⤿ a series of happenings between your dynamic relationship.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ café for7you ˚ ೀ⋆｡ Ot7
⤿ a series brewed with love to celebrate 470 followers.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ love me, dadly ˚ ೀ⋆｡ Ot7 coming soon!
⤿ a seven part series where fatherhood meets fate, chaos meets comfort, and love shows up when they least expect it.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ Appa, Always ˚ ೀ⋆｡ dad!psh
⤿ series that follows Sunghoon as he stumbles, grows, and loves his way through the quiet chaos of fatherhood—one heartwarming moment at a time.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Park Sunghoon ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ Undercover Hearts ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ In a world of crisp suits and unspoken rules, you and Sunghoon danced on the edge of secrecy—love woven between stolen glances and whispered midnight promises.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ The Things I Never Said ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ loving him was never the problem—pretending I was okay when he loved someone else was.
small things
⤿ snippets of moments she cherished most from “the things i never said.”
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ More Than Okay | P2 ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ As time passes, the distance between Sunghoon and Y/N grows, turning laughter into silence and familiarity into something distant.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ Everything Comes Back | Finale ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ Three years after going their separate ways, Y/N and Sunghoon reunite by chance, leading to a week-long bachelor reunion at a villa. Forced to travel together and share adjacent rooms, lingering tension, jealousy, and old feelings resurface.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ Bounded by Fate ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ pt2
⤿ When CEO Park Sunghoon needs a date for his friend's wedding, he unexpectedly asks you-his dedicated secretary-to accompany him on a three-day trip. What starts as a professional arrangement quickly shifts into something more as unforeseen circumstances bring you closer together.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ Caught on Camera: Falling for You ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ When a casual vlog at her favorite cafe captures more than just pastries-namely, a ridiculously attractive stranger-her life takes an unexpected turn. What starts as a playful internet crush soon spirals into a viral sensation, drawing the attention of none other than Sunghoon, the gym influencer himself. To her shock, he not only sees the video but slides into her DMs, sparking a whirlwind of flirtation, laughter, and unexpected feelings.
-moments with you ( bonus)
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ Scoring Points with You ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ As a dedicated student leader, Y/N never expected Park Sunghoon, the school’s star basketball player, to turn his playful pursuit into something deeper. Between late-night practices, unexpected gestures, and growing tensions before the championship, their connection becomes impossible to ignore. With the biggest game of the season approaching, one thing is certain—win or lose, everything is about to change.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ The Rink Where I found You ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ From the moment nine-year-old Y/N threw a tiny penguin plushie onto the rink after Sunghoon’s first skating performance, their story began quietly, sweetly, and on ice. Growing up side by side in the same school and at the rink, their bond deepened through late-night practices, shared sweaters, and unspoken feelings that glided just beneath the surface.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ Re:Genesis Project Echo ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ In the quiet of her lab, Dr. Y/N, a skilled scientist, sets out on a risky mission to bring back her late fiancé, Park Sunghoon, who died in a car accident. Using his preserved DNA, she creates a clone that grows rapidly in just two years. When Sunghoon wakes up, he faces the difficult reality of being brought back to life and the moral issues surrounding Y/N's actions.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ Code Blue Hearts Too ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ Y/N, a dedicated nurse, and Sunghoon, a graduating student nurse, as they navigate the intense world of healthcare and a growing, undeniable attraction. From late-night shifts to stolen moments in supply closets, their professional bond turns into something deeper, but when rumors threaten Sunghoon’s graduation, Y/N pulls away to protect him. Can their connection survive the rules of mentorship, or will love break through the walls they’ve built?
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ Symptoms of You ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ When a clumsy act of heroism lands Y/N in the ER, she doesn’t expect to fall—literally and emotionally—for the handsome Dr. Park Sunghoon. What begins with one injury turns into flirty check-ups, midnight snacks, and unexpected visits. Somewhere between planned accidents and shared coffee, a soft, slow-burning romance begins to bloom—proving some symptoms are only cured by love.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ In Stitches ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ A grumpy, emotionally guarded surgeon and a sunshine-hearted resident collide in the high-stakes world of medicine—what begins with spilled coffee and sharp words slowly transforms into stolen glances, quiet care, and a love powerful enough to heal even the deepest wounds.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ Oddly Attractive ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
- collegehoon!xreader | idea from hoon chewing a gum😩
Only for you ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
The man who waited ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
Chicken.Cheeks.Chaos. ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
Just a shirt?˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
Ripped and Ready (For You)˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ P2
Almost. Maybe. Never ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ P2 P3 Final
weightless ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
Darts & Dust | psh˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
matcha projects & him.˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
tea and quiet things˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
˚How I Met Your Daddy˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
family by choice˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ Shy kids spark fearless friendships, and two single parents find love where they least expect it. Family isn’t just born—it’s chosen.
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝒦𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙈𝙚 ೀ⋆｡˚
that illegal shirt ೀ⋆｡˚
arguing with him but his hot..˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
kimchi my way to your heart | psh˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
Paper Hearts, Unspoken Things˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿Y/N and Park Sunghoon enter a marriage bound by rules—but behind his composed exterior, he isn’t as distant as he seems.Through quiet mornings, shared glances, and subtle, unexpected gestures, a connection slowly begins to take shape.
the man who waited ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
Favorite Stage Is Home˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
Between Snowflakes and Us˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
i wont leave ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ SMUT ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
Let Your Body Loose
⤿ At a wild college party, months of tension in your messy situationship with Park Sunghoon finally explode into a heated hookup. What started as casual teasing and blurred lines turns into something neither of you can ignore—forcing you both to question if it was just lust or something deeper.
Paid in Full
⤿ Broke and out of options, Y/N dreads the knock on her door—her landlord’s son, Park Sunghoon, here for the overdue rent. But instead of demanding cash, he offers a different kind of deal.
Hoodie Thief
Rhythm of Us
Language of Touch
⤿ When Y/N, a newly arrived Filipino expat in Korea who looks Korean but barely speaks the language, meets Sunghoon — a cocky, confident local with broken English — sparks fly fast and messy. What starts as a charged encounter in a bar quickly spirals into a night neither of them can explain in words, where desire becomes the only language they understand. With equal confusion, clumsy teasing, and undeniable chemistry, they find themselves tangled in something far more intimate than they planned.
Sweat it Out
⤿ What starts as a workout quickly spirals into teasing touches, dirty whispers, and a steamy, semi-public hookup in the showers where he wrecks you like it’s leg day. Sunghoon shows you exactly why you should never skip gym day with him again.
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˚ ೀ⋆｡˚submissive loser goon hoon....˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
˚ ೀ⋆｡˚accidentally booked! ˚ ೀ⋆｡˚
⤿ Two best friends go on a budget trip to Japan, only to accidentally book a love hotel for their entire stay. What starts as laughter and harmless fun slowly turns into lingering touches, stolen glances, and undeniable tension—until one night changes everything, and they’re forced to confront feelings they’ve been hiding for far too long.
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ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Summary ─── frat!martin but he’s in fact still a looser down bad for you
. ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Content tags ─── college au · best friend’s brother trope · banter · kissing · heavy eye contact
ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Author’s note ─── whoever you are, i hope you’ll love it boo
The bass thumped through the floorboards like a second heartbeat, vibrating up through your heels and settling somewhere in your ribs. You could feel the party before you could see it. Red Solo cups littered the walkway, bodies pressed against bodies in the living room, and that ever-present fog of sweat and body spray that seemed to follow Stella's house like a shadow.
"There you are!" Stella grabbed your wrist, her acrylics clicking against your skin, pulling you through the kitchen threshold. Her blonde hair, dyed the same honeyed shade as her brother's, caught the strobe lights from the living room, creating a halo effect that made her look almost angelic. Almost. "I was about to send out a search party."
"You know I had to finish that essay," you said, letting her guide you toward the kitchen island. "My professor won’t accept 'I was at a rager' as an excuse for late work."
Stella laughed, the sound cutting through the noise, warm and familiar. She handed you a cup of something fruity and suspicious, and leaned against the counter beside you. "You're such a nerd. That's why I love you."
You sipped, letting the sweetness hit. "Where's the music coming from? This actually sounds decent."
"Oh." Stella's smile went knowing, tilted at the edges. She nodded toward the archway leading to the living room. "My brother’s on the decks tonight. He threatened to blackball James from the next three parties if he touched his equipment."
Your eyes drifted before your brain could catch up, scanning the crowd through the archway. The living room had been transformed. Couch pushed back, coffee table relocated, and in the corner, elevated slightly on a platform of wooden crates and a folding table, was Martin.
He was wearing a white tank that clung to his shoulders, arms moving with practiced ease over the mixer. His blonde hair, dyed blonde, almost platinum under the lights, fell across his forehead in a way that looked calculated but was probably just from moving around. From here, he looked every inch the frat boy stereotype. Tall, built from basketball and gym sessions, radiating that specific brand of confidence that came from being six foot three and knowing everyone at the party.
He had his boys around him, some standing on the platform, some leaning against the wall, all of them nodding to the beat he was laying down. A couple girls were hovering nearby too, laughing too loud at something one of his bros said, but Martin wasn't looking at them.
He was looking at you.
The recognition hit like static electricity. Your gaze locked with his across the crowded room, and his hands didn't stop moving, fingers dancing over knobs and faders, but something in his posture shifted. A tilt of the head. A smirk that wasn't quite aimed at the crowd.
"Uh-huh," Stella said, drawing the syllable out like taffy. She waved her hand in front of your face. "Earth to Y/N."
You snapped your attention back to her, heat creeping up your neck that had nothing to do with the body heat in the room. "What?"
"Nothing." She was grinning now, that wicked best-friend grin that meant she knew something you didn't. "Just noticing how my brother keeps looking over here like he's performing for a crowd of one."
"He's DJing," you said, keeping your voice level, taking another sip. "He's supposed to watch the crowd. Read the room."
"The room is fifty sophomores trying to start a mosh pit, babe. He's not looking at them." She bumped her shoulder against yours. "He's been asking about you, by the way. 'Y/N coming tonight?' 'Y/N working on something?' Like I don't have better things to do than keep tabs on my best friend for my little brother."
"He's being polite," you said, but you didn't believe it. You'd caught Martin's eyes on you before. At dinner when you came over to study, in the hallway when you were leaving, always from across rooms, always with that same intensity that made you feel like you were under a spotlight. But he never approached. Never said more than a mumbled "what's good" when Stella forced introductions.
A boy who looked but didn't touch? Who stared but didn't speak? That wasn't it, as far as you were concerned.
"Come on," Stella said, grabbing your hand again. "Let's go dance before the good songs end."
The living room was a pressure cooker of bodies, heat rising from skin to skin contact, the music shifting to something with a heavier bass line that you could feel in your teeth. Stella moved like she was made of water, all fluid hips and confident steps, and you fell into rhythm beside her, letting the beat loosen your joints.
But you could feel it. That weight on the back of your neck, the prickle of being watched.
Martin was still at his station, still manipulating the crowd's energy with one hand while the other adjusted his headphones. But his eyes kept finding you. In the gap between songs. During the build-up. When the beat dropped and the room erupted, his gaze stayed steady, pinned to you like you were the only fixed point in a spinning room.
You didn't look back. Not directly. You danced with Stella, laughed at her jokes, let some guy from your Econ class spin you around once before you politely extracted yourself. You were unbothered. Untouchable.
If he wanted to look, he could look. But looking was free, and you weren't a museum piece.
"He's going to strain something," Stella shouted over the music, leaning close to your ear. She'd followed your line of sight, or maybe she'd just known where your attention would drift. "All that staring. His neck's gonna snap."
"Maybe he should worry about his transitions instead," you shouted back, but you were smiling despite yourself.
Stella's phone buzzed against her hip. She kept it in a holster like a gunslinger, always accessible, and she checked the screen, her expression shifting. "Shit. I gotta go handle something. Tyler's having a crisis in the backyard about his ex."
"Do you have to?"
"Sadly, yes. I'm the only one who knows the whole story." She squeezed your arm, already backing away. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
"That leaves a lot of options!"
"Exactly!"
She disappeared into the crowd, a flash of blonde hair and sequined top, and suddenly you were alone in a sea of people who knew each other better than they knew you. You made small talk with a girl from your dorm, waved at someone from your study group, but the conversation felt thin, stretched too tight over the noise.
Across the room, Martin's eyes found yours again.
This time, he didn't look away. He held your gaze while his hand reached for a vinyl, actual vinyl, you noticed, not just digital files, and he held it up, showing you the label. Some old rock band you'd never heard of, probably. He raised an eyebrow, a question in the gesture.
You know this one?
You shook your head, just barely.
He smiled then. Not the performative frat boy grin he wore for the crowd, but something smaller, private. He mouthed something you couldn't hear, but you caught the shape of it. Later.
Then the beat dropped, and the crowd surged, and when you looked again, he was focused on his equipment, head nodding to a rhythm only he could hear through his headphones.
You lasted ten more minutes. The friend group you'd found was fine, nice enough, talking about summer plans and internship applications, but none of them had Stella's sharp wit, her ability to make you feel like the funniest person in the room. You did the Irish goodbye, slipping away without announcement, weaving through bodies toward the stairs.
You needed your phone. You'd gotten ready at Stella's earlier, helped her blow up balloons and arrange snack bowls, and you'd left your bag in her room upstairs. The hallway was quieter, the bass muffled to a distant thrum, and you could hear the bathroom door clicking shut, voices behind it that you definitely didn't want to interrupt.
Stella's room was at the end of the hall. But halfway there, you stopped.
Martin's door was open.
Not wide open. Just a crack, a sliver of warm light spilling across the carpet. In all the times you'd been to this house, all the study sessions and movie nights and pre-games, that door had been firmly shut. Locked, probably. A barrier between the frat boy public persona and whatever private world Martin kept hidden.
You looked left. The bathroom door was still closed, muffled laughter seeping through.
You looked right. The stairs led back down to the party, to the noise and the crowd and Martin's eyes on you from across the room.
Well fuck it.
The door creaked when you pushed it. Just enough to slip through, just enough to see.
The first thing that hit you was the smell. Not the expected scent of gym socks and cheap body spray, but something cleaner. Cedar, maybe. Old paper and vinyl. The room was surprisingly neat, bed made with military precision, desk organized with what looked like obsessive attention to detail.
And then you saw the trophies.
They lined a shelf above the desk. Basketball medals, mostly, gold and silver catching the lamplight. Regional championships. MVP awards. The physical proof of the frat boy athlete, the tall guy who dominated the court. You walked closer, running a finger along the edge of a plaque. Martin Jonathan Edwards, All-Conference First Team.
But the walls told a different story.
Posters, actual framed posters, not just taped magazine pages, covered every available inch of drywall. Not the expected sports figures or motivational quotes, but bands. Vintage rock, punk, subgenres you'd need a music degree to identify. Sonic Youth. My Bloody Valentine. Bands with names that sounded like poetry or threats.
And the CDs.
They took up an entire wall, floor to ceiling, organized alphabetically or by genre or by some system only Martin understood. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe. You moved toward them like they were magnetic, drawn by the sheer absurdity of it. This collection represented hours of hunting, of crate digging, of obsessive curation.
This wasn't a frat boy room. This was a confession.
You pulled one from the shelf. A rare pressing, judging by the worn edges of the case, and turned it over in your hands. The plastic was cool against your palms.
"Yo, most people ask before they go through someone's stuff."
You didn't jump. You should have, but something in you had been waiting for this. The voice, the presence, the inevitability of him finding you here.
Martin was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted against the frame in that specific way he had, like he was too tall for the world and had gotten used to looking down on everything. He'd taken off his headphones, letting them hang around his neck, and up close you could see the flush in his cheeks from the performance.
He was taller than you remembered, or maybe you were just more aware of it now, the way he filled the doorway, the way you had to look up to meet his eyes.
"I didn't think you'd mind," you said, holding up the CD like evidence. "Since you left the door open. Practically an invitation."
"Practically," he agreed, pushing off the frame with a roll of his shoulders. He stepped into the room, and you realized too late that there was nowhere for you to go. The CD shelf was at your back. The bed was to your left. He was between you and the door.
And then he closed it.
The click of the latch was louder than it should have been, cutting off the party noise to a distant hum. You were alone with him. In his room. With his secrets spread out like offerings.
"Surprising, isn't it?" he asked, nodding toward the posters, the CDs, the carefully curated chaos of his actual personality. "Not exactly what you'd expect from the guy who runs the aux at every party, right?"
"Which part?"
"All of it." He moved closer, not crowding exactly, but occupying space in a way that made you hyperaware of every inch between you. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture pure frat boy, all casual confidence. "The guy who plays Top 40 for the boys has a first pressing of Daydream Nation. The rush chair knows the entire discography of shoegaze. The frat star has feelings about guitar pedals."
He was smiling, but it was different from downstairs. Self-deprecating. A little sharp.
"Why hide it?" you asked.
"Why not?" He shrugged, that single gesture doing something complicated. Lifting the strap of his tank, shifting the muscle of his shoulder. "People like the frat boy. He's easy. He plays the hits. He doesn't make anyone feel stupid for not knowing who Slowdive is. Plus," he added, a flicker of that cocky grin returning, "girls dig it. No cap."
"But that's not you."
His eyes caught yours, and there it was again. That weight, that intensity from across the room, but now there was no crowd to hide behind. No DJ booth creating distance.
"Nah," he said softly. "That's not me."
He took another step. You took one back, your shoulder blades hitting the CD shelf. He kept advancing, slow, deliberate, until you were moving backward across the carpet, until the backs of your knees hit the edge of his mattress and you sat down hard, the CD still clutched in your hand.
Martin didn't stop. He kept coming, settling onto the bed beside you. Not touching, but close enough that you could feel the heat coming off his arm, could smell that cedar scent up close now, mixed with something else. Something like the static before a storm.
"You know what the worst part is?" he asked, his voice dropping. The party downstairs felt like another planet.
"What?"
"I've been trying to holler at you for months." He turned to face you, one knee bent on the mattress, his body angled toward yours. "Since last semester. Since that night you came over to help Stella with her sociology project and you quoted bell hooks at dinner like it was nothing. Like everyone should just know who bell hooks is."
You blinked. "You remember that?"
"I remember everything." He reached out, his hand hovering over yours where it rested on the CD case. He didn't touch. Not yet. "I remember you wearing that yellow sweater. I remember you laughing at Stella's terrible jokes and making her feel smart even when she was being stupid. I remember thinking, damn, there's someone who actually sees people."
Your throat felt tight. "Martin."
"I know I'm not," he gestured at himself, at the room, at the duality of his existence. "I know I'm not what you probably go for. I'm too tall, I'm in a frat, I act dumber than I am. But I keep looking at you across rooms, and you keep looking back, and I keep thinking maybe."
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe you'd come to my game next week." He said it fast, like the words were escaping. "Saturday, three o'clock. We're playing State. And I know it's just intramural, I know it's not. I'm not trying to wife you up or anything, I just. I play better when you're there. I can feel you watching, and I want to be better."
You stared at him. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
"I know."
"No, I mean." You laughed, the sound breaking some of the tension, but not all of it. "You think I make you play better? That's insane."
"Probably." He was grinning now, that frat boy charm bleeding through but mixed with something real, something desperate. "But I've been three for three when you're in the stands. Coincidence?"
"Definitely."
"Prove it." He leaned closer, and you didn't pull back. "Come to the game. Watch me lose. I'll admit I was wrong."
"And if you win?"
"Then you let me take you out. Real food, not dining hall sludge. And I tell you about every single CD on that wall."
"That's a lot of CDs."
"I've got time."
He was close now. Close enough that you could see the flecks of darker gold in his dyed hair, the way his pupils had blown wide in the dim light of the room. Close enough that his knee was brushing yours, that his hand had finally settled over yours on the CD case, his fingers warm and long and slightly calloused from basketball and from spinning vinyl.
"You've been watching me," you said. It wasn't an accusation.
"Couldn't stop if I tried," he admitted. "You're a tall girl , you know that right? You walk into rooms like you own them. You make Stella laugh harder than anyone. You pretend not to see me staring, and it drives me absolutely crazy."
"Good."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." You leaned in, just slightly, just enough to close some of the distance. "Maybe you should do something about it instead of just watching."
His breath caught. You could see it, the way his chest stilled, the way his eyes dropped to your mouth and then back up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He moved first, but you met him halfway. It was soft, hesitant, his hand coming up to cup your jaw with a gentleness that didn't match his size, his frat boy exterior. His lips were warm, slightly chapped, and they moved against yours with a carefulness that made your chest ache. No rush, no demand, just the slow exploration of a first kiss, the kind that made you feel like you were in high school again, sneaking around after curfew.
The CD case dug into your palm where you still clutched it, but you didn't care, couldn't care, not with the way he tilted his head to fit better against you, not with the way his other hand found your waist and rested there, light and uncertain and sweet.
He pulled back first, just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," you whispered, your hand finding the front of his tank, gripping the fabric just slightly. "This is okay."
He smiled, that same small, private smile from across the crowded room, and leaned in again. This time was shorter, sweeter, just a press of lips and a promise.
The door burst open.
"Martin, have you seen my girl? I lost her downstairs and she's not answering her..." Stella's voice trailed off, her eyes going wide as saucers as she took in the scene. You and her brother, sitting close on his bed, your hand on his chest, his hand on your waist, guilty as sin.
You scrambled upright, heat flooding your face, your neck, your entire body. "Stella, I can explain."
"Oh my god." She leaned against the doorframe, one hand over her heart, the other pressed to her mouth. "Oh my god. I should have clocked that way sooner."
"Stella, it's not."
"Not what?" She dropped her hand, her expression shifting from shock to delight, that wicked grin returning full force. "Not obvious? Not inevitable? Not the fact that my brother's been down bad for you since literally the first time you came over and he spent forty minutes in the bathroom fixing his hair?"
"Stella," Martin groaned, burying his face in his hands.
"Forty minutes?" you repeated, looking at him.
"She's lying," Martin said, but his ears were turning pink.
"Let’s make it an hour," Stella corrected. "And he made me play three different songs to see which one you'd like best. It was pathetic, truly."
"You're not helping," Martin muttered.
"Oh, I'm absolutely helping." She pushed off the doorframe, backing into the hallway. "I'm about to go tell the whole house that DJ Martin finally made a move. You two have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, which, let's be real, leaves you plenty of room."
"Hell fucking nah, Stella!"
"Love you, bye!"
She pulled the door shut behind her, and you were left in the sudden silence, the hum of the party downstairs filtering through the walls, your face still burning with embarrassment.
"She's going to tell everyone," you said.
"Probably." He ran a hand through his hair, leaning back on his palms, looking up at you with that lazy frat boy grin that didn't quite hide how pleased he was. "You cool with that?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Just checking." He reached out, catching your hand where it rested on the bed, his thumb tracing slow circles against your palm. "So. Saturday. Three o'clock. You gonna come watch me ball?"
"Are you going to play better?"
"Bet." He squeezed your hand, grinning wide. "I'm gonna drop forty points if you're there."
"That's a lot of points."
"For you?" He pulled you back down beside him, easy and casual, like you'd done it a hundred times before. "I'd drop a hundred."
Fall Into You | Chapter Two: The girl at the bottom of the slide
pairing: brother's friend!Martin x Older!reader
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Martin’s POV
Martin Edwards was not nervous.
At least, that was what he told himself.
He wasn’t nervous. He was just… excited. There was a difference.
He had been looking forward to today ever since Keonho told them his sister was helping with their project.
A marketing major. Someone who actually knew what they were doing.
Someone who could help them turn all the ideas they had in their heads into something people could understand.
Their group had always been passionate about music.
That part was easy. But explaining themselves?
Showing people who they were beyond performances and random clips online?
That was harder.
And if there was one thing Martin cared about, it was making sure their music meant something.
Not just sounding good. Not just looking cool. Meaning something.
“Martin!”
He heard Seonghyeon calling from downstairs.
“I’m coming!”
He quickly checked his reflection on his phone. Not because he cared. Obviously.
He just wanted to make sure he didn’t look like he had been practicing for three hours straight.
Which he had. His hair was slightly messy. His shirt was comfortable. Nothing special. Perfect. Normal.
He was going to go downstairs, introduce himself properly, and make a good first impression.
Simple. Easy.
Except he forgot one thing. The slide. The stupid basement slide. The one they barely used. The one that was technically unnecessary. The one everyone told him to stop using because “Martin, you are not five years old anymore.”
But it was faster. And honestly? It was fun.
“Just once.”
He whispered to himself.
“One slide down and then I’ll be serious.”
That was his mistake.
Because the second he pushed himself forward, he realized something.
He was going too fast. Way too fast.
“Wait—” Nope.
Too late.
From Martin’s perspective, everything slowed down. The sound of laughter from below.
The warm sunlight coming from the basement window.
The voices of his friends.
And then—
Her.
There was a girl standing near the bottom of the slide. Someone he had never seen before.
Someone who definitely was not supposed to be there.
And somehow, in the middle of him flying down a slide headfirst like an idiot, his brain decided that this was the perfect time to notice how pretty she was.
The sunlight hit her hair. She looked calm.
Completely calm.
Like she wasn’t about to witness the most embarrassing entrance of his life.
And for a second— Just a second—
Martin genuinely forgot he was about to crash.
Who is she?
Then reality came back. Because the next thing he knew— His shoulder hit the floor.
His hands touched the ground.
And he slid directly to her feet.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Martin wanted to disappear. Actually.
He wanted the floor to open and swallow him.
Because out of every possible way he could have met someone new…
Why did it have to be this? Why did it have to be the slide?
“Martin.”
He heard James say. The disappointment in his voice was painful.
Martin slowly lifted his head. And there she was.
Looking down at him. Trying very hard not to laugh. Not scared. Not annoyed. Just amused.
Which somehow made it worse.
Then she spoke.
“And you must be Martin, the leader, huh?”
Oh.
Oh no.
Her voice was nice.
That was unfair. Martin immediately scrambled to stand. Except his body decided to betray him because he had just thrown himself down a slide like a child.
He fixed his posture quickly.
Then bowed.
"Hi.”
His voice came out way too formal.
“I’m Martin Edwards Park . I’m the leader of the group.”
A pause.
“I’m sorry about…”
He glanced at the slide.
Then at himself.
“...that.”
A small smile appeared on her face. And Martin felt his brain stop working again.
“I’m Ahn Y/n.”
Ahn.
Y/n.
He repeated the name silently. Then he noticed something.
Ahn.
His eyes moved toward Keonho.
Then back to her.
“Wait.”
Keonho immediately looked nervous.
“Martin.” But it was too late.
“You’re Keonho’s sister?”
Y/n smiled.
“Unfortunately.”
Keonho gasped. “Why unfortunately?”
“Because you’re annoying.”
“I’m your favorite person.”
“You’re my only brother.”
“Exactly.”
Martin watched them. And something about the way they interacted made him smile.
It wasn’t the typical sibling relationship where they only teased each other.
There was something softer underneath.
The way Y/n automatically fixed Keonho’s messy hair while complaining.
The way Keonho immediately listened when she spoke.
The way they clearly cared about each other.
“So you’re the famous noona.”
Martin accidentally said.
Everyone went quiet.
He immediately realized.
“Wait.”
“What?”
Y/n looked amused.
“Famous?”
Martin panicked.
“No, not like famous famous.”
Great.
Amazing explanation.
“Keonho talks about you.”
Keonho’s eyes widened.
“Martin.”
“What?”
“You’re making it worse.”
Martin blinked.
“I am?”
“Yes."
Y/n laughed.
Actually laughed.
And somehow that made him forget that he was supposed to be embarrassed.
Once they started the interview, Martin tried to act normal.
He really did. He sat down. Answered questions. Talked about the group. Talked about music.And eventually, he stopped thinking about how he entered the room.
Because when Y/n asked about music, something changed.
“So when did you start making music?” Martin looked down at his hands. The question was simple. But his answer mattered.
“Probably when I was younger.”
“How young?”
He smiled.
“Really young.”
Y/n looked surprised.
“I started messing around with beats because I was curious. I didn’t really know what I was doing.”
He laughed softly.
“But I liked it.”
The room became quieter.
Because everyone knew this side of Martin.
The serious side. The one who stayed late practicing. The one who rewrote songs over and over because he wanted them to be better.
“I think music was always the easiest way for me to express things.” Martin continued “Things I couldn’t really explain.”
And when he looked up— Y/n was listening.
Actually listening. Not just waiting for the answer. Not pretending. Listening.
That was when Martin realized something.
She wasn’t just helping them because Keonho asked. She genuinely cared about understanding them.
“You’re surprisingly mature."
The words caught him off guard.
He blinked. “Huh?”
Y/n smiled. “I don’t know. I just didn’t expect someone your age to think about things like that.”
And before his brain could stop him—
“Why?”
Everyone looked at him.
Martin continued.
“Because you don’t like younger guys?”
Silence.
His soul left his body. Why did I say that?
Seonghyeon immediately smacked the back of his head.
“Martin.”
“Ow.”
“Did you seriously ask Noona that?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I think my mouth moved before my brain.”
Y/n covered her mouth, laughing. And somehow, even while being embarrassed, Martin thought—
Her laugh is really pretty.
Keonho looked between them.
Slowly.
Suspiciously.
Like he already understood something Martin hadn’t admitted yet.
And maybe that was the beginning.
Not love.
Not yet.
Just a strange little moment.
A girl who thought younger guys were off-limits.
A boy who accidentally fell into her life.
Literally.
And a slide that neither of them would ever let him forget.
pairing: younger brothers friend! Martin x Older! Reader
start
Ahn Y/n was the kind of person people naturally looked for.
Not because she was the loudest in the room. Not because she demanded attention.
But because somehow, she always knew what to do.
Need someone to proofread your presentation at midnight? Y/n. Forgot to bring your charger? Y/n probably had an extra. Crying over a failed exam? She was already buying you coffee before you even asked.
It was almost annoying how reliable she was. Almost. Because being the person everyone depended on meant everyone forgot that sometimes, she needed someone too.
As a junior Marketing major, Y/n had her life planned out. Her notes were organized by color. Her calendar was always updated. Her deadlines were never missed.
She was the type of person who submitted projects three days early and reminded her groupmates that “panic is not a valid strategy.”
Her friends often teased her. “You were born thirty years old, Y/n.”
And she would just roll her eyes. “Someone has to have common sense.”
But there was one person who could completely ruin her perfectly organized life.
Her younger brother. Ahn Keonho.
To everyone else, Keonho was the talented music major with too much energy and too many ideas. To Y/n?
He was still the little boy who used to follow her around the house holding onto her shirt because he didn’t want to sleep alone.
The kid who would sit beside her while she studied, even though he didn’t understand anything she was reviewing.
The little brother who proudly told everyone:
“My noona is the smartest person I know.”
Even when she knew he was exaggerating.
Y/n adored Keonho. She really did.
She complained about him constantly, but everyone knew she was the first person to defend him.
When he decided to pursue music, she was the one who stayed up listening to his unfinished songs. When relatives questioned whether music was a “real career,” she was the one who shut them down.
“If he’s happy and he’s working hard, why wouldn’t it be?”
She never wanted him to feel like he had to choose between his passion and practicality.
Because she knew Keonho. She knew how much music meant to him.
Which was exactly why she couldn’t say no when he asked for help.
“Noona.”
Y/n didn’t even look up from her laptop.
“No.”
Keonho blinked.
“I didn’t even ask yet.”
“You have a favor.”
“How did you know?”
“Because you only call me noona in that voice when you need something.”
Keonho immediately smiled.
The dangerous smile.
The one that meant he already knew he was going to win.
“Can you help us film a marketing video?”
Y/n finally looked at him.
“Us?”
“My band.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“We have a major project.”
“Still no.”
“You need portfolio experience.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Are you using my own goals against me?”
Keonho grinned.
“Yes.”
She stared at him.
Then sighed.
“You’re annoying.”
“But you love me.” Unfortunately, he was right.
Because that was Keonho’s greatest talent.
He knew exactly how to get his noona to give in.
“You said it’s for your band?”
“Yeah.”
“And this helps your project?”
“Yeah.”
“And it helps my portfolio?”
“Exactly.”
Y/n shook her head.
“One stone, two birds?”
Keonho’s smile widened.
“See? You get me.”
She should have known agreeing meant stepping into chaos.
She should have known a room full of music majors would never be normal.
She should have known Keonho’s friends would be just as chaotic as him.
But what she didn’t know…
was that helping her little brother would introduce her to someone who would challenge the one rule she had always been so sure about.
Someone who would make her question whether being younger really meant being less mature.
𝔀arnings. mentions of a bear attack, getting stung, mention of losing a finger, mentions of fire, lowercase intended ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝘆𝗻𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌. not proofread, i had this idea after watching gravity falls idk why
୨𝑒 james zhao 𑙕
“i promise you it will be fun! we can heat up marshmallows, sing by the fireplace, take a bath in the lake–”, you interrupt him “we’ll get bitten by bugs, going to the toilet will be a nightmare and we’re going to sleep in a tent in the middle of the forest”.
james sighs and keeps driving, “come on! we haven’t arrived yet, i’m sure you’ll learn to love it, plus, i’m basically an expert at this” he says with a proud grin.
once you two park your car, he takes a deep breath of fresh air, “ah, can you feel it babe? the smell of the nature is always refreshing”, you nod unsure as you watch a centipede crawl on a tree “yeah… the nature is so… beautiful”.
james rummages in the trunk of his car, pulling out a box with a brand new tent he bought just for the occasion, “stay back babe, let a real man handle this”, you sigh, a hint of a smile on your lips “are you sure you don’t need any help?”, he scoffs lightly “of course not! relax and let me handle this”.
“ok!” you reply, taking a seat by a small bench nearby, partially glad you get to sit and watch your boyfriend totally struggle with the tent.
hours go by, and james has set up for now one pole, his hair is messy because of his hand constantly running in it, he has put on glasses to read the instructions, and he’s sitting on the ground trying to find all the pieces, he groans “ugh! when i was younger the instructions seemed much clearer!”.
you smile softly at him, getting up from your seat and kneeling down at his level, “still don’t need a hand?”.
james stays quiet for a few seconds “...maybe i do”. you chuckle softly, and with your help, you both successfully set up the tent, with you laughing whenever he’d get confused and irritated at the instructions or at the way he’d groan when he’d place a piece wrong, but maybe camping wasn’t so bad after all.
୨𝑒 juhoon kim 𑙕
you and your boyfriend have decided to take a break from the busy city life, and went camping. the problem? juhoon isn’t very fond of it. “babe, i think this frog is going to jump at me” he mumbles, holding your hand tightly as you both take a walk in the forest, “babe relax, it’s probably scared of you twice as much”. the frog croaked, and your boyfriend basically jumped in your arms.
it was an eventful day for juhoon: he got stung by a few bees, he fell into the lake and he tripped in a mud pond. he was already done with this outdoor adventure, but you seemed so genuinely aligned with nature, and relaxed too, so he didn’t want to ruin your fun. that night, as you both are in your tent, you try to medicate his bee stings, feeling sorry for how his day had turned out, “ju, listen, i… i’m very sorry, i know it was a hard day for you. we can go home if you don’t feel like sleeping here”.
juhoon takes a deep breath “no i… we can stay, despite all that has happened you were still there for me, even now you’re tending to my bee stings” he smiles softly at you. you slightly smile back at him, “if a bear decides to attack us tonight i’ll get in front of you to defend you, he has to step on me first” you say, puffing out your chest to make him smile. he chuckles and pinches your cheek softly “hey, slow down lion heart, and don’t make me think about this possible scenario”.
you smile and peck his cheek, you turn off your lamp and you lay down to sleep, but this time, he is the one safely tucked in your arms.
୨𝑒 martin edwards 𑙕
summer time is your favorite period of time, why? because you get to plan fun adventures with your overly energetic boyfriend. this time, you two decided to head to a camping site downtown.
“ah! beautiful nature!” your boyfriend exclaims with a proud grin as you start to unload the car. you look at the sky, it’s starting to tint with shades of pink and orange “uhh babe, we should start making a campfire, the sun’s about to set”, “oh, right” he says a bit sheepishly. you raise your eyebrow at him “...you do know how to start a campfire?”. a moment of silence stretches between you two, then he huffs out a laugh “babe, of course i know how to start a campfire”.
he did not know how to start a campfire.
you helped him gather some stones and wood to set it up, he insisted on starting the fire. at first, he claimed to do it the “natural way”; with two wooden sticks. “babe i don’t think–” “i promise it’s almost there! give it time”.
then, he tried rubbing two rocks together, but the moment he saw a sparkle, he threw them on the ground “phew, i almost lost a finger”.
the sky was starting to tint with darker hues, and the cold of the night was beginning to set. you rub your arms “babe, can’t we just look for a lighter–” he says, still focused on the tiny mountain of wood “i got this babe, don’t worry, you will be warm by the fire in a few seconds”.
as he’s sat on the ground, trying to look for a way to light up the fire, you sneakily head to the car, and rummage under the seats for a lighter, once you finally find it, you settle next to him. “babe, i love you, but we’ll be freezing cold at this rate” you say, handing him the lighter. he sighs “ok… you’re right, i guess. i just wanted to impress you by taking the lead” he says, as he begins to set fire to a smaller piece of wood. you smile, and reach by the tent you set up earlier for his guitar “well, i know what always impresses me” you say, handing him his guitar to play.
୨𝑒 seonghyeon eom 𑙕
as you and your boyfriend are exploring the campsite you decided to spend a weekend in, you find a tiny lake near the forest. you gasp excitedly “we have to go take a bath! it will be so refreshing!”. your boyfriend scrunches his nose “are you sure it’s safe babe?” you wave a hand at him, dismissing his statement “yeah babe, there’s the sign right there! what could go wrong?”
lots of things could go wrong.
while you are taking a relaxing swim inside the lake, feeling the sunlight on your skin and little fish swimming besides you, you suddenly hear your boyfriend scream. who knew, that your brave boyfriend, was terrified of the water? specifically, what is inside of the water?
you chuckle at the sight of him struggling to get in, and you swim by the shore “babe, i promise you nothing scary is hiding underwater”. he gulps “no i.. i know, nothing scary…”.
you smile, you had to admit, seeing your boyfriend so scared and vulnerable made your heart soften.
you stand up, holding out your hand for him to hold “come on, one step at a time”.
he reluctantly takes your hand, and as soon as the water reaches his calves, he jumps a bit “something touched me! babe we have to get out no–” you hold his shoulders “breathe, it’s seaweed. see?” you reach for it in the water and hold it up for him to see. he takes a sigh of relief “phew, you never know… these things, they snuggle everywhere”.
after what felt like an eternity, you managed to get in the lake, the water level reaching just above your bellybutton.
you turn to him with a smile, still holding his hand “see? wasn’t so bad”. he’s still tense, but definitely less scared than before “yeah… but i’m still not sure this is a good idea”.
you roll your eyes playfully at him “oh come on babe, you’re no fu–”, in that exact moment, a wave of water completely covers you. you rub your eyes and take a deep breath, looking at your boyfriend, who is laughing and holding his belly “ you should have seen your face!”. he quits laughing the moment you push him and make him fall underwater, the moment he gets up, he moves his wet hair from his forehead, “war it is then!”
୨𝑒 keonho ahn 𑙕
“are you really sure you know how to do this?” you ask your boyfriend as he begins to gather the coal for the barbecue “hey! i promised you i’d take care of the meat while you relax! don’t worry about it” he says with a proud grin as he pours the coal in the barbecue.
you thought it would’ve been a good idea to take your boyfriend to this campsite, a breath of fresh air never hurt no one. but now, he seems convinced that he’s the nature man just because he helped a little bird get back in his nest the moment you stepped foot in there, and he hasn’t let you raise a finger ever since.
you shrug, “alright, i’ll just sit back then”. you relax by the hammock, closing your eyes and enjoying the peace of the nature. from time to time, you sneak a glance at your boyfriend making sure he’s alright and doesn’t need your help, but after a few minutes, sleep takes over you.
you are woken up by a strange smell, you scrunch your nose and groggily open your eyes, only to find your boyfriend trying to turn off the fire that has set by the barbecue. you sit up quickly “babe! i was asleep for a few minutes?!”, you exclaim, quickly rushing up to help him. he’s full on panicking “the meat was taking too long so i added more coal! i didn’t know it would go on fire!”.
“do something babe! or we are going to go on fire!” you say, looking around for something that can stop the small yet scary fire. keonho takes a deep breath “you’re right, what could stop a fire? oh! maybe an extinguisher! …but i don’t think there are many in the middle of the forest… oh! maybe we can put a cover over it! …but what if the fire burns it down?”
he is so deep in thought he doesn’t notice you rushing to grab one of your water bottles and pouring it all over the now carbonated meat.
“...yeah that could work too, thanks babe” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. you take a sigh of relief, then turns to him, ruffling his hair “next time, we can just eat a sandwich”
i might start writing for cortis but at the same time i have a lot to do for en- iykyk🥹 HAHHAHAHA but the pressure leads me always to a writers block😮💨
but anyways i like cortis! like grrrrrr main bias might be martin and juhoon😁 wreckers are the maknaez teehee hshshhshahahah
their genre is so refreshing to me like BOI WHY DID I NOT STAN THIS ANGELS tho im a casual listener before
turning 22 on the 15th🫰🏻
miss and love you guys 💕❤️💜❤️💕♥️💖💞💚💚i hope i can update soon:)
I’M NOT A PARK ANYMORE, I TOOK MY WIFE’S NAME … ❤︎ park sunghoon
PART ONE. TWO ─── bored of your life, you go on tinder and match with a hot guy named park sunghoon, who in his bio, states that he’s “date to marry.” but he offers you a deal: fake a marriage with him to annoy his obnoxious family and he’ll pay you for it.
or you’re in a fake marriage with sunghoon and he takes your last name to piss his relatives off. oh and did i tell you that he’s lowkey obsessed with you? even though he’s just your “fake husband.”
starring husband!sunghoon x wife!reader ₊˚⊹♡ genre smau, romcom, strangers to lovers, fake marriage au, obsessed!hoon, opposite of slowburn 𑣲⋆ warnings use of y/n, profanity, suggestive jokes /•᷅•᷄\੭
( ℰ🪽 ) —— first enha smau >< hope u guys like it :P likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated <3 btw i have never used tinder so i js edited shi .. also there's a videocall part that'll take a few seconds to load.. also pls their texts gets funnier, its still pt1!
( 🪽 ) —— TY FOR READING! worked on this baby for a WHILE... finally posting it FAHH. do comment if u wanna be tagged in the next part :P i'll try my best to post the next part asap (as i literally have 3 ongoing smaus rn..)
Hey there! It’s nini, and finally i get to talk to u! I’ve actually abandoned this acc for a long time cause i had a really long writing block, but i was still active here. And now I think it’s the right time to actually come back and publish some of my work!
I hope yall will like it, i actually have SO many ideas but barely have followers or readers, so if you visit my acc please follow for more updates of scenarios coming up!
I’m still new here and not used to the typical writing stuff, so if there’s something wrong with my writing skills or my acc please let me know so i can fix it and make your experience in my acc better the next time. ❤︎︎
Let’s meet again soon when i’ll post my first work here, but until then— please follow my blog, like this post, repost and dm me on my ask! Xo, nini ৻ꪆ
hii!! idk if ur familiar or know cortis but i js feel like jisung (from the sunghoon appa series) would look like juhoon from cortis when he eventually grows up 🥹 i js see so much resemblance on juhoon and sunghoon and ur series was the first one that came to mind lol!
this anon sent this long long ago BUT YESSSSSSS HEHHEEHHEHE im into cortis now! AND I SEE THE VISION 🫰🏻
edit: might save juhoon for their third baby!🫶🏻 hehe
