✧ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ✧
cortis — martin x fem!reader — mini oneshot
GENRE: fluff, soft crack, domestic idol!au, clingy avoidance behavior
WARNINGS: mentions of skipping meals/not eating well, light scolding, boyfriend-coded clinginess
SYNOPSIS: You find out Martin hasn’t eaten all day. He tries to escape the lecture by becoming the clingiest man alive.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hiiii! here’s a tiny martin oneshot bc you all love him so much lololol. thank u sm for all the love recently, i appreciate u guys sm <3333
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
MASTERLIST:
You find him in the practice room, sitting on the floor with his back against the mirror, scrolling on his phone, looking half dead.
“Martin.”
He looks up. “Yeah?”
“When was the last time you ate?”
He blinks. Thinks. Shrugs.
You stare at him. “You don’t remember?”
“…breakfast?” he tries.
“It’s 9PM.”
He winces. “Oh.”
You cross your arms. “Martin.”
He immediately panics.
Not visibly. No flailing, no whining. but he does the thing he always does when he knows he’s in trouble:
He stands up, walks over, and wraps his arms around your waist.
Like if he hugs you tight enough, you’ll forget why you’re mad.
You try to push him off. “No. Don’t do that.”
He tightens his hold. “Do what?”
“This. Hugging me so I can’t yell at you.”
“I’m not hugging you,” he says, face buried in your shoulder. “I’m… preventing hypothermia.”
“You’re literally warm.”
“Maybe I just wanna hug my girlfriend..?.. "
You sigh, trying to pry him off. He clings harder, arms locked around you like a koala.
“Martin, you need to eat.”
“I will.”
“When?”
“In a bit.”
“No. Now.”
He groans dramatically, leaning all his weight on you until you stumble back. “But you’re comfy.”
“You’re avoiding the conversation.”
“Yes,” he says immediately. “Correct.”
You grab his cheeks and force him to look at you. “You can’t keep skipping meals.”
He blinks at you, eyes softening. Then he leans forward and bumps his forehead against yours.
“I know,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry.”
You sigh, brushing his hair back. “You’re gonna make yourself sick.”
“I’ll eat,” he promises. “Just… stay with me while I do?”
You roll your eyes, but your heart melts anyway. “Fine.”
He grins. Big, bright, and relieved. He grabs your hand, pulling you toward the door.
“Come on,” he says. “Feed me before I die.”
“You’re not dying.”
“I could be.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“You love me.”
You don’t answer. You don’t have to. He squeezes your hand like he already knows.
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