Synopsis : Martin and his band CORTIS ended up having to move towns due to certain reasons where he ends up meeting you and your friends. After finding out you don't like punk music, his dumbass is dead set on changing your mind.
Pairing : Punk Band bf!Martin x Hard Rock Listener gf!YN + cortis&newjeans
Genre : slow burn high school in a small town setting teasing + banter wc : 1169 playlist
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟐 : 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒖𝒕
The weekend came faster than usual and everyone was getting ready in your room.
“Since when did you have that pin?” You asked Hanni who was trying to put the said object on her shirt. It had The Distillers written on it.
“I made it myself.” She answered back. “I brought more for all of you.”
Just as everyone got all dressed up and were ready to leave you heard your dad call out.
“Don't be too late!” He said and all of you shouted okay in reply.
"Finally!" Minji exclaimed.
After what felt like an endless walk, the six of you had finally made it to the venue.
The place was already packed. Fans crowded every corner, conversations blending into an excited buzz that only grew louder by the minute. With the show about to start, you scanned the venue, hoping to find somewhere to sit in case the crowd became too much.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t.
A few minutes later, the lights dimmed and only the stage remained illuminated.
The first person to step into the spotlight was Rose.
The crowd erupted. The cheers were so loud they shook your chest, and before you knew it, you were cheering too. As the rest of the band joined her onstage, your eyes never left Rose for a second.
After a bit of talking with the audience, the opening notes of Beat Your Heart Out rang through the venue.
To your surprise, you didn't hate it. Actually, it was kind of fun.
Everyone around you was jumping along to the music, and before long, you found yourself doing the same. Sweat, perfume, and the stuffy air all mixed together into one overwhelming scent, while the music drowned out everything else. For those few minutes, the only thing anyone could focus on was the band tearing it up onstage.
"OH MY GOD, LOOK AT YOU HAVING FUN!" Minji yelled directly into your ear.
You laughed.
"DON'T COUNT ON IT!" You shouted back. "THIS SONG'S JUST AN EXCEPTION!"
Then all of a sudden a sharp elbow slammed into your ribs.
Pain shot through your side. You gasped, but your voice disappeared beneath the screams of the crowd.
"SHIT! I'M SO SORRY!"
Someone was shouting at you.
"ARE YOU OKAY?"
You barely heard him over the music as you clutched your side.
"HEY! ARE YOU OKAY?"
Finally, you looked up.
A guy with short, dark blond hair was crouching in front of you, his face twisted with concern. He looked oddly expressive. Almost cartoonishly so.
"YOU OKAY?"
"Ugh. Stop getting your spit all over me." You groaned.
He immediately straightened up. Only then did you realize how ridiculously tall he was.
By the time your brief interaction ended, the band had already moved on to The Hunger. As Rose's screams ripped through the speakers, a dull ache started in your head.
The pain in your ribs was already fading but your headache wasn't.
The noise suddenly felt louder than before and the crowd got tighter along with the air becoming heavier.
You couldn't do it anymore.
Without another thought, you pushed through the sea of people, desperate to get outside.
The moment you stepped out of the venue, cool air filled your lungs. A nearby bench caught your eye, and you practically collapsed onto it. It felt like you were breathing properly for the first time in several minutes. Everything had been going surprisingly well. You'd even been enjoying yourself.
You should've known it wouldn't last.
Punk music had never exactly given you good memories.
As your breathing slowly evened out, you heard footsteps approaching. You looked up and saw the same guy who elbowed you was walking over.
"Yo, you got out of there pretty fast." He said. "Seriously though, sorry about earlier. Did I hit you that hard?"
He actually sounded worried.
Unfortunately for him, you weren't in the mood.
"I'm fine." Your answer was flat enough that you hoped he'd take the hint.
“No way you're fine. You literally looked so desperate to run out of that place.”
"It's not because you elbowed me, okay?"
“Then what was it?” He was persistent.
"None of your business." You shot him a glare that should've ended the conversation.
"Whoa. Rude much?"
"You're the one who hit me."
"And I apologized!" He protested dramatically. "I even came all the way out here and missed the peak shit performance that’s happening inside because I was worried."
"Well, I don't need your concern. You can go back."
"Funny thing. I don't think they're letting people back in." He rubbed the back of his neck.
Without waiting for permission, he sat beside you. You immediately scooted farther down the bench.
"Should've thought about that before following me."
"Wow," he laughed. "Guess that's what I get for trying to be nice." He looked over at you. "I shouldn't have worried about your diarrhea."
A small pause as you tried processing his words.
"What?"
"You were holding your stomach while sprinting out."
"My ribs."
"You told me it wasn't because I elbowed you."
"I meant it isn't hurting now." You pinched the bridge of your nose. "That's different."
"Oh."
A brief silence settled between the both of you.
"Nice pin, by the way." He said, nodding toward your shirt.
"What?"
You looked down before realizing he meant the little handmade pin Hanni had given everyone.
"Oh. My friend made it."
"So you guys are big fans too?"
"Not really."
"What?"
"What?"
He stared at you like you'd just confessed to hating oxygen. That dumbfounded expression sort of suited him.
"What do you mean, not really?"
"It means exactly what I said. This is literally my first time hearing their music."
"So you're a total poser?"
"No."
"You came to their concert."
"My friends dragged me here."
"Do you know how many people would've killed to have your ticket?"
‘This guy's dramatic.’ You thought to yourself.
"Fine." He sighed. "At least tell me you like them now."
"No."
"Huh?"
"I mean no. I didn't really like them."
Every answer you gave only seemed to confuse him more.
"Seriously, don't overthink it Spiky." You said. "I just don't listen to punk."
"Every sentence that comes out of your mouth disappoints me a little more."
"Then leave."
"Can't." He shrugged. "My friends are still inside, so I'm stuck out here until the concert's over."
You leaned back against the bench without replying. After a moment, he spoke again.
"So you came all the way here just to hate on the music? Because I'm pretty sure I saw you enjoying the first song."
"I don't hate punk."
"Then what?"
"And I don't owe you an explanation." You glanced at him. "Also, were you watching me or something, creep?"
"Radiohead reference?" He smirked looking you in the eyes. His eyes seemed sort of dead, but in an attractive way as much as you hated to admit it.
"No." You deadpanned. "I meant literally. Creep."
This was going to be one very long evening.
a/n : no authors note cuz its 2 am and am tired and ik yall miss my yapping 😔💔
𝒔𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔 ㅤ──ㅤㅤ a twitter poll comparing music producer’s y/n & martin sparks an all-out fan debate online. y/n couldn't care less—until her members bet her that she can't get his number.
martin x f! reader ✿ fluff , cursing , crack , smau , idolreader , meovv 6th member , arguing , y/n lwk down bad for mrtn , fake mssg & twt pst.
SYN. it’s nearing the buttcrack of dawn, but juhoon can’t seem to sleep because someone is playing their emo starter pack playlist– is that coming from yn’s room??? what could POSSIBLY be wrong now?
CONTENT. roommate ot5, influencer au (but it’s not brought up), platonic, martin + yn beef, yn atiny propaganda, james being my sweet baby gracious precious angel + unc + overworked single father of five AGAIN
AZZY’S SIDEBAR! this was so funny to me but i wrote this at 2am so… he called me delirious i think he meant delicious idk
