π£²β SYNOPSIS: you and martin have been friends for years. however to your disadvantage, martin's feelings for you have began to grow stonger, and more noticeable.
PAIRINGS: bestfriend!martin x fem!reader | fluff, crack, skinship
WC: 2.8k βͺ NOW PLAYING: earrings-malcom todd
NOTES: this was a request from an anon and I thought it was so cute oh my. I also wasn't sure if you wanted a smau or not so I just decided to do a oneshot lol, I hope that's okay!
It wasn't noticable at first. martin would do minor things, like offer to fill up your drink bottle or remember your favourite pepero flavour, usually things that would go unnoticed to most, but not to y/n's boyfriend. keonho ahn and martin edwards haven't always been eye to eye, opposite fashion sense, clashes in music taste, and a common dislike for each other. however, they do share one thing, feelings for the same girl.
"yo twin!" you were speeding your way to class when a familar voice caught your attention. on a normal day, you would've turned around and given your best friend some attention, but today was yours and your boyfriends 6 month anniversary. to be caught talking to keonho's least favourite person would not be the brightest idea. "bro, y/n cmon man, I know you can't resist this," he shouted across the hallways, turning some heads. you really couldn't.
you whipped your head around and martin froze, he was expecting a cold silence from you all day. he caught up to you, flashing that life-ending smile that could make any girl lose their words. "hey- hey martin, sorry I wish I could talk... but-"
"I know, seriously it's chill y/n, keonho has trust issues and that's okay," there it was, the slight smirk that fell upon his face anytime he dissed your boyfriend.
"hey! that's not true, he just- you know how he feels about you, and especially on our anniversary you know, and I wish it wasn't like this but it is and-" he put his hand on your shoulder.
"I was just kidding y/n, it's okay really. I dont care." he lied. he cared more than he'd like to admit. he pulled a box of pepero out of his bag and waved it in your face. oreo flavoured, your favourite. "here, just take this and I won't bother you for the rest of the day, okay?" a disheartening smile spread across your face, your first present of the day was from your bestfriend. sure you were dissapointed, but it was still only second period.
you sighed and took the pepero, brushing his hand in the process. "thanks tin, I'll catch you later okay?" martin watched you as you turned back around and fled to stats.
"look, I'm serious dude, if england doesn't win this next game, I am crashing out." keonho was rambling on about the world cup to the table throughout your lunch period. his arm was draped around your shoulder, but you were starting to feel like an armrest rather than a girlfriend. you knew martin was watching you, it was painfully obvious since he was sitting directly across from you. you didn't know if he was watching in pity or because he wanted to make fun of you. you didn't have the energy for either at that moment
"psst, y/n," he whispered from across the table. juhoon was on the other side of him with his head buried in a book and the rest of the table was focused on debating wether bellingham or haaland would score the most goals. whoever they were.
your eyes flicked up. you shot him a look that ultimately told him to shut his mouth. martin wouldn't back down that easily. something nudged your leg under the table and you looked up again shooting him an even bigger warning stare. if keonho caught you and martin talking on today of all days you wouldn't hear the end of it. so you lowered your head again. you were too afraid to sacrifice what you and keonho had, yes he was protective, but that meant he cared. right?
what really drew you to keonho wasn't just his stunning face, but his connection to his passion. you went to watch a swimming competiton with seonghyeon one time because he said quote, "the guys in the swim team are so good looking even I would date them, and keonho is in the team too I guess." watching him swim was the most mesmersing experience, the way the water wrapped around his body like he was born to immerse himself in it. after that moment you knew he was the one. at the start of the year when you and keonho both got together martin didn't take it very well. although, that's what you thought. you assumed that he felt as though keonho was taking up all of your time and that he was being tossed to the side. after a while it straightened out and martin went back to normal. he began to sit at the same lunch table as you again, but this time it came with more staring.
while you where trying to get keonho's attention you phone vibrated in your back pocket. you gave up on keonho and slid it out of your jeans.
I know I said I would leave you alone today but I can't.
beautiful? what was this boy trying to get at? you shifted in your seat as you felt heat creeping up to your cheeks. why now of all times? you've never reacted to him like this before. he really had to pull this shit today?
you looked up from your phone that was hidden under the table. he was staring at you with a look you've never seen before. neither of you moved for the next minute. his gaze was switching between your left and right eye, and you noticed. you began to realise that you haven't took the time to really notice martin recently. his blonde hair was sticking up in every direction with a single strand infront of his forehead, his lips were parted slightly, and you noticed his breath became ragged. you noticed that martin looked good today. no, martin looked handsome today. did he always look like this?
keonho's began to slide his hand from your shoulder up into your hair and martin traced the movement with his eyes. keonho's hand was now rubbing your head and martin continued to watch. until he couldn't. he eyes flickered down to his lap. except martin was easy, so he looked at you again and your eyes had never left him.
the school bell cut through the tension, signaling fourth period. you had risked getting whiplash from standing up at the speed you did. keonho gave you a small kiss on the cheek and left with his friends. fleeing without saying a single word to you all lunch. you watched him leave to your left and then you watched martin and juhoon leave to your right. martin shot you one last look as he left through the cafeteria doors.
what the hell just happened?
last period felt like your own personal hell. your mind was tangled in thoughts about what happened in the cafeteria, you hadn't felt analysed like that in a while. keonho gave you affection of course, but pda was where he drew the line. he claims that if he has to prove to the world that you were his, then you never really were. you never understood what he meant, but you learnt to accept it. fuck. keonho.
guilt began to flood you like the water that drowns your boyfriend. how could you be so stupid? and to do it right next to him while he had no clue? you made a promise to yourself right then and there, you wouldn't engage with martin for the rest of the week. you made the assumption that that should be enough time for the guilt to drain away, easy enough.
martin didn't make it easy though.
every morning he would wait outside your first class with a box of pepero in his hand. no matter how many times you looked down and brushed past him without a word, the next morning he would be there, looking more hopeful than ever. it killed you inside. martin had been your bestfriend since freshman year, I mean you two went through every traumatic thing a high schooler could go through together. bullying, first party, first homecoming, everything you can think of. you were grateful for him. you hoped he knew that.
however, on friday martin wasn't waiting outside your english classrom first period. you stared at the space where he usually waited, you felt... disappointed? an interjecting sound from your right distracted your train of thought. martin came flying out of the boy's bathroom, purple and red all over his face, keonho following not long after.
"you wanna say that again pretty boy?" keonho's fist met martin's face with a powerful force. martin was pushed against the wall, his hands trying to pry keonho off him. he was writhing against him and his face displayed a look of anger, you'd never seen that look on martin before. martin met your distraught face to his left and the look of anger magically vanished. martin's body gave in and he took whatever blows came to him, all while he looked you in the eyes. he had to stop that eye contact thing.
it happened again. he gave you that awful smirk, the one that appeared anytime he brought up your "stupid" boyfriend. the height difference between the two boys was becoming more apparent to you as you watched, it honestly surprised you that martin wasn't absolutely destroying keonho as we speak. then he winked at you, he fucking winked, and the second you knew it, his hands were on keonho at lightning speed. people had filtered out to watch, some were recording, some were laughing, but most people stared at you. any normal girlfriend would break up the fight to go save their boyfriend, so why were you still watching? the uglier the fight got, the more you got pulled in to watch, weren't you the best girlfriend?
you were about to take a step forward when a girl with long flowing hair came rushing in from the other side.
"oh my god, keonho! stop- stop it martin!" she tried to push martin off keonho with any will power that she had. the overwhelming commotion suddenly brought a teacher to the scene.
"everybody, get to class!" she shooed students away as she stormed into the middle. "boys stop it this instant!" she pulled martin off keonho and the girl with the charcoal locks grabbed keonho's face. she touched his hair and his face, frantic to make sure he was okay. keonho paid her no mind, his dark eyes were fixed on martin and his breathing heavy. you watched as she held his face.
"keon hey... it's me. c'mon snap out of it." keon... that was your nickname for him. who was this girl and why was she touching your boyfriend? he finally looked at her and sighed, it looked as though all his anger just... faded away.
you looked to martin who was under the strong hold of the teacher. he had that lingering sadness in his eyes, not surprise. you couldn't help but think he knew this whole time.
so you ran. you pushed past the crowd and made your way out of the school. with your vision blurred and your heart broken, you hurried your way home. your phone was buzzing uncontrollably in your back pocket but you ignored it. the thought of it being either martin or keonho made you want to throw up even more.
that following weekend you were hold up in your room crying non-stop, it was pathetic, but it wouldn't stop. on the sunday, you had finally migrated to the living room, busy scrolling through photos of you and keonho until there was a knock on your door. four knocks to be specific.
martin was here. you didn't answer, you couldn't. you didn't want anyone to see the state that you were in, even your best friend. well, you didn't know if you could even call him that anymore. you replayed that look on martin's face repeatedly, he knew there was someone else and he didn't tell you. there was no excuse.
a notification popped up on your phone above a picture of keonho kissing your cheek at a bowling alley.
i know you're in there. we need to talk.
you left him on read, hoping he would give up. but knowing martin, he would never.
i brought over some mac n cheese.
i know you cant resist ;)
you sighed to yourself when you realised you hadn't eaten all day. you conjured up a plan. just open the door, grab the mac and cheese, and then close the door. easy enough.
but when you opened the door, it hit you. you had missed your best friend. the past week that you had spent ignoring martin was a plan that you regretted instantly when you saw that girl kiss keonho, and looking at him now the guilt felt overwhelming.
"i'm sorry y/n... god I-."
"no, stop it martin. I'm sorry. I was ignoring you all week, an- and for what? for my stupid boyfriend that probably had another girl this whole time? I'm so stupid." you stepped outside.
"no y/n. don't say that. I know I say a lot of ridiculous things about keonho, but one thing I will never forgive is how he just tossed you to the side. I noticed y/n. you would put all your effort into that boy, and he would show none of it back. some days he would go all day without uttering a word to you, he never remembered your favourite things, he flirted with girls in front of you. I mean, he just kissed another girl for the whole hallway to see. he never deserved you y/n, and I wished you had seen that before you had to witness it like that." not once did his words falter. his eyes stayed on you the entire time.
you were in shock. you tried so hard to push aside the mistreatment you felt from keonho, and after a while you got used to it, but you didn't know that martin had witnessed it too.
but you wouldn't forgive him that easily. you needed the truth.
"I just can't stop thinking about that fight between you and him. why martin?" you questioned, scared to find out.
"and don't you think about lying martin edwards." he chuckled, and your heart fluttered.
"I would never." he said, accentuating the last word.
"okay... go on." a slight rosiness appeared on your cheeks.
"I uh, heard keonho in the bathroom talking about this girl that he was seeing. Ian was her name." you slowly nodded along, clearly trying to process it. "he said that they were going to meet up again at her house later that night. since I memorised your schedule, I knew that you and him had date night every friday." an obvious sadness was all over your face as you dropped your head. "hey, you okay?" he leaned down and lifted your chin with his delicate hands.
"yeah its okay, I need to know." you were clearly at the bridge of breaking down, but you kept it together. for martin.
"okay... well, he then continued to talk about how much he adored her or whatever, you know, something cringe. I was hiding in the stall the entire time until I uh- heard him say..." he sighed. "that he only got with you because he felt bad, and that he only wanted you because- because of your body..." your heart dropped along with the incoming rain. tears began to brew in your eyes. "I wouldn't let him talk about you like that y/n. fuck, you mean so much to me, and to hear those words come out of his mouth made me so angry. so I came out of the stall and punched that little fucker right in the face." you looked at him, really looked at him. "I'm sorry if that messed everything up, or it embarrassed you. but if I had the chance, I would do it all over again y/n." the rain started pouring harder.
both of you stood there, the rain had soaked your hair, sticking it to your hair. martin's messy hair now even crazier, peices stuck to his forehead and his neck. he looked beautiful.
and you accepted it, because accepting means moving on. whatever this new chapter was going to bring finally didn't scare you anymore. you finally knew that you wanted it, wanted him.
you held onto his face like you were scared he would disappear, like you once did. he melted into the kiss instantly, his soft pink lips moving in unison with yours. his fingers twisted themselves into your soaked locks, and his other hand found your waist, pulling you in so you would never run away.
you both pulled way, smiling and out of breath. martin grabbed your face and placed your foreheads together.
"don't ever ignore me like that again, y/n."
"only if you don't go starting fights in front of me, edwards."
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