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— in which you spend a sunny day with your boyfriend Keonho by the pool!!!

❀ bf!keonho, fem!reader, swimmer!keonho, fluff, skinship, kisses

AU note: hi guys!! this is my first keonho fic and as requested by THIS, ur wish is my command! i hope u all enjoy <3

It’s the type of day where the sun is bathing everything in its golden glow and even wearing sunglasses can’t help you from squinting.

Keonho’s taking ‘a break from his laps’ and drying off in the sun, meaning he’s sprawled out on the hot concrete like a melting snowman, one arm over his face. You can see his shoulders are already starting to turn pink, you warned him about wearing his SPF but he insists he’s okay. Are boys always this stubborn?

Even sunburnt, he still looks gorgeous. His hair is ever so slightly damp, sticking to his temples. And undoubtedly, you notice his eyebrows sitting dark and heavy above his eyes, full from the bridge all the way to the tail. His shirt has started to dry a bit but, you can still see the way it frames his broad swimmer’s shoulders, the dips in where his muscles cut in, and the way his chest rises with each breath. It’s kind of unfair that someone just looks like this, he’s almost too perfect to be true.

“Keonho,” You say, taking a sip of your ice cold drink. “You’re going to turn into a crisp if you don’t get into the shade.”

“Mhm, I’m fine.” He mumbles, not moving an inch.

That’s when you get the idea.

If he won’t move himself, you’ll make him.

To your right, you eye up a pair of fully loaded, neon green waterguns. Perfect.

So you make your first move, you quietly place your drink down beside you and tiptoe carefully to the equipment, making sure not to make any noise.

Once acquiring one, you sit beside Keonho, hiding the gun behind your back. You dip your feet into the water. Immediately, the cool water hits your feet; it’s heaven. But no amount of relief will hold you back from your little plan to get ‘Mr stubborn’ to move out the blistering heat.

That’s when you swiftly grab the gun and aim directly at his annoyingly perfect face.

PSSSHT.

Ice cold water hits him - a perfect shot.

Keonho jerks upright, sputtering water out his mouth, his hair instantly sticking to his forehead.

“Oh that’s it!” He exclaims.

You’re already off the ground running, shrieking with laughter. He grabs the leftover gun and you’re stood opposite ends of the pool, like a western gun fight; he’s got determination in his eyes. There’s a certain glare in his eyes which makes you realise he won’t let you go that easily, but to be fair, he was being stubborn.

“You won’t escape,” He sings, he’s grinning ear to ear.

“Sure thing!” You yell over the pool.

And just like that, the water fight begins, the next 10 minutes erupting into utter chaos. You spray, and miss. He aims, hitting you directly in the stomach with freezing water. Swimmer’s reflexes are unfair; he’d sprint and fire water into your back.

Multiple shots are fired at him, most miss but the occasional squirt gets him in the ribs. His body retracts and he chases you desperately around the pool.

Eventually, he rounds a corner and ends up catching you. He wraps his strong arms around you, both your water guns hitting the floor in surrender. He drags you down to the lounge chairs, both of you collapsing in a wet, laughing mess. You lay there together, dripping in water, chests heaving, but in each other’s embrace.

He leans in, like he’s gonna give you a loving kiss but instead uses his thumb to wipe a droplet of water off your cheek instead.

“Confess to your evil crime.” He says, low.

“Never, Ahn Keonho.” You reply, but you’re smiling.

A mischievous look creeps onto his lips. “Oh really?” He adds.

Before you even have the time to register, he stands up quickly, wraps one arm under your legs and the other under your torso; you’re swept up into a princess carry. Unfortunately, you know where this is heading. It’s your inevitable doom.

Just as expected, Keonho does a little run up before sending the both of you underwater.

SPLASH.

Cold water engulfs your body, your shirt, your shorts, everything. You went under screaming and came out in silenced, hair plastered on your cheeks.

He surfaces next to you, belly laughing, almost crying. The outer edges of his eyes are crinkled like delicate paper, etched into his skin from happiness.

“You psychopath!” You shout, splashing water at him, but deep down, you’re too happy to be mad at him. It’s the perfect day after all.

“You get what you deserve,” He grins, pushing his hair out of his face to reveal his perfect bone structure. “Ceasefire?”

“Fine,” You grunt, “But I still win.”

“On what planet?”

“Planet me.”

He takes a step forward, treading through the water. Once he reaches you, He wraps his arms around your waist, spinning you around, your legs naturally wrap around him like a Koala. Your wet shirt sticks to his broad chest, his heat radiating off of him. It’s comforting, and you know this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

“Okay,” You admit, leaning into his forehead and closing your eyes. “You did win.”

“Told you,” He says. “Swimmer’s talent.”

“I could’ve easily beaten you if I tried.”

“You’re evil.” He decides.

“You love it.” You decide back.

You pull away, he flicks water at your nose, and you squirm under the sensation. You take a good look at him, he’s soaked now, water dripping down his forehead to his chin. His eyelashes glisten, beads of water gently sitting on them. God he looks perfect like this.

The water is truly Keonho’s element.

Soon, the world goes quiet for a second, there’s nothing but you and Keonho and then the sound of water lapping at the edges of the pool. Your legs are still wrapped around his waist, his hands on your thighs, and he’s softly grinning at you. His chest gently rises and falls. He lets go of you with one arm, his free hand tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb lingers on your cheek a beat too long and you feel his pulse in his wrist.

Keonho leans in slow, giving you the time to pull back, but of course you don’t.

He kisses you. It’s soft, barely there. Just his lips against yours, salty water from the pool lacing delicate skin. There was no rush, just the unspoken words of two teenagers who loved each other to the ends of the earth. You end up forgetting about the cold water blanketing your body and the chlorine suffocating your hair. Instead, you focus on the sensation of being held by the love of your life, your lips entangling into one.

Your kiss gets interrupted by an unwarranted yell.

“No kissing in the pool!” James yells from inside the house.

You both cant help but laugh, not the type of laugh where you chuckle here and there but the type of laugh that is silent, where your shoulders shake and you snort now and then.

“We’re not kissing! We’re just… hydrating.” He shouts back.

“Hydrating.” You repeat, deadpan.

He lets out a small huff, his eyes are overflowing with love, just by looking at you. Keonho dunks his arm back under the water, so both arms are holding you up again.

“It’s worth kissing you, even if we get caught.” He adds.

“Only ‘cause it’s me.” You say.

“Only ‘cause it’s you.” He agrees.

— in which your boyfriend martin has a meltdown from stress.

𓂃۶ৎ idol!martin, fem!reader, tears, kisses, skinship, stress, sensitive topics, sadness x comfort

It’s 3AM, and the studio smells like cold coffee and exhaustion.

Martin is slumped over his laptop with his elbows propped up under his chin, holding up his head like it weighs a ton. His body looks limp and fragile. He’s tired; you can see it in the way his body threatens to stop holding itself up.

The track he’s been working on endlessly repeats for the tenth time, a certain beat hitting a little too hard against his temples. He closes his eyes, furrows his brows into his hairline and lets a sigh out, the type of sigh that starts low in his chest, a slow build of air that slowly escapes.

He plays it again, and again.

He plays it so many times his head ends up fully in his hands, rubbing his eyes vigorously.

You approach quietly, because you know what Martin is like, if you try and confront him head on, he plasters a smile on his face and just says he’s fine.

But you know he’s not fine.

“Tini,” You say softly, wrapping your arms warmly around his shoulders from behind his chair. “You should take a break.”

He lets out a small, hollow chuckle. “I’m good, just finishing up, i’ll be 10 minutes.”

Your heart aches, like it’s being split straight down the middle with a saw. You know he’s overworking himself, but you also know he’s too stubborn to give up. You tighten your grip around him, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. He’s warm.

Martin overworks himself a lot, even if he denies it, you know that he does. He skips meals, misses out on sleep and locks himself inside until he’s satisfied with what he’s made. And even when he is satisfied, he will continue to listen to what he’s created over and over just in case.

“Martin, just let yourself relax for once.” You sigh against his ear.

You bury yourself in his scent, shaking your head against him.

That small gesture makes him pause. He spins his chair round, forcing you to let go of the grasp you have around him. But now, he’s looking directly at you. And the moment you make eye contact, you realise his condition is worse than you thought. His eyes are bloodshot, dark circles so bad you could mistake him for a vampire. You can’t help but notice his complexion too, he looks drained almost ghastly. His jaw is clenched tightly, like he’s been holding every single bit of stress in.

He exhales, but it comes out shaky.

“You know I can’t,” He says, voice low, like he’s afraid saying it out loud will make it come true. “The album, my schedule, the rest of the guys, everything and everyone is counting on me,” He weakly leans his head on your chest, grabbing you lightly by the hips. “What if I can’t be what everyone needs? What if i’m not a good leader, producer, boyfriend, not good at anything?”

How could he say that?

This was the love of your life, and he’s saying these things about himself. It made your chest twist with guilt, all you wanted to do was to lift just a single burden off of his shoulders, he didn’t deserve all this pressure. He’s too young.

You raise your hands up to his head, softly ruffling his hair between your fingertips.

“Hey,” You whisper, patting his head. “Look at me.”

And so he does, reluctantly, but he does.

“You’re not messing anything up ,Tini. You’re amazing. You are part of the reason why you have this amazing life and group. You care too much about everyone, don’t do this to yourself.”

His eyes ever so slightly begin to glaze over, a light film of tears covering his tired pupils. “That’s the problem,” He says, voice breaking. “It’s so hard having to be perfect for everyone.”

You can see him fighting the tears back, trying to swallow it back down.

“You don’t have to be perfect for anyone, especially me. Just be yourself, that’s more than I could have ever asked for in life,” You move your hands down, rubbing his shoulders. “I promise.”

He stands up weakly out of his chair, towering over you. Out of nowhere, he recklessly throws his arms around you, collapsing into you like you’re the only thing in the world that can hold him up.

“I’m scared i’ll let you down.” He mumbles against your hair.

“You won’t,” You whisper into his chest. “You’re my everything, it’s impossible for you to let me down. If anything, I’ll be the one to let you down.”

He rests his chin delicately on the apex of your head. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t ever say that.” You pull back just enough to look up at him, shooting him a hurt look. “I love you, even when you’re the sleep deprived, dramatic, 3AM Martin.”

That gets a choked out laugh out of him.

Yet through the laughter, a solemn tear rolls down his cheek; a tear that threatens to escapes.

“Oh, Tini.” You sigh.

This time, you pull him in, gripping your arms tightly around his waist. You plant your head on his chest, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat thumping against your ear. Even his heart sounds tired.

He strokes the back of your head in careful strokes, like he’s scared of damaging you.

“I’ll be okay, i’m okay,” He sniffles. “I’ll always be okay if i’m with you.”

“Martin you know i’ll always be here, but I need you to know when to stop too. I can’t stand seeing you overwork yourself to exhaustion like this. I know you’re not alright.”

His heartbeat rises.

“I’ll do my best for us, okay?” Martin mutters.

“I’m only okay if you’re okay too,” You reply. “So don’t push yourself this hard.”

“I’m scared if I don’t, I’ll fail. I’ll fail at everything, what’s the point of being a leader if I can’t even take care of myself?”

“You’ve been given this role because you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, you take care of everyone, and that’s something not a lot of people can do. That’s why you’re so loved, your fans love you, your members love you, I love you.”

He looks up, refusing to look at the precious being he was holding as if one glance would break him completely. And for a while, his eyes stayed locked on the ceiling, blinking fast, like he could blink away the sting in his eyes before it all spilled. You could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, each inhale slow and measured yet every exhale shaky at the edges. He holds the pain in his chest.

“Do you think I have what it takes?” He asks weakly.

With all the courage he has in him, he looks down at you.

You reach up on your tiptoes, taking his head in your hands, brushing his cheek delicately. Martin leans into your touch like he’d forgotten how to breathe and you were the only source of air. A sound comes from his throat - raw and fragile, his words threatening to not come out.

“You have more than what it takes,” you reply whilst stroking his warm cheeks. “I see the way you stay up late, perfecting these songs, I see the way you take the blame when things go wrong, I see you. I see all of you.”

A delicate smile broke through despite his stress, it was shaky and crooked but it was real. A real, genuine smile from Martin.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you too.”

Slowly, he crouches over and leaves a gentle, soft kiss on your forehead. And just through his kiss, you can tell he means every word he says. This boy loves you more than anything, and you can feel it too.

“Thank you, for seeing me.”

You promise to always see him, every single part of him.

Always.

♥︎ in which you spend the night in the dance studio with martin

— idol!martin, nonidol!reader, fem!reader, fluff, skinship, kissing, nicknames, sarcasm

The dance studio was always empty late at night; you and Martin made it your little routine to spend time together when he’s practicing new choreography. When his schedule becomes busy, he made up for it by always inviting you to his solo practices.

You’re neatly curled up on a bench by the wall, facing the large mirrors. Your knees are tucked tightly into your chest, as you watch Martin in his element. As the speakers blast his newest track, he effortlessly glides across the floor, pivoting and flowing with ease. Something about watching Martin dance is hypnotising, it's as if he felt every beat in his body.

He’d been practicing the same sequence for at least 40 minutes now, his shirt sticking to his toned figure with dark patches splotching on his chest and back. Sweat drips down his chiselled jaw to his defined collarbones, and, even with his hair wet, it still manages to frame his face perfectly. 

You’re in awe. 

That’s when he notices you staring from the mirror. 

“Babe, I can’t focus.” He whines, breathing hard while crouched over, with his hands on his knees.

“Somebody has to critique!” You say, innocently. You were definitely just staring because you couldn’t believe such beauty was your boyfriend. 

“You’re distracting, I can’t focus when the love of my life is looking at me!”

You hold your hands up in surrender, “Sorry, not sorry!”

Then, you blow him a little kiss from across the room. 

He gasps dramatically, and does that thing where he runs laps around the studio, screaming. Why? Because that’s just what he does, you’ll never understand why but you’re used to it by now. Even though, his screams do pierce your eardrums every time. 

After a few minutes of yelling and running, he jogs over to you, like a golden retriever. Then, without warning, Martin flops down like his legs have given up on him, and lays his head in your lap. Naturally, he closes his eyes in tiredness. 

“You’re soaking me with your sweat, Tini,” You say, tilting his head at an angle and wiping a bead that threatens to fall away with the hem of your sleeve. 

“Good,” He nuzzles into your thighs, “That means i’m working hard.” 

You roll your eyes playfully at the man-child lying on you, but of course you’d never move. And, you especially don’t care your joggers are now damp, you found being Martin’s girlfriend also means being a personal pillow. No matter where, he’d always find your lap to lay on, even in the most inconvenient spaces. 

He opens his eyes slowly to meet your gaze, and grins. 

“Okay Mrs Edwards, if you’re my critic, then how did I do?” he cooes. 

You aimlessly look around the room, tapping your chin like you’re actually deep in thought. Obviously, you know he did amazing but a little teasing wouldn’t harm anybody, especially not Martin. 

“Hm,” You ponder, “I think a 6/10, you keep doing that silly thing with your face.” 

“What silly thing?” He gasps, offended, like you’ve just insulted his entire bloodline. 

“You know,” You scrunch your face up and stick your tongue out a bit, doing your best impression of ‘I’m Martin, the coolest guy around’, “Like that.” 

He squirms around, like a fish out of water, whipping his head away from you. You can’t help but laugh at his cuteness. It’s so easy to tease Martin and yet he always gives the best reactions. 

You slap his arm playfully, “I’m joking baby, you were great.” 

When he looks back at you, he’s pouty, his eyebrows furrowed into his hairline. “Yeah, I know I was. I’m the coolest guy around.” He groans through exaggerated ‘hmph’ noises. 

“Now come on, get back to practicing.” 

“I’m not motivated anymore.” He says, shaking his head like he’s making a point.

God, every day you fall more and more for this silly boy. 

That’s when you feel it - the fluttery little urge in your chest to squeeze Martin with all the love you have. 

“I know what’ll help.” 

“Sure you do, and what’s that?” 

You don’t answer, instead you lean down to his forehead and place a gentle, loving kiss. A layer of salty sweat laces your lips but you don’t mind. 

He stares at you for a beat longer than usual, then blinks. Even though he’s already a bit red from dancing, you can see his natural flush rising to his cheeks. “Wha-“ 

Before he can even say anything else, you plaster playful, sloppy kisses on his nose, his cheeks, his forehead repeatedly with fast and messy motions. 

“Okay! Okay! I’m motivated!” He says between giggles, trying to push himself off of you but you’re holding him down tightly. Luckily for you, since he’s lying down, you have the upper advantage. 

You finally pull back, a satisfied grin forming on your lips. “Sorry, you’re just cute.”

He sits up rapidly, processes it, and points to himself like you’ve accused him of the most heinous crime. “Me? cute?” 

“So much, I hate you for it.” You say, deadpan. 

“Oh, so that’s how we are gonna be?” He asks, a mischievous hint in his voice. 

Gently, he places a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you close. And before you can react, he kisses you, soft and slow. His lips are smooth, warm. You sigh into the kiss and you can’t help it - you melt. Your hands tangling in his hair, gripping onto him like you’re afraid he could disappear. His arms soon tighten around you, until there’s no space between you anymore, just the warmth of your two bodies against each other. 

You feel him smile against your lips, and you can’t help but smile back. When he pulls back, he drops his forehead onto yours. You’re both a little breathless. 

“See, i’m cool not cute.” He whispers. 

You whack his chest playfully, pushing him back then shoving a shooing motion in front of his face. “I’m not joking tini, get practicing!” 

Things were perfect like this, just you and Martin. Everything and everyone else would fade away, leaving you two in your own little world. And god, it’s a world you want to stay in forever. 

hi anon! i would absolutely love to write this for you! tysm for reading my fics i’m so glad you enjoy them,,, i’ll start working on this soon so please keep ur eye out for it <3

𑣲⋆｡˚ in which you find ur bf juhoon crying, alone.

— bf!juhoon , fem!reader , skinship , kissing , tears , emotion , weakness, sad!juhoon, comforting!reader

AU note: hi everyone! im so grateful for the amount of love i’ve been receiving,,, im genuinely shocked. im so happy you guys are enjoying my writing! the ending of this got a little rushed as it is 2AM but, I hope you guys love reading this as much as i liked writing it ILY <3

Juhoon is never the nonchalant boy everyone assumes he is; he’s the opposite. People often mistake his calmness as nonchalance, but you know that he feels more than everyone, he loves deeply, he feels deeply and he wants to be love. He’s never been the boy to shrug off his emotions and say he ‘doesn’t care’, he feels it all so heavily, especially when he’s alone. 

That’s why when you came to the dorm to surprise your boyfriend Juhoon, nothing could’ve prepared you for your heart to ache so strongly. 

You figured you’d surprise him - slip into his bed, nuzzle into the crook of his neck, or maybe just scare him for a laugh. 

The lights are off but his shoes are still by the door, the keys are still in their bowl and his jacket is hung lazily. 

He’s definitely home. 

“Jju?” You called out, but there was no answer, just silence. 

Then you heard it.

You carefully took off your shoes, placing them neatly by the door and padded through the corridor. 

Approaching his bedroom, you hear a sound that doesn’t belong to Juhoon. Not the Juhoon you’re familiar with anyways. Not the cheerful Juhoon that loves sharing animal videos to you. The sound is small, weak and punched out. 

Your heart skips a beat. 

You slowly push open the bedroom door to see your boyfriend, Juhoon, in a small shrivelled up ball by his bed - not in it, just resting against the mattress with his knees locked to his chest. 

He’s crying. 

Not the type of dramatic crying on TV where you weap and throw yourself around, it’s the silent, ugly cry where all you can do is raise a hand to your mouth to muffle any sounds. His eyes are squeezed shut, one hand grasping a pillow so tightly his knuckles are white and his face is streamed in tears. 

He hasn’t seen you yet, but the sight of your Juhoon like this broke every single piece of you. Your baby, your lifeline, your everything, is huddled up crying and the worst part of it is that he’s alone. He didn’t tell you anything.

“Juhoon?” Your voice came out broken and shaky. 

You can see it then, his whole body locks up. His eyes snap open, meeting your gaze. But his eyes are full of so much despair, they looked red raw and wrecked. He scrambles to his face, aggressively wiping the tears away like they were never there.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” He said, shuffling awkwardly in his clothes.

At this point, you feel like you’ve failed him. You shut the door behind you and crawl next to him, sitting together on the cold floor together, shoulder to shoulder. 

“Why didn’t you call me?” You ask. 

His head drops.

“I didn’t want to burden you or anything.” His voice cracks.

“Baby, what?” You lift his fragile head by his chin, forcing him to look at you. “What’s going on?” 

A breath punches out of him, from his gut. His shoulders shake and he buries his head into your chest, you hold him, cradle him. You leave soft kisses in his hair, rubbing his back in slow small circular motions. 

Then he says it: 

“I don’t want to lose you.” 

You feel your heart crack straight down the middle. 

Instinctively, you hold him even tighter. Squeezing the love of your life in your arms. It’s not often Juhoon cries but when he does, you’d do anything to make it stop. To protect him from any hurt in the world. 

“Jju look at me.”

He shakes his head, sniffling into you. 

“Please?” You add. 

And this costs him, he looks at you. His eyes are rimmed red and you can tell he’s been scrubbing at them: fighting his tears. God, it’s devastating.

“I just thought about us, about you,” He says, just above a whisper. “I thought about a life where you wouldn’t be with me.” 

You gently thumb a tear off his blushed cheek. “I would never,” You kiss his forehead. “Never, ever leave you. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He answers, like he’s confessing a crime. “I love you so much-“ his breath hitches, “it hurts to even imagine living without you and I don’t know what to do, it’s so scary needing you like this.” 

This time, he pulls you in desperately, clinging to your shirt like you might disappear any second. He almost stumbles into you, like you’re the only thing holding him up.  

“I’m not going anywhere, i’ve got you, I promise.” You reply, rocking him back and forth. 

Juhoon is taller than you, but in this moment you hold him like he’s the smallest, most delicate thing on this planet. 

When he pulls back, he leans his forehead on yours, taking in your scent. You lay a soft peck onto his lips, and he returns it. The kiss is slow and weak but full of so much love, a type of love you can’t define with words. His lips are salty and swollen, ever so slightly quivering under the pressure of yours. After, you stay in that position for a while, embracing each other in silence. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you,” Juhoon says weakly, “I just wanted to be easy for you. I don’t want to make your life difficult.” 

You cup his face in your hands, his cheeks are still damp and warm. 

“Loving you is the easiest thing i’ve ever done,” You say. “And i’m here for you, whenever you need me, especially when you’re sad.” 

He melts into your touch, kissing the inside of your palm. 

____________________________________________________

The crying has stopped 10 minutes ago, maybe even 20. Time moves weirdly when your heart is heavy. 

You and Juhoon are in bed together, he insisted on just staying on the floor but you couldn’t let that happen. It didn’t make any sense. He’s a tangle of shame next to you, half under the covers, half out. His face is still blotchy and stained with tears, and you can tell that he doesn’t want you to see him like this. But you do, you see all of him. 

You’re on your side, one hand on his chest, feeling his heart rate slowly start to come down. 

“I’m embarrassed,” He admits. “I’m not supposed to do that.” 

“Cry?” You question. 

He looks at you directly in the eyes. “Need you like that.” 

Your chest aches once again and you shift closer, as close as you possibly can. You throw your legs over his. 

“Too bad,” You murmur into his shirt. “Because, I need you too.” 

Then slowly, scared you’ll change your mind, he holds your waist. The moonlight is cutting across his face and you can see his eyes are still puffy, he looks so fragile like this. 

Later, you know you’ll laugh about this together but for now, you kiss him with every inch of love you have. 

“you’re pretty in my mess.”

⋆.𐙚 ̊ ur boyfriend james insists on doing your makeup, and unfortunately he wins the battle.

—🎥 fem!reader x bf!james , fluff , skinship , kissing , dark humour <3

You don’t quite know how you’ve ended up here but, here you are, perched on your bathroom counter, legs swinging whilst James is stood in between them. 

“Okay, i’ve seen you do this a hundred times,” he says, opening your concealer like it’s an undiscovered specimen of some sort. “This can’t be too hard.” 

You’re already fighting back a painful laugh when he starts to lean in with the concealer, but to your lips. He’s got a look which says ‘this must be right’ plastered on his face, way too focused yet still miserably failing. James placed his hand delicately on your jaw, his thumb under your chin, tilting up your head to meet his eyes. 

“Here goes nothing.” He says, zero trust in his eyes.

He does his first swatch of his masterpiece. 

“Does this beauty regime include using my concealer as lip gloss?” You question between giggles, a beige smear at the corner of your mouth. 

You can’t help but giving him a playful kiss on the lips. He makes this noise, not a word, more like a “huh?”, his hands frozen in place, still gripping your concealer, like someone hit a pause button on him. For a second, he’s just stood there, his lips parted with shock. He loved when you gave him these kisses full of surprise yet overwhelming love. 

“What was that for baby?” He questions, slightly star struck.

“Nothing,” You reply “You’re just cute.” 

He stares at you for a beat. Then he laughs - shocked, wrecked, like you’ve knocked every single thought out of him, looking down shyly.

“But you better fix my lips.” You add. 

It’s like his whole body restarts at your warning, he looks up at you, eyes widening, and then back down to your lips, he eagerly tries to wipe it off with his thumb but just ends up smearing it all over your chin. He steps back to try and assess what he’s done, his eyebrows furrow into his hairline and scratches his head like he’s reviewing the mona lisa, a stain of concealer on the corner of his lips that makes you stare in admiration.

“Right, nothing a little eyeshadow can’t fix.” He states, still ever so slightly stunned but ready to lock in. 

Honestly, you’ve prepared yourself to look like a clown after he’s done, but hey, anything to make your boyfriend happy.

He rambles through your makeup bag, pulling out your favourite eyeshadow palette of beautiful nude colours, ranging from mahogany brown to pale beige. 

James opens the palette and assesses each colour with deep concentration, his eyes lighting up when he sees the dark maroon, the corner of his lips pulled up with mischief. You know exactly where this is going to go but you just give in, he’s already this far into ruining your face, you may go all the way. 

“Close your eyes, trust me” He says, rubbing his middle finger into the eyeshadow.

“I trust you with my life Jami, just not my eyelids.” 

But, it’s already too late, he’s carelessly tapping the pigment onto your eyelid. You open your other eye that hasn’t been ruined yet and see him standing there with his tongue poking out the side, is this supposed to help him? 

He pulls back, horrified. “If anyone sees you, i’d be charged with assault and battery.” 

The comment caught you so off guard you couldnt help but hit his chest, you both laugh together for what feels like forever, until he’s crouched on the floor, stomach hurting from laughing too much. 

“Okay, one more step.” He says, weak at the knees, his eyes glazed with tears.

Blush is the next step he chooses, he pumps the brush so hard against the powder there’s a cloud of pink dust wafting into the air between you two. There’s specks of blush everywhere, in your hair, on the mirror and possibly in your mouth.

The brush tickles your cheek, he’s gentle with the way he treats you, maybe not the same case when it comes to getting the product out. You appreciated that about James though, he was always sure to treat you like a princess, he wouldn’t ever hurt you. You just wished that same concept applied to your expensive makeup.

He does his ‘finishing touches’ and shuts the blush compact, like he’s a champion chess player hitting the clock after checkmate. 

“Take a look at my masterpiece.” 

You spin around to the mirror behind you, one eye looks like you’ve been punched, your lips are painted beige giving you the sick patient look. And your cheeks are so red it looks like you’ve been violently slapped. 

“Jami, I look like a crime scene.” You say, shocked. You knew it was gonna be bad but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you see in the reflection. James is stood proudly in the back, arms crossed and his mouth still laced with a concealer coloured kiss mark. 

He clearly didn’t notice as one moment and he’s smiling, and the next he’s up against the counter rubbing his mouth violently. 

“Take it off,” He groans, but he’s smiling. He likes the mark you’ve left on him. “I didn’t consent to getting my makeup done too!” 

You shake your head, grabbing his shoulder to make him face you, and pull him closer by the hem of his shirt, “Nope you did this to me, now we can match.” and you kiss him again, this time more slow and intentional. 

He makes a muffled protest against your mouth, but he gives in like he always does, hands sliding around your waist. And when you pull back, his whole mouth is stained, like he’s just eaten a powdered donut. You expect more teasing, but instead he raises his hands your face, well the not ruined parts of it. He does this thing, gazing over, admiring the mess he’s made.

“You do look like a crime scene,” he says. “But,only the prettiest crime scene ever.” 

You roll your eyes at him, “Of course you say that, you turned me into this mess!”

“I don’t have to say anything,” this time whispering into your ear, “I say it because it’s true, you’re pretty in my mess.”

You feel the heat start to rise to your cheeks, luckily it would go unnoticed since you’re already painted an unusual shade of pink. 

“Idiot, i’m never letting you near my face again.” 

“Hm, we will see about that.” 

‘I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU’

—— bf!cortis x fem!reader

ʚɞ skinship , fluff , kissing , romance <33

┃ JAMES: words of affirmation 

He is an affirmation lover boy. There’s not a single day that James doesn’t remind you of how beautiful you are to him, he’s not afraid to love loudly. Since the day you started dating he would always tell you he’s the luckiest man on earth, and he shows you off like you’re his treasure. He loves to celebrate you out loud, telling everyone you accomplished something and you’re “his girl”. He LOVES to hype you up before any big event, saying things like “the world is lucky to have you, not the other way round. And the most endearing part, he apologises with his words AND actions, making the time to realise he hurt you and won’t ever make the same mistakes. 

┃ JUHOON: quality time 

As much as he loves being next to you and cuddling you, just being in the same vicinity as you is enough for Juhoon, your presence alone brings him so much joy and comfort he doesn’t feel the need to be close to you. He admires you from afar, taking in your beauty without saying words. Whenever you two hangout, he turns his phone off and puts it face down somewhere, giving all his time attention to you, like you’re the only thing in the room. 

┃ MARTIN: physical touch 

He ADORES knowing he can touch you at any time, to him being able to have a simple hand on your thigh affirms to him that you’re his and only his. When you’re together, but not cuddling, he follows you around like a puppy, back hugging you and lifting you off your feet into silly princess hugs. You’re his girl and he wants you to know that, even if it means clinging onto you in public and suffocating you with his cuddles before bed. 

┃ SEONGHYEON: acts of service 

In his eyes, he just wants to be the most reliable person in your life. He works hard to make sure your life is as easy as possible, doing errands without you even asking. Seonghyeon does the small things like cleaning up after you, moving your shoes to the door after you fling them off, learns how you like things done AKA your coffee, the way you like your clothes folded and the order you start your morning routine in. He even puts the toothpaste on your brush for you in advance. 

┃ KEONHO : giving gifts 

Without failure, he is always the most unpredictable person. Sometimes he shows up to your door randomly with flowers and lego’s, sometimes even toilet paper because he knew you were running low. He keeps a mental note in his head of things you need, running out of lipstick? Boom. Next day he’s at your door with 5 new colours because ‘he didn’t know which one you’d like so he chose them all’. 

pairings: idol!martin x fem!reader

tags: loverboy!martin, skinship, fluff, kisses

playlist: Thinking out loud - ed sheeran, Nan chun - Se so neon, Can’t help falling in love with - Elvis Presley, Pretty boy - the neighbourhood 

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO makes multiple playlists for you to listen to, his favourite way of bonding with you is sharing his music!

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO plans spontaneous date nights ‘just because’ he missed you, which always ends up in him falling asleep after using all his energy. 

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO gets sulky when you don’t kiss him back, not that you don’t want to, but because you find him getting stroppy afterwards adorable. He follows you around with his lips still pouted and going “Hey!” until you kiss him back.

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO let’s you sit on his lap when he’s creating music in the studio, he insists you being there as it helps him spark creativity, and when you try to get up he gets pouty.

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO keeps your hairband on his wrist as a little reminder of you. 

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO has a folder of you in his phone called “my girl” where he adds every photo of you, even the ones with you open mouth drooling whilst asleep. He adores you.

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO loves dressing you up like his little doll, he loves especially when you wear his clothes because they’re so oversized on you

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO gets cuteness aggression towards you a lot, you will be doing something simple like brushing your hair and he will pounce on you, leaving wet kisses all over your face

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO loves singing with the guitar whilst you cook food or do your makeup, even when it gets a bit distracting he insists playing for you

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO sends silly, over the top photos of himself when you’re on your period just to make you laugh

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO loves giving eskimo nose kisses just to see you giggle, it’s his favourite kiss with you, a kiss that says “I love you” without words.

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO steals kisses when you least expect it just because he thinks you look pretty, it catches you off guard every time.

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO will scoop you up into 'squishy' bear hugs and spin you around because you’re his princess

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO makes pillow forts with your just for the ultimate snuggle!

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO secretly likes being the little spoon sometimes, he loves feeling like he’s being taken cared of even if he puts on the reliable big man facade. 

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO hates when you’re not together, whenever you’re apart he will spam you messages asking what you’re up to and if you’re still thinking about him, because he’s always thinking about you. 

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ʚ♡ɞ BF!MARTIN WHO loves to challenge you to weird competitions like 'who can finish their food the fastest' and he always lets you win anyways…

“𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝔀𝓮’𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼?”

𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂: In which you spend a cozy night in with your first love KIM JUHOON.

❤︎⁠ Juhoon x fem!reader, Fluff, Skinship, Kissing, Juhoon!Idol, Reader!NonIdol, Calm!bf

When existing felt like fragile paper links in the rain, and the world promised nothing but more thunderstorms - there’s you and Juhoon, and the world pauses for a moment - savouring every delicate moment together. In hard times, hanging out in your room with Jju was your sanctuary; your safe place. 

Juhoon was sat at the edge of your bed, guitar resting on his knee. You watched him carefully, seeing the slow motion of his fingers slowly plucking at the strings. You loved this, You loved Juhoon. He would always play his favourite Daniel Ceaser songs on repeat, so much that you nearly got tired of hearing them so much. You shuffled out from under your fluffy blanket and wrapped a soft embrace around him from behind, resting your chin in the crook of his neck, taking in his subtle, baby powder like scent.

He paused for a moment. 

“Hm?” He whispered. 

“Nothing, I just wanted to be closer to you.” You said, nuzzling into him like a puzzle piece sliding into place. 

“You’re doing a good job at that,” Juhoon chuckled under his breath, placing his guitar gently against the bedframe. “I like it.” 

You leaned into him, leaving a featherlight kiss upon his cheek. You gave another, and another until the tickles got to him, he giggled and squirmed underneath you. Quiet nights like this with Jju were unmatched, just you, the love of your life and the silence of the world. You gently let go of the grasp you had around him and fell back into bed, tapping beside you. He knows exactly what that means. You smiled at him cheekily, your head ever so slightly tilting to the side, that “come here” look he knows all too well. 

The corner of his lips curled into a smirk, his gaze so intent and pure it felt like he was already holding you, just with his eyes. Those perfect brown eyes of his always drove you crazy. Juhoon waded through the messy sheets, and shuffled in next to you, the mattress dipping with his weight. If you could, you’d spend the rest of your time like this with him, but his schedules keep him busy. Every moment you spend with him is a moment you have to treasure.

He slowly, slid one arm around you, the other firmly around your waist. His chest met your back and you stayed like that for a while, until he lets a warm breath escape his lips, the warmth hitting the rim of your ear, sending shivers straight through you.

“Hi,” He murmured against you, tucking his chin over your shoulder, like a cat curling into a ray of sun. He pulled you in closer, you found it cute that his heartbeat still pounded ridiculously loud, even after all this time dating, you were his weakness. He paused for a beat, and let out another content huff; this is exactly where he wanted to be.

You rolled over to see your precious boyfriend, greeted to see the view of his eyes shut, his eyelashes fluttering every now and then. Seeing him like this made your heart melt. This was your Juhoon. 

“Hi, my love.” You replied, gently tracing your finger over his thick eyelashes, counting each individual strand. Even this close, you couldn’t find a single flaw about him. Every small defect on his skin was just another reason why you loved him. The delicate sensation on his eyelids must’ve triggered him; he slowly opened his eyes. When your gaze met, his smile came slow, pulling the corners of his mouth up involuntarily. Jju had that kind of smile that made any empty room feel smaller, and any room warmer. He leaned in, the tip of his nose meeting yours, and rubbed it slowly in circular motions. He was so close you could feel his warmth radiating off of him. 

The gentle sound of rain knocked on your windows, its droplets a cacophony of harmony. You both embraced each other like that for a while, no words were ever needed with you two.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” He said, breaking the silence. 

“One day, we will be able to wake up like this and go to sleep the same way, every single day.” You replied. And you meant every word of it, you truly see your future with nobody but Juhoon. 

His smile spread, and you knew what was coming. He planted a slow, unhurried kiss to your lips, just soft enough to feel yet firm enough to melt into. You give into him, your hands reaching up to embrace his cheek. 

It was a perfect way to end your night. A kiss that said “I love you.” Without any words.

“𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎!”

❤︎⁠kissing, fluff, skinship, nicknames, martin x fem!reader martin!idol / reader!nonidol grumpy!reader loverboy!martin stupid!martin

𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂: Martin thinks you’re the most fragile thing on earth, but when it’s that time of the month he makes a deadly mistake of pulling a “funny” prank on you.

𝙰𝚄 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴: Hi hi, this is my first ever mini martin ff! I haven’t proof read yet so please excuse any mistakes but I hope you enjoy,,, pls comment ur suggestions below <3

That time of the month has never been easy for you, in fact it’s not easy for most people that get periods but something about when it’s your turn, you couldn’t be more emotional. Everything feels ten times harder and every minor inconvenience feels like you’ve ran a marathon, whilst being chased by a mountain lion. But, Martin has always taken good care of you. However, your love for Martin can’t even hold back the monstrosity of what a period does to hormones.

You were curled up on the sofa, knees tightly tucked into your chest to make the cramps just a bit more bearable, but of course to no surprise the pain won’t go away that easily. You had your favourite blanket wrapped around your aching body, trying to find comfort amidst the pain. That’s when Martin came back from a quick trip to the convenience store, after you had practically told him your life would be over if you didn’t have your favourite, chocolate ice cream. As soon as he made contact with your small frame tucked away in the blanket with a frustrated look in your eyes, he couldn't help himself but to come and see his precious girlfriend.

“Hey baby, you doing okay?” He softly questioned, crouching next to you, stroking your hair with such delicacy it could’ve seemed like he was carving the most intricate statue.

“Hi Tini, I just really need some TLC,” You nestled ur head into his hand, taking in all his warmth. “I think I’ll die if I don’t get some cuddles.”

Your cute remark couldn't help but make Martin smile, his beautiful dimple that you’re so familiar with deepening in his flushed cheeks. He moved the hand that was once caressing your head to your cheek. In slow motions, he brushed his fingers over your soft face.

“Alright then princess, scooch up.”

You slowly uncurled yourself from your pathetic heap in the corner of the sofa to make room for your boyfriend, Martin was always down for cuddles but something about seeing you in pain from something you can’t control, made his heart ache. He wished he could do something to take away just a bit of the pain but the best thing he could do was just to be there with you, even if sometimes he horribly planned his jokes.

Martin placed himself next to you, joining you under the blanket, warm and toasty, just how you two loved to cuddle. The warmth of his big frame gave instant comfort, you loved being swallowed by Martin’s arms, it’s a place that truly felt like home. As natural as it always is, he throws his arms out, gesturing you to come lie and on chest, and so you do. You nestle into his warmth, the beautiful sound of his heartbeat filling your ears, his natural scent calming every bit of pain you were just experiencing.

“You grabbed my ice cream from the store, right?” You asked, whilst martin laid a comforting hand on your lower abdomen to aid some discomfort. You loved when he did that.

He cleared his throat. “About that.”

The sheer tone of his voice made you shoot your head up instantly, his gaze fixed on the plastic bag on the floor.

“What,” You snapped. “Where’s the ice cream, what happened, I need it tini! I can’t survive without it!” and just like that, every bit of romance and warm tingly feeling that engulfed your body turned into a lump in your throat, your eyes starting to well with tears. This wasn’t just ice cream, this was everything you wanted in that moment and the pure thought of not having it was life ending news.

“I’m sorry baby, they sold out of the one you like, and I know you only want that certain brand right now.” He said, rubbing small circular motions on your shoulder.

In defeat, you laid your head back onto his chest, everything was officially ruined. The world was truly and utterly about to end for you. What were you supposed to do without your beloved ice cream? The more and more you thought about it the more your eyes started to sting, it’s not normal for you to cry over a bit of ice cream but something about it this time was truly devastating. You tried to fight back every tear that threatened to fall, it was simply too embarrassing to cry over some treats. But it was no use, you buried your face deeper into his shirt, trying not to make it obvious you were crying. However, the wet patches on Martin’s shirt was soon to reach his skin.

He tilts your chin up, looking down to see you, a tear slowly rolling down your cheek, nose red, bottom lip ever so slightly quivering, trying to fight back tears. His eyes widen, he straightened his posture immediately, a look of concern, guilt and fear washed all over his face.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on,” He cupped your cheek wiping a solemn tear that dared to fall. “I’m sorry.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he was sorry for, but just hearing him say the words made you even more emotional. He messily left soft pecks all over your forehead, cradling you into his arms.

“I’m sorry baby, i’m sorry i’m joking,” He muffled between wet forehead kisses, “I’m sorry I don’t know why I thought it was appropriate to do that.”

By then, it was already too late, not only were you crying over your ice cream, you were now also crying over the fact your boyfriend thought it’d be funny to prank you on top of it. You sit up and hit Martin on the chest repeatedly, his face covered in guilt.

“Martin, you can’t do that.” You say.

“I know baby, please don’t cry, I was stupid,” He pulled you in again, his hand on the back of your head, forcing it to go back where it once was. “I won’t make a joke when you’re on your period again, okay?”

He rocked you back and forth in his arms, endlessly leaving soft kisses in your hair.

You hated martin in this moment, but most of all your period for making you so sensitive.

Martin let go for a brief second and reached over the side of the couch, rustling through his plastic bag, and to the great glory he pulled out your favourite, double chocolate chip ice cream.

The immense sight of seeing your dream come to life in front of you, you thought would’ve made you happy, but the sheer relief of seeing it just made you cry more.

“Okay, okay let’s eat!” Martin said eagerly, trying to make sure no more tears would fall at his expense.

He looked back at you to see your tear streaked face, his eyebrows furrowed into his hairline, his eyes ever so slightly softening. He felt terrible, he knew he could be stupid sometimes but seeing you cry because of him was a feeling he just couldn’t handle. You are his world.

“I’m so sorry beautiful, I can’t stand seeing you like this.” He said, his eyes starting to glisten just a tad.

He laid a soft, apologetic kiss to your salty laced lips, it was tender. And you can’t help but just melt into him, your lips working together in harmony. When you both pull away,he rests his forehead on yours, letting go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

After all, you couldnt truly hate him ever, especially when he gets your favourite ice cream.

❤︎⁠ Martin x fem!reader

❤︎⁠ PG friendly,, all fluff :3

𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂: ur silly bf martin is just too cute not to show off on the gram!