#cortisdrabble

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.

". . . and after that he smiled!"

your face flushed as you stared at the ceiling.

"like a real smile, y'know?"

seonghyeon seemed completely unbothered as he didn't even look up from his phone. "so crazy."

"don't be sarcastic." you narrowed your eyes and pointed at him upside down.

"i would never."

he was lying and he always did this thing whenever you brought up keonho, getting weirdly uninterested which was not normal for him considering he knew literally everything about you.

"i think he likes me."

the words kept flowing out before you could stop them and you actually caught when his jaw tightened and his fingers stopped typing on his phone for a second.

"mhm."

you stared at him, searching for some sort of answer to the tension between the two of you. "that's all?"

"what else am i supposed to say?"

"i don't know." you sat up. "like some advice? you spend basically every second of the day with him."

he laughed, but it sounded like the most ungenuine thing ever.

"god, what is wrong with you tonight?"

seonghyeon finally looked up and met your eyes. his expression was a mix of frustration and borderline exhaustion.

"nothing."

and there he was — lying once again and hoping you'd drop the topic completely. but something crossed your mind, so why not test it out?

"are you jealous?"

seonghyeon made a sound that definitely wasn't healthy, like he'd choked on his own saliva or something, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"shut up."

"you're so jealous!"

"i'm not."

seonghyeon looked away which was a huge mistake because now you were way too interested to let it go.

you leaned forward, hands warm against the cool tile floor as the afternoon breeze caught slightly in your hair.

"why are you jealous?"

"i already told you i'm not." he hastily brushed a hand through his messy hair. he was in quite a bit of distress! and unfortunately for him, you never let anything slide.

"c'mon, seonghyeon."

he stood up faster than you could blink and ran another hand through his hair. for the first time all day, he actually looked irritated.

"fine," he mumbled.

your smile faded completely as the room suddenly felt thick with tension.

"what?"

he stared at you with a look you'd never seen before. a look that you presumed was probably the same one you gave whenever you looked at keonho.

"seonghyeon—" you started nervously, unsure of where this was going, but he cut you off.

"i'm jealous because i like you." his voice was raspy. "do you understand now?"

your heart pounded as you stared into his eyes.

every memory with him flashed through your mind all at once . . . late night phone calls, the way he remembered every thing even how you liked exactly two and a half sugars in your coffee, how he always saved you a seat because he knew you'd be late.

god, you were an idiot!

"oh."

his eyes closed for a second like he was relieved to get it off his chest and then he leaned in before either of you could think too hard about it.

one hand cupped your jaw and then he was kissing you very eagerly. it was like he was frustrated with himself for not doing it sooner, but it was over almost as quickly as it started.

the two of you pulled apart, both out of breath, and seonghyeon froze as his eyes widened with panic.

". . . i—" his hands dropped from your waist and face as he took a step back. "i wasn't supposed to do that."

he was dramatic enough that he looked milliseconds away from throwing himself out the fucking window.

"wow."

"please don't just say wow after that," he huffed.

once again, you couldn't help but breaking into a fit of giggles, he was genuinely such a lovesick puppy and you loved it.

seonghyeon looked deeply offended at this. "this isn't funny."

"it so is."

"i just kissed you," he snapped back frantically.

"mhm."

"you were obsessing over my best friend."

"and then you kissed me." you bit your bottom lip to suppress another smile.

the silence that followed immediately made him nervous, like after this you wouldn't dare look at his face again.

you smiled cheekily and his eyes narrowed.

"so?" his voice cracked.

"i think i liked the wrong best friend."

the sound he made was somewhere between a groan and a relieved cry. after all this time, you finally understood why keonho never really felt right — it was because seonghyeon had been the answer all along.