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LEGENDARY LOVERS — M.EDWARDS
𝄞 :: legendary lovers, we could be legendary
˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ smau :: idol!martin x actress!fem!reader, martin and yn may have broken up long time ago but why fans can’t seem to let go? miscommunication, lovers to exes to ? ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ legendary lovers (pt1)
thinking idols are innocent angels who have never been involved in anything romantic related just because your jealous funky ass believes it has a chance is crazy * news flash * love at first sight doesn’t work with weirdos
CHAPTER 4 - the perfect pair
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ punk rock!martin x fem!reader ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚
˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— now playing ‘the perfect pair’ - beabadoobee
synopsis: in a world where martin lives loud, reckless, and unapologetically punk, you exist in soft colours, sweet scents, and quiet comfort. you shouldn’t fit into his life—and he definitely shouldn’t fit into yours—but somehow, your worlds collide in a way neither of you can ignore. between late nights, messy emotions, and stolen moments, martin finds himself drawn to the one person who sees past the chaos, and you discover that even the roughest hearts can learn to be gentle.
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By the time Martin got back to the flat, the sky had already started to dim.
The kind of early evening where the light hadn’t disappeared completely, but everything had softened into something quieter, more muted. The streets were busier now than they had been earlier, people heading home, voices overlapping, the low hum of the day settling into something familiar and routine.
None of it really registered.
Not properly.
Because his mind was still somewhere else.
Still back on that street.
Still replaying conversations that, realistically, shouldn’t have mattered as much as they apparently did.
He unlocked the front door, pushing it open with his shoulder as he stepped inside, the familiar noise of the flat hitting him immediately. Music was playing from somewhere deeper inside, slightly too loud, layered with voices talking over each other and the unmistakable sound of someone laughing at something that probably wasn’t that funny to begin with.
Normal.
Everything about it was normal.
And yet, he felt slightly out of place in it.
“Finally.”
The voice came from the living room before he’d even properly stepped inside.
Martin shut the door behind him.
“Missed me?”
“Not particularly,” came the immediate reply.
He walked into the living room to find them exactly where he expected them to be.
James was sprawled across one end of the sofa like he owned it, Juhoon was sitting on the armrest instead of an actual seat for no apparent reason, Keonho was half-turned towards the television that no one was really watching, and Seonghyeon was on the floor, leaning back against the sofa with his phone in his hand.
All of them looked up as soon as Martin entered.
There was a pause.
A very deliberate pause.
Then—
“Where have you been?”
Martin didn’t even hesitate.
“Out.”
“Out where?”
“Outside.”
Juhoon made a face.
“That’s not an answer.”
“It is.”
“It’s a bad one.”
Martin shrugged, dropping his jacket onto the back of a chair before sitting down.
“I didn’t realise I was being interrogated.”
“You are now,” James said, leaning forward slightly, suddenly far more interested than he had been a second ago. “You disappeared for, what, four hours?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Keonho repeated. “You don’t know?”
“I wasn’t keeping track.”
“That’s suspicious.”
“It’s not.”
“It is,” Seonghyeon said without looking up from his phone. “You always keep track.”
Martin frowned slightly.
That was true.
He usually did.
He always had some idea of how long he’d been out, where he’d been, what he’d done.
Today had felt… different.
Blurred, somehow.
Like time had moved without him really noticing.
He leaned back into the sofa.
“Lost track.”
James narrowed his eyes slightly.
“That’s even worse.”
Martin exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.
“It’s really not that deep.”
“Then tell us where you were,” Juhoon said.
There it was again.
That pause.
Small.
Almost unnoticeable.
But it was there.
Martin didn’t like that.
He didn’t like that he had to think about it.
“I went into town.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“And what did you do in town?”
“Walked around.”
James let out a short laugh.
“You expect us to believe you spent four hours just walking around?”
“Yes.”
“No,” Keonho cut in immediately. “No, we don’t.”
Martin tilted his head slightly.
“Sounds like a you problem.”
“It sounds like you’re lying.”
“I’m not lying.”
“You’re definitely leaving something out.”
Martin didn’t respond straight away.
Because technically—
He wasn’t lying.
He had gone into town.
He had walked around.
He had ended up in the record shop.
That part, at least, was simple.
It was everything after that which complicated things.
The conversation.
The way it hadn’t felt forced.
The way it had stretched from a few minutes into something that had taken up the rest of his afternoon without him even noticing.
The way he’d followed her out of the shop without really questioning it.
The way he hadn’t wanted to leave.
He exhaled quietly.
“I went to the record shop.”
That was enough to get a reaction.
“Oh, here we go,” James said, leaning back again. “This is where it starts making sense.”
“What does that mean?” Martin asked.
“It means you disappeared into a record shop and forgot the outside world existed.”
“That’s not what happened.”
“That’s exactly what happened.”
“It’s not.”
“Then explain.”
Martin hesitated again.
This time, all four of them noticed.
Juhoon leaned forward slightly.
“There it is.”
“There what is?”
“That hesitation.”
“I didn’t hesitate.”
“You did.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did,” Seonghyeon said, finally looking up from his phone. “Twice.”
Martin frowned.
“That’s very specific.”
“I’m observant.”
“Clearly.”
There was a beat.
Then James spoke again.
“Who is she?”
Martin blinked.
“What?”
“Who is she?”
“There is no ‘she.’”
“That’s a lie.”
“It’s not.”
“It is,” Keonho said. “You don’t ‘lose track of time’ for no reason.”
“I can lose track of time.”
“Not like that.”
Martin sat up slightly.
“You don’t even know what ‘like that’ means.”
“It means you met someone.”
“I didn’t—”
He stopped.
That was all it took.
Four pairs of eyes locked onto him immediately.
“You did,” Juhoon said, pointing at him like he’d just proven something.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“You literally stopped mid-sentence.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means everything.”
Martin rubbed his face briefly, already regretting saying anything at all.
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?” James asked.
He hesitated.
Again.
Because he didn’t actually have an answer.
“It was just a conversation,” he said finally.
There was a collective pause.
Then—
“Just a conversation?” Keonho repeated.
“Yes.”
“For four hours?”
“We didn’t talk the whole time.”
“That’s worse.”
“How is that worse?”
“It means you were just… there. Together.”
Martin opened his mouth to argue, then stopped, because that was exactly what had happened.
And somehow, hearing it said out loud made it sound like something far more deliberate than it had felt in the moment.
“She was annoying,” he said instead.
“Oh, you liked her,” Juhoon said immediately.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“She was annoying.”
“And you spent hours with her,” James added. “Right. Makes sense.”
Martin rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched.
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Sure,” Keonho said. “So what’s her name?”
Martin paused.
The question landed a little too easily.
Too casually.
Like it should’ve had an obvious answer.
It didn’t.
There was a brief, almost imperceptible shift in his expression.
Juhoon noticed it first.
“Oh my—” he sat up straighter, staring at him. “You don’t know her name.”
Martin looked at him.
“I—”
He stopped.
Because there wasn’t anything to follow that with.
He didn’t know it.
Not even close.
James let out a sharp laugh.
“No way.”
“You’re joking,” Keonho added, already grinning.
Seonghyeon lowered his phone completely now, fully invested.
“You spent your entire afternoon with her and you don’t know her name?”
Martin exhaled through his nose, leaning back again.
“It didn’t come up.”
“It didn’t come up?” Juhoon repeated, incredulous. “How does that not come up?”
“We were talking about other things.”
“For hours?”
“Yes.”
“And not once did you think to ask her name?”
Martin ran a hand through his hair again.
“I was going to.”
“When?” James asked. “After she disappeared into the crowd?”
“That’s not what happened.”
“That is exactly what happened.”
Martin didn’t argue this time.
Because it was.
The image of her walking away—so easily, like it hadn’t mattered—flashed through his mind again.
“Did you at least get her number?” Keonho asked.
That one hit differently.
Martin didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
There was a second of silence.
Then—
“Oh, this is bad,” Juhoon said, laughing.
“You didn’t get her number either?” James added.
Martin looked away slightly.
“I didn’t think—”
“You didn’t think?” Keonho cut in. “You didn’t think to get her name or her number?”
“We just met.”
“And then spent four hours together!”
“It wasn’t planned!”
“That makes it worse!”
Martin laughed under his breath despite himself, shaking his head.
It did sound ridiculous.
Sitting here, saying it out loud—
It sounded like he’d completely fumbled something he hadn’t even realised he was supposed to be holding onto.
“You’re actually unbelievable,” Juhoon said, still laughing. “You met a girl, followed her around town, talked to her for hours, and walked away with absolutely nothing.”
“I didn’t follow her—”
“You followed her.”
“I walked in the same direction.”
“For four hours.”
Martin didn’t respond.
Because there was no good way to defend that.
James leaned back, shaking his head.
“That’s tragic.”
“It’s not tragic.”
“It’s a little tragic.”
“It’s not.”
“It is,” Seonghyeon said calmly. “Statistically speaking, your chances of running into her again are low.”
Martin frowned slightly.
“That’s not helping.”
“I’m not trying to help.”
“That’s obvious.”
There was a pause.
The laughter settled slightly, though the amusement hadn’t disappeared.
Martin leaned back into the sofa, staring up at the ceiling again.
Her voice echoed faintly in his mind.
The way she’d said things so easily.
The way she’d looked at him like she wasn’t even slightly intimidated by him.
The way she’d walked away without looking back.
He exhaled quietly.
If he saw her again—
He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
He didn’t say that out loud.
Because he already knew exactly what their reaction would be.
Instead, he shook his head, a small, almost disbelieving smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“Shut up.”
That only made them laugh again.
beach day with bf!martin, where he helps you apply aloe after you get Burnt
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"i hate to say i told you so, but..."
"i know, i know, you told me so," you roll your eyes playfully, "no one likes a know it all, martin."
your teasing expression is quickly replaced by wincing when your arm brushes against the rough edge of the towel you're trying to lay on.
the distant sound of the rolling waves and intermittent seagull calls, paired with the warm sunshine should make it easy to relax. especially since you were so excited about spending the day at the beach with your boyfriend, martin. the only major downside of your excitement being that you possibly forgot to reapply your sunscreen as much as you should have... and now you're left with sunburn.
did martin lovingly warn you about this same situation before you got here? yes. did you brush him off by telling him you weren't 'that stupid'? ...also yes.
you hear him ruffling through the bags you brought with you, a quiet, "yeah, well, you're the one dating one..."
finally finding a comfortable-enough position on your back, you carefully place your cap over your face to shield it from the sun - like that's going to help now, "hey! i'm the one who's hurt, you're supposed to be nice to me."
he finally finds what he was looking for, letting out a quiet yet triumphant 'yes!' before turning his attention back to you and cooing, "of course, sorry, baby."
you hum in acknowledgement, but when your shoulders start to feel too tender against the towel, you subconsciously release a small 'ouch'. it's like that activates martin's boyfriend-senses, and he's reaching out to you, making sure to avoid where he can see the signature sunburn-red already starting to bloom on your skin.
"here, try sitting up," martin's voice comes across softly as he helps you sit up, uncapping the aloe gel he pulled out of the bag.
you listen to him, sitting up on your towel, moving to be under the shade of the beach umbrella as best you can. he kneels behind you, squeezing some of the gel into his hand, and begins to apply it. starting with your shoulders, he's gently massaging the gel into the burn.
the cool, refreshing sensation melts into your skin, and the previously constant pain slowly fades away. you audibly sigh, relief finally seeping into your bones, relaxing into martin's touch.
you can basically hear the smile in his voice, always eager to help, "feeling better?"
"almost," you chirp, and at his sound of confusion, you tilt your head back all the way until you're looking at martin behind you, upside down. then, you subtly pucker your lips.
he laughs, but fulfils your small request - of course, he'd never give up an opportunity to kiss his gorgeous girlfriend. leaning in, martin places a tender kiss to your lips, lingering in love as he reluctantly pulls away again. but it's worth it as he sees your lopsided grin, eyes crinkled yet still sparkling with barely concealed joy, his expression morphing to mirror yours.
"much better," you praise bashfully, lifting your head back upright and looking out at the view from under your little beach umbrella.
the sun is beginning to set, a warm and familiar palette of pinks and oranges slowly saturating the clouds. a gentle summer breeze ruffles through your hair, as the jovial and lighthearted sound of children laughing while they play along the beach fills your ears. martin finishes applying the gel to your burn and puts it away, cleaning his hands off with tissues. a little bit of organisation and movement, and he's sitting behind you again, legs apart to create space for you to lay back against him - resting your back to his chest. he presses a kiss into your hair, you both divulging into easy conversation as time passes.
sure, maybe you're leaving the beach with sunburn today, but spending time with martin makes anything worth it.
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from thea ୨ৎ this was inspired by a dream i had the other night, pls be kind it's my first time writing for martin/cortis!! x
-> all writing credits to @dorotheeasrce - do not copy, impersonate, or feed to ai! ｡𖦹°‧
⤷ divider creds @/feimingo ♡
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