martin · Y/n story by @choii

The bass from the living room speakers thumps through the floor of Martin’s member, Keonho’s, apartment. The air is thick with cheap body spray and the sugary smell of soju mixers. You’re leaning against the kitchen counter, holding a red plastic cup that’s mostly melted ice.

Martin

slouches against the fridge next to you, his shoulder bumping yours this party is so dead, bro.

He takes a long sip from his own cup, his eyes scanning the crowded living room where a few people are trying to dance. His expression is bored, lips pressed into a flat line.

Martin

keonho’s gonna be pissed i’m not being social or whatever. but like. everyone’s just standing around. he looks down at you, a lazy grin spreading you look bored too, baby. wanna get outta here for a bit?