synopsis ⋆ foldable lawn chairs & dating rumours contains ⋆ profanity, insane amount of banter, yn slander, flirting ( ? ) yn's artist claim is pinkpanthress ! featuring ⋆ cortis, kya of kiiikiii, wonhee from illit
note ⋆ part 3 how are we feeling... IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY EVERYONE AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES 😭 i had to delete the first one because I missed out a few ss here and there and it was lowk confusing...? so i just deleted the post all together. I hope u all like this chapter! also try savouring this chapter because next part is angst 🤭
m.list ⸝⸝ true romance ⸝⸝ part one ⸝⸝ part two ⸝⸝ part three
This is the first time you've seen a studio this huge in real life. You're used to working on your equipment in the comfort of your bedroom that you tend to forget most people have a professional studio. You take a deep breath, looking around the room, taking in your new surroundings. You're lost in your own world until Martin creeps up behind you, scaring the daylight out of you.
“Boo!” “AHH! WHAT THE FU- oh, it's you…”
“Damn, I totally got you there!”
“Martin! You scared the hell outta me.”
“Hey, I should've gotten that on recording, would've mixed it in a track.”
“Anyways, let's get to work. I tweaked a few things in the track to make it sound more… put together? I also did your parts so if you wanna change them, feel free to do so. I think this song fits your vibe.”
“Alright, let's hear it.”
You switch on your laptop, watching him put his headphones on before you slip on yours and press “play”. Martin is in awe by the end of the track, a big smile on his face
"Yooo! This is fire. Y/N, I wasn't aware of your game.”
“Thank you! It's such an honour to work with you and compliment my work…” “Take it easy, yeah? I feel like my verses need a bit of my touch but overall, it's amazing. Love the basement jaxx sample.” “Really? I sample them all the time.”
“That's cool. Anyways, you thought of a name for the song?”
“Romeo.”
“Romeo? Cool, huh… Is it about me?” He says, a smirk across his face.
“What- No! I mean… You'll never know. I'm not telling.”
“Aw, c’mon, y/n. You don't have to be so shy around me.”
“No it's just that I admire you so much, I've been listening to you since forever…. It's embarrassing to admit in front of you.”
“You mean 2024, right?”
“NOT YOU TOO??”
“Chill, I'm just playing with you! You're easy to ragebait. It's cute. Anyways, what do you want for lunch? It's on me.”
a/n: I saw the empire state building proposal and it's THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE EVER SEEN. I ALSO FELT LIKE THIS IS SO MARTIN CODED CUZ HE'S A YEARNER BOY AND WANTS THE BEST FOR HIS LOVER. This fic is heavily inspired by the proposal!! Enjoy!! Also ignore if I have any awkward sentences or grammar mistakes!! English is not my first language!!
warnings: swearing! Very high places!
Cortis came to tour in New York and the manager-nim let them bring their partners as well!! So Martin happily asked me to come because he had one plan. Martin wants to propose to me on top of the empire states building but he wanted to take it to next level by climbing till the very end of the building, he wanted the best for me despite being an idol and having a public image. We already started climbing the building but I thought it was only until the safe zone.
Martin’s sneaker scrapes the cold steel above the safety net. He freezes, his eyes darting down to your pale face. A breathless chuckle escapes him as he reaches out, wrapping his warm fingers around yours. "I said I wanted the best view," he whispers against the wind. "But we can stop here if you want."
"Wait!" I said. "maybe we could keep going?"
Martin’s eyes widen, a breathless laugh escaping him as the wind whips his hair. He squeezes my hand tighter, pulling himself up onto the narrow ledge. "You're braver than I thought," he murmurs, testing the next foothold with his boot. "Stay close to me."
"Martin I'm scared...we won't fall right?" I held him tighter
His free hand presses flat against the steel, bracing your weight as his thumb rubs slow circles over my knuckles. The city lights blur below you both, and he leans in until his forehead almost brushes yours. "I won't let go," he says quiet, steady. "Not a single inch."
the air was getting colder and colder as we climbed, I slipped a bit but Martin caught me just in time holding me in place. "That scared the shit out of me."
Martin’s arm locks around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest to steady your weight. The howling wind makes the narrow steel beam vibrate beneath me. He exhales a shaky breath, his heart pounding so fast you feel it against your own ribs. "I've got you," he murmurs, shifting his grip toward a hidden ledge. "Almost there."
I got there first and pulled him up.
Martin grunts, his hands gripping my wrists as you haul him onto the absolute peak of the spire. He collapses beside you for a brief second, his chest heaving against the freezing wind. The glittering skyline stretches endlessly beneath his wide eyes before he turns to look at you. "You really are incredible," he breathes, pulling out a small velvet box.
"Fuck I can't believe this is actually happening.." *I held my tears* the view here is so pretty.
Martin balances carefully on one knee, his hand trembling slightly in the freezing wind. He searches my eyes with a breathless smile, holding the diamond ring out toward you while ignoring the dizzying drop below. "Will you marry me?" he asks, his voice barely carrying over the howling city air.
I couldn't speak. Words were caught up in my mouth due to the overwhelming sense of emotion but I managed to mutter out a small "yes."
Martin lets out a joyous laugh, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. He pulls me close against the freezing wind, sliding the delicate ring onto my finger. "I love you so much," he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead while holding onto me.
I took a picture of the ring with the view of the building. Martin watches the phone screen illuminate your face. He leans in, resting his chin on your shoulder to catch the reflection of the glittering skyline and your new ring. "Make sure you get my good side," he jokes softly, wrapping both arms around my waist to steady me against a sudden gust of freezing wind. "Our whole world right here."
I pulled him to a kiss. Martin gasps softly before leaning into the kiss, his lips warm against your freezing skin. He holds me tightly, bracing my weight so neither of us slip on the narrow steel peak. The howling wind fades as he pulls away just an inch, his eyes shining with pure adoration. "My beautiful fiancée," he whispers happily.
"police are probably waiting for us down there.." I whispered back. Martin laughs, the sound bright against the howling wind. He glances down at the dizzying drop, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Worth the arrest," he teases, squeezing my hand tightly as he spots flashing sirens below. "Ready to go back?"
yes!! We began climbing down. Martin moves carefully down the steel beam, keeping his grip firm on my hand. The flashing red and blue lights from the police cars spin rapidly against the dark city walls below. "Just watch your footing," he instructs, guiding me smoothly toward the safety net as the officers wait at the base. "We are almost completely out of trouble."
"yeah right, the police are literally waiting" I looked at the chief officer that's glaring at us from a distance. Martin lets out a loud laugh, his boots hitting the solid concrete of the rooftop. He steps directly into the blinding glare of the police flashlights, wrapping an arm securely around my waist as furious officers shout demands at you both. "I told you," he winks at me, totally unfazed. I giggled softly.
He hides a smile in my hair as the first officer shoves a flashlight into his face. Martin doesn't flinch, keeping his arm wrapped tight around me even as heavy hands grab his jacket. "Just tell them we're engaged," he murmurs over the shouting, his fingers tracing the new diamond on my hand. "I think that's our only get-out-of-jail-free card."
OKII THAT'S ALL LOVES THIS IDEA LITERALLY POPPED INTO MY HEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF MY SCIENCE CLASS SO I WROTE ABOUT IT!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU'D LIKE PART 2!!
♫ Wrote some songs about Martin. Now I listen and laugh ♫
Pairing: singer!martinxfem!reader
Content: sfw, fluff, angst, established relationship, swearing, toxic reader
Note: not proofread!! martin ver!! I think this one is also really good!! I had a hard time thinking of which story is going to be the best for each member so I hope I gave this one jutsice! ᥫ᭡.
It wasn't easy adjusting to this new life in a different state. Your parents enrolled you at some fancy art school. It did help you and your love for music.
Years flew by, a few exes here and there and you were finally in your last year as a Senior. That's where you met Martin.
Martin was the top musician at your school. Girls are always after him and his fancy guitar, which he always slings over his back.
But he was cute. With his thick, black glasses hanging on his nose and a few piercings that made him look less like a nerd.
You get the hype.
And being the sweet, corny girl you were that time, you wrote a poem for him. Although you crumpled it and threw it in the trash can later, finding it ugly.
But the next day, his band performed at the festival your school held. He stood in the middle, mic near him and his guitar. And when his mouth opened, your jaw dropped.
It was the exact poem you had written about him. The one you threw in the trash can. Only this one had been turned into a refreshing love song. His eyes roamed the crowd until they stopped on you.
And he sang the entire song, only looking at you. This was the feeling again. The feeling where you don't hear or see anyone else. Just them.
After the performance, he had caught up to you.
"Hey," He smiled.
"Hey?" You answered innocently.
"Noticed the lyrics?"
"You know what, I was kind of distracted, but yeah. Those were from my poem." You laugh.
"Yeah, sorry for plagiarizing. I was just trying to clean up when someone hit the trash can, then I saw the paper with my name." He laughs.
Embarrassment clung to your skin. "Yeah, sorry. I'll make sure to rip it next time, then." You said trying to remove the awkward feeling.
"Oh, no, it's completely fine. Besides, I needed a little inspiration. And I just wanted to ask if I can get your number?"
"What?" You shook your head.
"Your number." But he did not wait and grabbed your phone and entered his number instead. Everything felt like a fever dream.
"There.” He gave your phone back. “I'll call, so don't hang up on me." He winked before pulling his guitar back up on his shoulder, walking away so casually.
He did call. You didn't hang up. You called until it was 3 am.
Thank God it was the weekend, or else you wouldn't have spent your precious time with him. He was the sweetest guy you knew.
Always updating you, always keeping you reassured that you're the only girl in his life, making sure you get back home safely, always eating your meals.
Perfect.
Until not.
You had your doubts in the middle of your 7-month relationship. He was not answering your calls often, not texting back, and suddenly made his texts short with "Sorry, I'm busy" or making promises like "I'll make it up to you, promise."
He failed you. And that left you heartbroken for the next 3 months. You hated it.
You always slept late waiting for any sign of his calls and texts. But nothing. You showed up with eye bags every day. You hated him as much as you couldn't let him go.
You went over to his place unannounced. There, you saw him with his headphones on and a mic in hand. Bopping his head to whatever beat he was making. His smile was the same, easy, just like how he smiled at you the very first time you met each other.
You went up to him and snatched his headphones away. He snapped at you. “What the hell- oh, was sup babe?”
His face quickly calmed.
“‘Wassup’? You haven't been texting or fucking calling me, that's what's up.” You frustratedly mocked.
“Well, I have stuff to do.” He excused, lips pursed.
You scoffed. “But I’m your girlfriend.” Tears brimming in your eyes.
“I know, but this is more important.” He shrugs pointing his hands at the computer.
Your heart sank deep. And your eyes burned in range. While you suffered, he was having the time of his life with his music. You cried every night while he just sang his way through.
And he treated music more seriously.
You were just in second.
It fucking hurt. Like someone threw salt at a fresh wound.
You threw his headphones away, slapped him in the face, and told him you were done.
But now, a year has passed since that day, and you still have the very same paper with your poem. You forgot that you even have it.
♫ I watch from the edges of your busy day,
Admiring the kindness in all that you say.
A light in the distance, so steady and true,
I find myself smiling while thinking of you ♫
It was sweet back then, but looking at it now made you burst into laughter at how corny you were. How naive you still were even after your first love.
You hold up the old paper with your right hand. And in your left hand, you flicked your thumb making the lighter ignite.
You placed it under the paper and watched as it burned the bittersweet memories of the two of you that you no longer want to reminisce about.
Summary: The world may be at each others neck but they can all agree on one thing, they all adore the Global Popstar; [Y] Oak. starting her career at a young age and capturing hearts of people due to her music, no shock that her recent album had topped the charts once again. However, it seems like an admirer of hers made a mistake that changed her life entirely
Genre: SMAU + Written, Idol x Popstar, Crack fic, yearner martin 2026, fluff, a bit of angst, HSR ships, profanity, slowburn on our side, bad jokes
A/N: fucked up the time period im sorry it slipped my mind fml...
ꔛ SYN :: your summer job consisted of working boring hours at a dead convenience store in the middle of your tiny home town when soon you found yourself waiting patiently for a regular customer who you weren’t even sure noticed your presence in the first place . . . ◂𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧 ◂𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦!
𓏵 CW :: ─── yearning, strangers to ??, swearing, fluff
아기 마틴 ✶ martin x you WC: ²²¹¹ 🍙🛒
Everyday was the same except now schools over, it’s 100 degrees outside and your ass of a boss decided it’d be funny to schedule you a closing shift everyday for the next two weeks.
That meant no parties, no sleepovers, no hangouts… no hangovers. Just like long sweaty days and bitchy customers…
“That’ll be $8.88...” You mumbled as a tiny box fan blew at your right shoulder—it doing no justice against the broiling June heat. You scoffed quietly when the customer threw a dirty ten dollar bill down and left without another word.
You sat back down on the stool behind the countertop with a dramatic plop and rested your head on your palm watching the tv replay the same 5 minutes of the same news channel.
That was the 2nd customer in an hour and you couldn’t be on your phone or your boss who sat in the office behind you would throw a hissy fit. You sighed.
5:55… 6 hours until you could go home and bedrot, you smirked recalling a funny tiktok you saw earlier that day, laughing to yourself out loud like a lunatic when a customer stepped quietly up to the register which quickly pulled you out of your daydream.
“You laughing at me?” The tall boy smiled down at you his head tilted slightly, his shaggy hair resting flawlessly atop his broad shoulders.
You looked up in annoyance anticipating another creepy old man but it was surprisingly quite the opposite? The boy looked about your age, his voice oddly familiar—oddly warm, from only a few feet away you could smell a sweet cashmere musk radiating off of his neck which was stacked with silver necklaces, just by the way he dressed you could tell he liked fashion or at least cared about what he looked like but most striking of all his smile was just so bright…
“Uhm.. Hello?” He said waving his hand in front of your frozen gaze, followed by a short concerned chuckle.
“No! Sorry- sorry!” You replied frantically ringing his items up quickly which looked like two redbulls, a nasal spray, and a bag of chips.
“You good? I thought I lost ya there?” He asked shoving his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth on his heels, his brows slightly raised in suspicion.
“Yes.. yeah sorry, that’ll be $19.96.” You said avoiding his eyes out of blatant embarrassment.
He nodded curtly, flipping through his wallet for a 20 dollar bill before sliding it across the counter and grabbing the bag of his items.
“Here you go, thank you.” You said hastily handing him his receipt.
“Thank you…,” his eyes scanned your name tag, “thank you y/n.” He smiled before turning to exit the building causing your heart to unexpectedly skip a beat.
Your eyes followed his large frame to the door and all the way outside… you had to admit he was cute. It had been so long since you encountered a cute boy while at work since half the store’s customers were crabby retirees or groups of annoying children… you quickly brushed it off, you’d probably never even see him again anyways.
It wasn’t long before you quickly got sucked back into another daydream.
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The next day was the same loop as the last. 2 or 3 customers in a single hour, your stingy boss giving you a death glare every time you reached for your phone, the scorching evening heat dampening your underarms.
You sipped at a juice box you stole from the back of the store, your eyes scanning the shelves for something you could eat later for “dinner” which normally looked like a cup ramen or soggy sandwich from the barely working freezer section.
After a moment you lazily looked up at the clock on the wall, it reading 5:50. Ugh.
You flinched slightly when the bell on the door sounded it interrupting the acquainted silence of the desolate store.
Upon noticing the familiarly tall frame that rounded the corner your cheeks became weirdly hot and tingly. It was the same boy from the previous day just his hair just slicked back out of his face now from what you could see above the short aisles.
You subconsciously tucked a piece of damp hair that stuck to your forehead behind your ear and fixed the collar of your uniform.
You threw on a polite smile as he approached the counter today he wore a snug wifebeater, one that hugged every curve and contour of his toned chest. You gulped down the heat rising in your face and hoped he had forgotten about the awkward first encounter you had yesterday.
“Just this?” You asked looking up at him.
“Yeah,” He said with a nod as you began scanning his items “how’s your day been?” He asked looking down at you, his tone polite, patient.
“Pretty slow.” You sighed genuinely.
“That’s good, I guess… right?” He stated followed by a hasty shrug and a stifled smile.
“Depends on who you ask,” You said giving him a weary grimace “that’ll be $4.34.” You said watching him flip through his wallet with a subtly acquired smirk.
“Not staring holes into random customers today, thats a win?” The boy stated with squinted eyes and a teasing grin causing your jaw to clench.
“Mhm… big big win.” You replied sarcastically, shaking your head handing him his change. Your subconscious cringing quietly.
He held out his sizable hand underneath yours in order to catch his change before flashing you that same blinding smile and turning his heel towards the door.
Your heartbeat began to slow back down once the bell on the door chimed as he exited. The tingly feeling in your cheeks gradually draining away once his scent was whisked away with the wind of the door closing.
You found it odd he took the time to ask you how your day was and even mentioning the events of yesterday.. then again those were the bare minimum workings of a basic human interaction.
Holy shit this job isn’t paying you enough if this the biggest thing you’re fixated on.
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Today’s shift was gonna be a good one. Today was Wednesday that meant your boss was off. And what that meant was that you could have your phone. Which made these excruciatingly boring shifts a bit more manageable… except for the single wooden stool you had to sit on behind the counter. Safe to say your lower back was on fire by the time 10:30 rolled around.
Wednesdays also meant you had to run the whole store by yourself, emptying the trash cans, cleaning up at the end of the night, stocking the shelves. More boring shit.
You hadn’t noticed how late it got since your time was being consumed by actually having to do some work for once.
While stocking the freezers in the back of the store the door chime sounded. You rolled your eyes and waited for the customer to ring the bell on the front counter signaling for you to go and check them out.
“Do you ever leave here?” A recognizable voice from behind you spoke causing you to tense. It was the tall boy from yesterday, here again for the 3rd day in a row?
You quickly stood up from your crouched position and moved from in front of the freezer, his towering frame stepping to grab his usual drink.
Upon gathering your composure you spoke, “Do you ever buy anything else?” You retorted with a twinge of sass.
“What do you mean?” The boy asked stepping slightly closer, his head tilting to the left a tad, his lips bordering a smile.
“You always get the same drink.” You stated crossing your arms, looking up at him.
“So what?” He replied crossing his arms back at you.
“Nothing.” You shrugged going back to stocking the shelves. “Just seems like a big commitment...” You mumbled.
“I know what I like.” The boy avowed while carefully watching you arrange the cans, his gaze feeling like daggers.
“Fair enough I guess.” You shrugged attempting to hide your apparent fluster.
“Do you judge all your customers like this?” he asked causing you to let out a short laugh.
“Only the ones who buy the same thing every day.” You said in a matter-of-fact like tone.
“You’ve been keeping track?” He countered with pursed lips, not sure if he should be touched or creeped out.
The second the words left his mouth, you regretted saying it. “I work here,” you replied quickly. “I notice things.”
“Mhm, right.” He didn’t sound convinced.
“Besides that flavor is disgusting anyway.” You turned back to face him with a sour expression.
“It’s the original?!” He snapped back expressively, inclining you to giggle.
“I’d genuinely rather have any other flavor.” You said in a strict tone making your very strong opinion on redbull known.
“Nah this one’s the best end of story.” He shook his head following you back over to the register like a puppy.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You rolled your eyes as a smirk settled on your face.
“Good to know you're thinking about my sleep schedule now~” the boy said half sarcastically.
“$2.95” you replied in a fed up tone while picking at your thumbs underneath the counter.
He held out a crumpled 2 dollars backed up with a shitty grin that shown all 32 teeth of his, clearly amused by your new tone. You could help but let out a stifled giggle at his expression while loading the money into the register.
“Just get out already.” You said rubbing your temples with one hand, the other holding out his receipt.
“Alright I’m goingggg~” He drew out as he held his hands up in protest.
Was he seriously flirting with you???
⛅️
Thursday afternoon, an hour before work.
You stood in front of the mirror and thought—maybe you should actually put some effort into yourself today? Since usually you rolled out of bed, threw your uniform on and didn’t give your physical appearance another glance. Usually letting your hair rest at your shoulders, not bothering to put any extra effort into doing any makeup, just giving your face a quick wash and a simple chapstick application.
You attempted to slick back your hair into a ponytail, curl your lashes with your mom’s eyelash curler, and throw on some light lipgloss. To you.. you looked the exact same.
You didn’t know what force was compelling you to put this much effort into your looks today but it was strong. Choosing not to admit the truth you tucked your uniform shirt into your pants and left the house.
Upon greeting your coworker when passing him in the break room his stare lingered a bit longer than usual… maybe what you were trying is working?
Your eyes lingered on the clock from 5:15 to, 5:25 to, 5:38 to, 5:49 and finally 5:53.
Your back straightened in the stool you sat on, your neck extended slightly in order to show a more poised posture.
The door chime rang at exactly 5:55, in came the male you were waiting for—his stride slightly quicker today as he made it to the back of the store, his head tilted down to one side as he spoke into the phone on his shoulder frantically.
Usually he’d glance up, nod, at least acknowledge your presence but today he didn’t.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he said into the phone "I'm on my way." he snapped back.
You waited patiently, studying his every move and mannerism. The way the graphic tee he wore clung to his shoulders, the sound his keys that were attached to his belt loop jingled, the way you could see the slightest bit of his waistline underneath the hem of his shirt. Your jaw clenched tightly, shaking off the thought as he approached the desk still talking into the phone.
“No, just give me ten minutes." He said pulling out his wallet while listening intently to the person on the other line, the silence between you both physically paining you.
“$3.25” you said looking up at him reluctantly.
He just nodded distractedly and handed over the money while listening to whoever was still on the other end of the call.
"Yeah, hold on." He said digging for some change in his wallet, momentarily setting his phone down. The contact at the top of the screen reading ‘manager-nim’
The register beeped. You handed him his change.
"Thanks." He said giving you a quick half-smile, it feeling oddly automatic. Barely directed at you.
Then he picked up his drink and headed for the door. The bell chimed. And just like that, he was gone.
You stared at the register for a second. Swallowing a lump of dullness that accumulated in your chest after the valueless interaction.
To put it into simple terms you felt like a complete idiot, all this pointless effort and useless worrying.
You don’t even know his name.
And.. he wasn't obligated to notice anything of course. He probably hadn't even looked at you long enough to tell if anything was different nonetheless.
Still, you found herself subconsciously annoyed while restocking shelves as it got later. Attempting to try and forget about the painfully charming boy. This was around the time customers stopped coming in anyways so you didn’t need to be up front.
While lost in thought you caught a shadow walk past the aisle you were working in, it stopping then trailing back quickly.
As you tilted your head up you found the male from earlier pretending to be distracted by the shelf he was standing in front of, his hand positioned comically in on his chin, his eyebrows furrowed in query, deep in though at the display in front of him upon being caught trying to speak up on you. Clearly he didn’t think this through all the way.
You shook your head in disbelief, “can I help you?”
“What?” He said a little too quickly.
“…You’re back?” You asked still putting cans on the shelf slowly.
“Yup forgot somethin.” He said confidently, grabbing the nearest item in his reach as a cover up. A single can of soup.
“You forgot soup?” You questioned.
He scoffed, “yes obviously.”
Neither of you believed that statement.
You raised an eyebrow. He looked away first. Finally, he sighed.
"Okay, maybe I didn't forget anything." He expressed putting the soup can back on the shelf, rubbing the back of his neck in pity.
"I figured." You standing up finally, placing your hands on your hips expectantly.
"I was on the phone earlier." He said looking down at his feet.
"Really?" you said dryly, your tone almost motherly.
He laughed, "Okay, that sounded kinda stupid." His eyes trailing up to meet yours.
"A little." You said shrugging.
"I didn't really get to say hi… earlier.”
You stared at him for a second. Then smiled sarcastically, "Hi?"
For the first time since walking back into the store, he smiled sweetly back. "Hi."
At the same time as this your attention was drawn to the front of the store where a group of teenagers entered and began making a commotion, them quickly making their way back to the aisle you both were standing.
A gasp, “Bro! Martin!!” A shorter male exclaimed.
Martin.
The shorter male ran up to tackle Martin from behind as 4 more individuals watched from the rear giggling to themselves. Which looked like 3 more males and a 1 girl who all you recognized from school.
You stood awkwardly, your expression bordering annoyance while watching Martin and you’s sweet interaction get flushed down the toilet.
You huffed a bit too loud which caused them all to turn to you. The girl now at Martin’s side giving you a sour sideways glare whispered at one of the males next to her, they both snickered at you mockingly. While Martin’s expression only faltered slightly.
You turned away moving back up to the front of the store, you were seething.
Soon enough the noisy group trailed up to the register wanting to buy a million things. Martin loomed at the back of the group his demeanor almost guilty because who knows what they said behind your back.
“$36.02” you said blankly as one of the males handed you their card. The girl who made small talk with Martin catching your attention while she batted her stupid eyelashes up at him. Your fists balled under the desk.
The group left after getting rung up, Martins gaze lingering on your slumped shoulders and stoic expression before he was pulled out the door by the group.
You sighed staring off into the night sky. His name is Martin…
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Friday. The day where most teens stayed out late with their friends or went out to parties but not you.
Another day another 8 hour shift.. luckily tomorrow you were off.
You couldn’t lie about the fact that you were still annoyed about the previous day but after some careful thinking you brushed it off. You didn’t even know the man you had no right to be territorial over him.
As the door chime rang stopping you from biting your nails you looked up your back straightening immediately when you saw Martin entering and heading straight back for the freezers.
It’s only 4:15? Why was he here so early? You cleared your throat as he stepped up to the counter setting one measly drink down, not his usual.
You reached for the bottle and scanned it slowly, “So you didn’t come back to buy more soup?”
“Not this time..” he said exhibiting a small hasty smile looking down at the floor while you tapped away at the registers screen.
"Actually, I wanted to apologize." He lingered on the last syllable.
That catches you off guard, "For what?"
He hesitates, "yesterday."
You immediately knew what he's talking about. Yesterday had been different.. you'd actually been having a decent conversation and for once it felt like neither of you were rushing or blathering through it.
Then his friends barged in and ruined it. Especially when that girl walked straight up to him. You tried to ignore it but unfortunately you noticed every aspect of it. The way she tugged at the sleeve of his shirt, the way she stood close to him, the way she laughed at literally everything he said.
You shrugged, “what about yesterday?”
“I kind of disappeared..” he said chewing the skin on his lip.
“You left with your friends?” You replied back.
“Yeah.” he nodded looking down again.
"So…?" You gestured for him to keep going.
"So..." he scratched the back of his neck, "It felt rude...like disrespectful.."
You paused. Because that wasn’t the answer you expected.
"It wasn't a big deal." You said in a mumble.
He placed his palms on the counter, "it kinda was,” he exhaled "my friends showed up and I got distracted so I just wanted to say I’m so-,”
“You don’t need to apologize Martin.” You announced cutting him off abruptly.
His gaze fixing on yours immediately once you said his name.
“Seriously it’s alright. I’m fine... it’s fine.” You explained despite your expression telling the opposite truth.
“$2.95.” You told him in a mutter, to which he held the money out, his undeniably hard grip on the dollar catching your attention causing you to look up at him.
“I’m sorry, okay?” He stated firmly before letting go of the dollar at last, it being rare you saw this side of him, he was serious?
You only nodded and handed him his change before he was gone.
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Two days off were just what you needed to take your mind off of this confusing week. A weekend of rest and relaxation was all it took for you to convince yourself that the couple minuscule interactions you had with this Martin kid didn’t mean that he had any interest in you whatsoever. Just small talk and normal human behavior. You were just a convenience store cashier and was just the convenience store boy end of story.
A lot has changed since last Monday, the scorching heat started to die down finally, your manager was supposed to be on vacation this week, and you were supposed be training a new hire starting today.
The afternoon started off unusually busy. Which was good so the new hire could get some experience.
You stood behind the counter showing him how the register worked. He was around your age, maybe a year older. Quiet, a little awkward, still fumbling with buttons on the screen.
"No, not that one," you explained for the fourth time, reaching over and tapping the right key. "That one voids the whole thing."
“Oh.” He said softly.
The bell above the door chimed, you looked up automatically.
It was him again.
For a second, Martins expression looked normal. Then his eyes moved from you... to the guy standing beside you. Then back to you. Martin nodded once before he headed back to the coolers, one emotionless nod.
A minute later he came back holding his usual drink. The new hire glanced at you before speaking, "I got this one."
"You sure?" You asked politely.
"Yeah." He nodded stepping up to the register while you moved beside him.
Martin set down his drink his eyes scanning the new hire’s name tag that read “Jun”. He rolled his eyes.
Jun peered down at the screen. Pressed something… then pressed something else, nothing happened, "...Hold on." He mumbled.
You leaned over slightly your arm grazing his, "no, you have to scan it first."
"Oh. Right." He admitted in embarrassment before preforming the action.
Martin watched quietly, too quietly. His glare at the boy not going unnoticed, “so. you new here?” Martin questioned authoritatively.
Jun looked up, "Uh... yeah." He replied shyly, to which Martin only nodded robotically.
"Try it now." You gestured as the register beeped. Success.
“Oh, thanks y/n.” Jun smiled as the total loaded on the screen.
Martin crossed his arms, "Looks like you're getting along." He muttered just loud enough for you to hear. You were about to retort before you were cut off.
“Y/n can I get your help with something over there actually??” Martin asked pointing vaguely at a far away aisle.
“…sure?” You replied slowly. “I’ll be right back.” You told Jun.
Once Martin led you a ways away from the front of the store he spoke, “Does this mean you’ll be working less?” He asked, his expression genuinely disappointed.
You glared up at him, “that’s what you brought me all the way over here to ask? Seriously?”
He frowned slightly, “…well?”
“I have no clue Martin.” You said sassily.
"It doesn’t even look like he knows what he's doing." Martin mumbled in a sulky tone.
You almost laughed, "It's his first day give him a break."
"He almost exploded the register for Christ sake!" He exclaimed.
You shook your head when you heard the door chime ring from up front. You started back up to the front to help Jun, “when you know what it’s like working here you can critique other people’s learning speed.” You said projecting your voice in his direction behind you.
( 애인 ) lovesick and hopeless, you make a special deal with martin—if you're both single by 35, you get married.
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"if you keep sighing like that, you're going to blow all the air right out of the room," martin said, not even looking up from his phone.
oh, fuck him.
he was sprawled out on the middle of your living room rug, one arm propped behind his head, his legs crossed at the ankles. he looked entirely too comfortable for someone who didn't actually live there. his hair was a bit of a mess against the carpet, sticking out in random directions, but he didn't seem to care.
you rolled over on the couch, burying your face into a throw pillow before letting out another loud, dramatic groan. "i can't help it, marty. my heart is actually aching. look at me. i'm suffering."
martin finally slid his phone into his pocket and turned his head to look at you, squinting his eyes. "you look like a dramatic idiot. what are you even suffering from? did the cafe run out of those chocolate muffins again?"
"no," you huffed, pulling the pillow down just enough so your eyes were peeking over the top. "i'm suffering from terminal singlehood. i just watched that new romance movie—the one with the rain scene on the porch?—and now my chest feels hollow. i want that. i want to be so sickeningly in love that it makes other people mad."
martin let out a short, snorting laugh, rolling over onto his side so he was facing the couch. he rested his head on his hand, looking up at you with a amused grin. "you want to make people mad?"
"yes! i want the whole thing," you said, sitting up quickly and tossing the pillow to the side. you started counting on your fingers. "i want the stupid morning texts, i want the matching sweaters, i want someone who looks at me like i invented the moon. and i want to get married before my joints start cracking every time i stand up."
"dudeeee, matching sweaters is where i draw the line," martin jokd, his eyebrow twitching up. "that's a red flag. any guy who agrees to that is lying to you."
"it is not! it's cute," you pout, leaning over the edge of the cushions so you were looking right down at him. "you're just, like, cynical, bro. you don't get the vision."
"i get the vision fine. your vision just involves a lot of public display of affection and probably a lot of bad poetry," he said, reaching up to casually smack your knee with the back of his hand. "besides, you're still so young. you act like you're eighty and running out of time. chill out, man. you've got decades before you have to worry about dying alone with twelve cats."
"twelve cats sounds kind of nice right now, honestly," you mumbled, slumping back against the sofa. "at least cats don't ignore my texts."
martin rolled his eyes, but there was a soft, fond look in his eyes that he tried to hide by looking awy toward the TV. he reached out, his hand sliding up from your knee to grab your ankle, giving it a playful shake. "i don't ignore your texts."
"you took three hours to reply yesterday because you were 'testing a new hair gel', martin."
"it was a very intense process! it has a strong hold," he defended himself, a wide grin breaking across his face. he sat up fully then, shifting so he was leaning against the base of the couch right by your legs. "tell you what. since you're so terrified of ending up alone and wrinkly, let's make a deal."
you cocked your head to the side, looking down at the back of his head, your eyes lingering on the soft, long strands of hair at the nape of his neck. "what kind of deal?"
martin turned his upper body around, resting his elbows on the couch cushion right next to your thigh. his face was suddenly much closer, and he had that stupid, silly look he always got right before he said something ridiculous.
"if we're both thirty-five and still single, we'll just marry each other. simple. problem solved, no cats required," he said, wiggling his eyebrows up and down twice.
your heart did a weird, sudden flip in your chest, but you quickly forced a scowl onto your face to hide it. "thirty-five? wait—why thirty-five? you think i won't find anyone by thirty-five?" you hissed, narrowing your eyes into tiny slits. "what makes you think my expiration date is that early?"
martin laughed, the sound loud and bright in the quiet apartment. "i'm just being realistic! have you seen your taste in movies? your standards are based on fictional men who don't exist. and let's not forget the fact that you can't cook anything that doesn't involve a microwave."
"i can make eggs!" you shouted, grabbing a nearby couch cushion and shoving it right into his face.
martin caught the cushion easily, laughing against the fabric before pulling it down. his hair was even messier now from the impact, a few strands falling across his forehead. "barely! they're always rubbery! and you're messy. you leave your shoes right in the middle of the hallway like a trap."
"they're not a trap, they're just... waiting to be put away," you mumbled, crossing your arms and looking thoroughly annoyed, though the flush on your cheeks was probably giving you away. "you suck, marty. you're supposed to be my friend and boost my confidence, not roast my lifestyle choices."
"i am boosting your confidence," he said, his voice dropping into a slighly softer, teasing tone. he reached out, his thumb lightly catching the hem of your sweatpants near your ankle, tapping a rhythm against your skin. "i'm literally offering to be your backup plan. that's a huge compliment. i'm very high quality, you know."
"high quality?" you snorted, mimicking his words. "you spend forty-five minutes in front of the mirror just to make your hair look 'accidentally messy'. you're high maintenance, asshole."
"it's an art form," he argued, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. the corners of his mouth kept twitching upward. "so? what do you say? thirty-five? do we have a contract or what?"
you looked at him—really looked at him. his broad shoulders were relaxed against your couch, his arms resting easily near your legs, and he was looking up at you with this bright, expectant expression. he was being silly, because martin was always silly, but under the layer of jokes, you felt a strange, heavy warmth settling in the room.
"i don't know," you smiled slowly, leaning your chin on your hand. "thirty-five feels a bit young. what if i meet a really handsome prince at thirty-four and a half?"
"not happening," martin deadpans. "i'll personally show up to the date and tell him about the rubbery eggs. he'll run away."
"you wouldn't dare."
"try me," he grinned, his eyes locking onto yours with a stubborn spark. "so? deal?"
you let out a long, dramatic sigh, pretending like you were making the hardest decision of your life. "fine. thirty-five. but if we do it, i'm choosing the sweaters."
"deal," martin said instantly, his smile widening until his eyes crinkled at the sides.
he turned back around to face the TV, but he didn't move away from the couch. his shoulder stayed pressed firmly against your shin, his warmth seeping through the fabric of your clothes. he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone back out, humming a random melody under his breath like he hadn't just completely rewired your brain for the rest of the evening.
you leaned back against the cushions, your eyes drifting down to the back of his fluffy hair again. your fingers twitched, wanting nothing more than to reach down and run them through the soft strands, to pull him just a little bit closer.
you had spent the whole day complaining about wanting to be in love, about wanting the romance movie ending. but as you sat there in the quiet apartment, watching martin carelessly scroll through his phone while staying glued to your side, you realized something else.
martin edwards was deadass convinced he was just being a funny, reliable friend. but the way his hand kept naturally finding its way back to your ankle, and the way he secretly practiced his best smiles in your bathroom mirror just to make you laugh, said something else entirely.
because martin was already in love. just like that. and you were starting to think thirty-five was way too long to wait.
summary. You spend Valentine's Day with your boyfriend, Martin.
wc. 1.4k
contains. martin x fem!reader (r is a girly girl), teenage love?, r is same age as martin
tags. fluff, kissing, one shot, cuddling
notes. so here is Martin version!! I though this turned out so cute like ugghhhh why can't a guy (literally ANY guy) take me out on a ice skating date AND listen to the little things. like puhlease god answer my prayers!!
requested by. the same person who requested the Keonho one (they requested a version for ot5)
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now playing :: starstudded - malcolm todd
Martin arrived at your apartment at exactly 5:12. He was dressed in black jeans, with no holes, a plain white tee, his favorite leather jacket, and a gray scarf he stole from Juhoon. He was also carrying a bouquet of flowers and a small box wrapped in a blue ribbon. You, on the other hand, were still in your pajamas and looked a complete mess.
“Martin?” You said as you opened the door. “What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t really think I was going to leave you here all day without taking you out to dinner. It's Valentine's Day.” He welcomed himself into your apartment and headed directly to the kitchen, grabbing a vase out of the cabinet for the bouquet of roses he got you. “We have dinner reservations at 7:30. I’ll wait here while you get ready.”
“Martin.” It didn’t mean to come out as a whine, but you dragged the last syllable out accidentally. “You could’ve told me earlier today. I need to wash my hair.”
“I know, that's why I came now. I wanted to surprise you.” He had finished setting the roses up and he centered them on your kitchen counter. “Go on. You can shower and do whatever you need to do.”
“Fine.” You scoffed as you walked back to your bedroom as Martin followed. He immediately flopped onto your bed, making himself comfortable as you headed to the bathroom to shower.
For as rushed as you were, you looked pretty good. You had decided on a pair of light wash jeans, your ugg boots and a pink sweater. Straightening your hair seemed to be the best option after blow drying it and you had decided to slide a few pink hair clips to pull it out of your face. You had only slightly done your makeup. Just a little bit of concealer, mascara, and blush.
You stood in the mirror trying to decide which purse to bring, the pink Coach bag Martin had gotten you for christmas or the white saddle bag you had found at the thrift store the week before.
“I think the pink one fits best.” Martin said from behind you. You had barely even noticed him wrapping his arms around you from behind, which was hard to believe considering his height. “But, honestly, it doesn’t matter which one matches the best because I’ll be looking at your gorgeous face all night anyway.
You set the white bag back on your purse rack. “Thank you, babe, but it does matter to me.” You turned so your body was flush against his.
Martin was looking you up and down, taking in your perfect outfit which complimented your perfectly styled hair and your perfect makeup. Everything about you was perfect to him. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah.” You grabbed your hand and headed towards the door. “Let’s go.”
Martin had decided to keep the restaurant a secret. He held your hand the whole way there, listening to you ramble on about the k-drama you were watching this morning. Finally, you arrived at the restaurant - a high end steak house.
“Martin” You began, taking in the interior of the restaurant. Martin grabbed your hand leading you to the table reserved for the two of you. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”
“But I did. I couldn’t just take you out to some boring ol’ ramen shop. We go there on normal days. Valentine’s Day is not a normal day.”
You sat down across the table from him, looking through the menu. You ordered a chicken alfredo, while Martin decided on a wagyu steak.
“Might be my only chance to try one. Plus I’m using the company card.” Martin winked and flashed the black credit card.
Finally your food had come and you both ate in a comfortable silence. Your legs rested in between Martin’s under the table. His were so long they stretched almost under your chair. For the rest of dinner, Martin cracked jokes about how the two of you were most definitely the best dressed out of all the older couples who wore suits and fancy dresses.
After dinner, Martin said he had another surprise for you.
“Another? Martin, you really didn’t have to do all this.”
“But I wanted to do all this.”
He held your hand as he led you to the skating rink. It was still cold enough for the outdoor rink to be open.
“You mentioned it the other day. When you said you always wanted to, but they didn’t have anywhere where you were from.”
“You remembered?”
“Of course I did.”
Martin went to grab skates for the two of you and quickly laced his before kneeling down to help you with yours. His long fingers quickly knotted the lace into little bows. Then he led you onto the ice.
You didn’t know how to skate. You didn’t even know how skating worked. How did that tiny little piece of metal somehow hold you up? It could not be possible.
Martin made sure to keep you close so you wouldn’t fall, but that didn’t stop you from losing your footing a few times. He lead you over to the wall leaving you standing there as he try to demonstrate skating to you.
“Look. One foot push, the other foot push, one foot push, the other foot push.” You watched as he moved his legs with a lot more grace than seemed possible for someone so tall. You ventured off from the wall towards him, trying to take his advice, but you still slipped landing butt first on the ground.
“Oh my gosh, Y/n!” Martin rushed to where you were sitting on the ice. He didn’t laugh until he saw the smile spreading across your face. You busted out in giggles that were too contagious for Martin to avoid. He helped pull you up and decided that keeping an arm wrapped around your waist for the rest of the time would be a solid decision.
You guys didn’t get back to your apartment until late into the night. As soon as you walked in you collapsed onto the couch. Your butt was sore from your fall earlier and your stomach was sore from laughing so hard. Martin flopped down next to you not soon after.
“Tonight was fun.” You turned to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow.
“Did you like skating?”
“I really did! Besides from when I fell.”
Martin almost immediately started laughing at being reminded of you slipping. You laughed because Martin was laughing. He had that effect on you.
After both of you had gotten over your giggle fits, you headed towards your bedroom to get ready for bed. Martin followed not too far behind.
“You can stay the night if you want.”
“I would, but I don’t have any clothes and I don’t really feel like sleeping in jeans.”
“Don’t worry, there are some clothes over there in that dresser for you.” You pointed towards a white dresser in the corner. “I got them the other weekend while I was shopping in Seoul, just in case you decided to stay over.
Martin didn’t need any more convincing to stay, so he dug out a pair of sweatpants and a basic t-shirt. While he got dressed you slipped into one of your favorite matching pajama sets and crawled into bed. Martin did the same and was soon laying next to you.
“Oh wait, I’ll be right back.” He quickly ran to the kitchen before returning again, a small box in hand. “Here.”
You opened the small box to find the silver Tiffany necklace you mentioned the other day. You hadn’t even said that much about it, just that you thought it was cute, but Martin had listen, like always. When he dropped you off that night he went right back to Tiffany & Co. to buy the necklace.
You admired it for a minute before setting it back in the box and placing it on your nightstand. You turned back to Martin and he pulled you into a hug. You buried your face into his chest
“You really shouldn’t have done any of that today or gotten me that, you know” Your voice was muffled.
“Stop saying that.” Martin pulled away just enough to see your face. He couldn’t believe you were the girl he got to be with. You were absolutely beautiful. “I absolutely needed to do all of that.”
You chose not to say anything else about it and laid your head down onto the pillow next to Martin’s.
He draped an arm over your waist, pulling you closer. You both almost immediately fell asleep, today’s memories playing out in your head again and again as you slept.
