Summary: Sleepy Juhoon is fighting sleep after a long dance practice but you coax him to take a nap with you in a snug corner. Juhoon wakes up to a sweet little surprise.
Disclaimers: maybe ooc, fluffy fluff (I think that's the only thing I'm capable of writing.) and kinda short this time.
It was way past the time to leave. The others were practicing their butts off but there was so much you and a tired Juhoon could take. Juhoon tapped out a lot sooner than you, sitting down in a corner as he looked at the others, memorizing the moves while spacing out to mentally memorize each step. This was still so surreal to him, being able to dance with the people he cared for the most.
Especially you. He watched you move your tired body, chest heaving as you drilled the moves into your bones until it was mere muscle memory. You were passionate in your movements yet moving with such grace that no one would doubt that you know every step. Eventually you finished on last dance move before it felt like you couldn't move anymore, taking it as a sign that you needed to sit and drink some water.
You grab your water bottle and on the way you picked up Juhoon's to bring it over to him. You held the bottle in his peripheral vision sipping on yours until he noticed with a slow turn of his head. He perked up when he saw water and took it gently in his hands. "Thank you." He said slowly, his voice low and tired. You smile sweetly and sit down right next to him, not entirely gasping for breath but breathing heavily. You inhale for 4 seconds and exhale for 8, calming down your heart.
"The others aren't stopping any time soon." You state as you yawn slowly, all of your energy sapped out of you to this practice. You train as hard as you can but sometimes, or most of the time if you ask the others, you need a nap. You take so many naps it's almost like you hibernate your life away. You tuck in early and sleep in late.
"Hopefully they'll end soon. I need rest." Juhoon drawled in a sleep thick voice.
"We can nap here." You suggest as you grabbed your hoodie to slip on and grabbed his big jacket for him to use as blanket.
"You sure?" He asks
"Yes, was already have it down, don't we?" You say with a playful eye roll.
Eventually he started to driff off like someone hitting the power button on a machine. His eyelids grew heavy, his fluffy lashes fluttering against his pinkened cheeks. The lull of shuffling feet and mummered voices coupled with the warmth of his jacket over him was enough to release all of his stress and make him shut his eyes officially.
It wasn't until a little while later that you started drifting off also, your eyes roaming over his relaxed figure. As you closed your eyes to sleep, the last thing you could remember was inhaling his soothing scent.
In his sleep addled brain, he could hear that the music stopped and heard soft giggles from his fellow bandmates.
Those dumbasses, always up to something. He complains in his brain before cracking open an eye slowly. The others notice and scrambled away, clearly having their phones out and taking a picture of something, most likely trying to get more humiliating material of the aloof member.
But he did feel something heavy on his lap. Did the others place it there? He lifted his hand and placed it on top of the object to push it away before he froze, hands running through soft thick hair instead of some inanimate object. He panicked and shot his eyes open fully to see the sixth member of Cortis snuggling their head gently against his thighs.
Juhoon screamed internally, thanking any and all Gods that allowed for this dream to come to beautiful fruition. He would have to convince the others to send him some pictures of this wonderous moment.
Reluctantly, he slid his hand over your fit waist to shake you awake and whispered for you to wake up.
"Hey, practice has ended, it's time for us to leave."
You wake up with a slight jolt but then you realize where your head was situated and where his hand was placed, a fierce flush taking over your face, a color he couldn't believe could be achieved by a human being.
He then smirks and decides to tease you just a bit.
"Wow, so rude to fall asleep on me without my permission."
"No! It was an accident." You swiftly stand up, almost giving yourself whiplash from how fast you stood.
"Aww, really?" He said as he faked being wounded, placing a hand to his chest like a sharp pain was hitting him in his heart. "You wound me."
"Shut up, let's get going before they forget us in here." You cover your face and gather your stuff swiftly.
"Don't worry, I enjoyed it." He says sincerely as he did the same.
You chuckle and bump shoulders with him as you both make your way out.
Word count: 822
AN: Hey guys, so sorry this took so long, I've been so unmotivated since it's been so hot in Illinois for the kick off of summer and my body basically shuts down in heat, not wanting to put forth any type of effort. This one is pretty short but I hope you guys liked it.
Bye sweethearts, thanks for over 100 likes on my last post. Insane! I'll be seeing you whenever my body cooperates.
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Summary: Both you and James have two things in common. You both speak more than one language and now you both have a child together. I guess it's never too early to learn a new language, or 5-
Disclaimers: soft fluffy fluffy fluff, mentions of baby blowouts (not descriptive, but still), direct lyrics and translations. ALL COPYRIGHT OF THE SONG GOES TO DUMBO AND DISNEY STUDIOS, DONT SUE ME. Please enjoy
On warm sunny mornings like these, he would usually find you taking a nap with the baby, in the backyard in the soft mossy lawn with the overgrown vines and wild flowers that you cultivated meticulously these past few years. So when James couldn't find the love and joys of his life in the same place they always were, he has a teensy tiny heart palpitation (don't listen to him, he was going insane).
He searched top and bottom, calling your name like he usually does, trying to keep the trembling out of his tone as to not worry you.
Where he did find you was the nursery. Months before the birth, you both decided on a red theme, a symbol of warding off bad luck and misfortune, wanting nothing but the best your budding offspring.
He could hear you before he could see you, a soft, soothing, rumbling hum coming from behind the door, your child's name painted in Hangul.
"Hijo del corazΓ³n. Deja ya de llorar."
"Son of the heart. Stop crying."
He cracked the door open slowly, thankfully he waxed the sliding doors a week prior to this. He could see your hair cascading down your back, warm skin glowing in the sunlight pouring in through the glass windows. He noticed how you cradled the baby close, reddened cheeks and a slight fetal position meant that just moments before he came home, there had been a big tantrum from the little guy.
"Junto a tΓ, yo voy a estar, y nunca mΓ‘s te han de hacer mal."
"Next to you I will be, and they will never hurt you again."
It was a beautiful tune, comforting as you swayed with the baby, just as Mrs. Jumbo, Dumbo's mother, did with him in a time of great pain and in need of genuine comfort.
Dumbo had been your favorite movie to watch before the baby got here, and even though it made you sob every time, you requested to put it on every time.
"Tus ojitos de luz, El llanto no ha de nublar."
"Your eyes of light, crying shouldn't cloud."
As you revealed more of your side profile, he could see you shining just as bright as the day he met you. Young and sprightful, and oh so beautiful. When he had first met you, it took his breath away, almost making him wheeze in the effort to regain his composure. Now here you were, standing in his home, with your guys baby and singing him back to sleep.
"Ven, mi amor, nadie nos ha de separar."
"Come my love, no one has to separate us."
You continue to sing, to rub your hands delicately into his skin and keep the fussy complaints at bay. You shush and sway, like a gentle tree in the breeze, a whisper of branches and leaves brushing against each other delicately in the wake of strong gusts. As graceful as a leave drifting down wind and landing in a still pond, giving into the whisper of life.
Before he approached, he let you sing one last line, as much as hated to interrupt, he wanted to give affection to his joy and love personified.
"Si te vieran como yo, te darΓan su calor."
"If they saw you as I did, they'd give you their warmth."
Finally he fully shuffled into the nursery and announced myself.
"How is he doing, my love." He asks as he presses a soft doting kiss to the nape of your neck.
You perk up at the sound of him and fully round to direct that beautiful smile at your doting lover.
"Mi amor." You hum before bouncing the baby gently. "He is feeling well, just had a bit of a blow out and did not like the way it felt." Your voice was tired but still very lively, giving way to how much loved this baby no matter how exhausted you were in the end.
James steps over to help. "Here." He offered, sliding the baby out of your hold and slipping him into the crib, parting his back with a firm hand to keep him from getting fussy whilst James swaddled him with perfect precision. After getting swaddled, James turned on his stuffy that had the sound of a heart beat to keep him satisfied with his sleep. He turned on the mobile and baby monitor as a precaution, better safe than sorry.
"There." He whispered as he stepped back, your hands already smoothing over him, sliding from his lower back all the way into a firm grip on his shoulders.
"You're such a good father." You praise, not surprised by his actions, no. He does this all the time, an A+ father always, but it's never bad to compliment someone when they are doing good.
James turned around with the little grin and gently kissed your cheek with reverence and borderline worship. "You're a better parent. I have all this work and you just stay here round the clock to teach our amazing offspring how to be human."
You shrug. "Someone has to. And besides, how else is he supposed to inherit 5+ languages. It's never to early to learn."
"Yes, because you have no patience." He quips playfully.
"I too have patience!" You protest weakly, even though you know it's 100% true.
You both then shuffle quietly out of the nursery and close the sliding door behind you before you shuffled into the room right across the hall which was both you and James' and flop onto the bed for a well deserved nap.
Your work reminded him of a line from the song. Of course he looked up the lyrics, how else was he to learn more about your language.
"Como un sol, tΓΊ me das luz, y das calor a mi vivir"
"Like a sun, you give me life, and you give heat to my life."
You were the warmest, brightest, strongest person he would ever have the pleasure of meeting. If he could live just off of your presence, he would, instead, he decided to just get dinner started to feed his tired partner.
Word count (w/o translations): 963
AN: This was kinda rushed by kinda not at the same time. I enjoyed writing this one despite how short it was in comparison to the others. I hope you enjoy this whether you wish to have children or not (like me, no kids in my future, hopefully).
Bye sweethearts, thanks for all the love and support on my last post.
Summary: Seonghyeon got sick! And who is there to help this poor boy? The most awesome person, you. Lovely, sweet and doting Reader.
"Sean," you call out, "where are you?"
Seonghyeon was sick today.
All the boys went to go record their lines for the newest upcoming song, but somehow even after taking all of those nasty vitamins and supplements, he still ended up sick and had to stay in the dorm.
That left you, his favorite, to stay back and help nurse back to health.
He takes a slow inhale and practically wheezed out his breath when he started coughing uncontrollably, his limbs aching and his body too hot to even go anywhere.
You tut your tongue at him and had to consciously switch to speaking in Korean, knowing you would hate for someone to speak to you in a language you weren't raised in while you were sick.
You were a foreigner despite working here in Korea for a while but you still had to pick up on some things and your language sometimes came out choppy or clunky. But you still did it for the second youngest member because English was hard for him too.
First, you would have to use all of your energy to translate your secondary language in your mind to your primary language, register what it means, think of a response, translate the sentence you made in your primary language back into your secondary language and spit that one out correctly.
And second, it's just a comfort thing, hearing the sound of your home language while sick and suffering away from family is a simple courtesy everyone should have.
You snap on a mask and open up a lid of take out that was ordered this morning fresh for him.
"Hey, I have Juk." You hold up a steaming bowl of rice porridge with with garlic, soy sauce, chives and, as a treat, a boiled egg.
He sniffs the air and groans dramatically. You set the bowl down and gently fluff up his pillows to properly him up and get him to fully wake up.
"Here." You hum and hold up a steaming spoonful of juk and made sure he ate every drop. "There we go." You smile softly while already getting another spoonful and even a bit of egg to spoon into his mouth.
Spoon after spoon, he finally ate the whole bowl which you set to the side to make room for his medicine.
"Medicine time." You announced in a sing - songy way as he groan and pouted.
"Do I really have to take this, it's so strong."
"Ay, do you wanna get better or not? This will break your fever, come." You put a dose on a teaspoon and spooned it into his mouth as he made a sour grimace and shivered. He then did one more in quick succession so he wouldn't have to suffer.
"Good job." You coo as you clap your hands once and pet his hair. You then pushed him back under the covers and reached into a bowl of ice water. You bring up a blue microfiber towel and wring it out to fold and place on top of his sweaty forehead.
"Stay here, I will make tea." You rub his chest and get to moving when he nodded his head and closed his eyes.
You enter the kitchen and prepare a teapot, boiling the water to prepare ginger tea. You search through the cabinets before grabbing the tea and waiting for the water to boil. Other than the sound of your shuffling through the dorm and the light burble of the boiling pot, it was silent. Tranquility blanketing the dorm without the other boys but you were sure that the other boys were missing their 5th member dearly.
Once you heard the shrill whistle of the teapot, you quickly take it off the stovetop and pour the water into two mugs, the one everyone reserved for him and one reserved for guests. I then put the ginger tea in and wait until it was fully incorporated before discarding of it and gently spooning in honey with a clean spoon.
After making the tea and letting it cool down for a bit you enter his dorm again.
"Ya, Seonghyeon. I made tea, wake up." You insisted as you placed the tea down on coasters and propped him up on this pillows again.
"It's sweet this time, don't worry." You joke before handing him his mug. You both settle down and sip on the tea. The sound of his sniffles break the silence periodocally as he let the steam from his tea open up his nostrils and remove his stuff nose. You let the tea steam over your face as a means to open up your pores only for a bit.
Eventually, the tea was gone and you could tell that he was really sweaty and maybe even uncomfortable from this nasty cold.
You gather the mugs and wash them, putting them back where they belong before grabbing personal hygiene products and placing it in the bathroom on the toilet seat.
You shuffle back into his room and shake him awake.
"It's time for a bath. You're sweaty and covered in booger tissues. Your hair is also all tangled and messed up from all your tossing and turning." You say sternly, knowing he was gonna complain.
Right on cue, you hear his groans of protests and whines. Seonghyeon is very whiny when he gets sick.
Eventually you wrapped an arm around his shoulder and helped him shuffle into the bathroom where a steamy bath was already all prepared.
"Strip and put this towel over your bits to stay decent." You say and hand him a brown towel to set over his lap while ushering him into the bathroom.
Once he was decent, his knocked on the door for you to enter. You open it up and see him there, splashing lightly with the soap and staring off into space. Firstly, you take a bowl of water and gently angled his head back as you gently wet his hair, your fingers carding through healthy black tresses. After getting his hair thoroughly soaked, you take his shampoo bottle and gently lather it in his hair, scrubbing from root to tip and lightly detangling with your hands.
"Ah, all of these tangles." You huff and finally get the last of them before rinsing out his hair with the water bowl and using some conditioner to finish it off.
You wash your hands and finally exit the bathroom to let him bathe and change his clothes. Once he was done he exited the bathroom and instantly shuffled into your arms.
"You turn into a big baby when you get sick, you know that right?" You playfully rib while shuffling him onto the couch while you changed his sheets and made sure the sweaty sheets were in a hamper before changing his sheets and going to the living room.
You usher him back into the bed and lean down to pet his hair and push his bangs back. You dip your hand into that ice water again for the towel and place it on his forehead.
"Thank you." He sniffs out, rubbing his hands over his neck and settling down again.
"Sleep. You need it, you'll probably sleep through lunch but we'll have a big dinner ok?" You promise him as you rub his back soothingly.
He nods and yawns easily before going down for the count.
Word count: 1,234
AN: It seems that I am only capable of writing shitposts at 3 in the morning while watching niche asmr because I've started on two others but only finished this. Still brainstorming because I have no idea what I'm gonna do for Idol! Reader x Idol! Martin π€·πΎββοΈ.
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Summary: Martin Edwards is minding his own tall business, preparing his team for a new shoot to promote something and then you walk in, a model consultant to whip these boys into shape, and wow, you're both eye to eye. My first RPF, so please enjoy.
Random Disclaimer π€ͺ: My attempt at humor, shit ton of references, maybe ooc, hyperactive Italian Greyhound x vocal Oriental Shorthair dynamic
Everyone was jittery, moving around and talking to each other, like the rowdy young men they were.
This photo shoot wasn't gonna be their first and definitely not their last any time soon. Martin was listening to his headphones, bouncing his head and shoulders while using his hands as emphasis as he mumble rapped the lyrics.
"Pallang-gwi Pallang-gwi. That's red, red," Martin mumbled to himself, analyzing the flow and chemistry. His brain working overtime, as always, he was looking for ways to be better than the last. Any moment he could take to figure out a new sound, he took it.
His concentration fell away as the car stopped finally at their new destination. The music paused as work mode switched off and play came in. He was first out of the car, after sliding his headphones off he hopped around to get some of his energy back and yell into the bright early morning sky.
"Aish! My legs fell asleep." He complained as he spotted all the others walking towards the building. Everyone was matching the energy, tired but excited to see what this new environment had in store for them. Manager- nim was leading us in while checking in with the whole crew. Juhoon was zoning out like usual, James squinting his face like a Hal-abeoji and frowning before remembering his glasses, delicately putting them on with an almost comically concentrated face.
Once inside the building, it was firstly very warm like it was lived in, rustic red walls with smooth wooden desks and ergonomic equipment. It looked almost like an artist penthouse with an old soul and specific vision.
"Cortis?" The receptionist asks and despite not being the subject of any photo shoots today, They looked like They stepped right out of an art book, colorful hair, a bold makeup look, and funky yet professional business attire. It was individualism like this that drew the group to this studio because they could let themselves be free and authentic.
Eventually they got in the elevator and since it took a while, James and Martin started drumming up on the metal bars, free styling to their own beat.
"Ayy, ayy, ayy!!" Each boy jumped in, giggling and laughing at their own antics, lightly bouncing as they really got into it. Eventually the elevator stopped with even Manager- nim chuckling at them.
Eventually the elevator opened and they walked into the studio, clean, white and pristine like a blank canvas for the photographer to work with.
The photographer stood up from their seat and bowed to them, greeting them politely. "Annyeonghaseyo." The greeting was slightly nervous and you could hear the joy in their tone, soft and ready to get started.
Cortis, in their typical loud fashion, announced their group. "Annyeonghaseyo, we are Cortis."
The photographer, Gia, giggled softly at their antics before asking for them to wait while they got the equipment.
Martin playfully wrestled his friends and tried to get his band mates to settle down, and that was when he heard the sound of heels clicking on linoleum floors and and the sound of twinkling accessories. Martin turned around and his voice caught while the rest belted out their greetings. A model about his height or taller strutted out with an air of confidence yet a humbleness that screamed authenticity.
"Annyeonghaseyo, My name is Y/N L/N." Your voice sounded heavenly. A mellifluous tune that he would never grow tired of hearing. The smooth calm voice matched you in every way, a piece of art.
Your outfit was stunning, a mix of blues, greens, and complimentary pinks like the can of Green Tea Arizona with Ginseng and Honey. From the top of your hair to the bottom of your shoes, it all screamed, 'I'm a beacon of warmth, come bathe in my presence.' And that's exactly what he wanted to do. After a days work, stretch out his long spindly figure and bathe in your presence.
Your hair was in an elaborate updo, bobby pins, hair spray and hopes keeping it together. Your makeup was experimental and bold. You had on many accessories but mostly charms on your belt , chunky decorative rings and thick eye-catching bangles that ring through the studio. Even your heels were works of art, the wedge of your heel looking like it was carved by a master, swirls, bodies and various mythical animals carved into the dark brown wood of your wedge heels.
Gia got up quickly and hugged you, embracing you despite you having to bend down to even wrap your arms under her armpits.
"Good morning, my favorite person, how are you?" You greet your dearest friend and smooth down your shirt after pulling back, giving your friend your fullest attention, allowing Martin to stare unabashedly. Gia was 20 so there could be a strong possibility that you could be her age or in the same age group. He is terrible at being able to clock someones age by just looking at their face, only having a range to go by. He hoped you would be at least the same age as him. Oh, he was down bad already, I slight heat to his nose and ears and a rapid thrumming of his heart.
It was like there was cotton in his ears, blocking out the sound of James and Keonho whispering about him in the background, shoving each other as Juhoon walked up to Martin, lightly placing a hand on his bicep and snapping him out of his stupor. Juhoon gave him a look that signaled, yea, he was indeed staring.
Martin looked back at the others and ducked his head in embarrassment, even remembering he didn't even greet you when you walked in the door, that how dumb he was acting.
"Hey guys, I'm here to help Gia. I'm her best friend but sometimes I come in as her artistic consultant. I do a lot of modeling and I even make my own artwork, so please leave it all to me. I may be a little bossy, just tell me and I'll shut my yapper." You smile sweetly at being able to make the group laugh and you end your statement with a bow, making sure that they knew that they were in great hands.
Finally at some point the shoot began with you clapping your hands twice and starting to firmly get everything into place, ordering some boys here and the others there. Everything was in order before you went over the ensemble with a critical eye, Gia waiting behind the camera for your OK. You shake my head before approaching a stiff Martin who was unusually still.
"You're very stiff, I need to rearrange you, will you let me?" You ask him, only touching people when you have their explicit consent and once he gave you a good head nod, you started my repositioning. Smooth deft hands smooth over his tense muscles and take his arms, hands, hips, and legs and move them into certain positions that gave him a vibe of loose chillness, a swagger of a young male who's the best in his game and knows it. You step back to observe your work and make a noise of satisfaction.
You move out of the frame and allow Gia to take the photos. If this was how the whole shoot was gonna go, Martin was gonna be playing a losing game.
All throughout the shoot, whenever you repositioned him or guided in that calm yet firm voice, this had his buzzing with a warm electricity which made him feel on edge but also loose and pliant. It was a confusing oxymoron which made his brain feel like hot wax.
By the end of the shoot, he felt like he was in cloud nine and Seonghyeon could tell there was a slight reluctance in his movements to get leaving. Anyone with a pair of eyes and a working brain could see that he was obviously into them and read between the lines, you could probably see that you liked him too. He shoved Martins arm and gestured his head to you. 'Go talk to them' obviously shining through his gestures. Martin panicked and shook his head lightly, eyes bugged out at the thought of even approaching this ethereal being.
James was walking behind the two seeing them fight and start wrestling with each other. James hummed to himself while waiting for the right moment to strike before shoving Martin directly at you, making him stumble and due to your quick reflexes, you caught him without impaling him on your decorative acrylic nails.
He looks up at you before straightening himself up and clearing his throat obnoxiously.
"Hi," he lifts his hand awkwardly.
"Hello, Martin was it?" You raise a perfectly groomed eyebrow that showed light mirth and warmth.
"Yep, that's my name. Martin with an M." He says dumbly whilst everyone in the background face palms incredulously.
But before he could back track, a soft chuckle escapes you, bowing your head in disbelief while you still held him by his elbows as if you needed to hold him up still.
Everyone as a collective, even Martin, thought. 'He has rizz!?'
Martin blinks at you owlishly before he joined in, giggling softly before you pulled a hand back and dabbed at your eyes with a real life lime green cotton handkerchief.
"Your style is so cool. Like crazy cool." He blurts out, mustering up all of his courage to compliment you. You then lift your head back up and smile at him with budding endearment.
"Thank you. I do a lot of this myself or I collab with other artists such as Gia over there. We could exchange socials if you'd like to see." You say boldly even though inside you were freaking out. Weird girls like you usually don't get this close to amazing handsome boys like this but you got this. You have more confidence now, you're a model for goodness sake!!
"Yea, yea, definitely." Martin jumps for the opportunity, fumbling for his phone before finally getting your insta, where you mainly operate. He nods and everyone was finally ready to leave, meaning that he had to be dragged away by his metaphorical tail.
Once outside the building, the other boys mock Martin, James falling back on Seonghyeon and swooning like a damsel in love.
"Ooh, you're so pretty and cool, what more could I ever want. You're the girl of my dreams." He says in a sickly sweet tone that was dripping in sarcasm.
"Knock it off, you ass!" Martin smacks at James while he ducks away and sprints to the car, Martin hot on his heels while everyone else laughed hysterically.
Word count: 1,789
AN: Well that's done all, as I've said, it's probably ooc, I'm not really well practiced in writing, the ending was rushed, and I didn't know how to finish it off. I might do a chat fic next, maybe who knows. This is for all the weird awkward tall girls, who felt unloved and unnatural because I myself am a tall girl with weird interests, 6'0" btw π (no seriously I'm like 5'11 or 6'0)
Summary: A beach fic with Maw of Malamute and Cortis members. Martin is so obvious with his crush and everyone around him knows, maybe even you too.
"C'mon bro, it's so pretty and warm. Can we please take a dip, there's so many pretty coasts." Keonho pouted and wiggled on his feet, looking out of his hotel window to see the bustling locals, leisurely tourist and exquisite buildings, hundreds of years old with rich history.
Cortis OT5 has finally landed in Amalfi, Italy and they were gonna spend at least a week here taking their time and unwinding from all the fan meets, due dates and ever amounting quotas that they have to meet.
Keonho was itching to jump into clear blue waters while everyone else was still getting their bags together, shades, flip flops, snacks, sunscreen, you name it.
"Manager-nim is still prepping everything, have some patience." Martin snarked at him, their everlasting beef continuing.
Keonho scrunched his face at him and rolled his eyes as he sat back down on the bed.
Martin sat down in a chair and scrolled on Weverse as a distraction, his thumb aimlessly gliding over the screen before he noticed that your group, Maw of Malamute, had went live, captioned "join us at the beach."
His interest was piqued immediately. He would be an idiot to admit it out loud but in his own personal time, he was deeply interested in the rock kpop band that based their names around precious stones.
He tapped onto the live and inserted his earbuds to hear better.
His screen lit up with fluffy white clouds, warm beige sand and a pretty face.
You were laying on your stomach, a wide thick beach towel resting underneath you and you had a bag of what looked like skincare.
"Guys, get your SPF. Burned, peeling and in pain is not a look. I'm not gonna be out here looking like a flayed gila monster with patchy red spots and cancerous dark spots."
You rant about proper skincare for the summer while putting sunscreen on your face, the type of sunscreen that was made to mix into the skin and not leave behind a ghastly white cast.
After application, your skin was left dewy and hydrated looking.
Martin was enraptured as you talk about every topic under the sun whilst flawlessly swiping creams and oils into your skin.
"Martin!" James hollered into his ear.
Poor Martin jumped almost a mile high, earbuds coming out with a sheepish look on his face. He looked down at his phone, an embarrassing flush reflecting back into his eyes from the dark screen of his phone that he had hastily clicked off in order to hide his tiny tiny obsession with the main rapper of his favorite Kpop group.
"We're heading out, if your bag is ready, let's go." James said calmly as he shifted his bag higher on his shoulder and turned on his heel.
Martin nodded and swiftly got up to grab his bag and put it over his shoulder. He awkwardly went after them and lowly apologized to his teammates.
"Sorry, I was a bit distracted." He admitted.
"More like enthralled." Keonho smirked, having caught Martin stalking your page once and has never let him live that down since then.
"Hey, don't push it, Keonho." Martin shuts that topic down instantly, not wanting his little infatuation slipping out because of the younger's blabber mouth.
"Next stop, Amalfi Coast!" James exclaimed as he shook and hugged Seonghyeon who was internally cringing at the thought of getting wet.
In the car ride over, Martin was checking his phone again, eyes flitting over your live stream again. This time you were actually doing your makeup, dipping your brush into the colors before considering each placement.
You repositioned your brush, adjusting your hand mirror before leaning the brush down to your skin carefully before fully commiting to the placement. It was methodical and precise in order to not fuck it up but it was also an attest to your proficient artistic skills with a brush of any kind.
Once they got to beach, manager-nim was notified that a group from their sister studio was in the area and was open to a mini collab. Martin knew exactly who they were talking about. He ran his hands over his face in order to hide his goofy ass smile but everyone knew he was down BAD. There is no way he could hide that especially after loud mouth Keonho found out about it.
I mean who wouldn't be interested in this new kpop band who was around the same age as them, the first Inuit artist in the Kpop industry, and their main sound is inspired by Western 2000's rock bands with female main vocalists.
Even the fans were always under their comment sections, drawing similarities and differences between the two groups. It's common for fandoms to overlap, especially since they were near in age and sister companies.
Maw of Malamute and Cortis were intertwined from the start.
Once they got out of the car, Martin was the first one out, a giddy pep in his step as they stepped onto hot sands and heard the soft lapping of waves on the shore.
It was partly cloudy but still very sunny so everything glittered like magic, the sand and especially the clear blue waters.
Manager-nim then called you guys manager and check in with you all.
Chelsea, the leader, picked her head up from her Nintendo Switch and tilted her head, her thick black hair twisted and pinned up that morning with the help of Berry from earlier today. She kept two little braids at her temples and the rest was tied back.
"Seems like Cortis is coming through." She snickered lowly into Berry's ear who had a scarf holding her hair back that was the same shade of butter yellow as her flowy swim dress. She didn't want any revealing clothes so she decided to go with tiny swim shorts + swim dress.
"Oh really? That nice." The maknae beamed and aggressively sprayed sunscreen on her skin that was paler than white people chicken.
"I so pale." The oldest and youngest chanted at the same time as if it was an involuntary reflex and turned their heads to cackle at the other in disbelief at their synchrony.
You turned your head to them and smiled warmly at the their harmony before turning back to your fans. "Ok guys, lastly, we need lots and LOTS of glitter. If you can't tell already, we're going for a beetle and beetles are very iridescent. Word of the day, iridescent. It means 'a shiny or reflective material that changes in the colors of the rainbow as it shifts and moves'." You spout off the top of your head, always looking for an opportunity to educate your fans.
Then the manager came over, a tall seasoned man named Lee Choi, and you muted the stream to make sure this was for your ears only.
"Cortis is making their way over and are agreeing to an impromptu collab."
There were cheers all around, except for Jazz, the little shit, but Lia had her arm around them and was shaking them vigorously for no reason.
You unmuted chat and squealed. "We got some special guests, chat!" You giggle and go back to packing glitter on your lid.
Finally when they were coming over, they tried to play nonchalant at first but MoM wouldn't let them, yelling, shrieking and hectic waving of hands.
When you pushed up from your position on your stomach and sat up wearing a sweet jewel green tankini and an asymmetrical skirt that matched, Martin broke out into a large idiot grin that showed off his pearly whites.
The boys sprinted over instantly, making their own hoots and howls of excitement. They crashed in the sand beside us and finally started greeting the other group.
"Hi." Martin said happily as he laid right beside you, his lanky body being propped up on his elbows underneath him and his bright warm smile was directed towards you.
You smile and lay on your stomach again just like him. "Hi Martin. Feeling free in the sun huh?" You say as you get back to your makeup, spraying down a layer of setting spray. As the most drifted to his face, it smelled of sharp crisp green apples, which was fitting for you.
If he could describe you, it would say you would be like biting into a bright sour green apple. A sharp zing across the taste buds that would make you scrunch your face up at first but as you keep eating, it would be a taste you would remember forever.
"Yea, of course." He speaks up after he realized that he left your question in the air with no response, his eyes locked onto your clear skin and shimmery eyelids. The live stream caught every single interaction, including the smug realization on your face that you had this boy wrapped around your finger, definitely.
You press on your hand held battery powered fan and shook your head lightly.
"You're much quieter in person." You observed lowly.
"Not usually." He says breathlessly, just as enraptured with your image as the first time he saw your debut mv's.
A little while later, while both of you were sitting in silence, you noticed how his skin was getting a little pink.
"You didn't put on sunscreen." You say, worried about his skin, especially with how pale he can get sometimes.
Without much preamble, you sit him up and spray some sunscreen in your hands that was a shaving cream like consistency but wasn't shaving scream. You gently massage the spf cream into his face and handle him with dutiful care. You swipe your thumbs over his face and moved down to spread it down his neck.
Martin squeezed his eyes tight as he felt your warm wide hands glide over his skin, your gentle hands taking care of his skin and making sure that he didn't a gnarly sunburn. To be honest, he was kinda planning this, especially after hearing you scold your fans about spf on live.
Eventually, you rub your hands over his topless torso and he started to get a little shakey, controlling his breathing so he won't go ballistic and embarrass himself over such simple touches.
You then end with spread the last bit of spf cream over his back and he yawned, tired and boneless from being pampered by your diligent hands.
"There, all done. Wasn't that fun?" You giggle as you see his loopy brain, high on oxytocin making him feel like good jelly.
"Yea." He nodded and both of you guys went back to sunbathing on your stomachs, giggling at each other dumbly.
As Berry watched the painfully obvious interaction go on, she realized that someone else sat right next to her and settled down quietly. She turned her head to the person and smiled when she saw it was Juhoon, the chilliest person in the entire group.
"Hi there. Sando?" She offered a Japanese style strawberry sando from the cooler right next to her. It was homemade with fluffy thick milk bread that had no crust, whipped cream made with honey as the sweetener and fresh bright red strawberries. She made extras when MoM manager hinted at the fact that Cortis was gonna be sliding through.
Juhoon's eyebrows raised just slightly before he accepted the treat.
"Thank you." He said simply, his voice low and slightly tired. He bit into it before closing his eyes momentarily, the fluffy bread, sweet cream and juicy strawberries, captivating his taste buds and making his brain turn over again and again to process this magnificence.
He ate the rest of the sando without a word, even licking off his fingers as Berry leaned her head back and laughed.
"That good, hm?" Berry inquired playfully. He nodded rapidly and looked back into the basket to spot bottled tea being kept cool with ice packs.
She caught his line of sight before plucking one out and handing it over. He nodded in appreciation and washed down the cloying aftertaste with barley tea, the roasted slightly nutty taste bringing back some of his sense.
"Thank you." He bowed his head and she waved it off.
"It's alright, how was it?" She asked eagerly, wanting to know how did on her first try.
"Good, very sweet." Came Juhoon's muffled response into a napkin, wiping off the remnants of the sweet treat.
"I'm glad." She claps her hands together.
Out in the sea, Jazz was sizing up the sea, looking at the glittering tides lapping at the sand before retracting back into itself in one foamy motion. A repetitive ebb and flow, back and forth, a rhythm that almost put them in a trance before they heard the others greeting the Cortis members.
Keonho instantly sprinted over for the water, standing right beside Jazz as if to do the same thing, sizing up this new body of water.
"You gonna swim?" He asked, the inquiry held a lilt of teasing, as if daring the other to go in with him.
Jazz turned their head and narrowed their eyes with slight bags underneath it.
"Only if you race me, ya punk." They responded strongly as they put their hands on their hips. Before they could even sprint for the water, mama bear Chalcedony was right there.
"Sun. Screen." She insisted firmly before drawing Jazz in roughly to spread the thick skin protector over their face and other parts of their exposed skin, a slight protest coming from the younger one as they get manhandled into protecting their pale pasty skin. This is the only way you can put any sunscreen on them as they would just slither out of your hold just as easily as you caught them.
It wasn't long before Jazz was released, the long sleeve swim shirt and knee length swim shorts keeping them mostly protected from the sun. After being released, Jazz stood nearby to watch Keonho get the same treatment, although this time, Chelsea was a bit more lenient on the application, massaging it into his skin before sending him off.
They looked each other in the eyes before swiftly running to the sea, making their way to the deep part before diving in happily, swimming with the grace of natural born swimmers.
Under the water, they swim for a while before Jazz resurfaced first and Keonho second.
"Whoever can hold their breath longer wins." Jazz challenges and Keonho grins before accepting.
Chelsea watched from the shore as the two splashed, trying to make sure that they didn't accidentally drown themselves.
"It's hard being a pseudo mom huh?" James questioned lightly as he sat himself next to her with a light grunt.
"Not really, some I have to keep an eye out for more than others but yes, I do worry for them sometimes." Chelsea answered truthfully, keeping her gaze on Jazz and Keonho before turning her head and officially giving James her full undivided attention.
"I get that sometimes. I'm the oldest, not exactly the leader but I do feel a sort of responsibility for all of them, even though they can take of themselves, mostly." James nodded his head truthfully.
"You're good company." Chelsea admits before she perked her head up. "It should be almost lunch time, where's Lia and Seonghyeon?"
Lia and Seonghyeon were settled in front of a shop after having just gotten a freshly squeezed fruit juice and we're now practicing to do a TikTok dance together.
"Ok, so like I said. 1 2 3 4, before, ahuh, ahuh."
She went through each step with him as he was trying to commit the steps to memory.
"This first one is just a little test, it's not gonna be perfect and I'm not asking you to make it perfect, ok?" She asked. "Ok." He quickly nodded before she started the video timer and they started the motions, a bit clumsy at first.
The video was good for a first try, giddy smiles and too much focus on getting the moves instead of trying to make the moves look good.
On the second try they were able to get it, the moves smoothed out with a hint of personal flare. When the phone was picked back up and looked over, Lia smiled.
"Yea, that's awesome!" She chirped happily and held up a hand to high five him, a bright smile plastered over his face too.
"Carnelian!" Called out Chelsea as she held up the cooler of food in order to signal it was time for lunch.
"C'mon, we got some good food prepared." Lia grabbed Seonghyeon's hand and dragged him back to the group.
They giggle as they start coming back over, Chelsea turned her head and saw Jazz and Keonho wrestling in the water, slipping and crashing like two ferrets playing fighting.
They would wrestle each other, yelping and squealing in the process, before one person would pin down the other and they would twist in the shallow water before releasing the other who squirmed out of their hold. Only then would the cycle restart.
Chelsea sighs and puts her hands on her hips. James observed her deep blue one piece swimsuit that had a tie-dye pattern on it and he was thinking maybe rhinestones would go well with it.
He was knocked out of his concentration when a wet Keonho and Jazz popped up right beside them both, thick towels being thrown over them to dry them off quickly. The towels were fluffy and warm on their soaked skin from the hot sun keeping them heated.
Lia and Seonghyeon finally made it over as you, Berry, Juhoon and Martin made their way over.
Cortis wasn't notified before hand but each member of MoM made their own food item like a potluck.
Chalcedony made sushi because all five love sushi but only trusted her with raw meat because she used to help her mom all the time when she was little and living with her in Canada.
You brought tortilla rolls filled with turkey slices, lettuce, tomato and slices of avocado. It was quick, healthy and a summer snack her mom made all the time.
Jazz made onigiri with a variety of fillings, in which they haven't told anyone what was inside. It was onigiri roulette, a little game they played with their father as a child and mainly just to be mischievous.
Berry obviously brought homemade treats, one sando down but plenty more alongside fresh yaksik made just yesterday.
Last but not least, Lia made Ube pandesal and spam musubi.
Everyone clapped and gasped after every item revealed before everyone started digging in, trying one of each thing before deciding on what they would reach for the most.
"Here, you can have it." You say as you snatch up the last sushi piece because you saw that he was favoring them.
He stares at you openly, his jaw slightly open as he saw you do that for him. You snort lightly before playfully pushing the sushi against his lips to which he actually opens his mouth and takes it from your hand.
You smile and giggle nervously as you rest your index finger on his lips a little longer than needed.
Jazz and Keonho groaned and gagged openly at your obvious affection. You giggle again and lean back with the others as Martin slaps a hand over his face in embarrassment.
The night ended with everyone saying their byes and you even got to exchange socials with Martin which totally wasn't gonna get noticed by anyone.
Word count: 3,263
AN: Here's my latest fic. I was super confused on what to do at first but then my favorite artist showed me the way. I love Yiives, go subscribe, their makeup is glorious and gave me some motivation. This took a lot out of me. I feel like I wasn't able to characterize them properly, mainly focusing on setting the scene and descriptive imagery over dialogue development, which I'm kinda terrible at. I made Martin a little dumb with his affection, because did you see his fan meets in the beginning, little to no rizz my guy. I really just get so antsy over my readers potentially not understanding my words or which person is talking when crafting dialogue. I really liked this though and I think I'll do more with Idol! Reader and Maw of Malamute, they won't be going away so soon.
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