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Everything started with a Weverse Live.
Which, in hindsight, explained a lot—because nothing good had ever come out of one of those.
The three of them were crowded on the couch area in the studio room, the phone propped up against the center table. Martin sat in front, cross-legged and far too close to the camera for his own good. The light from the monitor washed over his face, softening his already pale skin, highlighting every tiny expression he made.
Behind him, Seonghyeon lounged comfortably, half on his phone, half contributing to the conversation. Keonho sat beside him, relaxed, scrolling through comments occasionally, not really paying attention.
Until Martin leaned forward.
“Whoa,” Martin laughed, squinting. “The comments are going really fast right now. Um—okay—let’s try to read some.”
He read whatever he could catch, mindlessly saying them out loud.
“‘Martin you look really cute today.’ Thank you.”
“‘What did you eat?’ Uh…ramen.”
Then—
“‘Martin, is that blush makeup?’”
There was a very brief, very dangerous pause.
Martin blinked.
“Oh—no,” he said quickly, laughing a little too breathily. “It’s not makeup. It’s just hot in here.”
That was all it took.
Seonghyeon immediately looked up, eyes lighting with mischief. “Wait—hyung, you are red though,” he said, leaning forward. “Like…actually red.”
The chat exploded.
LOLLLL
TOMARTIN 🍅🍅🍅
HIS CHEEKS OMG
Martin’s ears turned pink.
Then his cheeks.
Then his neck.
“Oh my god,” Martin groaned, pulling the scarf around his head higher, trying to hide. “Stop—don’t say that!”
Seonghyeon burst into giggles. “Hyung, you look like a real tomato right now.”
“TOMARTIN!” James yelled from somewhere off-camera, clearly watching the live from another room.
The comments went feral.
Martin whined, curling in on himself, burying his face into the scarf. “Please stop encouraging them!”
Through all of it—
Keonho didn’t laugh. He didn’t talk.
He just stared.
His eyes locked onto Martin’s face, watching the way that rosy pink spread so easily across his pale skin. How it crept down his neck, visible above the collar of his hoodie. How every second of attention only made it worse.
Keonho forgot the camera existed.
Forgot the fans.
Forgot everything except that.
It wasn’t until Seonghyeon nudged his side that Keonho snapped out of it.
“Dude,” Seonghyeon muttered quietly, a knowing look in his eyes. “You good?”
Keonho blinked, frowned, and jabbed him back. “Shut up.”
Seonghyeon just smiled wider.
The live ended shortly after.
Keonho thought it would fade.
It didn’t.
🍅⭐💌
One Week Later
Keonho was losing his mind.
Objectively.
It had been seven days since the live, and yet—every single time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Martin’s flushed cheeks.
They were back in the practice room, music blasting as they ran through choreography again. The air was warm, everyone sweating, bodies moving in sync.
Keonho told himself he was focused.
He lied.
Because the moment Martin laughed at something Juhoon said, Keonho’s gaze snapped over instinctively.
There it was.
That soft pink blooming across Martin’s cheeks, deepened by the heat. Blond hair clung to his forehead, skin glowing, eyes bright.
Keonho’s brain shut off.
This is ridiculous, he thought. I’m being ridiculous.
Except it kept happening.
When Martin talked too much—pink.
When he laughed—pink.
When he got embarrassed—very pink.
Cold air? Pink.
Warm air? Pink.
Literally existing? Pink.
Keonho started noticing patterns. The ears turned red first. Always the ears. Then the cheeks. Then the neck.
He hated that he noticed, and worse, that he really liked it.
During a break, Martin flopped down on the floor beside him, breathing hard. “I’m dying,” he groaned.
Keonho glanced over.
Pink.
Oh no.
“Hyung,” Keonho said before he could stop himself.
Martin looked up. “Yeah?”
Keonho leaned a little closer. Just a little.
Martin flushed instantly.
Keonho felt something unholy spark in his chest.
“You’re red again,” Keonho said, voice neutral—too neutral.
Martin blinked. “I—what?”
Keonho tilted his head, studying him. “Your face does that really easily.”
Martin’s blush deepened.
“Oh my god,” Martin yelped, scrambling back. “Stop looking at me like that!”
The room erupted.
Seonghyeon laughed so hard he nearly fell over. “Oh wow. He figured it out.”
James grinned. “This is dangerous information.”
Juhoon shook his head. “Bullying. This is bullying.”
Keonho didn’t care, because Martin was hiding his face again, hoodie pulled up, ears bright red.
He knew he was doomed because from then on, it becomes intentional.
Standing too close. Complimenting him out of nowhere. Leaning in just enough to make Martin flustered.
“You did really good today,” Keonho said casually one afternoon, slinging an arm around Martin’s shoulders.
Martin made a strangled noise.
Pink.
“So cute,” Keonho added without thinking.
Martin nearly combusted. “STOP.”
Seonghyeon filmed it. “This is my favorite arc.”
But something started to change.
One night, long after practice, the others drifted away one by one—James grabbing food, Juhoon on a call, Seonghyeon busy editing videos.
Keonho and Martin stayed behind, sitting on the floor, backs against the mirror.
Martin sighed softly. “You’ve been weird lately.”
Keonho stiffened. “Weird how?”
Martin hesitated, then glanced at him. His cheeks—predictably—pinked up a little. “You keep staring at me.”
Keonho’s heart skipped.
“I—” He exhaled. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Martin shook his head quickly. “No—it’s not that.” He fidgeted with his sleeves. “I just…wanted to know why.”
Keonho stared at the floor, then back at him.
“…You blush easily,” he admitted quietly.
Martin blinked. “That’s it?”
Keonho laughed softly. “That’s how it started.”
“And now?” Martin asked.
Keonho swallowed.
“And now,” he said, meeting Martin’s eyes, “I think I like it because it’s you.”
Martin froze. Pink flooded his face—brighter than ever.
“Oh,” Martin whispered.
They stared at each other for a moment, the room quiet and warm.
Martin laughed softly, shy. “You know that means you can’t tease me anymore, right?”
Keonho smiled. “I don’t think I can stop.”
Martin leaned into his shoulder anyway.
Pink and warm and real.
Seonghyeon burst back into the room moments later. “WHY ARE YOU SITTING LIKE THAT—”
Keonho didn’t move. Neither did Martin.
And Keonho realized—
Yeah.
The Weverse live really had ruined his life.
But maybe—It also made it a lot better.