “Different.”
Your heart dropped for half a second.
Different.
But then he smiled wider immediately after.
“Pretty though.”
Heat rushed to your face so fast it genuinely hurt. You sat down across from him, trying to act normal while your hands nervously adjusted the sleeves of your dress under the table.
“Shut up,” you muttered quietly.
“I’m serious.” He kept looking at you with that soft amused smile that always made you more embarrassed instead of less. “You really dressed up today.”
You tried laughing it off even though your chest felt tight with nerves.
“I just did some normal makeup.”
“No, it’s like…” He leaned back slightly, studying you again. “Fancy makeup.”
You wanted to hide under the table.
The waitress came to take your order thankfully, giving you a few seconds to breathe again, but even after she left, you could still feel Keonho looking at you.
You looked down at the menu again even though you had already chosen.
“What?” you asked after another few seconds.
“Hm?”
“You keep staring.”
“I know.”
That did not help at all.
You finally looked up again only to realize his attention had dropped lower now.
To your lips.
Your stomach immediately flipped.
He kept staring for another second and suddenly all you could think about was the gloss. Maybe it looked weird. Maybe there was too much. Maybe it was smudged.
You pressed your lips together nervously.
“What?” you asked again, quieter this time.
Instead of answering immediately, Keonho leaned slightly closer over the table.
Then he lifted his hand toward your face.
Your eyes widened a little in panic.
His thumb brushed lightly against the corner of your lips before his finger wiped gently across the gloss, removing part of the shine instantly.
“There,” he said simply.
You froze.
“What are you doing?”
He looked completely unbothered as he pulled his hand back.
“I like you better without this thing.”
You stared at him in actual shock.
“My gloss?”
He nodded casually like he had not just erased part of the thing you spent forever applying perfectly.
You let out a disbelieving laugh.
“Keonho!”
He started giggling immediately at your reaction, shoulders shaking slightly while he tried not to laugh harder.
“What?”
“You can’t just do that!”
His grin only widened.
“Yes I can.”
“No, you literally cannot,” you whispered loudly, grabbing your phone camera instantly to check your lips. “I spent so long on this!”
The second you saw the uneven gloss, your embarrassment somehow doubled.
“Oh my god.”
Keonho was still laughing softly across from you.
“It’s not that serious.”
“Yes it is!”
You looked at him with genuine betrayal while trying to fix the gloss carefully using your finger.
“I tried really hard today.”
The words came out more embarrassed than angry, and the second he noticed that, his expression softened immediately.
“Aww.” He leaned closer again, this time gentler. “Babe.”
You looked away instantly, still embarrassed.
“I’m serious.”
“I know.” His voice stayed soft now, comforting. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
You kept avoiding eye contact while putting the gloss back into your bag.
“You looked at my lips for like ten whole seconds just to wipe it off.”
That made him laugh again.
“Because it distracted me.”
You finally looked back at him and immediately regretted it because he was smiling at you in that stupid affectionate way that made it impossible to stay upset.
“I still like the makeup,” he said quickly after noticing your expression. “Really.”
You stayed quiet.
“I’m serious,” he repeated. “You look really pretty.”
“Even with the gloss?”
He scrunched his face slightly.
“…Okay maybe not the gloss.”
You kicked his leg lightly under the table and he laughed louder this time, immediately reaching over to grab your hand before you could pull away.
“I’m kidding,” he said between laughs. “Kind of.”
“You’re actually awful.”
“But you still came here looking all pretty for me.”
Your face burned again.
The worst part was that he sounded genuinely happy about it.
His thumb rubbed softly against your knuckles while he looked at you across the table, calmer now.
“I just like your bare face too,” he admitted quietly. “That’s all.”
Just being stupidly honest in the most Keonho way possible.
You sighed dramatically while leaning back in your chair.
“You could’ve said it without doing all that.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“Well you started it.”
He grinned again before suddenly leaning across the table slightly closer.
“You’re cute when you’re offended.”
You immediately looked away again, hiding your smile this time.
“You’re annoying.”
There was a small pause before his eyes dropped to your lips again.
You narrowed your eyes instantly.
“Don’t touch it again.”
His laugh came out so fast he nearly choked on it.
“I wasn’t gonna!”
You covered your mouth with your hand dramatically while he kept laughing.
“Oh my god, stop looking at me.”
“I can’t help it.”
You groaned quietly, already feeling your embarrassment slowly fading into something warmer instead.
Especially when he kept smiling at you like that for the rest of the night.
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ IN WHICH you bite your boyfriend’s cheek during cuddles just to see his reaction.
pairing: bf!cortis x fem!reader
an: hope you guys enjoy .ᐟ .ᐟ warnings: none obv , kisses >⩊<
Martin would complain instantly the second your teeth sink into his cheek.
“Heeey, that actually hurt!”
You start laughing against his shoulder and he narrows his eyes at you dramatically, rubbing his cheek like you seriously wounded him.
“So this is how you treat your boyfriend now?”
Before you can answer, his hands are already moving to your sides. The second he starts tickling you, you immediately try to push him away, laughing harder.
“Martin stop—”
“Nope. Too late.”
He grins while you squirm around in his arms, fully enjoying your suffering.
“You bite me, I fight back.”
Juhoon would completely freeze after it happens.
You bite his cheek during cuddling and he slowly pulls back, staring at you with the most shocked expression ever.
“…Did you just bite me?”
The way he says it makes you burst out laughing immediately. He keeps staring at you like he genuinely cannot believe what just happened.
“You’re insane.”
He touches his cheek, still looking offended.
“You actually used your teeth.”
You laugh even harder and he ends up laughing too, shaking his head before pulling you back against him.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
James would lift his head from your neck the second you bite his cheek, eyes narrowing slightly.
“…Really?”
You try to act innocent but he’s already looking at you like he’s planning something. Then suddenly he leans down and bites lightly at your neck in return.
“James!”
You shove his shoulder, laughing. “It was a joke, perv.”
A small smirk appears on his face as he settles back against you like nothing happened.
“Oh, so when you do it it’s funny?”
His hand slides around your waist again, pulling you closer.
“Good to know.”
Keonho would gasp dramatically the second you bite his cheek.
“Ow! That hurts!”
You immediately start laughing and he takes it even further, hiding his face into your neck while fake sniffling.
“I can’t believe you’d do this to me…”
His voice is so dramatic it just makes you laugh harder. He keeps pretending to cry against your shoulder for a few more seconds before lifting his head again with the biggest grin.
“You’re evil.”
Then he leans in and presses a soft kiss against your cheek like he forgave you instantly anyway.
Seonghyeon would blink in surprise when you bite his cheek, then a quiet giggle slips out before he can stop it.
“Did you just bite me?”
You laugh into his chest and he smiles immediately, amused more than anything. His fingers tap lightly against your waist while he looks down at you.
“You’re getting aggressive now?”
There’s a teasing tone in his voice as he squishes your cheeks gently between his fingers.
“Should I be scared of you?”
You try to bite his hand this time and he laughs properly, pulling it away fast.
“See? There you go again.”
He keeps giggling under his breath while pulling you closer, clearly finding the whole thing way too cute.