#cortisblr

a few hours ago you’d been walking one of the biggest shows of fashion week at only eighteen. the flash of cameras still stung your eyes and the makeup the stylists had spent hours perfecting was still half on your face.

martin swore up and down that he loved seeing you like how he did now though, cute pajama shorts that didn’t cover much, one of his oversized shirts, and hair pulled up.

"what?" you folded under his intense gaze and peculiar silence between the two of you.

"just saying," he said, kicking off his shoes, and shutting the door. "i think this is my favorite look of today.”

you laughed which only brought a stupid grin to his face. the room was comfortably quiet compared to the chaos of outside. it was finally just you guys for the first time all day with no paparazzi, no staff, no prying eyes everywhere.

"how'd you even get away?"

martin dropped onto the edge of the bed with a loud groan. "i told my manager i didn’t feel good."

your eyes widened, this idol shit was crazy strict, something you’ve definitely picked up on over time.

"you lied?"

“i would call it,” martin paused, scratching his head, “a little white lie.”

"you’re telling me you skipped the saint laurent after party?” you hurriedly said in complete horror, who in their right mind would want to miss something like that?

"i did." he shrugged.

"martin."

you shook your head, trying not to smile. you both hadn’t gotten a single second together all day, there was only secret longing glances shared.

it was hard, especially when all you wanted to do was tell him all about the show and he wanted to tell you that you looked breathtaking in response.

at least now you finally could as you sat beside him causing the mattress to dip a little.

"if your manager finds out—"

“trust me, i’d rather be here,” martin cut you off immediately, taking your hand into his own. “i’m sure james is having a blast at the party anyway.”

you laughed like always.

"god, you're terrible!”

"i know."

the silence was nice . . . the city lights shone through the big hotel window as traffic sounds echoed in the distance. paris looked beautiful at two in the morning.

but martin wasn't looking outside, he was looking at you, something he always seemed to do. for a model like yourself, you’d gotten used to people staring at you from every angle, but with him it always felt different.

"stop,” you huffed in annoyance, covering your flushed face with two hands.

"stop what, baby?"

"all the staring."

a smile tugged at his mouth. "you know i can't."

you rolled your eyes and felt his hand find yours once again.

"you were incredible today."

“thank you.” you looked down cheekily. “i know.”

“oh, do you now?” he tilted his head teasingly.

you looked back up and martin was already looking at you again. your bottom lip slid in between your teeth at the sight of his hooded eyes.

a second later your lips were on his, catching him by surprise as he didn’t reciprocate for a beat. your hands tangled in his disheveled hair before you pulled back.

your attempt to wipe the smug look off his face ultimately didn’t work very well since he was only smiling even more now.

“you’re impossible.”

his laugh filled the room, making you laugh too. neither of you cared about the cameras or staff anymore. you were just happy to be together at two in the morning in the middle of paris.

his voice came out muffled against your shoulder. you felt his grip tighten slightly when you shifted.

your fingers automatically slipped into his hair, brushing lightly through the strands near the nape of his neck. the reaction was immediate. his shoulders loosened beneath your touch, tension melting just a little.

you smiled faintly. “what happened?”

“nothing.”

“seonghyeon.”

he sighed dramatically against you before finally lifting his head enough to look at you. his expression was somewhere between irritated and exhausted, brows pulled together slightly while his lips pressed into a quiet pout.

honestly, he looked more sulky than angry.

“practice was annoying,” he muttered. “everyone kept messing around and we had to redo the same part like fifty times.”

“mhm.”

“then manager hyung got mad because we were behind schedu—”

his words cut off abruptly.

your fingers had scratched lightly against the back of his neck without thinking, and the reaction was immediate. his eyes fluttered shut briefly before a quiet breath left him.

silence.

you stared at him for a second. “…you good?”

seonghyeon frowned like he was annoyed you’d noticed.

“…anyway,” he muttered quietly. “my in-ears stopped working.”

you winced sympathetically. “that’s actually terrible.”

“exactly.”

he looked genuinely offended by the entire situation. a quiet laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it.

immediately, his eyes narrowed further. “don’t laugh.”

“i’m not laughing.”

“you literally are.”

despite the accusation, he shifted even closer. one of his hands slid beneath your hoodie absentmindedly, resting warm against your waist like he needed physical confirmation you were still there.

you tried leaning away slightly to grab your drink from the table.

instantly, his arm tightened.

“where are you going?”

you blinked. “…three inches away from you.”

“…don’t.”

there was something almost childish about the way he said it. quiet. stubborn.

your lips twitched upward. “you’re clingy when you’re mad.”

“i’m not mad.”

“you’re literally attached to me right now.”

“maybe i want to be.”

his gaze dropped briefly to your mouth right afterward.

then lingered.

and suddenly he looked significantly less interested in defending himself.

you turned your head fully toward him then, finally catching the faint pout still sitting on his face. the irritation in his expression had already softened around the edges, worn down slowly by your fingers moving through his hair.

and suddenly, the earlier annoyance didn’t seem very important anymore.

not when your fingers were still moving through his hair like that.

the way his expression eased whenever you touched him. the way his grip kept tightening every time you moved even slightly away. like all the frustration from earlier had nowhere to go except here.

to you.

your hand slid gently down to the back of his neck. “baby,” you murmured softly.

his eyes fluttered for the briefest second at the name alone.

yeah. definitely one of those moods.

“come here,” you said quietly.

he didn’t hesitate.

his hand came up immediately, fingers brushing along your jaw before settling against your chin. gentle. careful. he tilted your face toward him slightly until your eyes met his fully.

“stay here,” he murmured.

the irritation in his voice from earlier was completely gone now. all that remained was exhaustion and something softer underneath it.

your stomach flipped a little despite yourself.

“i wasn’t planning on leaving,” you whispered.

“good.”

his thumb brushed slowly along your jaw once. twice. his eyes stayed fixed on yours the entire time, heavy-lidded and quiet in that way that always made your chest feel tight.

you hated how pretty he got when he was sulking.

“you know what your problem is?” you murmured.

his brows lifted slightly. “what?”

“you get clingy instead of angry.”

a tiny frown appeared immediately. “that’s not a problem.”

“for you maybe.”

“mhm.”

he moved to rest his forehead against yours. and for a long moment that’s how you stayed.

close enough that you could feel every slow breath he exhaled against your lips. close enough that his hand still curled loosely around your jaw, thumb brushing absentmindedly against your skin like he didn’t even realize he was doing it anymore.

“you make it hard to stay annoyed,” he murmured quietly.

something warm twisted painfully in your chest.

“that’s kind of the point,” you whispered back.

the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, like he wanted to say something else.

then apparently decided kissing you was easier.

so he kissed you.

slowly.

not rushed or desperate. just tired and lingering and warm in a way that made your stomach ache a little. his hand slid properly against your cheek as he tilted his head, kissing you like he needed a minute to forget about everything else first.

you felt the tension leave him piece by piece.

especially when your fingers slipped back into his hair.

a quiet sound escaped him instantly. barely there. more breath than noise.

your lips curved against his. “better?”

“mhm.”

“you still look pouty.”

“do not.”

you laughed softly.

and apparently even that was enough to distract him completely because his eyes immediately dropped back to your mouth.

“…come here.”

your lips twitched. “you were literally in the middle of complaini—”

he kissed you before you could finish.

longer this time.

his arm around your waist tightened until you were practically halfway in his lap without realizing it. the earlier frustration lingering in his expression had melted completely now, replaced by something softer. needier.

every time you pulled back even slightly, he followed immediately.

one more kiss.

then another.

like he couldn’t quite let the moment end.

“seonghyeon,” you laughed quietly against his mouth. “you’re actually using me as stress relief.”

“mhm.”

not even denying it.

his lips brushed yours again, softer this time, and the warmth of it spread straight through your chest. he kissed like he was slowly getting sleepy from it. lazy and clingy and completely unconcerned with anything except keeping you close.

your hand scratched lightly at the back of his neck.

he practically melted.

his shoulders dropped fully for the first time since he got home, a quiet sigh leaving him against your lips before he buried his face briefly against your jaw.

“see?” you murmured, smiling a little. “you’re basically a giant cat.”

he frowned immediately against your skin. “don’t ruin this for me.”

you laughed again, and he kissed you just to shut you up.

it worked embarrassingly well.

his hand slid from your jaw into your hair, fingers careful as he tilted your head back slightly for another kiss. slower. deeper. not messy or rushed, just enough to make your thoughts blur pleasantly at the edges.

and honestly?

it was unfair how affectionate he got after bad days.

because somewhere between the soft kisses and the way he kept pulling you impossibly closer, all the earlier irritation had disappeared entirely.

replaced by this quiet, clingy affection that always seemed reserved just for you.

eventually, he pulled back just enough to look at you properly.

his lips were slightly pink now. hair messy beneath your fingers. expression soft in a way he only ever let himself be around you.

then quietly—

“okay, i’m over it now.”

you blinked at him once before laughing. “that’s all it took?”

“mhm.” his thumb brushed lazily across your cheek. “needed kisses.”

©young2keu, 2026

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i should probably write smth for james n martin soon... but i'm having tm fun doing kono n sean drabbles... u cant make me stop yet... n anon said they wanted more. so its okay.