hi folks. i posted after almost two months, and i'll probably be posting A LOT these days. this is my way to recover from everything that has been going on in my country (venezuela)
i've been doing fine. thanks for all the messages in the inbox asking! i was just taking some weeks for myself, as one normally would from time to time.
i'll post some texts today while i get back to polishing an ohyul long ahh draft. to be honest, i haven't typed a single word in that doc in weeks, maybe a month by now.
i wish all of u are eating healthy, drinking enough water, getting good sleep and being the happiest humans on earth! lots of love 🩷
CAT HAIR ON MY BLACK T-SHIRT ᠀୧ KWON OHYUL ───── synopsis : ohyul knew your love for cats but never expected to actually meet a family of cats when coming over your house — and who's surprised that all of them appear to love him just as much as you.
requested ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ masterlist 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ohyul x f!reader — catlover!reader, established relationship, reader has three cats, fluff, drabble
ohyul knew about your obsession with cats ever since the start of your relationship. although he never made pure conversation about his thoughts on cats, he always stood by your side and listened to you yap his ears off simply about the cats that come to your porch everyday.
he watches the five minute vlogs of you playing with one of the cats outside, or the long video of you recording a cat eating from afar — he lets it happen — mainly just because he loves you. he stands by you with his hands in his pockets, watching you stare and bicker at the enclosed cats through the glass at the local pet store, talking to them like their literal babies.
he finds it cute after all. he buys you everything that is related to cats, just because of your love to cats, that he supports from the side. he never leaned towards them, claiming that they're boring, and repeat the same thing everyday; and that all they do is leave fur all over his black tshirts.
but he didn't know what to expect when he was finally allowed to come over to your house this time — despite being together for so long.
during your late teenage years, you blamed it on your parents for being too strict. then when you moved out, you blamed it on the messiness of the whole apartment, though he knows how much of a clean freak you are. it was just all excuses. just for him to not find out the cat overload that happened to be in your house.
you shut the door of your bedroom, watching the way two of your cats were deep asleep on your bed, perfect timing for his visit. the other one was no were to be found, but it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would.
as soon as he stepped foot into your apartment, his eyes immediately glued onto the food bowls that were right beside the counter, glancing up at you in confusion. you tilted a smile, forming it into a semi - genuine laugh — a laugh that you tried to play off the fact that there was food bowls right in front of him.
"got a cat didn't you?" he teased, walking up towards you to embrace you. your smile continued as you shook your head, "no, that's just decoration you know."
"you know i wouldn't be shocked, but—" he stopped his trail of words as his eyebrows furrowed, looking past your shoulder. your eyes trailed behind, and of course you find the missing cat finding its way towards the both of you slowly, trying to figure out ohyul.
"you got a cat..." he whispered, leaning down as he tried to get a better glance at the cat. you expected for it to run away, but instead it rushed over to ohyuls extended arm, head butting his hand. he let out a shock sound, "this is fire."
you took a step back, leaning onto the counter as you watched the encounter. you looked towards your bedroom door multiple times, deciding whether or not to let out the other two but you only knew chaos would happen from there.
once ohyul sat himself on the couch, the cat followed him, jumping onto the cushions just to smell his pants for the thousandth time like it wasn't just giving love to ohyuls massage a minute ago. you played it off saying that you were going to grab a sweater, but as soon as you opened the door — the cats that were deep slumber an hour ago, rushed out your room as the door opened, probably invested in all the russle that was made throughout the house.
the cat perked up from ohyuls lap, sensing the invitation of its other friends, as it also got ohyuls attention. the cats curiosity made him look over at the new chaos, his eyes sparking as he looked over at you walking carefully back into the living area.
"you had two more cats and you never told me?" he said with intention of bretaryl in his voice. he leaned over, reaching his hand out to the others without making the already settled one on his lap getting away. and to no shock, the cat stayed — but also the other two made their own way to his hand, head butting just like what happened first.
"these cats are awesome." you swore you saw the biggest smile on his face the whole time as his eyes glew with admiration, watching the cats get along with him so well, almost sensing an awe in him that he never knew he had.
you finally moved from your spot, walking towards the newly formed group, as you took a seat besides ohyul. after the movement, the other two jumped besides you, but instead of showing affection towards you, they walked across your lap just to smell ohyul and head butt him like he was the one who was feeding him everyday.
his lap became bamboarded with cats, yet they weren't even overstimulated. in fact you were, and they weren't even the ones showing you love. though you couldn't help but smile brightly at the scene, staring up at ohyul as you watched his face brighten.
"i'm taking them home." he muttered, finally looking at you. he felt like a child, and you felt like you were just experiencing his childhood. his smile never broke away from his face, and the glow in his eyes never left. everytime they would show him affection, his eyes darted to you, amusement written all over his face.
"you're like a baby," you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulders.
you watched the way he randomly stood up in place admiring the cats. "these are my babies." he looked behind him as the trio made their way behind him. he claimed he was going to get a drink, standing up — but in reality he was just experimenting something.
"i'm gonna go to the bathroom, you think they're gonna care?" he questioned as soon as he stepped foot into the kitchen, a new plan forming. "no they're cats." you shook your head.
he made his way to the bathroom a little faster so he can have time to shut the door without one of them entering. they stood there almost like shock was written all over them. their tails went down, looking in between you and the door, begging you to do something.
one of them began to scratch at the bottom of the door, too harshly. the other one started to meow lowly, and the third one, was just there. it laid beside the door like it was being patient with ohyul, the love was there but ohyul had business to do.
but after the first few meows and the intensity of the scratching, the door flung open, "i couldn't take it anymore." he sighed, making his way towards you back onto the couch, plopping himself down.
you giggled, "you don't even know their names and yet they love you more than me."
IN SUMMARY : Dispatch releases a statement claiming Kwon Ohyul & Y/n L/n are in a relationship. Absolutely no one believes it. Kwon Ohyul & L/n Y/n are actually in a relationship.....
Pause ⏸ : Yes this will be a series. Yes i have the next 2 parts planned out in my head (i just have to commit). No i didn't proofread my work. I probably should....
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O1. kwon ohyul
there is something about mornings with ohyul that isn't easy to put into words.
maybe it's about how protected you feel when his arm is holding you in place, as if he were afraid that you'd leave in his sleep. no harm or danger in this world can reach you when his grip is so gentle, so warm, so needy.
or maybe it's about the unmeasurable amounts of love in your chest when his fingers start running through the sensitive skin of your arms—just how you like to be woken up.
life becomes easier when you two melt into each other. worries feel lighter and the pain that comes with growing up fades away: the sunlight filtering through the curtains of your room, the birds chirping, and your boyfriend opening his eyes at the same time you do.
there’s a whole mechanism to make sure that always happens; it’s not just a romantic coincidence, it’s a formula. ohyul doesn't just wake up or wake you up out of nowhere—he moves. he tosses and turns, makes these tiny little sounds, accidentally "uncovers" you, pulls you into a tighter hug… until you're both sure the other isn't in the middle of some deep sleep phase anymore.
and there’s comfort in that, too. in the weight of the blanket covering both of you, in the way his body is always warmer, acting like an extra layer of protection. it’s in the little kisses he gives your shoulders, your back, and your ears before you’re even fully awake—since he always seems to brighten up faster than you do. it’s in the muffled, incomprehensible praises he mumbles with his very first breath of the day.
"morning," he muttered, voice raspy and low, his thumb reaching for your cheek to caress it.
you weren't quite sure what time it was. what you definitely knew was that you still wanted to sleep, at least for a little longer. but ohyul wasn't a late sleeper; he'd squeeze the best out of every single one of his mornings and drag you with him because «it's healthier than rotting in bed.»
and if he came to you like this—brushing his hands all over your face, detangling your hair, pecking your nose… how could you not let him be and be with him?
"five more minutes," you begged, rotating to your other side, your back now facing him, eyelids dropping again.
"c'mon," he giggled, now spooning you. his body fit perfectly against yours, his leg wrapping around your waist just to annoy you. "wanna have breakfast in that fancy spot you saw on instagram last night?" he whispered to your ear.
that was unfair. he knew it always worked on you, just like offering a treat to a kid would.
"i'm listening," you replied, squeezing one eye open, turning your head just enough to see his face.
he kissed your shoulder at that, smiling against your skin. with no rush in his movements, he hooked his arm around you and pulled you toward him, making you land on your back. he hovered over you, his gaze soft before his lips met yours passionately.
the kiss was messy and slow, as always: mornings were the time of your lives.
your synchronized mouths were just slightly open, your breaths still heavy and tasting of sleep. yet, there wasn't a trace of disgust or hesitation in the slow, steady, grounding way his tongue rhythmically played against your lower lip.
his hand found its way to your hip just as your fingers caught the hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer, trying to bridge the tiny gap for a hug.
that intimacy was what made your relationship so special. the cutesy, the innocence, the purity. the peace of two souls madly in love with each other.
"this is all i ever wished for," he said, breaking the kiss, not being able to take his eyes off you.
"us kissing without brushing our teeth?"
"waking up next to you, asshole," one last peck on your lips before getting comfortable at the crook of your neck, his head resting on your arm. "couldn't get the idea out of my head since i imagined it for the first time."
"and when exactly was that?"
his hand, that was tracing circles on your stomach, stopped. just as he swears his heart did.
he dead stared at you in silence, the weight of the question sinking in.
"i…" he cleared his throat, trying to recall. "we were just friends. you crashed at my place because it was the nearest place and it was raining too bad outside. i opened the door to a stray puppy," he cackled, the memory hitting him just right. "you were dripping wet from head to toe, your hair all frizzed, your eyeliner all over your face. i had to lend you a towel and clothes, and then your phone wouldn't turn on…"
"and i asked you for a bowl of rice because i thought it would come to life again that way," you added, reminiscing so neat it felt like it was yesterday and not a year ago.
"yes, and you were laughing and joking about the whole thing, explaining why you didn't have an umbrella with you in the first place and even tossing your clothes into my dryer without asking, while i was still mopping up the floor you ruined."
"… is that it?"
"that was the day i thought to myself that this beautiful chaos was all i needed," he shrugged, his hand resuming its circling on your tummy once again.
"you fell in love with me at my worst-looking moment? even though i was a mess?"
"i fell in love with that mess," he clarified, his eyes getting a little watery. "with the rawest version of you, because i knew it was the one i'd wanna wake up to for the rest of my life."
O2. kim ryul
there's nothing worse than spending hours stirring food in a pot, chopping vegetables, and adjusting the heat, only to discover in the last taste before serving that maybe you added more salt than required.
and that's what happened that night.
ryul and you agreed to cook together and watch a movie, but as always, 'cooking together' translates into cooking by yourself while he yaps sitting at the table, either playing minecraft or just staring at you, complaining about how woojin and louis annoyed the shit out of him at the dorm.
the kitchen was a complete mess. wheat flour was scattered all over the counter, and the balloon whisk was dripping right onto where the onion scraps rested on the cutting board instead of in the trash. but the kitchen would just have to wait until you could clean it yourself later, because if you relied on your 'super-assistant,' you’d die waiting.
every now and then he’d make a little noise, or curse under his breath when a creeper exploded nearby or when he forgot some crafting material. he also complained about the respawn point being way too far from all his builds and how much he hated going to the nether with ohyul, because video games were the only weakness he knew of that man, which was maybe a good thing for later.
he would sometimes glance over at you, but even if you were wiping the steam off your forehead with the back of your hand, he wouldn't get up from the laptop at the dining table. it wasn't because he was a bad boyfriend or because he was lazy, but because he was terrified of you: that mess we already mentioned? he had made all of it by accident. and that’s how it usually went. he’d burn the meat when you tried to grill, he had no idea how to make rice, and soups would always boil over on him, staining the entire stove.
but he had one unavoidable job, and he loved it.
"ryul, can you taste this? i think it's too salty," you asked, a spoon of thick, white béchamel cream held between your fingers as you walked over to him.
"don't even ask." he would never turn down the opportunity to proof-taste the food. it was his task to conduct the quality control, at the end of the day. if something went wrong, it would be entirely his fault. he took this great power with great responsibility, as one would expect him to do.
he blew on it a little to avoid burning himself (as has happened in the past for getting too desperate with the delicious aroma of anything edible) and carefully tasted what you gave him. his expression turned serious as if he were savoring a five-star dish, suddenly putting more pressure on you. "just a little more cooking, that's all."
"what?" you replied, incredulous. "isn't it over-seasoned?"
"it’s perfect," he cupped your face and poked the tip of your nose, smiling. "i’m the taster, trust me." he raised his palm and furrowed his brow, as if giving a final verdict.
ryul would never say your food tasted bad, no matter how off it might be. or would he? you convinced yourself of that, at least. "i don't want to trust your skills today."
"why?"
"biased taste buds."
"i'm in love with you, i wouldn't lie. especially not about food," he said, turning off his laptop, finally tired of playing for the day. his attention was finally for you and only you. "i don't play when it comes to food. or to you," a wink.
"since when have you been in love with me?"
he clicked his tongue, maybe a little annoyed by the way the question was phrased. "you better be joking."
"i don't mean it that way, dummy," you rolled your eyes with a smirk, your hands back in action at the stove, opening the pack of pasta. "i mean, when did you know you were in love with me?"
he looked away in silence toward a fixed point on the horizon, right where his eyes wouldn't touch you or anything else, as if dissociating helped him remember. "well…" he took a deep breath, sighing. "i don't know."
"i see," you snapped, pouring the pasta into the pot of boiling water. "thanks."
"don't start," he warned. "let me finish."
he gently pulled you away from the stove, his hands guiding your body’s movement from your waist, trapping you between the counter and his body. he rested his forehead against yours, a pout forming on that face that only knew two expressions according to jay. "it just happened," he whispered. "i can't tell when i knew i was in love with you because i think i've always been and i was simply too distracted to notice what was going on."
"but then you should remember the moment you actually noticed what was going on," you blurted out, gritting your teeth.
he had to remember something. a date, a moment, a flavor, a word, a smell… how could he not remember a single detail?
"that was when i asked you to be my girlfriend," he snapped back bluntly. "it caught up to me, dear. i was way too involved and way too deep when i named what i felt. and i asked you out that day, because i also noticed it was reciprocal."
"but i've been head over heels for you since august, and you asked me in february… did it take you that long?" you looked down for the first time since the conversation started, your faces still so close that the breath from every word warmed each other's skin.
he let out a dry chuckle, one that only you would manage to get out of him. "you fell first," he stepped back, the scent of his cologne fainting in the air, his index finger pointing up as he turned off the stove to strain the pasta soon. "i fell harder."
O3. jung woojin
"woojin, i told you i can do it!" you protested once again, sure that adding a little stomp on the ground would be enough to convince your boyfriend not to carry your shopping bags.
deep down, you knew damn well that the task was impossible.
"i don't care if you can do it," he argued, his free hand finding yours to squeeze it tightly. "i don't want you to."
his left arm was packed with bags of all kinds, colors, and sizes, some heavier than others. he didn't seem to be struggling despite the crazy amount and how crowded they looked against his lean frame; in fact, he looked like he was actually enjoying it.
it wasn't something easy to be sure of because his sunglasses hid his eyes, but the rest of his body has always been an expert at speaking for him, more than his words or his gaze ever could.
"i don't know why you're so stubborn," you shook your head in disapproval, feeling a bit embarrassed. "you're already paying for everything."
"i don't know why you won't just let me love you," he countered, his thumb caressing the back of your hand already intertwined with his, his voice softening with every word. "your only job today is to try on clothes that make you feel pretty. the rest is on me," he turned to look at you intently, tilting his head down just enough so you could see the seriousness in his eyes behind the lenses. "bags included. and don't exaggerate, we're thrifting, not buying dior."
and well, if he insisted…
the truth was, you loved this. the fact that he was so attentive, so thoughtful, so in love. that translated into a thousand ways through his actions, but going shopping was the one you both liked the most.
you could spend hours walking through the city streets, discovering new flea markets and hidden shops tucked away in some quiet corner, always holding hands and telling stories.
he liked carrying the bags because that way, when it started getting hot, you could feed him his chocolate sundae, and when he took you home, you’d let him lay on the couch with you for a while.
he also liked paying to make sure you always had all the things you wanted, but his favorite part was helping you find the pieces that flattered you most, and then styling them once they were in your closet.
out of shyness, you always asked him not to do any of that. luckily, he never gave in to those pleas. you probably would've been really sad if he actually had.
"uh, let’s go in here," he stopped in front of a smoothie shop, and you could've sworn his mouth was watering by the way he licked his lips. "we could use a break while we figure out what else we need. i think some belts, and maybe a beanie or a red cap."
"smart," you nodded, taking his sunglasses and pushing them up into his hair, lightly brushing your fingers against his cheek.
"always," he winked, pushing the glass door open for both of you. "the usual?" he asked, letting all the bags drop onto one of the tables and patting his pockets in search of his wallet.
you snorted, "you know my usual in smoothies?"
"how long do you think we've been together, weirdo?"
"less than a year."
"long enough," he retorted, sliding his card out of the wallet. "be right back," he added, walking away to order.
you watched him walk over to the counter, bowing to the cashier before handing over his card. "why is he so cute?" you thought to yourself. then, you looked down at the pile of thrifted bags next to you, and at your own reflection in the glass window, casually wearing some clothes he had once helped you pick out.
butterflies started doing weird things in your tummy, and that is when a full inquiry popped up in your head.
he placed them on the table and pulled up his chair to sit down. you took your glass, tracing figures on the condensation with your finger, before looking up to him. "when did you realize you were in love with me?"
he raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking down at you. he tapped his nose twice, and finished pulling his chair closer to sit without breaking his silence. "to what do i owe the question?"
"curiosity," you replied, taking a sip of your cold drink.
"the number one reason why cats die," he teased, stirring his drink with his favorite bamboo straw.
"good thing i'm not a cat."
"liar."
he stopped to think for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, his drink still untouched. "it was the first time we went shopping, actually," he spoke, tapping his fingers from pinky to index on the table. "when you tried on the exact outfit you're wearing right now and asked me if i liked it."
"give me all the details," you whined, throwing a little childish pout his way.
"there are no details," he shrugged, offering a soft, unapologetic smile. "you asked me if those clothes looked good on you, and i just realized you could be wearing a potato sack and you’d still be the most beautiful girl on the planet to me," he finally took a small sip of his drink. "and that i was already screwed for life."
"recovering from that?" you teased.
"not a single bit," he declared, his voice firm and unwavering, leaving no room for doubt. "every time we go shopping, i remember that day all over again. you still make me nervous when i see you trying on new clothes," he confessed.
"because my beauty and my fashion are stunning?"
"because you gave me the key to help you in such an important task," he blushed, his hand reaching across the table to squeeze yours. "it's like getting to know you better every time you try out a new style. and i never want to stop getting to know you."
O4. lim louis
do you know how annoying it is to be about to cross the finish line and hear a blue shell coming right to you?
yeah. that wasn't the case this time.
you and louis were sitting in the tiny space between his bed and the tv, cross-legged on the cold floor. a bowl full of chips sat between you two, chips that you'd occasionally grab in fear of losing focus. one single movement, and louis could win. you didn't wanna give him that chance.
to be playing the rainbow road circuit, you lucked out by winning the race. and it was 150 cc. you were totally the mvp of the day… right?
louis let out a long sigh, dropping his head back against the edge of the mattress. he let the wii controller rest on his lap, dramatically staring at the ceiling.
you glanced at him, a grin forming on your face as you nudged his shoulder with your elbow.
"you let me win," you stated, convinced.
"why would i?" he mumbled. "you got better. who you've been practicing with?"
"louis, you did,"
"i didn't,"
"you did,"
"i freaking didn't,"
"yes, you freaking did," you rolled your eyes, taking a fist full of chips from the bowl and stuffing them into your mouth. "don't cap," you said, still chewing.
"stop it with the ASMR" he sat up, a disgusted voice tone. "you're just good," looking at the final standings on the screen.
"i've seen you play against the guys," you snapped, taking the controller away from his lap. "you always beat them. and they're all better than me."
"them? better than you?"
"don't give me that."
"and what if i did let you win, huh?" he blurted out, ripping his controller from your grab. "you want me to play like i hate you? is that what you're asking for?"
you chuckled. "do you hate the guys?"
"kinda," he giggled. "promise you won't get mad at me."
"oh, so you're admitting," you caught him. "i promise."
"lemme show you why, then."
he pressed the 'rematch' button so hard you swear it could be broken now.
and well, this time… he sadly didn't hold back for you.
you'd like to know where he learned how to dodge every single item you'd throw at him, and how he memorized every shortcut of the circuit. you should have seen this coming, him winning like it was nothing.
and he reacted just like that, as if it was nothing. the bread of every day.
you stared at the screen in awe, your jaw dropping slightly. you tossed your controller onto the bed behind you and stood up, annoyed. "never again, jourdain," you huffed, refusing to look at him.
"you know i love you."
you slowly turned your head back to look at him, a mischievous spark making you forget what just happened. "when did you realize that?"
louis's eyes went wide. "w-what?" he stuttered.
"when did you know you loved me?" you repeated, a teasing smirk growing on your face.
"why you asking? why now?" he asked, his entire face turning red just as the tip of his ears. "i don't even—i don't even remember!"
"louis…" you sang out, raising one eyebrow accusingly.
"bro, no" he groaned, hiding his face in his hands. "i'm not answering that."
"sure?"
he whined adorably, throwing himself backward onto the floor, shoving a pillow directly over his face. "it's too cheesy," he muttered. "it was… it was a few months ago," he started, his voice choking on the pillow, so he lifted it just enough for you to listen . "i was on a break from practice, and i had my headphones on…"
he stopped, gripping on the sides of the pillow to the point his knuckles got white.
"and?" you prompted, encouraging him.
"and this song came on," he said. "and the lyrics were talking about you, even though i had listened to it for years. you change my perspective on everything, for good. i'm telling you, you shaped me differently. i was happier, and it showed."
a small, shy smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "and the moment i realized every single love song on my phone suddenly sounded like you, i knew i'd have to bag you or i wouldn't be able to listen to my own playlist anymore."
"do you still listen to it?"
"every day," he bragged. "same amount of times i let you win at any game—"
"at ANY game?" you interrupted him aggressively. "you let me win every time?!" you barked, disappointed but somehow not surprised.
"uhm, i—"
he didn't give you a chance to process the amount of words he had just dropped on you. before you could even say a thing to keep protesting, and very afraid of you —expected from him—, louis slammed the pillow to your face.
"i knew it," you stated, hands up, surrendering.
"now you know all you wanted to know," he shrugged. "don't bring it up ever again or i will break up with you," his legs kicking the air in pure shame. "not caring if i have to make another playlist or a whole new spotify account."
you couldn't help but burst out laughing, your heart feeling incredibly light and full as you jumped onto him to give him the hug he deserved. "you're the best, lou."
"i know," he said, his hand caressing your back. "even at games."
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