ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ i'll take care of you
-martin edwards park
synopsis: Martin misses another date, but this time he messed up real bad. And his girlfriend is upset with him. How can he make it up to her? There's only one way. He expresses it through his actions by doing her hair.
genre: idol!martin x nonidol! curly haired fem reader, established relationship, oneshot.
warnings: angst, fluff.
note: hihi!! this is the first time im writing oneshots rather than a whole series so lmao mama we made it 😛🤞🏻this has been sitting in my drafts longer than i thought it was, as always im very angsty but it has a nice ending dw. this one was kinda my favourite cause i got curly hair too and ive always wished i could have martin do my hair ☹️☹️ anyways hope yall enjoy this one and lmk if y'all want more oneshots like this+requests are open 🫶🏻 ps: this is how i do my hair and it could not necessarily be the right routine but it works for me so 🤷 lmk how y'all do it tho 😋
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No one talks about how miserable it feels to be stuck in their own thoughts.
It's a void of self pity, of wallowing anguish. And no matter how hard you try to claw out of it, you're sucked back in.
Especially when the waitress at your favourite restaurant gives you a look of pity, when she sees the tears in your eyes as Martin didn't show up, just like he always has.
It was pouring heavily that night, and it was your fault as you hadn't checked the weather earlier. You walked with heavy steps and a heavy heart because you worked so hard to look good for this day. But the rain was not on your side
He loved your hair.
Since your shared apartment was comparatively closer, you sprint towards it, before heading to the elevator.You're soaking wet, those nice ankle length leather boots, carrying puddles of water in them.
You should've known. You felt so naive and gullible. Just until few months ago, things were perfectly fine, the two of you were so in love, that's completely undeniable.
But Martin was so busy these days, always held up in the studio despite the second album's promotions being done. He always came home late, tired and drained so the two of you barely had a proper conversation while living with each other.
He encouraged date nights and never showed up or rather, would show up hours later. But he promised you that he would make up for it so often. Always telling you to look forward cause he allegedly had a big suprise for your anniversary. Turns out he didn't even show up, maybe could've even forget.
It always felt like you were the only one trying to mend what was already broken. And looking back at it, the thought of it broke you heart instead, piece by piece. The elevator doors open as you reach home, discarding your shoes.You changed into more comfortable clothes after a good shower.
Looking around in silence, there's so much to reminisce. The days where, even when he was busy, he always made time for you. Every corner of this house, was filled with his warmth, his scent. Even when you'd close your eyes, it was like you could still feel him.
But isn't that way anymore. This house has grown cold and empty, devoid of his warmth. Just like how your relationship felt like since few months ago. The hours of silence you'd sit in, staying up late at night, wishing someday, he'll come home on time just for you, just for once, took up so much time within these months that even having hope was of no use.
You make a sandwich for yourself before sitting in front of the television, mindlessly staring at the show that's playing in front of you. You're still glancing at the clock by habit, waiting around if he'll show up by midnight, which was few minutes away.
To your dismay, you caught yourself waiting for more than forty five minutes, before sighing heavily, fighting the tears in your eyes, as you throw your sandwich away, wash your hands and head to your room.
As you're getting ready for bed, the door opens. You freeze for a second before realising that's he's home. You head hurried footsteps as your eyes catch Martin, out of breath, guitar case clinging to him.
"Y/N, Baby-"
"Don't."
You rushed to your shared bathroom, slam the door and you sink to your knees, sobbing hard, your head leaning back against the door. He's on the other side, knocking. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I was stuck in the studio, working on something new and I totally lost track of time, I'm so fucking sorry baby, please."
You bite your lip, trying to muffle the sobs, but you can't help yourself. You clamp yourr hand over your mouth, shoulders trembling.
"Please, open the door baby, let me apologise to you. I know, it doesn't make it seem any better but please, don't close the door on me."
"You could've called Martin, you could've said anything. Was it that bad that you couldn't let me know before I made a fool of myself waiting for you?" You say, between tears.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't realise."
"Of course, you don't. You know, if you atleast told me you were even going to the studio, I would've cancelled. We didn't have to always go out just to celebrate our anniversary. But you insisted that we go out, cause we hadn't in so long. And guess who decided to not show up." You wipe your tears harshly, anger slowly bubbling in your chest.
He puts his hand on the door, head leaning on it as he says, "I know, and I'm sorry. This is all my fault. But I didn't want you to stay at home, I wanted us to celebrate."
"It fucking hurt worser that you didn't show up, just like you always do."
Tears form in his eyes, as he realises he messed up big time. He reaches out once again, "I'm so sorry baby, I let you down."
"Martin, this is all I've heard from you for few months. You never actually follow through your apologies."
He hesitiates, "I don't know what I could do to make this better."
"Maybe, we should break up."
His entire world stops, he can hear his heart shattering as he says, "What? Baby no, please. You don't mean that."
"Well, I'm serious. Maybe you can't make time for me anymore, and that's okay. But I'll get hurt if you keep doing this."
"I won't do it again, I promise. I'll make it up to you. I got a day off tomorrow, we could go out! Or we can even spend it at home. Whatever it is, we can fix this baby, but please, don't break up with me. I can't live without you." He says, crying.
You open the door and step out. He reaches to hug you as he notices your tear-stained cheeks but you walk away swiftly, before he does so. "I have plans with my friends tomorrow. Atleast they'd show up for me, unlike you."
You pause, turning to him before saying, "You know, I love what you do. I love seeing you in your element, doing what you love to do and I've always admired it. And I don't want to be the reason you give up on it. But Martin-"
He cuts you, "Please don't call me that, I'm your baby-"
"Martin. I understand you can't make time for me. But why do you make commitments you can't follow through? Or why don't you tell me you can't make it? Why don't you even say anything to me? Cause we haven't even spent time with each other for so long, and you're always busy with something, it's obviously making me feel like we're drifting apart."
"We're not baby, I promise. I know, I've been busy, but I want to make it up to you. I'm sorry, I could've told you, but I always forget. I don't even expect you to forgive me, but I love you so so much, please don't leave me. "
You don't say anything, you just head to bed, chest aching. You hear shuffling noises, he's taken a shower and changed into more comfortable clothes. He holds you close to him, even when you've faced away, turning your back to him.
His eyes rest on your shoulders as you feel tears slipping out his eyes, whispering apologies to you while kissing your jaw, cheek, shoulder. He reaches out in front, taking your hand gently before pressing his lips on your knuckles, kissing them with reverence.
You wake up to the smell of pancakes and scrambled eggs. You stay in bed for a few more minutes, eyes locked onto the ceiling as memories from last night come rushing back to you. Martin opens the door, snapping you out of your trance. He reaches from behind, his hands gentle on your hair.
"Hey, good you awake. Listen, baby, I just want to apologise for what I've done. I know what I did was unforgivable, and you have every right to hate me. And for all of that I'm sorry, for the past few months, every negative feeling I made you feel, for never keeping my promises, but I promise I'm trying. Please, just give me one more chance, I won't mess this up I promise. " He leans in, pressing a kiss to your temple.
After few mintues, you break the silence. "Do you think I should wear my hair curly or blow dry it?"
"What?"
"Remember I told you, I got that thing with a couple of friends?"
He hums in agreement before you say, "Could you do my hair?"
He freezes for a couple of seconds, shocked at your question. "What?"
"Could you do my curl routine for me, please? I'm tired but I wanna go."
"You want me to do it for you? I mean, since you asked..." He trails off as he gets out of the bed and gathers all your products. He slowly taking the covers off you, choosing a pair of clothes for you before you step inside the shower and get ready.
As you get ready, you change into your clothes, a white crop with light blue denim. You do your makeup fully, as Martin gently gathers your hair, putting a towel on your shoulders.
He starts drenching your hair completely, then applying your leave-in before detangling it. Then he sections your hair before applying a curl cream and gel, brush styling individual clumps, shaking and slowly scrunching them likewise. He does the same for all the sections.
Finally, he takes your mousse and scrunches it into your roots and lightly on your ends, then taking a towel to scrunch out the excess water. He diffuses your hair slowly, taking few glances at you to see if he's doing anything wrong. You just close your eyes, and soak in the feeling of his hands in your hair.
Feeling extra today, he places a few kisses kn your forehead, temple and cheeks. You try to hide your smile, eventually giving in and smiling so hard at him. He feels like a weight has been lifted of his shoulders at the sight of you.
"Thank you, Mars. I forgive you, by the way." You say, smiling at him.
He flashes his biggest smile ever, setting the diffuser down after he's done drying your hair. He takes you by the hand, making you stand as he kisses you softly, his hands on either sides of your face as your hands stay on his. He tilts your head to the side, giving him more room to kiss you deeply, unhurried.
You break the kiss before he says, "I love you baby, I'm so sorry. And to make it up to you, when you get back, we'll watch a movie and cuddle. Is that okay with you?"
"That sounds amazing, Mars. I love you too. " You smile at him before leaning to kiss him again.
One thing you'll never forget, is that he's always looked after you. He'd rush to do anything you asked him to do. He does lack in keeping his promises, but he definitely knows how to take care of you.
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