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The studio lights were still on past 2 a.m.

Martin sat hunched over the console, one earbud in, fingers flying across the trackpad as he adjusted the same two-second vocal run for the twelfth time. The rest of the members had already given up and gone to the dorm hours ago. Or so he thought.

The door creaked open.

“Hyung.” Seonghyeon’s voice was tired. “It’s almost three. Come on.”

Martin didn’t look up. “Five more minutes.”

“You said that an hour ago.”

“I mean it this time.”

Juhoon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Martin. The song is finished. You’ve been polishing the same ad-lib since midnight. Your eyes are going to fall out of your head.”

Martin just waved a hand without turning around. “I’m almost there. Go sleep. I’ll lock up.”

They tried everything.  

Threatening to unplug the equipment.  

Offering food.  

Dramatic sighs.  

Even the silent treatment.

Nothing worked.

Finally, seonghyeon pulled out his phone, muttered something under his breath, and stepped into the hallway. Two minutes later he returned, looking suspiciously pleased with himself.

Martin still hadn’t moved.

Then the door opened again, softer this time.

“Baby?”

Martin’s hands froze mid-click.

Y/n stood in the doorway, hair a little messy from sleep, soft smile on your face like you hadn’t just been dragged out of bed at this ungodly hour.

Martin turned so fast the chair spun.

“y/n?” His voice was small, almost guilty. “What are you doing here?”

You walked over slowly, stopping right beside his chair. “The boys called. Said someone was being stubborn.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. The members behind you were grinning like they’d just won the lottery.

You reached out and gently took the mouse from his hand, setting it down. 

Then you cupped his face with both hands, thumbs brushing under his tired eyes.

“You’ve been here long enough, love,” you said softly. “Come home with me.”

Martin’s entire body melted.

“…Okay.”

No argument. No “five more minutes.” 

No dramatic protest.

Just okay.

The members exchanged looks of pure disbelief.

You leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to his forehead, then the tip of his nose, then the corner of his mouth. Martin’s eyes fluttered shut like he’d been waiting for this exact medicine all night.

“I’ll save the file,” he mumbled against your lips when you finally kissed him properly, soft and sweet and a little sleepy. “Then we can go.”

“I’ll wait,” you whispered.

While he quickly saved everything and powered down the monitors, you stood behind his chair and carded your fingers through his hair. He leaned into the touch like a cat that had finally found the sun.

When he stood up, he immediately reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together tightly.

Juhoon shook his head as the three of you walked out. “Unbelievable. We beg for hours and you show up for five seconds and he folds like a napkin.”

Martin just squeezed your hand and muttered, “Shut up,” but there was no real heat in it. He was too busy looking at you like you hung the moon.

Outside, the night air was cool. Martin shrugged off his jacket without a word and draped it over your shoulders, then pulled you into his side as you walked toward the car.

“Sorry,” he murmured against your hair. “I didn’t mean to make them wake you up.”

You smiled and tucked yourself closer. “I don’t mind. I like being the only person you listen to.”

martin stopped walking for a second just to look at you. the streetlights painted his tired face in gold, and his cheeks went the prettiest shade of pink.

“…yeah,” he said quietly, almost shy. “you are.”

then he leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to the top of your head, lingered there for a second longer than necessary, and let you lead him to the car.

the entire ride home he kept your hand in his lap, thumb tracing little circles over your knuckles. every time the car hit a red light he’d turn and just… stare at you like he couldn’t believe you were real. when you caught him looking, he’d smile that tiny, shy smile that only ever appeared for you and look away, ears turning red.

by the time you reached the dorm, martin was already half-asleep on your shoulder.

you helped him out of the car, still wrapped in his own jacket, and guided him upstairs. the moment the door closed behind you, he dropped his forehead onto your shoulder and let out the longest, softest sigh.

“carry me,” he mumbled, only half-joking.

you laughed quietly and tugged him toward the bedroom. he followed without a single complaint, toeing off his shoes, letting you peel the jacket off him, letting you push him gently onto the bed. the second his head hit the pillow he reached for you again, arms open, eyes already heavy.

you climbed in beside him. he immediately pulled you against his chest, tucking your head under his chin, one hand sliding under your (his) hoodie so his warm palm rested against the small of your back. his other hand found yours and laced your fingers together over his heart.

“thank you for coming to get me,” he whispered into your hair, voice already fading. “i only ever want to listen to you.”

you pressed a tiny kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“always, baby.”

martin smiled against your forehead, small, soft, completely content, and finally, finally drifted off, holding you like you were the only thing that had ever mattered.

and somewhere in the other room, seonghyeon and juhoon were still whispering in pure awe.

“dude… he actually listened.”