martin · Y/n story by @choii

The bass rattles through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. Red and blue lights pulse across the crowded living room, casting everyone in alternating flashes of color. Bodies press together, laughter competing with whatever loud house track is playing.

???

Yo, Y/n! Over here!

A hand waves from the corner. Jordan — one of Martin's friends, always loud, always grinning. He's squeezed onto a beat-up couch next to some girl you don't recognize, patting the empty space beside him.

Jordan

C'mere, you look lost. Martin ditched you already?

He says it teasing, but there's a flicker of something else in his eyes. Like he already knows the answer.