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martin does not know what he's doing here.
he has never wanted to go home more than now. he knew that he should've said no to keonho's constant begging of the blonde going to this house party. he knew that he shouldn't have let the other drag him over here. and he definitely knows that he shouldn't be in a circle with a bit over a dozen people, an empty glass bottle in the middle being spun for a stupid seven minutes in heaven game.
martin is not the biggest fan of partying or drinking. why would he be in a stinky house filled with drunk people when he can be at the solitude of his bedroom, cuddled up in his soft sheets while finishing a book? why would he drink his head off and wake up with an aching headache when he can work on writing lyrics or creating a new beat instead?
unfortunate for him, his best friend ahn keonho loves that exact thing. partying, dancing, drinking until his liver blows up, he soaks it all in. so martin ends up at more parties than he prefers due to said friend. the younger always finds a way to convince martin to 'loosen up hyung! you spend too much time making music or reading anyway, you need to go outside!'
he decides to wear a tight sleeveless black top with a v-neck to the party. he pairs it with a leather jacket and black pants layered with a couple belts. martin usually doesn't wear something so bold as he usually lives in sweaters and baggy clothing, but it's a party and he needed to wear this out at least once. apparently it looks good, because when keonho drops by his house to hang out before heading out, he says "damn hyung! you look sexy!" he assumes that means he looks good.
but now, here he is, sat on a sticky wooden floor (with his nice pants mind you!) in some bedroom, playing fucking seven minutes in heaven. he blames it on ahn keonho. the boy literally dragged him to the room. he does not want to do this shit.
he sees yunah and minju stumble out the closet while giggling a lot. huh, he didn't expect that. he hasn't been paying attention to the game since it started and decided to zone out. good for them, he suppose. the two girls sit on opposite sides and minju passes him the bottle.
"your turn martin!" and all eyes are now on him. martin slowly takes the bottle from her hand and places it on the ground. he curses to himself before spinning the bottle. it feels like the bottle spins for eternity, martin watching it down like a hawk as it slows down. sooner enough it finally stops, and martin looks at where the neck is pointing.
it's eom seonghyeon. just his luck.
now, martin doesn't really have anything against seonghyeon. if anything, the problem could be that he doesn't have a problem with the guy. there's nothing wrong with him; he's popular and very well liked. he's the star player on the soccer team, seemingly good at everything, very kind, and handsome. that's not what concerns him however. he could care less about popularity, he's not the type to get jealous over something so simple as status. the problem is that seonghyeon is insanely fucking hot.
he's wearing a tight black baby tee with black, slightly flared jeans. it's simple yet effective. the shirt showcases his broad shoulders and defined arm muscles. don't even get martin started on seonghyeon's eyeliner and recently cut hair. don't ask him how he remembers he got a haircut.
he looks so good, too good even.
the room goes silent for a second before erupting in noise it's mainly a mix of shocked reactions, which does make sense. martin isn't the most popular person ever; he's well known for his musical talents but that's about it and the blonde's fine with that. seonghyeon on the other hand is everywhere. very sociable, on the soccer team, and attractive, there's no doubt he's going to be popular amongst their school. they are on two different levels of status, so this pairing kind of doesn't make sense. shit, even martin's confused on how this happened.
keonho's saying something to him but he doesn't pay attention. he's only focused on seonghyeon, who looks at the bottle and then him. the boy smiles and stands up, beginning to walk to the closet. martin takes that as a sign and slowly stands up as well. keonho grabs his arm and martin looks down confused.
"are you seriously gonna do it?" keonho has this look of concealed excitement on his face, which martin is really confused to see. is he just happy for his best friend? he should ask the brunette about it later.
"chill, i'll be fine. he won't do anything." martin shakes keonho off of him. maybe his best friend's a little too happy about this. he walks into the closet, where he meets seonghyeon standing by the door. the door soon shuts.
martin and seonghyeon are leaning on different walls, trying to create some distance. it's kind of impossible when this closet is illegally small, so they're about face-to-face with each other. the blonde's messing with a ring on his hand as he speaks.
"look, i'm not gonna pressure you into doing something you don't want to. we can just sit here and do nothing if that's what you want." embarrassment kicking in, he looks away and pushes his glasses up. he really shouldn't have said anything, god that was so embarrassing.
"martin, look at me." seonghyeon mutters, and martin instantly caves in as he looks down.
"who said i didn't want to do anything?" seonghyeon looks up at him as he traces shapes on martin's stomach. he looks at the blonde with these sweet, charming eyes, his deep voice being a total contrast. martin is so down bad right now it's not even funny.
"i—what?" martin sputters out.
seonghyeon smiles as he trails his hands up to martin's neck, feeling on the taller's wavy hair.
"i'm just saying... i'll do whatever you want to do. don't hold back."
maybe martin is falling for this trick; maybe after these seven minutes seonghyeon will abandon him and act like this never happened. but honestly, martin could not care less right now. all he wants right now is him. martin can blame the singular shot and white claw he had half an hour ago.
his hands wrap around seonghyeon's tiny waist, fingers caressing the sliver of skin apparent due to his baby tee rising. martin leans down and stops right when their lips are about to touch.
"you sure?"
"very. now hurry up and kiss me." martin laughs a little before saying "noted." he presses his lips against seonghyeon's.
seonghyeon's lips are soft, like laying on a cloud. he tastes like berries and whatever alcohol he downed that night, but the blonde doesn't complain. the taste is intoxicating and makes him want more. apparently seonghyeon agrees as he wraps his arms around martin's neck, keeping him close. their lips move in sync, as if they were made to fit so perfectly together.
the kiss is slow. not in a bored way, but an oddly intimate way. the kiss is heated, yes, but still taken step by step. the slow, caring kiss fully contrasts the way their hands feel up on each other. it's as if they don't have seven minutes, but instead hours.
they soon pull apart. not by choice, but by the need to breathe. martin leans back enough to look at seonghyeon, and he looks so beautiful like this. in the dim lighting, with that soft expression on his face, his lips slightly swollen.
he gets taken out of his thoughts as seonghyeon pushes down on his shoulder. he takes the hint and sits down, the other boy following and sitting on his lap.
"wow, needy much?" martin's hand naturally lay back onto seonghyeon's waist. the shorter lifts his chin up as he mutters "be quiet," crashing his lips onto martin's again.
it started out the same; slow, yet needy. martin licks his bottom lip, asking for permission, and seonghyeon gives in as he opens up his mouth. the press of seonghyeon's tongue makes him let out an embarrassing whimper, which makes seonghyeon smile into the kiss. guess that's somewhat a win for martin.
two can play at that game, however.
martin's hand slowly go under seonghyeon's shirt as he feels up on his toned abs. it doesn't take long until martin hears a moan from seonghyeon. he smiles as his hands travel back down to his hips.
martin pulls away and his kisses start trailing down lower, landing him to the crevice of seonghyeon's neck. soft whimpers and moans occasionally pour out of seonghyeon's mouth as he grips onto martin's hair. the sounds the boy in his lap spews out makes martin spiral.
"you taste so good baby."
"fuck martin, don't talk to me like that." seonghyeon breathlessly says. martin giggles into the other's neck, continuing to suck on the area.
"god, you're making me go crazy."
"how am i? tell me baby." martin mumbles as he kisses up his neck.
"you just—fuck—you're so hot. with the outfit. and you're so bold, and you—ah—y-you-" seonghyeon's moans overpowers the word jumble he was attempting to get out. martin doesn't mind, he likes it when the brunette gets noisy.
"i what?" he trails back up to seonghyeon's jaw, hands back to feeling onto his abs. seonghyeon's tug on martin's hair makes the blonde whimper in pleasure. the shorter pulls his head up and kisses him hard. it's filled with desperation and need. a need to be closer, for more skin to touch, to sink into each other's bodies as much as possible. seonghyeon was so addictive, he just wanted to taste every part of him.
loud bangs are heard from the door. the two boys jump and pull away.
"time's up!"
seonghyeon looks down at him and seems... disappointed? is martin seeing this correctly? he has the tiniest pout on his kissed-out lips. if martin wasn't staring down his lips he wouldn't realize it was there. he sighs before slowly getting off the blonde's lap and adjusting his shirt. oops, guess that was on martin.
martin stands up and fixes his hair up. seonghyeon was pulling on his hair so much that the back is standing up in every which way.
"martin?" he instantly looks down at seonghyeon. he can see a couple of bruises blooming on his neck. maybe he went a bit overboard with the hickeys.
"yes?" seonghyeon gets closer to him and places his hands on the taller's waist.
"can we talk about this later? i just... don't want this to be a one time thing."
martin smiles, like really smiles, and kisses the top of seonghyeon's head.
"of course, baby. i'll find you once the game's done." he strokes seonghyeon's soft locks. the shorter grabs his jacket and pulls him down for a sweet kiss.
they would've stayed longer if someone didn't bang on the door again.
seonghyeon turns to open the door and walks out, martin following. the somewhat sober people in the room look at the pair in disbelief, especially at seonghyeon's neck. okay, martin definitely went overboard on the hickeys, someone literally gasped at the sight.
trying to play it cool he casually sits back down next to keonho, who is looking at him like he's insane. he passes the bottle with a smile on his face before looking away from the younger.
is that the riskiest, dumbest thing martin has done? probably yeah. he knows not to fall for the 'hookup culture' of the game. it makes his life an even bigger mess than it already is.
does he care in the slightest? not at fucking all. because kissing seonghyeon, trailing his hands all over him, and feeling the brunette squirm in his touch was amazing. he'd do it a thousand more times with no regrets. maybe it's the insignificant amount of alcohol in his system making him feel this way, but martin is so excited to get out this room. for a good reason this time.