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── bsf!martin x fem!reader ☆ in which martin couldn’t keep tolerating your love for another guy! ⟡ warnings: fluff! slight angst! kissing! ☆│enjoy!🫶🏻

the rain had been falling for hours by the time you and martin stumbled through the door of his small dorm apartment, both of you soaked to the skin and laughing like you always did when the weather decided to turn against you.

childhood friends since you were seven, the kind of bond that had survived scraped knees, high school drama, and now new college life on the same campus. you never questioned how natural it felt to end up here with him after a night out.

martin had been quietly in love with you for as long as he could remember. a feeling he kept tucked away behind easy smiles and late night talks. but tonight the storm outside seemed to mirror something restless inside him.

you shook water from your hair, droplets flying everywhere, and martin locked the door behind you with a soft click. "god, that came out of nowhere” you said between giggles, peeling off your wet jacket.

he nodded, his tall frame dripping onto the welcome mat, but his mind was already on the way you had spent the evening ranting about the guy you liked. the one who kept stringing you along with vague texts and half promises. it annoyed him more than he would ever admit, a low burn in his chest that he swallowed down like always.

"let me find you something dry” martin offered, heading toward his bedroom while you waited in the living room, still chuckling about how the downpour had caught you both unprepared.

he rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, both well worn from years of use. when he handed them over, you held the hoodie up and laughed softly. "these are huge, martin. i could probably fit another person in here with me."

he smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching despite the tension he felt. "yeah, well, perfect fit for movie night then” he joked back, keeping his tone light even as your earlier words about the other guy echoed in his head.

you disappeared into the bathroom to change, and when you emerged, the sweatpants pooled around your ankles and the hoodie hung past your thighs like a soft tent. another quiet laugh escaped you. "i look ridiculous” you said, tugging at the sleeves that swallowed your hands.

martin watched from the doorway, his heart doing that familiar flip it always did around you, but he just shook his head. "i think it’s a perfect fit."

you grabbed the hairdryer from under the sink yourself and plugged it in near the couch, motioning that you could handle it. "i've got it, no worries" you said, reaching for the cord.

but martin stepped closer, his hand brushing yours gently as he took the dryer from you. "let me” he insisted softly, his voice carrying that familiar warmth mixed with something quieter. "you've been out in the rain too, and i don't mind. just sit, okay?"

you hesitated for a second, then nodded, settling on the edge of the cushion as he plugged it in properly and turned it to the lowest setting.

he started at the roots, his fingers gently separating strands as warm air flowed over them. each pass was slow, deliberate, the heat chasing away the chill from the storm while his free hand brushed lightly against your neck to keep the hair from tangling.

you closed your eyes, leaning into the sensation without thinking. the feeling of it settled between you like a quiet secret, the way his touch lingered just a second longer than necessary, the careful way he worked through every section without rushing.

your scalp tingled pleasantly under the warmth, and a soft sigh left your lips as the tension from the wet night eased away. martin focused on the task, but every brush of his knuckles against your skin sent a small spark through him, a reminder of how long he had wanted to be this close without the barrier of friendship. he moved the dryer in gentle circles, letting the air dry the lengths thoroughly, his breathing steady even as his mind raced with everything he had held back for years.

"remember when we used to hide from storms like this in your old treehouse?" you murmured, breaking the comfortable silence with one of your usual funny stories. "you always brought those stale cookies your mom made, and we'd pretend they were gourmet."

martin chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. "and you always ate the chocolate chips first. i had to fight for the crumbs."

you smiled at the memory, your shoulders relaxing further under his touch. "yeah, and you always acted like you didn't care but you'd sneak the last one when you thought i wasn't looking."

he laughed again, a little fuller this time. "i can’t say no, though... those cookies were terrible but somehow they used to taste better back then."

he finished one side and switched to the other, his fingers now tracing slow paths to check for damp spots. the touch feather light and grounding.

"what about that time we tried to build a fort in the rain with just blankets?" you asked, keeping the conversation light. "we ended up soaked and your mom grounded us for a week."

martin nodded, moving the dryer in careful arcs. "worth it though. we had the best hot chocolate after, even if it was just from the packet."

the moment stretched, delicate and unhurried. you felt the heat from the dryer seep into your skin, relaxing muscles you hadn't realized were tight, while martin's presence behind you created a bubble of safety amid the rain outside.

his hand rested briefly on your shoulder as he adjusted the angle, and you leaned back just enough to feel the steady rhythm of his breathing. it was the kind of closeness that spoke without words, built from years of shared history, yet tonight it carried an illusion neither of you named yet. he worked delicately, drying the ends last, making sure every strand was soft and warm before he even considered stopping.

when he finally turned the dryer off, the sudden quiet felt heavier. you opened your eyes and smiled up at him. "thanks, that felt amazing."

martin nodded, setting the device aside, smiling.

you sighed, "anyway, back to what i was saying about him. he texted me again right before the rain started, something vague like 'we should hang soon' but never follows through. it's so frustrating, you know?"

martin’s expression had shifted, the subtle annoyance resurfacing as you started talking again. he stood up and started walking to the kitchen.

you followed him into the kitchen as he grabbed a bag of popcorn and started the microwave, your voice filling the space with the same rant from earlier, “like i don’t understand! he either likes me or he’s just playing a game!”

martin stayed quiet, measuring out the time on the machine with precise movements, his jaw tight but his face neutral. the kernels began to pop softly inside, filling the air with a buttery scent. but he didn't respond, just listened as you paced a little, gesturing with your hands.

“and then-“ you eyed him after a moment, noticing the silence. "hey, what's wrong? you've been quiet since we got here."

he shrugged, pulling the popcorn out and pouring it into a bowl. "nothing, just tired from the rain maybe."

but you pressed, your voice rising slightly with frustration. "come on, martin, you've been off all night. did i say something?"

he turned then, the bowl in his hands forgotten, and the words tumbled out in a rush he couldn't hold back anymore. his voice was intense, edged with years of quiet longing turned sharp. "it's not nothing. it's you talking about him like he's the only one who matters, when i've been here the whole time, since we were kids, loving you in a way that never goes away. every time you mention him it feels like a slap in my face, because i want it to be me you come to like that, not some guy who doesn't even see you properly. i've loved you forever, and it's driving me crazy keeping it in."

you stood there, speechless. the popcorn bowl between you suddenly feeling like a barrier as you processed his words.

martin rambled on, his hands gesturing now, the anger mixing with raw emotion. "i've tried to be the friend, the one who listens, but it's not enough anymore. i see how he treats you and i want to be the one who doesn't let you down, who stays through every storm like tonight."

before he could continue, you stepped forward and kissed him, your lips pressing against his to stop the flow of words. the contact was sudden, soft at first, then deepening as the surprise melted into something mutual.

his hands found your waist, pulling you closer through the layers of his own clothes, while your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie. the kiss tasted of rain and unspoken feelings, delicate yet charged. your souls aligning in the small kitchen space as the microwave timer beeped forgotten in the background.

when you pulled apart, both of you breathing heavier, the confusion hit at once. "sorry…” you whispered, eyes wide.

“sorry..” he echoed, his voice rough.

but the apology hung there only a moment before you leaned in again, mouths meeting with more certainty this time, tongues brushing gently as the passion built from the tension that had simmered all evening.

your hand sliding up his back, his cradling the back of your head where he had just dried your hair.

the intimacy of the earlier moment carrying over into this new feeling. the rain continued outside, but inside the apartment, the world narrowed to the two of you, childhood friends crossing a line that felt both terrifying and exciting.

the clothes bunching between you as you lost yourselves in the kiss that said everything words could not.

ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: i’m lowkey flopping🤧 hope you guys enjoyed this little fic!😛💕 | ©prettyinorchid ©official masterlist

- edwards martin park

synopsis: as a childhood friend, martin has truly loved you, tears and all. he knows exactly what you've been through growing up and chose to stay with you, by your side. as you both started college, addictions came in the guise of relief due to unprocessed grief and pain, terrible friendships and a situationship whom you think you could fall for. how does martin feel about the changed version of you??? will he let it slide or still fight for you? cause truth is, he always has been.

genre: non idol uni student!martin x uni student!reader, heavy angst, mature themes, childhood bestfriends to toxic situationships to ??

warnings!! : pg 16+, slightly suggestive, reader is toxic, manipulative, reader smokes a lot, mentions of drugs and substances, reader goes back and forth with martin and another guy, lowk cheating ( I DO NOT CONDONE THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP, THIS IS ALL FICTIONAL AND FOR THE PLOT ), mentions of physical and emotional abuse, trauma, profanities, martin is yearner at its finest.

note: hi everyone!! hope y'all doing great, thank you for the love as always, it really means allat 🥹🥹 ik the updates are slow but pls bare with me im fighting writer's block + im gonna start uni very soon and im otw to sorting that out 💔💔 and also thank you for your love on my martin oneshot, first time i didn't wanna do a whole ass series abt it, ill do more if y'all like 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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bf!seonghyeon x fem!reader⋆˚꩜｡ in which seonghyeon won’t admit that he's scared of horror movies𑣲. warnings: fluff! kissing! horror movie! .✦ ݁˖ based off on this ask! ⋆˚࿔ enjoy🫶🏻

you settle deeper into the couch with seonghyeon, the blanket pulled up to your chins and the lights turned way down low. the horror movie flickers across the screen, all shadows and sudden noises, but the real warmth comes from how he has one arm looped around your shoulders and your legs tangled together under the soft fabric. his cologne mixes with the faint buttery smell of the popcorn bowl between you.

"i'm telling you, this stuff doesn't get to me” seonghyeon says, voice steady as he reaches for another handful of popcorn. "jump scares are just cheap tricks. i could watch this with my eyes closed and still not flinch."

you hum, unconvinced, but let it slide for now. his fingers trace idle circles on your upper arm while the on screen tension builds. every time the music swells he stays perfectly still, like he's proving a point. then a particularly loud bang hits and you catch it, the tiniest squeeze of his hand and the quick flutter of his lashes as he shuts his eyes for half a second before forcing them open again.

"hey” you whisper, turning your head to look at him fully. "did you just close your eyes?"

seonghyeon scoffs, but there's a telltale pink creeping up his neck. "no. i was blinking. long blink."

you grin and poke his side through the blanket. "liar. you totally shut them. big tough guy can't handle a little movie monster?"

"i'm not scared!” he insists, but the way he shifts closer to you betrays him. "it's just... eerie. the sound design is intense, that's all."

you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth there. "sure it is. want me to hold your hand for the rest of it?"

he rolls his eyes but doesn't pull away when you lace your fingers with his. "you're enjoying this way too much."

"a little” you admit, resting your head on his shoulder. the movie continues its crawl forward.

that’s when your head got this brilliant idea. maybe a little scare won’t hurt? besides, you’d prove your point that he is scared. you shifted in his arms, “baby, i’ll go to the bathroom. i’ll be right back.”

seonghyeon gulped and looked up at you as you stood up, holding your hand, “uh, you want me to come with you?”

you chuckled, “why would i need you with me? i’ll just pee.”

“but what if that monster gets me while you’re there!”

you tilted your head, slowly smiling, “sean, are you perhaps scared?”

he furrowed his brows, squinting his eyes, “what?! no! i just-“

you laughed, “if you just admit you’re scared i’ll leave you alone forever!”

“y’know what, fine! you go there and be eaten by those monsters and i’ll just not move a finger when they get you. don’t tell me i didn’t warn you!” he called after you as you went to the bathroom.

you wait for a few minutes in the bathroom until the next quiet lull, then slowly you creeped up at him from behind as he watched the screen with a pillow hugged in front of him. suddenly whisper right against his ear, "boo!”

seonghyeon jumps, nearly knocking the popcorn over. "hey! that's cheating!"

you burst out laughing, the sound bubbling up warm and bright between you. "got you! your eyes were squeezed shut again, weren't they?" you say as you jump right into his arms.

"they were not!” he grumbles, but he's smiling now, the corners of his mouth twitching. he retaliates by tickling your ribs lightly until you squirm and giggle against him. the blanket slips a little and he tugs it back up, pulling you even closer so your back rests against his chest. his chin settles on top of your head.

"okay fine, maybe the music gets me sometimes” he confesses quietly. "but only because it sneaks up on you. not because i'm scared."

"mhmm" you tease, turning just enough to kiss the underside of his jaw. "whatever helps you sleep at night."

seonghyeon huffs a soft laugh and kisses the top of your head in return. his free hand finds yours again under the blanket, thumb stroking slow circles over your knuckles. "you're lucky you're cute when you bully me."

you tilt your face up and he meets you halfway, lips brushing soft and sweet. the kiss lingers, slow and unhurried, the movie forgotten for a moment as his hand comes up to cup your cheek. when you pull apart he rests his forehead against yours, eyes half lidded and fond.

"still not scared” he murmurs.

"sure” you whisper back, stealing one more quick peck. "keep telling yourself that."

the two of you stay like that for a while, cuddled tight under the blanket while the horror flick drones on in the background. every so often you feel him tense at a loud noise and you squeeze his hand, earning a sheepish grin in return. he retaliates by peppering tiny kisses along your temple and hairline until you're both laughing quietly again.

"next time we're watching a comedy" seonghyeon declares, voice muffled against your hair. "or literally anything that doesn't involve creepy dolls."

"but then how will i get to tease you?" you ask, poking his cheek.

he catches your finger and brings it to his lips for another kiss. "you'll find other ways. you're good at that."

you smile and snuggle impossibly closer, the steady beat of his heart under your ear the best kind of comfort. the movie keeps playing, but neither of you really watches it anymore. instead you trade soft kisses and silly whispers, the blanket cocooning you both in a little world of warmth and laughter while shadows dance across the screen.

゛ ᢉ𐭩 a/n: tumblr almost freakin took me out for this😭 but i hope that u guys liked this!

-edit: idk WHY this is hidden, it’s lit just a fluffy fic😣

-martin edwards park

synopsis: Martin misses another date, but this time he messed up real bad. And his girlfriend is upset with him. How can he make it up to her? There's only one way. He expresses it through his actions by doing her hair.

genre: idol!martin x nonidol! curly haired fem reader, established relationship, oneshot.

warnings: angst, fluff.

note: hihi!! this is the first time im writing oneshots rather than a whole series so lmao mama we made it 😛🤞🏻this has been sitting in my drafts longer than i thought it was, as always im very angsty but it has a nice ending dw. this one was kinda my favourite cause i got curly hair too and ive always wished i could have martin do my hair ☹️☹️ anyways hope yall enjoy this one and lmk if y'all want more oneshots like this+requests are open 🫶🏻 ps: this is how i do my hair and it could not necessarily be the right routine but it works for me so 🤷 lmk how y'all do it tho 😋

wc: 7.6k+

- zhao yufan

synopsis: in a small town, a confused yet optimistic girl dreams of a life outside where she can escape everywhere. she meets james who opens her eyes and tells her to go chase her dreams, the sky is the limit, and also holds him close to her heart. so when she finally gets an opportunity to leave, what will she do with the unnamed relationship she has with james? will she choose to stay and suck up to life for him, or will she follow her dreams because of him?

genre: non idol, student! james x student fem!reader, not so slight angst, morally grey, undeveloped town, mature themes, neighbours to ??

warnings: pg 16+ !!, suggestive, mention of substances (pls don't do drugs!!), angst, fluff, they get close together really fast, parental manipulation, trauma, unresolved grief, fighting, scenes including blood, swearing, profanities, kissing scenes.

note: hi everyone!!! this is obviously like my first time ever writing a james series so bare with me if the vocabulary and emotions aren't up to the mark 😔😔 but i do hope y'all see the vision and understand this, thank you for your love, hope y'all enjoy this one

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۶ৎ plug!james x fem!reader ಄ in which james breaks his own rules ʚɞ mdni! 18+ 𐙚 ‎kissing! hair pulling! unprotected sex! breast play! p in v! blowjob! mild kinks! .✦ ݁˖ enjoy!💓

you're curled into the corner of your couch, the blunt burning slow between your fingers. james is sitting a comfortable distance away, but not really. his knee keeps brushing yours, and every time he passes the blunt back, his fingers linger against yours just a second too long.

he's quiet tonight. quieter than usual. you've known him for three months now, ever since you got his number from a friend, and in that time you've learned that james is different when he's not selling. no swagger, no smooth talk. just a guy who fidgets with his lighter and avoids eye contact when he laughs. but he’s so silly.

but he's looking at you now. or more specifically, he's looking at your chest.

you pretend not to notice. you take a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs, and when you exhale, his gaze snaps up to your face like he's been caught. his ears go red.

"you good?" you ask, passing the blunt back.

"yeah. yeah, i'm good." he takes it, takes a hit, holds it a little too long before letting it out in a rush. "just... thinking."

"about what?"

he shrugs, but his eyes drop again. down to your lips, then lower. "nothin'."

the weed is settling in your veins, warm and syrupy. it makes everything softer, slower. the dim light from your lamp catches the curve of his jaw, the way his throat moves when he swallows. you realize you're staring too.

"you can look, you know” you say, and your voice comes out a little raspy. "i don't mind."

his head snaps up. "what?"

"you keep staring at my tits, james. i'm just saying you don't have to be sneaky about it."

the tips of his ears burn redder. he opens his mouth, closes it. then he lets out a breath that's almost a laugh. "shit. sorry. i didn't mean to-“

"i didn't say stop."

the words hang in the air, heavy with smoke and something else. he holds your gaze, and something shifts in his expression. the shyness is still there, but it's melting, replaced by a heat that makes your stomach flip.

"can i...?" he starts, then stops. shakes his head. "never mind."

"can you what?" you chuckle.

he sets the blunt down in the ashtray on your coffee table. turns to face you fully. his hands are fidgeting in his lap. "can i kiss you?"

the question is so earnest, so awkward, that it makes you smile. "yeah. you can kiss me."

he leans in like he's approaching a wild animal. slow, cautious. his lips brush yours, featherlight, and then he pulls back an inch to look at you, like he's checking for permission. you give it by leaning forward and pressing your mouth to his, firmer this time.

the kiss softens immediately. his lips are warm, slightly chapped, tasting of weed and something sweet. you cup his jaw, and he makes a small, surprised sound against your mouth. then his hand finds your waist, and he's pulling you closer, and the kiss deepens.

his tongue traces your lower lip, and you part for him, letting him in. he groans low in his throat, and his hand slides up your back, fingers curling into your shirt. the weed makes everything feel amplified. the slick slide of his tongue, the weight of his palm, the way his breath hitches when you tug his hair.

"come here” he murmurs against your mouth, pulling you onto his lap with confidence.

you straddle him, knees sinking into the cushion on either side of his thighs. his hands find your hips immediately, gripping tight. he kisses you again, hungrier now, and you grind down against him without thinking. he groans, and his hand leaves your hip to land on your ass. he squeezes, then slaps. a quick, sharp sting that makes you gasp into his mouth.

"fuck, sorry!” he breathes, but his hand stays there, massaging the spot. "was that okay?"

"yeah” you whisper. "do it again."

he does. harder. you moan, and he swallows the sound, kissing you deeper. his other hand slides up your stomach, under your shirt, and he palms your bare breast. he groans at the feel of it, thumb finding your nipple and circling slowly.

"so fucking perfect" he says, pulling back just enough to look at you. his eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide. "can i take this off?"

you nod, and he pulls your shirt over your head in one smooth motion. he stares. his mouth falls open slightly.

"baby” he breathes, and the word sounds different coming from him. softer. he leans in and presses his lips to the swell of your breast, trailing open mouthed kisses across your skin. when he takes your nipple in his mouth, you arch into him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

he sucks gently, then harder, flicking his tongue. his hand kneads your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. you rock your hips against him, and he groans against your skin, the vibration making you shudder.

"james…” you gasp.

"i know” he says, switching to the other breast. "god, i know. you feel so good."

you let him have his fill, his mouth worshiping your chest until you're trembling. but the ache between your legs is growing, and you need more. you push gently at his chest, and he pulls back, looking confused.

you slide off his lap and off the couch, sinking to your knees on the rug in front of him. his eyes go wide.

"you don't have to-“

"just take it” you say, but there's no heat in it. you hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and pull them down. his cock springs free, already hard, and you wrap your hand around him without hesitation.

he hisses. his hips twitch forward.

you stroke him slowly, watching his face. his head falls back, eyes squeezed shut. he's biting his lip. you lean in and drag your tongue along the side of his shaft, and he lets out a shaky moan.

"fuck, that's- mmph."

you take him in your mouth, just the tip at first, tasting him. he's twitching on your tongue. you sink lower, taking more, and his hand finds your hair, gripping gently.

"yeah, just like that” he breathes. "so good. you're so good."

you bob your head, setting a rhythm. he's vocal, letting out these punched out little moans that make you feel powerful. you take him deeper, and his grip on your hair tightens.

"gonna- fuck, you're gonna make me-“

you pull off, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. he whines at the loss.

"not yet" you say, wiping your mouth. "i want to ride you."

he helps you up with shaky hands, guiding you back onto the couch. you straddle him again, positioning yourself over his cock. you reach down, guiding him to your entrance, and sink down slowly.

you both groan at the same time.

the weed makes it feel like honey. every inch seeps into you, until he's fully seated, and you're both panting, foreheads pressed together.

"you feel... fuck, you feel incredible."

you start to move. slow, rolling your hips. his hands find your ass, gripping, guiding. he's looking at where you're connected, watching himself slide in and out of you.

"look at you" he murmurs. "taking me so well. so pretty."

you lean forward, kissing him sloppily, and he meets your thrusts with upward ones of his own. the pace is slow, drugged slow, each movement drawing out the pleasure until it's almost too much.

"james…” you whimper against his lips.

"i know, i'm close” he says. his hand slides between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles. "come for me, baby. please."

and you do. the orgasm crashes over you, hot and sudden, and you clench around him, crying out. he follows a second later, hips stuttering, emptying into you with a long, low groan.

you collapse against him, breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, holding you close. for a long moment, there's just the sound of your breathing, the smell of smoke and sex.

then his hand comes up and strokes your head awkwardly.

"so” he says, his voice a little hoarse. "that was... good. good weed." trying to ease up the tension.

you laugh, burying your face in his neck. "yeah. great weed."

he laughs too, nervous and real. "we should do this again. i mean- hang out! smoke. maybe- if you want-“

"just shut up and kiss me again.”

he does. and now you can never go back to just being friends.

— ᨳଓ . a/n: finally posted this!😛 i have to be honest- i have 0 motivation rn for writing, i hope that my spark will come back, please be patient💕 also thank you guys so so so much for 900 followers, i love you guys!🫶🏻💗

⋆˚꩜｡ex!bf!martin x fem!reader .✦ ݁˖ in which your ex boyfriend tries to win over your heart again ಄ warmings: none! fluff! slight angst! language! 𑣲 play the recommended songs while reading for a better experience! ᥫ᭡ a 90s trope ۶ৎ enjoy🫶🏻

chapter five: almost yours | previously, next

𑣲┆play im not in love! ˚.⋆ֹ

you wake up with a headache that feels like it started somewhere behind your eyes and spread through the rest of your skull. the fight keeps replaying whether you want it to or not. ethan’s stupid grin. martin leaping off the stage like some kind of idiot. the way everyone stared when the teachers finally pulled them apart.

your best friend called this morning to check on you, her voice low like she knew you didn’t want to talk about it but felt obligated anyway. you told her you were fine. you lied.

across town martin sits on the edge of his seat staring at his bruised knuckles. detention had been brutal. mr. carter made him write lines for an hour, then kept him another two just because he could. by the time he got out his bandmates had left without him after their classes. he walked home in melancholia, shoes squelching with every step, thinking about the way you looked at him when you told him to give it up. the words still sit in his chest like broken glass.

he spent the whole night awake thinking about the way he looked at you after the show. the way he demanded answers like he still had any right to them. he knows he doesn’t. he knows you told him to stop trying. but every time he closes his eyes he sees the mints he left in your locker, the stupid paper dinosaur, the cassette case he wrote on with shaky handwriting. songs that don’t completely suck.

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the next morning at school feels heavier than usual. the hallways smell like wet carpet and cheap floor wax. you keep your head down between classes, avoiding the gym where the battle of the bands equipment is still being packed up. your best friend walks beside you, quiet for once, which is somehow worse than when she nags. she keeps glancing at you like she wants to ask about martin but knows better.

“you don’t have to come with me to the diner after school” she says finally. “my mom’s picking me up early for a dentist thing. you can just wait for your ride like usual.”

you shrug. “it’s fine. i’ll figure it out.”

martin sees you from across the cafeteria at lunch but doesn’t approach. james and the others sit with him, talking in low voices about the set they never finished. keonho keeps looking over at your table like he’s hoping your best friend will look back. she doesn’t. martin’s jaw is still sore from where ethan got a hit in. he presses his tongue against the split in his lip and tastes copper.

“so did you have fun at mr. carter’s detention class?” keonho asked martin with a hint of joking behind his eyes. juhoon immediately subtly elbowed keonho to drop it.

martin just looked up at keonho from his tray of untouched food. then looked back down. apparently that’s all of the answer he needs. all of the answer everyone needed.

juhoon opened his mouth, then closed it, hesitant wether to ask or not. “so what did he tell you?”

“hm?” martin asked without looking up. he was too embarrassed to lift his gaze up.

“mr. carter. what did he tell you?” juhoon repeated.

martin just shrugged his shoulders, “the expected. to apologize to ethan.”

sean nodded slowly, “yeah… you should.”

the whole table soaked in each other’s awkwardness unlike the usual loud talk they had going on.

“just to ethan?” james spoke up after a moment of silence, stirring things up.

martin looked up at james, “well how do you expect me to apologize to her? she won’t even look me in the eye anymore.”

“i thought you never give up. what happened now?” james said.

martin sighed, leaning back into the chair, “man, she was serious. i’ve never seen her that angry before. she’ll report me if i don’t stop.”

keonho picked on his food, “yeah you just gained the title of the fighter, i don’t think you need the harasser-“

juhoon elbowed him again to stop talking.

“well you’re not gonna harass her, you’re just gonna apologize to her.” james said.

“properly this time.” sean added.

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here’s the thing about martin edwards, he’s a no give up guy. he finds a way to go further even in the darkest places.

during the last period, martin asked to go to the bathroom. which wasn’t exactly what he needed.

there he was, standing in front of your best friend’s classroom. he tried getting her attention from the little glass on the door.

the students noticed martin’s silly attempts and started giggling. the bald, strict teacher noticed the students laughing and immediately looked at the door, “what is so funny?”

martin ducked just in time. after a few seconds of trying for the hundredth time, your best friend noticed him with wide eyes.

she raised her hand, “excuse me! may i use the restroom?”

the teacher looked at the clock, “the class ends in 5 minutes, can’t you wai-“

“it’s really urgent, please. girl problems!”

the teacher waved his hands in front of his face, not wanting to hear further, letting her go.

your best friend walked out of the classroom and immediately pulled martin aside, “what the hell are you doing?” she whisper shouted.

“i need to apologize to y/n. quick, i need advice.”

your best friend sighed and hesitated. “you know that you’re the last person she wants to see, yeah?”

“i know that. that’s why i need your help and advice! please talk her into hearing me out!” martin pleaded.

your best friend was debating if she should or not. she believed that you and martin were the cutest idiots in love. but after all, she needed to have your back. not martin’s. “i don’t know, martin… i don’t want to see her sad again. you two never just talk normally.”

martin groaned into his palms, “i’m begging you! i need her to hear my apology! i just don’t know how to do it! i need your help. i’ll get you something in return.”

your best friend scoffed, “please. i’m not an idiot-“

“i’ll set you up a date with keonho.”

she pulled her hand out for a handshake, “deal.”

martin smiled from ear to ear. your best friend pulled him closer and checked her sides if anyone’s here. “listen, the way to her heart is nostalgia. after classes, my mom’s picking me up, so she’ll be alone. just go up to her. and when you’re about to talk to her, give her something you two cherished in the past.”

martin listened a nodded, mentally taking notes, “got it. i’ll make sure she cries.”

your best friend looked up at him and blinked.

“from happiness i meant!” martin defended himself.

just then, the bell rang. students were coming out of their classroom’s, making their way home. ethan came out of that same classroom.

martin stopped him with a hand on his chest, “aye man, what’s up?” he dabbed up ethan. that poor guy with a black eye looked confused as ever. “the principal told me to apologize to you. i wanted to tell you that i am so not sorry for causing all this. it will happen again if needed.” martin said as he walked away.

“she’s gonna be mine!” martin called out from down the hallway while running.

your best friend just sighed with a hand on her forehead.

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𑣲┆play purple rain ˚.⋆ֹ

by the time the final bell rings the sky has gone dark again. another storm rolling in from the west. you head to the parking lot expecting your mom’s car but she’s not there. the payphone by the side entrance is broken, the cord dangling useless. you check your watch. she said she’d be here by four. it’s already four thirty. rain starts spitting down in fat drops that soak through your jacket before you can even decide where to wait.

martin comes around the corner of the building with his guitar case slung over one shoulder. he stops when he sees you standing alone under the awning that barely covers anything. his hair is already damp. he looks like he wants to turn around and pretend he never saw you, but his feet keep moving anyway.

“your mom’s running late?” he asks, voice careful.

you sigh and roll your eyes at the sight of him. there’s no escape from this.

he shifts the guitar case to his other hand. “mine too. well. my mom. she said she’d be here after work but the shop’s short staffed today.”

silence stretches between you. the rain gets heavier, drumming on the metal awning above your heads. a few students run past laughing, splashing through puddles toward the bus stop. you and martin stay put like you’re both waiting for something to happen that will let you leave without talking.

“i shouldn’t have fought him” he says after a minute. “i know that.”

you look at him. his eyes are tired, the bruise on his jaw turning yellow at the edges. “you think?”

“i just… when i saw you touching him like that i lost it. i know i don’t get to be jealous anymore. i know that. but it still felt like someone punched me in the chest.”

you cross your arms tighter. “you’re not my boyfriend anymore, you know that. you don’t get to decide who i talk to or touch or laugh at.”

“i know” he says in a whisper. the words come out immediately. “i just forgot for a second.”

another long pause. the rain is coming down in sheets now, turning the parking lot into a shallow lake. your sneakers are already wet at the toes. martin sets his guitar case down and leans it against the wall.

“can we talk?” he asks. “for real this time. not about ethan. about us.”

you scoffed, “we have nothing to talk about anymore. every time we talk, we get into deeper shit.”

“i’m sorry! i just want to apologize!”

you want to say no. to be stern and have your own opinion. the word sits on your tongue ready to launch. but something in his face stops you. he looks smaller than he did on stage last night. smaller than he’s looked in months. you sigh and nod once.

you don’t say anything. you just look away and wait for him to start talking.

after a long pause, he started, “why did you really break up with me?” he asks once. “not the version you told everyone. the real one.”

you immediately turned to him, looking up with furrowed brows. “i broke up with you? you started it-“

“you had the final word.” martin said calmly. you stop talking and pause.

“because you stopped showing up.” you said. “not all at once. little by little. band practice ran late and you’d forget to call. i’d sit by the phone for two hours waiting. then you’d show up the next day with that smile and i’d forgive you because i missed you too much to stay mad. it happened too many times. i stopped believing you when you said you cared.”

martin just looked down at you, soaking all of the information in his heart.

“forgetting dates, anniversaries, little stuff that mattered to me…” you continued.

martin’s shoulders drop. “i thought the band was the thing keeping us together. you always came to shows. you always said you liked watching me play. i didn’t realize i was choosing it over you every single time.”

“and i didn’t tell you how much it hurt because i didn’t want to seem like i needed you that bad” you admit. “so i got bitchy instead. easier than admitting i missed you.”

he reaches but stops short of touching your hand. “you know i’d write a book for you if it means you forgive me. i’d learn french in one sitting. i’d even learn every michael jackson song on guitar if it brought you back.” he tried lightening the mood, even though his words were serious deep in his heart.

you huffed, “yeah right, cause that’s definitely the way.”

martin swallowed, “you remember the cassette tape i made you? i told you something about track three.”

you look at him again.

“track three was supposed to be our song. human nature. i put it on the tape because i thought maybe you’d remember the first time we kissed in the car i stole from my dad when it came on the radio.”

your throat tightens. you remember that night. the way his hands shook a little when he pulled you closer. the way the song played through the radio while your lips met for the first time. you’d told him it didn’t completely suck. he laughed and kissed you again.

“i didn’t keep the tape, though…” you say quietly. “james tried to give it to me and i said no. i kind of wanted to go back for it. but i chose not to.” you admitted.

the rain has turned into a full storm. lightning flashes somewhere in the distance. your mom still isn’t here. martin’s mom still isn’t here.

“i’m sorry” he says. “for making you wait. for not seeing how much it mattered. for thinking small gestures would fix months of me being an idiot.”

you look at him. his damp hair sticks to his forehead. the split in his lip has started bleeding again from talking. something cracks open in your chest. the same feeling you had the first time he kissed you. the same feeling you’ve been trying to bury for months.

you stand a little closer cause of the rain. your shoulders touch. the rain falls in thick curtains inches from your faces. martin’s hand brushes yours. neither of you pulls away.

you sigh and turn to him. “i should head home. my mom isn’t coming, i guess, and i can’t stay here. i have to study.”

a small pause. “apology accepted. move on.” you continued.

you move towards the rain and just when you’re halfway through the parking lot, martin calls out.

“i’m so sorry” he says again, turning to you. “for everything.”

you look back at him. his eyes are red at the edges. water drips from his lashes. something in you gives way.

he steps out from the awning, coming closer to you. he leans in slowly, giving you every chance to stop him. you don’t. his lips meet yours and the world narrows to the taste of rain on his mouth and the way his hand comes up to cradle the back of your head. the kiss is deep and desperate, months of missing each other poured into it. his tongue brushes yours and you make a small sound against his lips. he presses closer, your fingers curl into his wet shirt. the rain soaks through your clothes but you barely feel it.

when you finally pull apart, both of you are breathing hard. martin’s forehead rests against yours. he’s smiling, soft and hopeful, like he thinks this might be the start of something again.

then the panic hits you.

you realize you never stopped loving him. the feeling crashes over you so hard your knees almost buckle. you can’t do this again. you can’t go back to waiting by the phone, wondering if he’ll show up. you push away from him, eyes already filling with tears.

“i have to go” you say, voice breaking.

“what-“

you turn and run further into the rain, not caring that your mom isn’t back yet. your sneakers slap through puddles. tears mix with rainwater on your face.

martin ran after you, grabbing your hand. “y/n, stop-“

you yank your arm from him and scream back at him, “i broke up with you for a reason! for a goddamn reason, and you still can’t accept that?! i told you everything! can you for once, please, i’m begging you, leave me alone?!”

martin just stood there watching you scream at him. people turning to see what’s happening. did he really take it too far?

“i kept thinking why i still find a way back to you even after all this bullshit you pull up. then i finally found the answer.” your voice broke down again.

you continued, “i thought that it was because i love you.” you let out more sobs. “but then- i realized that it was because i hate you. i hate it when you’re nice to me, i hate it when you stare at me, i hate the way you read my mind, i hate the way you’re always right, i hate it when you lie, i hate it when you make me laugh and even worse when you make me cry.” you pause, wiping your eyes on your sleeves, “but mostly i hate the way i don’t hate you. not even close. not even a little bit. not even at all.” you barely get the last words out of you.

at this point tears were streaming down your face. with that you just turned away from him and disappeared into the storm.

martin felt his own tears in his eyes. he put his hand in his pocket where he pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper. on it was written “will you be my girlfriend :p?” with a two stickman drawing. one in a suit, the other one in a wedding dress. it was something martin gave to you a while ago whilst asking you to be his girlfriend.

he planned on giving it to you, maybe as a reminder that the guy you fell for was still in him.

he just ripped the paper and threw it on the ground. he won’t be needing that anymore.

— ᨳଓ . a/n: sorry if this is ass guys! i don’t really know how to write angst scenes😣 might rewrite it! official masterlist here🫶🏻