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The dormitory owned by the members of Cortis was unusually loud for once.
Not chaotic loud.
Comfortable loud.
The kind that only happened whenever all the members happened to be free at the same time—which was becoming rarer lately.
Schedules had been brutal these past few months. Endless practices, recordings, choreography adjustments, interviews, late-night producing sessions, and overseas promotions had slowly drained the life out of everyone. Even the managers had started telling them to rest more.
Unfortunately, one particular six-foot blond seemed physically incapable of doing that.
Martin had been locking himself inside the studio almost every night recently, surviving off convenience store snacks and iced americanos while working endlessly on beats and lyrics. Even when he wasn’t required to produce, he still did. He always claimed inspiration “came randomly” and that he had to catch it before it disappeared.
In reality, everyone knew he was overworking himself again.
Especially Juhoon.
The seventeen-year-old had lost count of how many times he’d walked into the studio at three in the morning only to find Martin half-asleep at his laptop with headphones crooked around his neck.
So when James loudly announced—
“We are dragging Martin outside today.”
Nobody objected.
“Seriously,” Seonghyeon sighed while putting on his shoes near the entrance. “If I hear one more unfinished demo through the studio walls, I’m deleting Logic Pro myself.”
Martin looked personally offended from the couch.
“You guys don’t support art.”
“We support sleep,” Keonho answered immediately.
Meanwhile, Juhoon sat quietly at the dining table scrolling through his phone, lips twitching faintly at the conversation.
Martin immediately noticed.
“You think this is funny too?”
Juhoon finally looked up calmly. “A little.”
Martin gasped dramatically. “Betrayal from my own soulmate.”
“Your soulmate needs alone time.”
James snorted loudly. “Translation: Juhoon’s busy.”
Juhoon nodded once. “I promised my cousin I’d help him with something tonight.”
Martin visibly deflated.
And because Martin was Martin—
He made sure everyone saw it.
“You’re abandoning me.”
“You’re going shopping, not war.”
“It’s basically the same.”
Keonho grabbed Martin by the hood before he could continue being dramatic.
“Come on, giant.”
Martin groaned loudly while being dragged toward the door, blonde hair messy from running his hands through it all day.
Before leaving, though, he looked back toward Juhoon again.
“You sure you can’t come?”
Juhoon smiled faintly.
That quiet contagious smile that always made Martin stare too long.
“I’ll survive one night without you.”
Martin narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“…Rude.”
“Go have fun.”
Martin sighed heavily like the world was against him before finally leaving with the others.
The second the door shut—
James’ voice echoed loudly from outside.
“He misses his boyfriend already!”
“SHUT UP!”
Juhoon laughed quietly to himself from inside the dorm.
—
The night started harmlessly enough.
Dinner first.
Then thrifting.
Then photobooths.
Then wandering around random stores without buying anything.
Then somehow ending up in an arcade at nearly ten at night because Martin got too competitive over basketball games.
“THAT MACHINE IS RIGGED.”
“You lost to Seonghyeon,” James said through laughter.
Martin pointed aggressively. “He cheated somehow.”
“I literally just won.”
“Suspicious behavior.”
Keonho nearly fell onto the floor laughing.
For the first time in weeks, Martin actually looked relaxed.
Not producer Martin.
Not idol Martin.
Just Martin.
Goofy.
Carefree.
Loud.
Dragging the members into random stores because he saw “something funny,” throwing an arm around everyone dramatically during pictures, laughing loudly enough to turn heads whenever James said something stupid.
Even Seonghyeon noticed eventually.
“He looks less dead tonight.”
James nodded. “Juhoon was right.”
Martin blinked. “Huh?”
“You’ve been overworking yourself.”
Martin scoffed casually. “I’m fine.”
“You fell asleep holding ramen three nights ago.”
“That happened once.”
“Twice,” Keonho corrected.
Martin ignored him immediately.
But sometime around midnight, after too much wandering and too many snacks, James suggested one final stop.
A bar.
Martin almost refused at first.
Almost.
Then Keonho said—
“One drink won’t kill you.”
Famous last words.
—
An hour later, Martin was drunk.
Not blackout drunk.
But definitely gone.
And unfortunately for everyone involved, drunk Martin was somehow the complete opposite of sober Martin.
Normally, Martin was loud.
Sarcastic.
Always teasing someone.
Always moving around.
But drunk Martin?
Quiet.
Very quiet.
The blond sat slumped against the booth with flushed cheeks and sleepy eyes, slowly sipping his drink while staring blankly at nothing.
James stared at him suspiciously.
“This is weird.”
Keonho nodded immediately. “He stopped talking.”
Seonghyeon looked genuinely concerned. “Should we restart him?”
Martin blinked slowly.
“…Jju has nice eyes.”
Silence.
Then James burst into violent laughter.
“Oh my god.”
Martin pointed lazily at nobody in particular.
“And his smile.”
Keonho nearly choked.
“He’s gone.”
Martin continued mumbling quietly to himself while staring into space.
“He laughs at everything I say even when I’m not funny…”
“You’re never beating the in-love allegations,” Seonghyeon snorted.
Martin frowned weakly. “I’m hilarious.”
“You’re drunk.”
Martin thought about that seriously for a full five seconds.
“…True.”
By the time they finally left the bar, Martin could barely walk straight.
His tall frame leaned heavily against James while Keonho held onto his arm from the other side.
“You’re huge,” James complained.
“Six feet of useless,” Seonghyeon added.
Martin only mumbled something incoherent about Juhoon again.
That was when Keonho suddenly stopped walking.
A slow grin spread across his face.
“…Wait.”
James immediately recognized that expression.
“Oh no.”
“What if,” Keonho started carefully, “we drop him off at Juhoon’s apartment?”
Silence.
Then Seonghyeon gasped.
“Oh that’s evil.”
James was already laughing again.
Martin blinked slowly. “Jju?”
“Exactly,” Keonho answered.
None of them felt even slightly guilty.
Because honestly?
The whole group already knew anyway.
Martin and Juhoon thought they were subtle.
They absolutely were not.
So twenty minutes later, three exhausted members stood outside Juhoon’s apartment while holding up one gigantic drunk blond.
The apartment door opened.
Juhoon blinked once.
Then twice.
Martin immediately lit up.
“Jju.”
His voice sounded so soft that all three members almost screamed.
Juhoon stared at the situation in disbelief.
“…Why is he like this?”
Keonho looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“Delivery service.”
“We’re giving him to you,” James added helpfully.
Martin suddenly reached toward Juhoon dramatically.
“Baby.”
James collapsed against the wall laughing instantly.
Juhoon’s face burned red.
“Get inside,” he muttered quickly.
The members practically shoved Martin into Juhoon’s arms.
Unfortunately for Juhoon—
Martin was huge.
The taller boy immediately melted against him, arms wrapping around Juhoon’s waist while burying his face into his shoulder.
“You smell nice.”
Seonghyeon made the loudest fake gagging noise imaginable.
Juhoon glared at all three of them.
“You guys are evil.”
“Text us updates,” James said immediately.
“NO.”
The door slammed shut in their faces seconds later while the members cackled loudly from outside the hallway.
Inside the apartment, Juhoon sighed deeply while trying to support one very clingy six-foot drunk boyfriend.
Martin looked down at him sleepily.
Then smiled.
Soft.
Crooked.
Completely gone.
“There’s my favorite person.”
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The apartment became significantly quieter after the door closed.
Only the faint sound of rain outside and the distant laughter of the members echoing down the hallway remained before even that disappeared too.
Juhoon stood frozen near the entrance with one very large drunk blond attached to him.
Martin practically melted against his body, arms loosely around Juhoon’s waist while resting his full weight onto him without shame.
Which was a problem.
Because Martin was heavy.
Very heavy.
“Martin,” Juhoon sighed softly, trying not to laugh at the situation, “stand properly.”
“No.”
“You’re crushing me.”
“You’re comfy.”
Juhoon looked up at him helplessly.
Drunk Martin apparently lost all sense of dignity.
Normally, Martin was playful but controlled. Loud, sarcastic, teasing everyone every five seconds while pretending nothing embarrassed him.
Now?
Now he looked at Juhoon like he personally hung the stars in the sky.
It was dangerous.
Martin suddenly lifted his head slightly, sleepy eyes blinking down at him.
“You’re really pretty.”
Juhoon immediately looked away. “You’re drunk.”
“Mhm.” Martin nodded seriously. “Still true.”
Juhoon’s heart betrayed him immediately.
Annoying.
Very annoying.
“Come on,” Juhoon muttered quietly while slipping an arm around Martin’s waist to support him better. “Let’s get you cleaned up first.”
Martin followed obediently.
Mostly.
Halfway toward the bedroom, he suddenly stopped walking.
Juhoon blinked. “Why did you stop?”
Martin stared at him carefully for a few seconds.
Then—
“I missed you.”
Juhoon softened instantly.
“You were gone for like six hours.”
“Longest six hours ever.”
Juhoon laughed quietly despite himself before finally dragging the taller boy toward the bathroom.
The second they got inside, Martin sat dramatically on the closed toilet seat while staring up at Juhoon with heavy-lidded eyes.
Juhoon crossed his arms.
“You okay?”
Martin nodded once.
Then immediately leaned forward and wrapped both arms around Juhoon’s waist again.
“…Martin.”
“No balance.”
“You’re literally hugging me.”
“Exactly.”
Juhoon could not believe this was the same guy who acted cool twenty-four seven.
Martin looked like an oversized clingy puppy right now.
A very blond one.
Juhoon reached down and gently brushed Martin’s messy hair back from his forehead.
“You’re a mess.”
Martin smiled lazily.
“You like me messy.”
Juhoon paused.
“…Drunk confidence is crazy.”
Martin only grinned wider.
After a few minutes of struggling, Juhoon finally managed to convince Martin to change clothes.
Which honestly should not have been that difficult.
“Arms up,” Juhoon instructed calmly while holding one of Martin’s oversized shirts.
Martin obeyed immediately.
Then halfway through changing, he suddenly froze while staring at Juhoon again.
Juhoon blinked.
“…What?”
Martin looked genuinely emotional for some reason.
“You take care of me.”
The words came out so soft that Juhoon nearly missed them.
His expression softened immediately.
“Of course I do.”
Martin shook his head slowly like that answer wasn’t enough.
“No but like…” He frowned sleepily, trying to organize his thoughts. “You always do.”
Juhoon’s chest tightened slightly.
Martin rarely got openly emotional sober.
Drunk, though?
Apparently every thought in his brain came spilling out unfiltered.
Juhoon gently tugged his clean shirt down properly.
“There,” he murmured quietly. “Better.”
Martin kept staring.
Then suddenly—
“You have a nice smile.”
Juhoon blinked.
Martin continued immediately after.
“And your laugh.”
“…Martin.”
“And your eyes.” Martin leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees while looking up at him with the softest expression imaginable. “And the way you steal my blankets.”
Juhoon laughed quietly. “I do not.”
“You do.”
“You literally hog the whole bed.”
“You steal specifically my side.”
“That’s because you’re warm.”
Martin looked weirdly pleased by that information.
“See? You love me.”
Juhoon rolled his eyes fondly before grabbing his toothbrush.
“Open.”
Martin obediently opened his mouth immediately.
It should not have been attractive watching a six-foot drunk guy quietly let someone brush his teeth for him.
And yet.
Juhoon hated himself a little.
Martin mumbled around the toothbrush halfway through.
“Jju.”
“Don’t talk.”
“You smell nice too.”
“Martin.”
“And your cheeks are cute.”
Juhoon finally laughed helplessly while trying to finish brushing his teeth properly.
“You’re impossible.”
Martin looked extremely proud of himself afterward.
The moment they finally reached the bed, Martin immediately collapsed face-first into the mattress dramatically.
Juhoon pulled the blankets over him carefully.
“There. Sleep.”
Martin turned his head slowly.
“…Stay.”
“I need to clean up first.”
Martin’s expression dropped instantly.
Like genuinely devastated.
Juhoon almost laughed again.
“You’ll survive two minutes without me.”
Martin reached out blindly until his fingers caught Juhoon’s wrist.
“No.”
Juhoon looked down.
Martin looked up at him with sleepy eyes and messy blond hair spread across the pillow.
Then quietly—
“Please?”
Juhoon felt his heart actually stutter.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
“Martin…”
“If you leave,” Martin mumbled weakly, “I might cry.”
Juhoon stared at him in disbelief.
“You are not crying.”
“I’m emotional.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Same thing.”
Juhoon tried so hard not to smile.
Failed miserably.
Martin noticed immediately.
“There it is,” he whispered softly.
“What?”
“That smile.”
Juhoon’s ears warmed.
Martin gently tugged his wrist again.
“Stay over.”
“I literally live here.”
“Stay with me then.”
Juhoon really could not resist him like this.
With a quiet sigh, he finally slipped under the blankets beside him.
Immediately—
Martin wrapped himself around him like a giant blanket.
Juhoon let out a startled laugh as Martin buried his face against his neck.
“You’re clingy.”
“You like it.”
“…A little.”
Martin smiled sleepily against his skin before pressing tiny lazy kisses along Juhoon’s jaw.
Then his cheek.
Then the corner of his mouth.
Juhoon’s breath caught slightly.
“Martin.”
“Hm?”
“You’re still drunk.”
“Still love you.”
The words came out so casually.
So naturally.
Like breathing.
Juhoon froze for half a second.
Martin only looked at him softly afterward, fingers brushing gently against his waist beneath the blanket.
“You’re my favorite person,” he whispered.
Juhoon’s chest hurt in the best way possible.
Before Martin could continue rambling, Juhoon leaned forward and kissed him.
Softly.
Immediately shutting him up.
Martin melted instantly.
The taller boy kissed him back slowly, one large hand sliding gently into Juhoon’s hair while humming happily against his lips.
“There you are,” Martin whispered sleepily between kisses.
Juhoon smiled helplessly against his mouth.
Martin continued showering him with lazy affection afterward.
Small kisses.
Nose nudges.
Tiny playful nibbles near his jaw that made Juhoon quietly laugh into the pillow.
Eventually, though, Martin’s movements slowed.
His breathing softened.
The alcohol finally pulling him under completely.
Even half asleep, he still tightened his arms around Juhoon protectively.
Juhoon looked up at him quietly in the dark room.
Messy blond hair.
Sleepy face.
Huge frame curled around him gently despite being able to take up the entire bed himself.
Gentle giant.
Juhoon smiled softly before brushing his fingers through Martin’s hair.
“Goodnight, idiot.”
Martin mumbled something incoherent.
Then sleepily kissed Juhoon’s forehead one last time before fully drifting off.
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The first thing Martin felt when he woke up was pain.
Not horrible pain.
Just enough headache to make him regret every life decision from the previous night.
He groaned quietly into the pillow.
Then froze.
Warmth.
There was warmth pressed against his chest.
Martin blinked one eye open slowly.
Juhoon slept curled against him beneath the blankets, one hand loosely gripping the front of Martin’s shirt while his face stayed tucked near Martin’s collarbone. His dark hair was messy from sleep, lips slightly parted, breathing soft and even.
Martin’s brain completely short-circuited.
“…Oh.”
Very blurry flashes from last night suddenly came rushing back.
The bar.
James laughing at him.
Keonho calling him “six feet of useless.”
Being dropped off at Juhoon’s apartment.
Then—
Baby.
Martin shut his eyes immediately.
“Oh no.”
His face burned.
Another memory surfaced.
You have a nice smile.
And your laugh.
And your eyes.
Martin wanted to evaporate.
Beside him, Juhoon stirred slightly at the movement before blinking awake slowly.
The moment their eyes met—
Juhoon smiled.
Small.
Sleepy.
Dangerously amused.
Martin knew instantly.
“…How bad was it?”
Juhoon bit back a laugh.
“Pretty bad.”
Martin groaned into the pillow dramatically. “Kill me.”
“No.”
“Please.”
Juhoon laughed softly this time, the sound still rough from sleep.
Martin stared at him weakly.
“There’s no way I survived last night with dignity.”
“You called me your favorite person six different times.”
Martin covered his face immediately with both hands.
“Oh my god.”
“You also threatened to cry if I left.”
“Stop talking.”
“And you made me brush your teeth for you.”
“JUHOON.”
Juhoon burst into actual laughter now.
Bright.
Contagious.
The kind of laugh that always made Martin stare without realizing.
Unfortunately, Martin was doing exactly that now.
Juhoon noticed instantly.
“…What?”
Martin sighed dramatically into the pillow.
“You’re still cute.”
Juhoon’s ears immediately turned pink.
“You’re literally hungover and still flirting.”
“I’m committed to the bit.”
“You’re embarrassing.”
Martin peeked at him from beneath his arms.
“…Did I at least act cool while drunk?”
Juhoon stared silently for three seconds.
Then—
“No.”
Martin looked devastated.
“You were attached to me the entire night.”
“…Okay but that’s kinda cute.”
“You almost cried because I said I was getting water.”
Martin paused.
“…Did I actually?”
“You grabbed my shirt and said, ‘Don’t abandon me in this cruel world.’”
Silence.
Then Juhoon completely lost it laughing again.
Martin buried his burning face into Juhoon’s shoulder instantly.
“I’m never drinking again.”
“You say that every time.”
“Because every time I become emotionally unemployed.”
Juhoon kept laughing quietly while running his fingers through Martin’s messy blond hair comfortingly.
Martin sighed dramatically against his shoulder.
“You still took care of me though.”
Juhoon softened immediately at the quieter tone.
“Obviously.”
Martin looked up at him afterward.
Still sleepy.
Still warm.
Still ridiculously clingy.
“You’re nice to me.”
Juhoon blinked. “You sound surprised.”
“I just…” Martin paused for a second before smiling softly. “I really like you.”
Juhoon’s expression melted instantly.
It didn’t matter how many times Martin said things like that.
It always hit the same.
Before Juhoon could answer though—
The apartment buzzer rang loudly.
Both of them froze.
Then another buzz came immediately after.
Followed by loud yelling downstairs.
“OPEN UP LOVEBIRDS!”
Martin shut his eyes slowly.
“No.”
Juhoon immediately started laughing again.
James.
Of course.
The buzzer rang continuously now alongside loud dramatic banging.
“WE KNOW YOU’RE ALIVE.”
“HYUNG STOP YELLING,” Seonghyeon’s voice complained faintly in the background.
Keonho sounded way too excited. “I need details immediately.”
Martin groaned loudly into the mattress.
“They came to bully me.”
“They absolutely did.”
Five minutes later, Juhoon opened the apartment door wearing oversized sweatpants and a hoodie while Martin remained half-dead behind him on the couch.
The second the members walked in—
James screamed.
“Oh my god, he’s alive.”
Keonho immediately spotted Martin’s condition and burst into laughter.
“You look terrible.”
Martin flipped him off weakly from the couch without opening his eyes.
Seonghyeon walked in carrying iced coffees like a peace offering.
“We brought supplies.”
“That’s actually why you’re my favorite,” Martin mumbled.
James gasped dramatically. “CHEATER. You told Juhoon he was your favorite person.”
Juhoon nearly choked on air.
Martin slowly opened one eye.
“…You remember that?”
“We remember everything,” Keonho answered immediately.
Martin sat up slowly in horror.
“No.”
“Oh yes.”
James immediately pulled out his phone.
“We actually documented some moments.”
“DELETE THAT.”
Too late.
A video started playing loudly.
Drunk Martin clinging to Juhoon outside the apartment building while mumbling—
“His cheeks are cute…”
Juhoon covered his face instantly.
Seonghyeon collapsed laughing onto the floor.
Keonho could barely breathe.
Meanwhile Martin looked one second away from leaving the country.
“I hate all of you.”
“No you don’t,” James laughed.
Martin groaned and threw a pillow at him.
Unfortunately for Martin—
That only encouraged them more.
“You literally looked at Juhoon like he invented happiness,” Keonho teased.
“And the way you said ‘baby’ outside the apartment?” Seonghyeon added dramatically.
Martin immediately pointed at Juhoon accusingly.
“You kissed me first last night.”
The room went silent.
Juhoon blinked rapidly.
James screamed loud enough to scare everyone.
“OH MY GOD.”
“WAIT WHAT?” Keonho yelled.
Juhoon looked ready to pass away.
Martin realized what he said two seconds too late.
“…Oops.”
James fell onto the floor laughing violently.
Seonghyeon pointed between them dramatically. “THEY’RE NEVER BEATING THE ALLEGATIONS.”
Juhoon buried his face into his hoodie while the others absolutely lost their minds.
Meanwhile Martin sat there with messy blond hair, hungover eyes, and absolutely zero regret anymore because Juhoon was secretly smiling behind his sleeves anyway.
The teasing lasted the entire morning.
Actually—no.
It lasted all afternoon too.
James refused to let anything go for longer than five minutes, Keonho kept replaying the embarrassing videos every chance he got, and Seonghyeon somehow made everything worse by adding dramatic commentary over each clip like a nature documentary narrator.
“And here,” Seonghyeon said seriously while pointing at Martin sprawled dramatically across Juhoon in the video, “we observe a giant blond creature in its natural habitat—desperately attached to its mate.”
“I hate this team,” Martin muttered into his iced coffee.
“You love us,” James corrected immediately.
“Unfortunately.”
Juhoon sat quietly beside Martin on the couch pretending to scroll through his phone, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching upward every few seconds.
Martin noticed every single one.
“You’re enjoying this.”
Juhoon finally looked over calmly. “A little.”
“Betrayal.”
“You called me baby in public.”
“That sounds fake.”
Keonho gasped dramatically. “HE DOESN’T REMEMBER.”
“Oh he remembers,” Juhoon said immediately.
Martin looked personally attacked.
The apartment eventually settled into something softer after lunch. James and Seonghyeon started arguing over a movie, Keonho ended up half asleep on the floor, and rain continued quietly outside the windows like it had all weekend.
It felt warm.
Domestic.
Comfortable.
Martin sat slouched against the couch cushions beside Juhoon with his hood pulled over his messy blond hair while lazily stealing fries from Juhoon’s plate.
“You’ve eaten half my food.”
“You love sharing.”
“I actually don’t.”
Martin smiled sleepily before leaning his head against Juhoon’s shoulder anyway.
The members immediately noticed.
“Disgusting,” James whispered emotionally.
“They’re sickeningly in love,” Seonghyeon agreed.
Neither of them moved apart.
At this point, there wasn’t really a reason to.
The team had known for months anyway.
The sneaking around had become almost pointless after Martin accidentally left his hoodie at Juhoon’s apartment for the fourth time and Juhoon started unconsciously wearing Martin’s rings during livestreams.
Everyone knew.
Nobody cared.
If anything, they found it entertaining.
Martin suddenly spoke up quietly beside Juhoon.
“I think my hangover’s finally gone.”
Keonho looked up from the floor instantly. “Good. Now explain why you almost cried over Juhoon getting water.”
Martin grabbed a pillow and threw it directly at his face.
“Die.”
The room exploded into laughter again.
Juhoon shook his head helplessly before finally setting his food down.
“You guys are never letting this go, huh?”
“Absolutely not,” James answered immediately.
Martin groaned dramatically before sliding lower into the couch until he was half laying across Juhoon now.
Juhoon looked down at him.
“…Comfortable?”
Martin nodded against his stomach.
“Mhm.”
“You’re clingy even sober.”
“Only for you.”
The room collectively booed.
Martin flipped everyone off without lifting his head.
Hours later, the members finally started leaving one by one as evening approached.
James stretched near the door. “I’m going home before these two get any more romantic.”
“You’re single and bitter,” Martin answered immediately.
“True.”
Seonghyeon grabbed his jacket while laughing. “Text us next time Martin gets drunk. That was the funniest night of my life.”
“There won’t be a next time,” Martin groaned.
Keonho snorted loudly. “Liar.”
Before leaving, James suddenly paused near the doorway and looked back at the two of them sitting together on the couch.
Then unexpectedly—
His expression softened slightly.
“You guys are cute though.”
Silence filled the apartment for half a second.
Then immediately—
“Ew,” Martin said.
James gasped. “I TAKE IT BACK.”
The door slammed dramatically behind them moments later while everyone’s laughter faded into the hallway.
Then finally—
Quiet.
Rain still tapped softly against the windows.
The apartment suddenly felt bigger without the others there.
Juhoon sighed softly while leaning back against the couch.
Martin stayed sprawled against him comfortably.
Neither spoke for a little while.
They didn’t really need to.
Martin eventually tilted his head upward slightly to look at him.
“You tired?”
“A little.”
“You didn’t sleep much because of me.”
Juhoon hummed quietly. “Worth it.”
Martin stared at him for a second.
Then smiled.
Soft.
Real.
The kind of smile he only really showed when nobody else was around.
“You’re really bad at resisting me.”
Juhoon snorted quietly. “You literally threatened to cry.”
“I would’ve.”
“That’s insane.”
Martin laughed softly before reaching up to tug gently at Juhoon’s sleeve.
“Come here.”
“I’m already here.”
“Closer.”
Juhoon rolled his eyes fondly but still shifted down slightly.
Immediately, Martin wrapped both arms around him and buried his face into his neck again.
Huge clingy baby.
Juhoon smiled helplessly while threading his fingers through messy blond hair.
Outside, the rain softened into a drizzle.
Inside, the apartment stayed warm and dim, lit only by the kitchen lights and the cloudy evening sky through the windows.
Martin looked up eventually.
Sleepy again.
“You know what I remember most from last night?”
Juhoon raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Martin smiled faintly.
“Coming here.”
Juhoon’s expression softened immediately.
Martin reached up and brushed his thumb gently against Juhoon’s cheek.
“I think no matter how bad things get…” he murmured quietly, “I always just wanna end up with you.”
For once, Juhoon had no sarcastic response ready.
His chest only tightened warmly.
Martin always did this somehow.
Act goofy for hours.
Act loud and ridiculous.
Then suddenly say something so genuine it completely knocked the air out of Juhoon’s lungs.
Juhoon leaned down slowly.
Kissed him softly.
Martin melted immediately into it, smiling against his lips.
“No more alcohol confessions,” Juhoon whispered afterward.
Martin grinned lazily.
“So sober confessions instead?”
“You’re annoying.”
“You love me.”
Juhoon sighed dramatically.
“…Unfortunately.”
Martin burst into loud laughter before pulling Juhoon down on top of him completely, arms wrapped tightly around his waist while rain continued softly outside.
And somewhere between quiet kisses, sleepy laughter, tangled blankets, and Martin mumbling another half-asleep “favorite person” into his shoulder—
Juhoon realized something simple.
No matter how chaotic things got with schedules, promotions, teasing members, or drunken confessions…
Martin always felt like home.