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out of all the ways seonghyeon could get woke up from a nap, waking up from a call is definitely in the lower tiers. he would give it one and a half stars on letterboxd. would not recommend.
and to make matters even worse: it is a call from james, and that’s never a good sign.
still dazed from the rude awakening, he grabs his phone laying next to him and picks up the call.
“hello?”
“seonghyeon! sorry, did i wake you up?”
seonghyeon rubs his eyes and groans. “yeah, you did. now please be quick, i’m tired.”
“okay, okay! so you know how i drove martin to his wisdom tooth thingy ‘cause you couldn’t?” james asks. he sounds… suspicious?
“yeah, why ask?” seonghyeon narrows his eyes at his phone as if james could see him.
“so… uh. he woke up from the anesthesia and… he’s begging for you to be here.”
seonghyeon freezes, unable to even say a word. he is cycling through the thousands of meanings this could have. why would martin be asking for him? james is right there!
“…what? what do you mean he’s asking for me?” he says, suddenly wide awake and ready for the day.
“well… he’s been asking for, like-”
“holy shit, could you take any longer to get to the point!” seonghyeon groans.
“i’m trying, damn!” james says exasperatedly. “he woke up, and he asked where his boyfriend was. and i was confused ‘cause i didn’t even know he had a boyfriend!”
wait, boyfriend?
if martin was (allegedly) asking for seonghyeon, and the first thing he asked for was his alleged boyfriend, then-
“so, i asked who his boyfriend was, and he was all like ‘where’s hyeonie?’ this and ‘i want my boyfriend seonghyeon’ that! and he’s very adamant on seeing you now.” and james answers the question he was asking himself. albeit, he seemed a bit too excited to recount the events for seonghyeon.
honest to god, seonghyeon forgets how to speak. it is as if he was ariel and ursula stole the fuck out of his vocal cords. there is no way in hell martin called seonghyeon his boyfriend while high off anesthesia, this is a sick and twisted joke.
“WHAT?!” he manages to blurt out after an embarrassing long silence. he can hear james laughing through the speakers of his phone. right, because seonghyeon’s suffering is funny.
“if you guys are dating, i’m happy for you. and it is fitting for pride month, be who you are type shit.” james says, and he sounds serious behind the teasing. as if he believes the bullshit martin was spewing out of his mouth.
“dude, he’s not my boyfriend!”
“really? ‘cause martin said otherw-”
“very sure.”
seonghyeon could hear james’ head scratch of confusion though the phone. he couldn’t even blame the guy; he’s just as confused!
suddenly, he can hear another person talking in the background accompanied by james whispering a reply. seonghyeon initially assumes it is a doctor or something.
“seonghyeon, your boyfriend found out i called you and is urging me to let him talk to you, so i’m passing the phone to him. good luck!” james emphasizes the boyfriend. it’s like a lingering cloud of doom for seonghyeon.
he does not even have time to make up a good excuse to hang up, because the next thing seonghyeon hears is martin mumbling something to james. some rummaging occurs for a couple of seconds before martin officially gets the phone.
“hyeonie? sweetheart? is that you?” martin slurs out, and seonghyeon can feel his heart skip fifteen beats. martin just casually called seonghyeon sweetheart. what the fuck is his life right now.
he clears his throat before replying. “hi martin. how are you feeling?” he surprisingly does not stutter. a win for eom seonghyeon!
“i miss you… why aren’t you here with james?” martin genuinely sounds so sad, it breaks his heart a little. if only his evil professor didn’t have class at the asscrack of dawn.
“i’m sorry, i had class and couldn’t make it. don’t be mad at me, okay?” he softly says.
“i could never be mad at you.” if martin keeps on talking like this, seonghyeon will die from a heart attack. this is not healthy for his health. however, seonghyeon brushed off the comment.
“how about this, i’ll be in the car for the drive back with you? and we can make up for me not being at your appointment?” seonghyeon’s now out of bed, searching for a pair of jeans. this is stupid, they’re going to see each other soon anyway. they live together!
“okay, hyeonie. i can’t wait to see you, i’m gonna kiss you soooo hard!” seonghyeon can hear the smile in martin’s voice. he sounds so cute too, it’s so unfair james gets to witness this in person and not him.
“martin, baby. you can’t kiss right now.” seonghyeon giggles, the pet name naturally slipping out.
“broooo, can i give you a tiny one? please?”
seonghyeon knows he should say no, that martin was current talking out of his asshole and he wasn’t going to remember this in four hours. he knows to be rational.
but also, he does not want martin sulking.
“i guess that’s fine.” he mumbles. he is only so strong.
“yes! i can’t wait!” martin cutely mumbles out.
“martin, could you please pass the phone to james?”
“okey dokey! bye beautiful! come quickly!”
“i will, bye baby.”
he yet again hears rumbling for a couple seconds before james’ voice fills his phone speakers. “hello?”
“hey, can you send me the address of the dentist you’re at?” he says as he slides on a pair of sneakers.
“yeah, i’ll send it. and for the record, do not kiss in public. save that shit for at home.” he totally forgot james could also hear martin’s part of the conversation, and now he wants to ditch the whole idea.
“ugh, shut up!”
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lucky for him, the dentist’s office was only a fifteen-minute drive from his apartment. even luckier for him, the uber he booked came in record timing. it was as if the guy was camping out in front of his house.
seonghyeon texts james that he arrived and decides to wait outside for them. martin’s most likely to get checked out soon anyway.
and he was right. because not even five minutes later, the double doors next to him opened to reveal martin being pushed in a wheelchair with his cheeks stuffed with cotton. martin’s eyes instantly landed on his, and his eyes got brighter.
“hyeonie! you’re here!” he excitedly slurs out. the nurse pushing the wheelchair turned and rolled martin towards him. oddly enough, the nurse gave him some type of look, like she knew something. seonghyeon did not know what it meant, and he did not know if he wanted to.
nonetheless, as she rolls martin closer, she begins to speak. “i’m assuming you’re the boyfriend?”
oh, that’s what the look was for. awesome.
“um, yeah… sorry if he was being a bit much.” seonghyeon sheepishly says as martin pulls him into his hold, martin’s face buried in his stomach. he subconsciously runs his hands through martin’s blonde hair. he’s trying his absolute best to stay cool.
“oh no, he was great. it’s funny, the moment he woke up he started asking for you and would not stop! he must really love you.” she says endearingly, and something in him softens. it’s weird, this whole thing is weird.
before he can reply to the nurse, james walks out the door and spots seonghyeon.
“seonghyeon! thank god you’re here, help us get martin into the car.”
“wow, i travel a far fifteen-minute drive and this is the disrespect i get? i’m hurt james!” seonghyeon sarcastically says. he takes his hand out of martin’s hair and tries to step back, but martin lets out a whine and tightens his hold.
“no, don’t leave me.” he smushes his face into seonghyeon even more.
“martin, we have to get into the car. don’t you wanna go home?”
at the promise of home, martin slowly lets go of seonghyeon and slumps in his wheelchair, a pout playing in his lips.
after a couple minutes of martin’s dazed ramblings about nothing in particular and the struggle of getting him into said car, it was finally time to leave. the moment seonghyeon got into the backseat of the car, martin clung onto his arm like a koala and dug his face into seonghyeon’s neck.
“i missed my boyfriend so much. i missed you and your handsome face.” he mumbles. seonghyeon can feel the heat flushing to his cheeks, sedated martin is way too straightforward for his liking.
“okay martin. be careful with the gauzes, i don’t want a mix of your teeth blood and drool all over my shirt.” seonghyeon says as martin raises his head.
martin raises his hand and salutes. “sir yes sir!” martin giggles with a sleepy smile plastered on his face.
this drive is going to be a long one. mainly because seonghyeon will have to fight to hold himself back.
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surprisingly to seonghyeon, the drive was easy. well, besides martin talking about how pineapple pizza is one of the best pizza flavors created for ten minutes. that was not fun.
he fell asleep halfway through his rambles, nothing but soft snores heard from him. seonghyeon stole a couple looks at the sleeping boy, and he looked so beautiful. even if his lips were swollen, and he had a tiny bit of blood on the corners of his lips, and his cheeks were puffed up like a chipmunk, seonghyeon still thought that martin was the most gorgeous person he has ever seen.
his hair now grown out from the buzzcut falls onto his face perfectly. his bangs shade his face as if he is something delicate. he looks so at peace, seonghyeon wishes he could see martin like this every day.
sooner enough, they arrive at seonghyeon and martin’s shared apartment.
“seonghyeon, could you take him in for me? i’ll go pick up some food for us.” seonghyeon nods and softly shakes martin’s shoulder, trying to wake him up.
“martin, we’re home. wake up.”
martin wakes up, slowly blinking his eyes as he rises back to consciousness. once he realizes seonghyeon’s right next to him, he freezes and just stares. seonghyeon is throughly confused.
“woah, you’re so pretty.” martin says as he slowly lifts a hand to cup seonghyeon’s jaw. he can hear james’ shit attempt at concealing his laughter.
seonghyeon malfunctions for a moment before laughing. “thank you martin. let’s get inside now, okay?”
“mm, okayyy.”
seonghyeon helps him out the car and walks him inside, his hand on martin’s waist to steady him. martin lazily slings an arm around seonghyeon as he leans into him.
“darling, do you think i can take down a gorilla in a fight?” martin asks. seonghyeon cannot believe this man right now.
“darling? are you seventy years old or something?”
“hell yeah, i’m the flyest grandpa the world has ever seen!”
“whatever you wanna believe.” seonghyeon laughs as he unlocks the door. “to answer the question, definitely not in this state.”
martin’s jaw drops in disappointment. “hyeonieeee! have hope in me, i’m super duper strong!”
“eh, not really convincing right now.”
“rude!” he pouts as seonghyeon sits him on their couch. “where’s james?”
“he went to grab us food, he’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”
“ooh, food! i like food! especially pineapple pizza, it’s sooo yummy!” seonghyeon sits down next to martin, who leans his head on his shoulder.
“i know, you told me all about it.”
“i like you more than pineapple pizza, though.” he mumbles.
this is the worst. seonghyeon should not have picked up the call. get him out of here now.
“…okay martin.”
moments later, james comes back with three smoothies. james’ is almost done already, but who is surprised? they migrate to the kitchen and sit martin down on a wooden chair.
“you’re taking out his gauzes, by the way.” james says, leaning against the stovetop.
“seriously? why me?” seonghyeon complains.
“he’s your boyfriend, you get to deal with blood-saliva-soaked gauzes.”
seonghyeon loudly groans before turning and walking up to martin, who is sitting there with a drowsy smile and half-opened eyes.
“martin, open your mouth up for me.”
martin obeys and opens his mouth wide. seonghyeon slowly takes out the bloody gauzes, and he can feel martin’s saliva wet his fingers. yuck.
he places them on a clean paper towel, tosses them, and washes his hands. he grabs two fresh gauzes and stands in front of martin again.
“wow hyeonie, didn’t know you were such a romantic.” martin slurs out. even with the loss of gauzes, his tongue is still working against him.
“be quiet.” he mutters before carefully placing the gauzes far back in his mouth, right on the stitches where teeth used to be.
once they are placed, martin bites down on the gauzes. he smiles at seonghyeon, his eyes sparkly as if he’s holding the solar system in his eyes. he is so cute, seonghyeon cannot hold back the smile that appears on his face.
“seonghyeon. if you don’t stop eye-fucking him in the next five seconds, i’m drinking your smoothie.” james says.
seonghyeon whips his head around and walks away from martin (who proceeds to whine about “getting his boyfriend stolen by james”) to retrieve his smoothie. he would’ve willing continued to stare into martin’s gorgeous, amber eyes, but he was hungry and wanted that smoothie. sorry martin!
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seonghyeon is doomscrolling through instagram while eating gummies. he deserves it after a long day of suppressing his feelings for his roommate.
speaking of roommate, he hears rummaging in martin’s room. he and james put the boy to bed after feeding him his smoothie—which was a hell to deal with in of itself. martin was incredibly determined to get a kiss out of seonghyeon, for some reason. he had to promise that martin could kiss him all he wanted after he took a nap (a little white lie doesn’t hurt anyone).
his assumption was right, as not long after martin walks out of his room with his hair sticking out in every direction and a blanket draped over his shoulders.
“hi seonghyeon.” he says, no slur this time. seems like the medication’s finally out of his system. the thought oddly makes seonghyeon a little sad.
“hey, do you need your medication?” seonghyeon stands up and begins to walk to the kitchen.
“yes please, my mouth hurts so bad.”
seonghyeon grabs the bag of prescribed pain relievers given by the dentists, opens the bottle, and hands two pills to martin. he passes him a plastic water bottle, and martin quickly downs the medication.
they lean against the kitchen counter when martin asks “hey, did I say anything stupid? please tell me no.”
seonghyeon acts like he’s recalling memories. “are you sure you want to know?”
“god, how bad was i?” martin laughs.
“well… apparently i’m your boyfriend. i thought relationships were an agreed-on thing?” seonghyeon jokes, a smirk painted on his face. he can see the color drain out of martin’s face, as if he saw a ghost.
“what.” Is the only thing martin can get out, and seonghyeon softly laughs.
“you called me darling too. like who says that?”
martin groans as he buries his face in his blanket. “you must be joking. why would i say that?”
“i called you old, and you said you were the flyest grandpa ever.”
“oh my god, what is wrong with me?” martin mumbles while seonghyeon just laughs. he is having too much fun with this.
“wait, i almost forgot the best part!”
martin lifts his head, and his face is slightly pink. “what now?”
seonghyeon steps a little closer to martin. “you said you wanted to kiss me like, a lot. the offer’s still on the table if you want.” his eyes flicker from martin’s eyes down to his lips for a split moment before jolting back up.
“are you serious? like- you’re not fucking with me right now?” martin blurts out, and seonghyeon quickly nods.
martin smiles widely before tightly holding seonghyeon’s waist and pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips. before he can fully lean back, seonghyeon cups the side of his face and pulls him back in for another one
they pull away and martin looks at seonghyeon for a moment, his face more flushed than before. “uh… hi.”
seonghyeon laughs before replying. “hi.”
“i like you a lot, if that wasn’t obvious.” martin blurts out, his finger gripping the fabric of seonghyeon’s shirt.
“i got the hint after you said you liked me more than pineapple pizza.” seonghyeon’s hands travel down to his shoulders.
“i’m never getting put under anesthesia ever again.”
seonghyeon softly chuckles before pressing a kiss on his inflamed cheek. “i like you too.”
martin pulls him closer and buries his face in seonghyeon’s shoulder. seonghyeon wraps his arms around the other.
“i’m so embarrassed.” martin mumbles into him. seonghyeon laughs as he strokes the other’s back.
he doesn’t regret waking up to james’ call anymore. seonghyeon would revise his one and a half stars to five stars. ten-out-of-ten, would experience the day again.