ramu ୭

- martin edwards park ୨ৎ

─── SYNOPSIS : a collab between CORTIS and ILLIT raises questions about the differing dynamics of both groups, nonetheless, people are excited to see what this new collaboration will bring, some, maybe more than others. Working with the golden child of HYBE and his just as talented group shouldn’t be that hard, right?

─── PAIRING : Idol Martin x Idol fem!reader

─── INCLUDES : y/n and Martin probably beefing in the beginning, Martin is more excited than she is to collab, text message screenshots will probably make a frequent appearance in this fic, I hope that’s okay, and there might be spelling errors or me writing ooc so I apologise in advance.

─── NOTES: omg first post I’m a bit nervous :,) I’ve always loved writing growing up and I love creating stories and scenarios in my head, i unfortunately wasn’t confident enough to publish my ideas until now. I hope this isn’t too rough for my first attempt at posting on tumblr <3

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Slow mornings were rare, especially in this industry. I can’t even remember the last time I slept past eight. Today? I was lucky. The dorm was quiet, not the usual comfortable silence.. it just lacked presence. I dragged myself out of bed reluctantly, immediately the cold air startled my body, I shivered before continuing forward. I checked the dorm and no one was there, I’d just assumed the others decided to go to practice early anyway. I just shrug, their loss.

I went through my routine very slowly, taking my sweet time brushing my teeth, applying creams onto my face and packing my bag for the day before settling down onto my bed, deciding to pick up a book I hadn’t opened in a while. This was such a luxury, and I was going to milk it for all it’s worth. Once I finished reading a chapter or two, I look over at my phone that had been charging on my beside table whilst I slept, I approach it and grab it, unplugging it from the charger and turning my notifications back on, I usually kept them off, for obvious reasons, but today I just felt like I had to check.

The second I turned do not disturb off multiple messages appeared, and some still kept coming in. What was going on? My phone was blowing up, more than it usually did. In previous situations I’d often brush it off, it’s what being an idol is like, I should be prepared for situations like these, right? That’s what I thought, at least, but this time it didn’t feel like the usual.

Some of the texts were from my group chat with the other girls, yeah, those weren’t that serious, some were emails about promotions and other work related affairs I didn’t want to deal with, and some.. were strange. I kept getting notified on Twitter specifically. I barely frequented the app nor did I care for it that much, but I couldn’t stop my finger from hovering above the notification before I eventually gave in, clicking on it. It opened Twitter, and the post I saw made me freeze.

I blinked, once, twice, trying to get a semblance of understanding. A collab? Where did that come from? I know the others filmed with them a couple times, but it was just dancing videos, how could someone assume we’d collab from that? You’d have to call out nearly every idol group, why was it specifically us?

I continued looking through the replies of the post, some positive, others negative. Hybe wouldn’t spring a collab onto us without warning, they’re always so thorough about what goes on with the idols signed under them. Did I miss a meeting where this was discussed? I close out twitter and open my group chat with the girls, my fingers frantically moving across the keyboard.

I shut the phone off with a sigh, well that explains it. Who would’ve guessed that I missed out on important information again? At this point I need my phone confiscated. Nonetheless, I unplugged my charger from the wall and shoved it into my bag before throwing it over my shoulder. I make sure all the lights in the dorm are off before I head out.

I pull my hood over my head and began making the commute to work. I had my headphones in under my hood, the song that was playing was “let it happen” by tame impala. It was definitely a go to song for me. When I began nearing the large building, I took a deep breath of air, mentally preparing myself before walking in, I was greeted by some of the staff members who recognised me, and I just politely bowed my head in response.

I approached the elevators, clicking the button to call it to the ground floor. I waited for a moment for the doors to open, and when they did I stepped inside, right before the doors were about to close again, a hand shot out, the doors slowly retracted back, and five very loud guys immediately shuffled into the elevator. Great.

I silently clicked the button for my floor before turning to my phone, trying to ignore the five other people in the elevator. I didn’t necessarily look when they walked in, so I was unaware of who it was. Before I could even distract myself for ten seconds I felt a tap on my shoulder, I took one earbud out and looked up to see who was behind the action.

“What-“

My eyes widened a bit, I was greeted by a very tall guy, dyed blonde hair, a contagious smile and his eyes insistently remained on mine. God. Wonhee was right. He was tall. Martin smiled down at me, as if he’d known me for years. Was he always this smiley around strangers? I mean I guess we were colleagues in some sense.

“Y/n right?” His voice rang out in the elevator, the rest of the guys, which I soon recognised to be the other members of CORTIS quieted down their chatter, as if they wanted to listen in to what we were saying.

“Yeah.” I replied simply, I felt the eyes of his group looking at us, but I didn’t tear my gaze away from him, I don’t know why.

“You’re in ILLIT too, right?” I just nodded at his words, I thought this was pretty basic information (not to toot my own horn).

“We filmed a couple times with your group.” He continued, I just let out a silent hum, not really paying attention to what he was saying. He looked at me nodded, looking at the rest of his group and back at me. He put a hand on his chin, as if pretending to think for a moment.

“You know about the collab too, yeah? What do you think about it? You excited? What kind of vibe are you going for?” He continued asking questions. I wanted to roll my eyes, couldn’t he clearly tell I was not in the mood for conversation right now?

Before I could even answer, the door to the elevator opened at my floor, I glance at the door then back at Martin, silently bowing my head and muttering a silent “excuse me” before hurrying out of that elevator. I finally felt like I could breathe. Why was he even insistent on asking so many questions to begin with? As I walked away, I could still feel his gaze digging into the back of my head. Unbeknownst to me, he wasn’t that happy to see me walk away, his lips tugged down in disappointment.

Practice was the usual, the sound of our shoes hitting the hardwood floor underneath us as we ran through our choreography was the only thing registering in my head currently. I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering off, back to what happened in the elevator with Martin. Was I too harsh? I mean, I clearly didn’t seem interested to talk, he should’ve taken the hint, but at the same time, maybe I should’ve voiced my feelings instead of expecting him to figure it out himself. I don’t know.

My thoughts couldn’t trail off for long when I heard my name being called, I turned to look at Minju, a concerned look in her eyes as she approached me, putting both hands on my shoulders as she shook me lightly.

“Y/n? Are you okay? You’ve been off beat, you aren’t usually like this.” Her words caused the others to look towards us, and they all quickly surround us, all of them shared that same concerned look.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking.” I reply, my voice not necessarily giving away to the pondering going on in the back of my head. I kept it normal, void of any drastic emotion.

“Don’t lie to us, you’re clearly not okay.” damn it, I forgot how observant Wonhee was. I just shake my head.

“I swear I’m okay, something happened earlier and I’ve just been distracted thinking about it. That’s it, I swear.” I answered honestly, the others looked between themselves, as if trying to decide if I was telling the truth or not.

“Alright.. we believe you.” Moka spoke gently before she continued. “What even happened?” She questioned. I debated whether or not I should lie about what happened, but I didn’t really have the heart to.

“I ran into cortis on my way up here in the elevator, their leader kept trying to talk and make conversation.” I muttered quietly, secretly hoping they didn’t hear what I said.

“Martin? Why’s he suddenly so interested?” Iroha looked at me as she spoke, I instantly nodded.

“That’s exactly what i thought! We’ve literally never talked before and suddenly he acts like he knows me!” I groan, clearly frustrated for no big reason. Why was I getting so worked up about this?

“Maybe he wants to know you.” I catch Yunah smirking before she continued speaking. “He’s obviously not just making casual elevator talk, he’s probably just curious about you.”

“Oh wait.. that actually makes sense.” Moka chimed in, nodding along to Yunah’s words.

“Hey what? No no! We aren’t agreeing with her!” I felt embarrassed, this was clearly not what was happening! They’re blowing this whole situation out of proportion. “You guys are overanalysing this, we spoke for like two seconds!” My face felt warm, I hated this feeling.

“We? I thought he was the only one speaking.” Wonhee laughed, I groan again, burying my head into my hands, they were enjoying this way too much.

“That’s not what I meant-“

“Wait.. y/n are you blushing?” Minju gasped and immediately began squeezing my cheeks, I tried to pry her hands off of me but to no avail.

“Our y/n is blushing over a boy~” Yunah began chanting as she skipped around me. Iroha chuckled quietly, watching this all go down and not even deciding to help.

“It’s seriously not like that!” I protested once I finally got Minju’s hands off me. “I barely know the guy, and he doesn’t know me neither, and it’ll stay that way.”

“For now.” Wonhee chimed in. I didn’t even bother looking at her and just slumped against the mirrored wall, how did I end up in this situation?

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