jiah .☘︎ ݁˖

i don’t care what account it’s from, i dont care about this person being ot6 right now. what i’m concerned about is why we’re comparing slavery to a fucking KPOP GROUP???? are we serious right now???

with everything black people have been through and are still CURRENTLY GOING THROUGH, your best analogy is slavery ? why do yall always have our names in your mouths? it’s not even about that but do you know what slaves went through? i’m not talking about that shit they “teach” you in school, do you KNOW what slaves went through ???

you don’t because you’d rather be fucking ignorant than to educate yourself on things that matter. slavery is not and will never be anything to joke about. black americans were raped, their babies were used as ALLIGATOR BAIT. they were hanged—and are still being hanged to this day. they were EATEN, there was an entire COOK BOOK MADE TO PREPARE SLAVES. and as if that wasn’t enough, they skinned them alive. there’s so much more but maybe you all should do your own research.

comparing slavery to kpop is NOT a mistake btw. tb some “i saw other ppl do it so i thought it was okay” so if somebody jumps off of a bridge, are you gonna follow them? stop playing bro.

genuinely shocks me how some people have all the time in the world to read fanfics write smut and what not about random ass people but are so unwilling to even educate themselves on what's actually needed.

saying you come from an ethnicity where people were also slaves doesn't serve your case, it just shows how you literally don't give a flying fuck about your own country, ethnicity, your own culture. our fault for expecting you to even care about the major masses of slavery.

and what shocks me is that if she wasn't called out, she would've probably not even apologized. and the "others did it so I did too" so lame like read a book good lord.

ℰ ┄ You find out your bf has been lying about the one thing he promised never to do.

tagsㅤ ◟ㅤ boxer!james, kissing, skinship , hint of angst. ౨ৎ ➜ wc. 750 ( @hyuneskkami @heelauv @angelwings-fly @jassisinghrangi )

The bed felt cold beside you. You reached out, your hand sweeping across the empty sheets where James should have been, but there was nothing. You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and listening for the sound of the shower or the kitchen sink. Silence.

Your phone buzzed, and you saw it was Martin, his friend. You answered quickly, heart already thumping, and the loud background noise on his end told you this wasn’t good. “What’s up?” you asked

"He’s back in the ring," Martin shouted over the noise. "He’s fighting."

Anger and shock hit you at once. He had promised—sworn on everything—that he was done with underground boxing. It was dangerous, messy, and half the time, the refs weren't even watching for fouls. You didn't waste another second. You told Martin to text the address, threw on some clothes, and grabbed your keys.

The smell of sweat and stale beer hit you the moment you pushed into the warehouse. You shoved through the crowded, cheering circle until you reached the front. In the middle of the makeshift ring, James was stumbling. He looked exhausted, his face bruised, facing off against a guy who looked twice his size.

James took a hard hit to the ribs and doubled over. For a second, it looked like he was staying down. Then, his eyes scanned the crowd and locked onto yours. He didn't see a cheering fan; he saw the pure disappointment and hurt in your expression.

Something shifted in him. He stood up straight, his face hardening. He dodged the next swing, landed a sharp combination, and within a minute, his opponent was on the floor. The crowd went wild, but you were already turning around, heading for the exit.

The walk to the car was tense. You marched ahead, hearing his heavy, uneven footsteps behind you. He followed you like a guilty, injured puppy, not saying a word.

The drive home was worse. The only sound was the hum of the engine and his heavy breathing. You gripped the steering wheel so hard your knuckles turned white. Every time he tried to open his mouth to speak, you just stared straight ahead, your jaw set. You weren't ready to hear his excuses.

Inside the house, you went straight for the first-aid kit. You were reaching into the cabinet when a shadow fell over you. You spun around, startled, to find James towering over you. He looked a mess—his lip was split, and his eye was starting to swell shut.

Your temper flared. You raised your hand, the urge to slap him pulsing through you, but you stopped. He didn't flinch. He just looked down at you with a gaze so full of guilt and exhaustion that your hand dropped to your side.

"Sit," you commanded.

He sat on the edge of the bed as you began cleaning his cuts with antiseptic. He hissed as the liquid touched the raw skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know I messed up. I shouldn't have lied."

You stayed quiet for a few more seconds, taping a bandage over his brow, until you couldn't hold it back anymore. "You promised, James! Do you have any idea what it’s like to wake up and realize you're off getting your head caved in for no reason? It’s dangerous, it’s stupid, and you lied to my face!"

You kept going, nagging him about the risks and his broken word, your voice rising with every sentence. You were in the middle of a sharp sentence when he leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

The room went silent. You exhaled a long breath, the fight finally draining out of you. "If you truly love me," you said quietly, "don't ever do that again."

"I won't," he promised, his voice sincere. "I’ll listen to you. From now on, I’m done for real."

You finished up and turned to put the medical supplies away. Before you could even take a step, James reached out and pulled you firmly onto his lap.

You felt your face heat up. "James, stop. It’s not the time for this," you grumbled, though you didn't pull away.

“I don’t care,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly.

He wrapped his thick arms around your waist, pulling you close and resting his head against your chest. He let out a long, tired sigh, finally relaxing. “I missed you.”You looked down at him, your heart softening despite yourself. You ran your fingers through his hair, leaning your head against his.

ℰ ┄ You and your bf have gotten estranged lately and it doesn’t help that he cares more about other things than you.

tagsㅤ ◟ㅤ mentor!james, slice of life , fluff , kissing , very suggestive at the end so uhm.., skinship , angst, not proofread. ౨ৎ ➜ wc. 3.1k

You hadn’t meant to overthink it, but lately it felt like something had changed.

You and James still texted, still saw each other during training, still acted normal—but it wasn’t the same. Conversations ended quicker. He was busier. You told yourself it was nothing, that schedules got hectic, that you were just being sensitive.

Bust still… you missed him. So you came up with an excuse. Asking for help was easy. Natural. Something no one would question.

You stood outside the studio, hand hovering near the door, already rehearsing what you’d say but before you could enter you heard laughter.

You paused.

Through the slightly open door, you saw him standing close to another mentor, a woman you recognized but didn’t know well. They were talking easily, like they’d been there a while. He looked relaxed. Comfortable.

Your chest tightened in a way you didn’t expect. You just watched. Watched the way he smiled. Watched the way she leaned in slightly when she spoke. Watched how natural it looked. If anyone saw this they would have thought they were dating.

Upon this sight, your mood dropped before you could stop it.

A few seconds later, she stepped away, saying something you couldn’t hear, and walked toward the door. You quickly stepped aside, pretending you had just arrived. She passed you with a polite nod.

You didn’t return it, you didn’t want to. The moment she left, you walked in.

James turned at the sound, his expression lighting up instantly when he saw you.

“Hey—”

“We’ve only stopped talking for a moment and you already replaced me?” you said, forcing a light tone, but the irritation slipped through anyway.

He blinked, caught off guard, then let out a small breath like he understood more than you said.

“Replaced you?” he repeated, softer now.

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “Just saying.”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked over. Before you could react, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm, familiar hug.

It only made the tight feeling in your chest worse. You pushed against him, stepping out of his hold. “James.”

You turned your back to him, crossing your arms, pretending you weren’t affected. There was a brief pause before you felt him again—closer this time.

His arms slid around you from behind, gentle but firm, his chin resting lightly near your shoulder.

“You’re really jealous?” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice, but softer now, careful.

“I’m not,” you muttered, though it came out weaker than you wanted.

He hummed quietly, like he didn’t believe you. “It was work,” he said after a moment. “Nothing more.”

You didn’t respond and his grip tightened just slightly, grounding. “No one’s replacing you,” he added, voice low and steady. “No one could,” He assured pressing a kiss on your neck.

Something about the way he said it—so simple, so certain—made your shoulders relax before you could stop yourself.

“…You’ve been busy,” you said, quieter now.

“I know.” There was a pause. “I didn’t realize it felt like this.”

You turned around slowly in his arms, finally facing him.

He looked at you properly then, expression softer than before, a little apologetic.

“I missed you,” he admitted.

That was enough to make your annoyance melt faster than you wanted it to. “…I missed you too,” you said, almost reluctantly. A small smile appeared on his face.

Without warning, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Your breath caught, heat rising to your face immediately.

“James—” you started, but you didn’t move away.

He just smiled, like he liked seeing you flustered.

You hesitated for a second before speaking again, quieter now. “…We haven’t really spent time together in a while.”

“I know,” he said again, more serious this time. You looked at him, then away. “So… maybe we should go out?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s do that.”

You glanced back at him, a small smile forming despite yourself. “Don’t cancel,” you added, half teasing, half serious.

He let out a quiet laugh. “I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

….

You hadn’t felt this excited in a while, which only made it more embarrassing the longer you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting something that didn’t need adjusting. You told yourself it was just a date—just James—but your hands kept smoothing over your outfit, your hair, your sleeves, like if you got everything right, the night would be too.

It had been so long since you’d had him to yourself without the weight of schedules, evaluations, and quiet distance sitting between you, and maybe that was why your chest felt so light, why you kept smiling at nothing. You even arrived early, pacing a little, checking your phone even though you knew he wouldn’t be late. James wasn’t careless like that. He said he’d come, so he would.

But then ten minutes passed. Then fifteen.

You told yourself it was fine. Something probably came up. He’d text.

He didn’t.

By the time he finally appeared, breath slightly uneven like he’d rushed, your excitement had dulled into something quieter, something you tried to hide the second he smiled at you like nothing had changed.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair. “I got caught up.”

“It’s okay,” you replied just as quickly, the words automatic, rehearsed even, paired with a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

You walked together, sat across from each other, talked about training, about small things, about anything that didn’t touch the space you both seemed to be avoiding.

His phone buzzed once. Then again. He glanced at it the first time, apologized the second, and by the third, he was replying, his attention slipping away in pieces right in front of you.

You stirred your drink slowly, watching the way his focus shifted, the way his answers got shorter, distracted.

“You can take it,” you said lightly, even though your chest tightened with every second he wasn’t looking at you.

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine.”

But it clearly wasn’t.

“James,” you added, softer this time, “it’s okay. I get it.”

That seemed to settle it for him, because he nodded, already checking his phone again, already somewhere else.

The rest of the date blurred into something you couldn’t quite hold onto. You laughed when you were supposed to, nodded when it felt right, filled the silence when it stretched too long, but underneath it all was the quiet, sinking realization that nothing had actually changed. Not really.

You just wanted to spend some time with him and he wasnt even trying to pretend like he cared about you.

When you got back, he walked you part of the way like he always used to, his hand brushing yours once, twice, before finally holding it, but even that felt… different. Looser. Like something he was remembering to do rather than wanting to.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said at the end, giving your hand a small squeeze.

You smiled again. “You don’t have to.”

But you wished he would.

He exhaled obviously noticing your change in mood, “y/n–“

You let go of his hand and looked at him forcing a smile. “We’re already here, I’ll go. Goodnight.”

You left before he could say anything leaving him frustrated, running a hand through his hair.

—

The next few days proved that he didn’t. If anything, he got busier.

You saw less of him, spoke less, and the little moments you used to have—quick glances, small touches, quiet conversations—started disappearing like they’d never existed in the first place. You tried not to let it get to you, tried to focus on training instead, on improving, on giving yourself something else to think about.

That was how you ended up spending more time with another trainee.

It wasn’t intentional at first. Just extra guidance. Extra practice. But it became easier, somehow. There was no tension, no unspoken expectations, no wondering where you stood. You laughed more. You relaxed more. You stopped checking your phone as often. And of course James noticed.

At first, it was small—his gaze lingering a second too long, his tone sharpening slightly during feedback, his corrections becoming stricter, colder.

“You can do better than that,” he said once, voice flat, eyes fixed on you in a way that made your chest tighten.

“I know,” you replied, matching his tone, even though it stung more than it should have.

“Then show it.”

Something about that snapped inside you, but you held it down, swallowing the frustration, turning away before it could show too clearly on your face.

Rumors started not long after.

You didn’t know where they began, only that they spread fast and quiet, slipping into conversations that stopped when you got too close, into looks that lingered a little too long. Favoritism. Special treatment. It didn’t matter that things had changed, that if anything, James was harder on you than anyone else now. People believed what they wanted.

And eventually, it reached higher up.

You weren’t there when it happened, but you felt the shift immediately after.

James became distant in a way that felt deliberate.

No more lingering looks. No more unnecessary conversations. No more softness.

Just professionalism.

Cold, clean, careful distance.

“We need to be careful,” he said one evening when you finally caught him alone, your voice already tight with everything you’d been holding in. “This could ruin your chances.”

You stared at him, something twisting painfully in your chest. “Is that what this is to you?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s what it feels like,” you shot back, your voice rising despite yourself. “You said no one could replace me, and now you can’t even look at me.”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“I don’t want your protection if it means constantly getting tossed to the side James.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating.

“Then what do you want me to do?” he asked finally, frustration slipping through.

You hesitated, because the answer felt too big, too vulnerable to say out loud.

“I want you to act like you care—care about me—about us,” you said instead, quieter now.

His jaw tightened slightly, like he didn’t know how to respond to that, like anything he said would only make it worse.

Maybe it would have.

Because before either of you could say anything else, you were being called away, your name cutting through the moment, breaking it apart before it could be resolved.

And just like that, it ended unfinished.

….

You were sitting on the floor of the practice room, wiping sweat from your forehead. You and James had a huge fight two days ago, and the silence between you felt like a heavy brick wall. You saw him standing by the door, looking nervous. He started to walk toward you, his eyes fixed on yours.

"Hey," James said, his voice a bit shaky. "Can we talk? I’ve been thinking about what I said, and I really want to—"

"Look what I found!"

Taehyun, the newest trainee, came bursting through the door like a ball of lightning. He didn't even see James. He slid across the floor on his knees right up to you, holding a bag of gummy bears.

"I remembered you said these were your favorite!" Taehyun said, his face lighting up with a huge, boyish grin. "I had to go to three different stores to find the sour ones, but I got them!"

You laughed, touched by the gesture. "Taehyun, you didn't have to do that! Thank you."

Taehyun sat down right between you and James, effectively pushing James back. "Try the green one. They’re the best. Also, did you see the new choreography? I need you to help me with that spin. I keep falling over like a turtle."

James stood there, his hands balled into fists in his pockets. He tried to clear his throat, but Taehyun was already showing you a video on his phone, leaning his shoulder against yours. James sighed and walked away.

It became like that for the next week. Every time James would try to get close to you, Taehyun would always be there to stop it. You weren’t sure if he did it on purpose but perhaps it was best you and James kept your distance. You weren’t ready to face him after the last conversation you had.

….

The next morning, you were standing by the vending machines with Taehyun. He was leaning against the wall, flashing you that bright, easy grin that always made the stress of training disappear.

"You did great in dance today," Taehyun said, handing you a strawberry milk. "I was thinking... maybe after we finish tonight, we could grab some food? My treat."

He was looking at you with that soft, hopeful expression you hadn't quite figured out yet. You opened your mouth to answer, but a familiar hand suddenly gripped your shoulder.

James stepped between you and Taehyun, his face set in a hard line. "She’s busy tonight. We have things to go over."

Taehyun smile didn't fade, but his eyes sharpened. "She can speak for herself, James. We were just talking."

"Well, the talk is over," James snapped, pulling you slightly closer to his side. "Let's go."

“James. Let me go,” you spoke, freeing your self from his grasp. you were still hurt and didn’t want him to have it his way after he hurt you.

James looked at you, his brows furrowing in confusion and disappointment. “What do you mean?”

“I already agreed to go with him as friends, you’re being too unreasonable.” With that you picked up your bag and walked away.

Taehyun gave James a cocky grin as if he won a trophy or something before following you behind.

James lets a frustrated sigh wondering how he could even let things get to such a point, chastising himself for being such a bad boyfriend.

…

After a long day of practicing you were getting ready to leave. You were sure that you’re the only one left as everyone had left earlier.

But just as you swung your bag over your shoulder, a shadow fell over you. You turned around and saw James. He didn't say a word at first. He just jerked his head toward the hallway, nudging you to follow him. Your heart felt heavy. You didn't really want to go, but something in his eyes made you move.

He led you into office and shut the door. Before you could even ask what was going on, he pressed you back against the wood. His hands were shaking as they touched your waist, and then, he kissed you. It was fast, desperate, and messy.

You gasped, your hands flying to his chest to push him back. "James! What are you doing?"

He looked breathless, his hair falling over his forehead.

"You can't just do that," you said, your voice trembling. "You’ve ignored me for weeks. You act like I don't exist, you don't pay attention to me, and now you just... you think you can just kiss me and it's fine?"

"I know," James whispered, his voice cracking. "I know I messed up. I’ve been sitting in the dark just thinking about everything. The date we missed, the way I let you down... it’s been eating me alive. Andthen I see you with this new guy-he cant replace me. I won’t allow you too."

He didn't give you time to argue. He picked you up—not roughly, but like he was afraid you’d run away—and sat you down in his chair. Then, the guy who usually held his head so high dropped to his knees in front of you.

"James, stand up," you whispered, clearly not used to it.

"No," he said, clutching your hands. "I’m not moving. I am so sorry. I was stupid and selfish, and I hurt you. Please, just tell me you’ll forgive me. I’ll stay here all night if I have to. I won't stop until you say it’s okay."

His eyes were red, and you could see tears starting to pool, ready to spill over. All the anger you had been holding onto started to melt. You couldn't stand seeing him like this.

"It’s alright," you sighed, reaching out. "I forgive you, James."

You leaned down, cupping his face in your hands. His skin was warm. You leaned in and kissed him softly, intending to just give him a quick comfort, but James had other plans. He didn't let you pull away. He leaned upward, his hands sliding into your hair to keep you close, returning the kiss with a deep, hungry passion that told you he wasn't planning on letting you go again.

The kiss deepened, urgent and unrelenting, until you could barely think past the heat building in your core. Your hands tangled in his hair as his arms held you close, and a shiver ran through you as every frustration and every missed moment seemed to melt away.

Instinctively, you stepped up, pressing yourself against him. He sank into the chair just enough so that you could straddle him, your knees resting on either side of his hips.

You pulled back slightly, both of you gasping for air, foreheads brushing as you tried to catch your breath. The room was silent except for the soft sound of your rapid heartbeats and the faint rustle of your clothes as you adjusted your balance on his lap making him let out an unexpected groan.

You froze for a second, eyes widening as you realized how close you were. “O-oh… sorry,” you whispered, cheeks burning.

James didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hands moved slightly, adjusting your hips, holding you more firmly against him. His eyes darkened with a mix of desire and something almost possessive as he tilted his head to press a soft kiss against your jaw, dragging it down to your neck.

You caught your breath as his lips traced over the sensitive skin, his murmurs low and urgent. “I’ve missed this… missed you,” he said, voice rough with need. Then, almost teasingly, he added, “Let taehyun see me like this? He’ll regret ever thinking you’d notice anyone else.”

Your eyes widened. “James, that not—”

But he interrupted with a playful yet heated nibble against your neck, leaving a mark that would be impossible to hide. You gasped, trying to shift slightly, but he caught your hips, holding you perfectly still. “Dont move.”

“You look… perfect like this,” he whispered, lips brushing against the skin of your shoulder. “All mine. I want you to know it.”

Heat pooled in your chest, a mix of embarrassment, desire, and excitement. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently as you tried to reclaim some control. “You’re insane,” you murmured, breath catching.

“Maybe,” he said, a smirk in his voice even as his lips pressed another trail of soft, possessive kisses along your neck and collarbone. “I don’t care, you can only be mine.”

You scoffed with a little smile tugging your lips, “youre’ unbelievable.”

Finally, your hands cupped his face, holding him close as your lips met in a slow, heated kiss, both of you losing track of the room around you. James tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his hands roaming all over your back. He becomes a bit bolder, a hand sliding down to squeeze your ass making you let out a small gasp in between the kiss.

Uhm imagine the rest guys🥹

“sign the petition, drop my hashtags on x, and boycott hybe… like my good fucking girl”

MARTIN&FEM!READER

⊹₊⟡⋆.    fashion killa, asap rocky︱martin is down bad for his stylist and everyone knows. (i really like this fic)

CONTENT!    fluff  kisses  banter  idol&stylist  ⊹ ࣪ ˖

the studio was pretty much silent, which never happened when cortis had an outfit fitting. yn rustled through the racks of clothes all around the room. 

she moved in front of the long mirror, smoothing out some wrinkles in a jacket. the hot pink baby tee she wore raised revealing the curve of her toned stomach as damp curls fell over her shoulders. 

the door opened behind her, but she didn’t even have to turn, she knew exactly who it was.

“do you schedule my fittings last on purpose or something?” martin’s voice said from the doorway.

yn glanced at him through the mirror. 

martin leaned on the doorframe, he had on basic blue jeans and a white tank top, but still looked like he was ready for a magazine shoot. his eyes fell on yn. 

“you were twenty minutes late,” she huffed. 

“sooo, basically on time.”

she finally turned and crossed her arms. “for you.”

martin grinned. 

he pushed his tall body away from the door and walked closer, keeping his eyes on yn the whole time. the rest of the group had always made fun of martin’s big crush on their stylist, but they could understand it, all admitting she was crazy pretty. 

yn pretended not to notice how he was looking at her, she picked up the jacket she was eyeing before and held it up to his chest, trying to focus on her job. 

“arms up.”

martin lifted them immediately, staring down at her still. 

“stop it,” yn said.

“sorry. you’re just extra distracting today.”

she snorted, stepping away to look at the outfit. “martin, i’m wearing a shirt and jeans.”

“yeah but it’s you wearing it.”

she rolled her eyes, trying to hide her small smile, but he saw it like he always did. 

martin stepped closer until he was right in front of yn while she looked for a pin on the table. he was close enough to see the tiny birthmarks on her neck, and his gaze drifted down until it landed on the small script tattoo on her hipbone that read princess.

“princess,” he mumbled softly.

yn froze before also looking down. his hand slowly reached out, tracing the tattoo on her hip. 

she felt her breath hitch. “you’re not supposed to touch the stylist,” she said, trying her hardest to sound like this wasn’t affecting her. 

“if the stylist is flirting back you can,” martin responded. 

she scoffed. “literally when have i ever flirted with you?”

“right now.”

yn was in the middle of stepping back but he gently pulled her in again by one of the belt loops on her jeans. now their bodies were way closer than before. 

she narrowed her eyes at him. 

“i’m desperate, yn,” martin said.

“i can tell, babe,” she laughed in his face. 

he smiled and leaned in, her teasing only made him like her more. yn moved out of his hold by twisting to the side to grab a hanger from a nearby by rack. 

martin watched her dodge away. “you always run.”

“i’m working.” she shrugged. 

“you’ve been working around me for six months.”

yn took a shirt off the hanger and turned back toward the persistent boy. 

“have you ever thought that i just don’t want you?”

“ouch.” martin held a hand dramatically to his chest. 

he slowly stepped closer again and yn didn’t move away. they were so close that the room felt way smaller and the energy between them shifted. 

martin studied her face like he was trying to find something. 

“can i try something?” he asked more quietly than usual. 

she squinted up at him. “that sounds really suspicious.”

“just trust me.”

“even more suspicious.”

he laughed under his breath as his hand found the belt loop of her jeans again, tugging her a little closer until their bodies brushed.

yn didn’t even try to pull herself away this time. 

his thumb brushed over the tattoo on her hip again, but this time way more slower. 

“i’ve been wanting to do this forever,” he mumbled lowly. 

“touch my tattoo?”

his eyes met hers. “to kiss you.”

yn’s heart felt like it was doing backflips so obviously she did what she always did, leaned forward like she was about to kiss him, then moved sideways at the last second.

martin groaned. “c’mon.”

she grinned, walking backwards, but he just reached out again and pulled her back toward him by the wrist. 

yn looked at him for real, there was something so warm in his face that made her chest feel tight and she exhaled slowly. 

“you don’t give up, do you?”

“no.”

she shook her head, finally giving in. “fine.”

martin blinked. “fine what?”

yn stepped forward so their faces were inches apart and their lips brushed.  

“god, just stop talking,” she whispered and then kissed him.

it was soft and shy at first like she was testing it. martin froze for a second because this moment had been replaying in his head for months and it was actually finally happening. 

his hand fell to her waist as he pulled her closer, wanting her as close as possible. they both tilted their heads to deepen the kiss. martin couldn’t help but smile against her soft lips, he couldn’t believe she actually let him kiss her.

yn pulled back for air, martin’s eyes were clouded with pure happiness. 

“i knew it,” he panted. 

she furrowed her eyebrows, also out of breath. “what?”

“you do like me.”

“don’t get used to this.” she tried to hide her smile but it didn’t work at all. 

martin x fem!reader | friends to lovers ₊˚𓂃˖𝜗𝜚

in which martin has a strict no-sharing rule when it comes to ice cream. unfortunately for him, he’s also hopelessly in love with his best friend

warnings: fluff! friends to lovers! teasing! saliva mention! kissing! one bed? no. one bite😋🍦 wc: 775

another martin fic guys! utterly obsessed with this guy 😪 based on this ask. enjoy!🫶🏻🪷

the sun was warm enough to melt the edges of the ice cream in martin’s hand. mint chocolate. his favorite.

you both sat on the low brick wall outside the shop, the kind of lazy afternoon that made everything feel slow and golden. your legs swung over the side while you watched people pass by.

martin took a bite of his ice cream and immediately leaned away when you looked at it.

“don’t even think about it” he said.

you blinked.

“what?”

“i know that look.” he pointed a finger at you accusingly. “you’re about to ask for a bite.”

you gasped dramatically.

“wow. i can’t believe you’d assume that.”

he raised an eyebrow at you.

“…okay, fine” you admitted. “can i try some?”

martin shook his head instantly. “nope.”

“what?!” you shoved his shoulder. “you’re evil.”

“i’m not evil, i just don’t like sharing ice cream.” he gestured with his hand. “saliva” he made a face. “it’s a whole thing.”

you stared at him like he’d personally betrayed you.

“we’ve been friends bro.” you said slowly. “we’ve literally shared drinks before.”

“that’s different.”

“how?”

“…it just is.”

you huffed.

“unbelievable.” you said, pressing a hand to your chest. “i thought we had something special.”

martin tried to focus on his ice cream again, but when he glanced over, you were still looking at it with exaggerated longing.

“you could’ve just gotten the same flavor” he muttered.

“i didn’t know if it was good!” you argued. “how would i know if someone refuses to share?”

he sighed.

then you leaned closer, voice teasing.

“or are you just afraid i’ll like it more than you?”

martin snorted. “please. i am the mint chocolate master.”

your eyes flicked to his ice cream again.

he noticed.

“stop looking at it like that, it’s shy!” he said.

“like what??”

“like it’s the last ice cream on earth!”

you shrugged innocently.

martin looked down at the melting scoop… then back at you.

your hopeful expression did something weird to his chest.

“…you know what…” he muttered.

before you could ask what he meant, with the most tortured expression you’ve ever seen, he held the cone out.

“just one.”

you blinked. “what?”

“one bite.” he muttered. “take it before i change my mind.”

your grin came instantly. “martin.”

“don’t make it a thing.”

“you’re sharing.”

“i’m aware.”

“with me.”

he rolled his eyes, but the tips of his ears were turning pink. “just eat the damn ice cream.”

you laughed, leaning in.

and for one glorious second, martin seemed to realize exactly what was happening. how close you were, how your hand lightly touched his wrist to steady the cone, how your lips were about to touch the exact place he’d been guarding like it was a secret.

martin watched the whole thing.

which was probably a mistake.

because the second you smiled, bright and pleased like you’d just been handed the best thing in the world, his brain completely short circuited.

“oh my god” you said. “that’s actually really good.”

“yeah” martin said quietly.

your grin softened as you looked at him.

a comfortable silence fell over the moment. you noticed that martin was staring.

but not at the cone.

at you.

at your mouth.

his eyes were enchanted in you in a way that made your stomach get butterflies .

you swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close the two of you were.

“you don’t like your ice cream anymore?” you said softly, trying to ease the tension.

martin didn’t answer right away. he just shook his head slightly.

“nah, i’m just thinking.”

your pulse skipped. “about?”

his gaze dropped, slow, helpless, obvious, to your lips.

“whether i should let you take another bite, or just kiss you instead.”

the world went quiet. no teasing comeback came to mind, no dramatic joke.

just the sound of your own heartbeat, loud and ridiculous in your ears.

martin seemed to realize what he’d said a second too late, because his eyes widened slightly.

but he didn’t take it back.

didn’t look away.

didn’t move the cone.

you stared at him.

he stared back.

and then, because you’d spent way too long pretending the tension between you was something imaginary, you leaned in.

this time, you weren’t aiming for the ice cream.

martin met you halfway.

the kiss was soft for all of half a second.

then it turned warm and smiling and a little breathless, like both of you had been waiting for it longer than either of you wanted to admit.

when you finally pulled back, his forehead brushed yours.

the ice cream cone was still somehow miraculously intact in his hand.

you glanced down at it, then back at him, unable to stop smiling.

“so,” you whispered, “i’m allowed another bite?”

martin laughed, a quiet, disbelieving sound, and tipped the cone toward you again.

“i don’t think i care about the saliva thing anymore.” he giggled.

your grin widened. “that down bad, huh?”

he kissed the corner of your mouth before you could get smug about it.

“for you?” martin murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “you’ve always been the exception.”

please do not scroll, this is a very important message that ALL ENGENES must do if we want heeseung back.

as most of you might know, heeseung has "decided" to leave the group to focus on his solo career. BUT, this is not true.

heeseung DID NOT decide to leave the group, he was forced to. he was apparently seen crying and "crashing out" in a hybe hallway which CLEARLY shows it was not his decision. to add on, just a few days ago he was speaking about the world tour coming up, and participating in activities and events LIKE NORMAL. it was be so weird just for him to leave like that.

ENGENE, we are a team. we can bring heeseung back. for example, MARK FROM NCT. he left the group exactly like this but came back due to the FANS PROTESTS. WE CAN DO THIS FOR HEESEUNG ASWELL! PLEASE DO THIS SO OUR HEE CAN COME BACK.

THIS IS NOT FAIR! OTHER ARTISTS LIKE: YEJI FROM ITZY, TWICE MEMBERS, TXT MEMBERS, BTS MEMBERS AND MANY MORE ARTISTS ARE ALLOWED TO PURSUE THEIR SOLO CAREER WHILE BEING IN A GROUP. BUT NOT HEESEUNG??

we all call for heeseung's return while ALLOWING HIM THE FREEDOM TO PURSUE HIS SOLO CAREER.

ENHYPEN WILL ALWAYS BE SEVEN!

SEVEN OR NOTHING!

please reblog to spread awareness!!

by @jjwoned 🤍

𓏲ּ𝄢… ALT 2000s BF MARTIN EDWARDS 𝔁 “BASIC” 2000s GF READER # ─── headcanons

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who was obsessed with you from the moment he saw you with your low rise jeans, uggs and hollister henley putting away your books in your locker laughing with your friend.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who even thought about changing his style to a more preppy vibe for you until juhoon luckily stopped him and told him to just go for it.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who finally went for it after catching you alone with a book in your hands at one of the lunch tables after weeks of plotting on you.

─── martin dropped onto the bench beside you, immediately regretting it. he scratched the back of his neck, heart pounding, while you didn’t so much as glance his way, just thumbed your ipod and pressed skip, eyes still glued to your book.

behind him, keonho caught his eye and flashed an enthusiastic thumbs up. martin inhaled, then exhaled. now or never.

he cleared his throat.

you finally noticed. one earbud slipped out as you looked up from the page. “huh?”

“hey,” he said, then stalled, every thought tangling together. “uh… you’re in my math class, right?”

you studied his face for a second, then nodded. “I think so. you’re martin, right?”

the fact that you knew his name nearly short circuited his brain. “yeah,” he said quickly, trying not to smile like an idiot. “so, um… what’re you reading?”

you slid a bookmark between the pages, closed the book, and tilted the cover toward him. “twilight. I’m trying to finish it before the movie comes out in a few days. I wanna watch it knowing what actually happens. have you heard about it?”

of course he had. sparkly vampires, dramatic romance, the kind of thing he usually pretended not to care about. but you were holding the book like it mattered, like it was something exciting.

“yeah,” he nodded. “cool. cool, cool.”

you gave a small smile, then looked back down, already opening the book again. conversation over. at least, that’s what you seemed to think.

“hey, wait,” he blurted, glancing down at his scuffed converse. “uh… do you have anyone to take you to see it?”

you paused, then sighed softly. “not really. a friend was supposed to go with me, but she’ll be out of town. I’ll probably just go alone or ask my dad to drop me off.”

his chest tightened. this was it.

“I mean,” martin said, voice quieter now, “I could take you… if you want.”

he didn’t look up, already bracing himself, but hopeful anyway.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who couldn’t believe his ears when you said yes almost jumping up right in front of you but kept his cool.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who sat beside you in the cinema with a large popcorn (that he paid for after you reluctantly agreed to let him) between the both of you, your hands touching each other every now and then.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who listened to you ramble about all the good scenes that the left out from the book in the movie after you just said how much you loved the movie.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who had replied with “the baseball scene was pretty cool.”

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who almost fell over on your front porch after you pressed a kiss against his cheek.

─── martin froze when you rose onto your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. it lingered just long enough to leave warmth behind, and when you settled back on your heels, you gave him a smile so sweet it made his head spin.

“thanks for tonight,” you said gently. “you mentioned you work at the record store… maybe I should stop by on your next shift?”

still dazed, martin nodded a little too fast. “yeah, yeah. that’d be cool. so cool.”

you laughed quietly, the sound light and easy, and reached out to pat his shoulder. “good night, mars. drive safe. call me when you get home. I might still be awake.”

“uh huh,” he managed.

and he stayed there for a second longer than necessary, cheek still warm, heart still racing, already replaying the moment like it was his favorite song on repeat.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who after he officially became your boyfriend picks you up in the mornings, waiting in his car for you, sometimes coming instead and having nice morning conversations with your mom.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who loves “studying” with you at your house. (more him distracting you than studying).

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who brings you cds of your favourite artists from the record store that he works at.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who brings you to his practices with his band.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who follows you into your favourite stores (hollister, abercrombie and aeropostale) at the mall, helping you pick out pieces.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who loves taking naps in your room, he’s gotten used to waking up to smell of your cinnamon candle and the sound of your britney spears cd that he got you in the background.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who always has his arms wrapped around you, even in lines (yes he’s THAT bf)

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who makes you help him dye his hair in his washroom.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who showers your face with kisses while apologizing for getting bleach on your shirt.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who takes you to hot topic, finding it so cute how much you stick out like a sore thumb.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who tears up a little when you gift him a blue ipod that matches your pink one.

♱ alt 2000s bf martin who’s still entranced by you, just like the day he laid his eyes on you at your locker.