all i wanna do is be with you. ꨄ.. ⠀⠀ot6 x reader. phone calls when you're miles apart.
a/n: gn!reader for all except for taesan's because he calls you 'good girl' once lol. also suggestive for taesan's and maybe leehan's hehe. idk ihanie's one is kinda tame but he does have his shirt off...!
#성호 SUNGHO
you watch as sungho mumbles something about his schedule between his bites of steak and vegetables, your own morning cereal untouched as you cup your chin and watch him busy himself with his dinner through the screen of your phone propped up against the salt shakers.
“your cereal is gonna be soggy.”
sungho’s voice eventually breaks you out of your stupor and you shake yourself awake, eyes blink as sungho’s blonde hair and smile unblurs in your vision and sharpens into view.
“i like watching you eat,” you mutter, poking at your milk and cereal with your spoon.
sungho leans forward, shuffling his chair forward as he pushes his plate and utensils away, “you’ll be late for work. eat.”
you reluctantly obey, shoveling the rest of your cereal - that’s already soggy anyways - into your mouth as sungho watches.
tastes like cardboard, you want to say over the clinking of your spoon, but everything does when sungho has to go thousands of miles away from you - you swear he sucked a little bit of colour away from your life with him.
sungho watches you take another bite, his turn to watch you as he leans on his arm and stares at you through his own tiny screen.
“miss you,” he eventually says, after you’ve swallowed your last bite of milk and cornflakes.
“miss you too,” you answer softly, placing your finger against the screen like you can reach for him through the glass, “at least it’s easier when we do it like this.”
he laughs humorlessly, hovering his finger against his own phone in the same place as yours. the two of you watch each other breathe.
“i should go get ready,” you mumble.
“yeah,” sungho agrees, “i should i get ready for bed.”
but neither of you move, and sungho sucks in a breath in that way where he has something to say but is wondering whether he should say it.
“sorry about this,” he eventually settles on, “can’t believe i’m eating dinner and you’re eating breakfast.”
you watch him shift slightly - distances compressed into pixels and numbers through a screen.
“not your fault,” you say back, “timezones suck.”
“they do,” he agrees, nodding. he glances at the clock on the wall behind him through the screen.
“go get ready,” he reminds you, “you’ll be late.”
you sigh, drawing away from the phone, “okay, okay. sleep well?”
“always better when i’ve seen your face,” he says, and he can’t stop the smile tugging on his lips, “talk tonight?”
“tonight,” you promise.
#리우 RIWOO
“babe, look!” you pull the phone away from your face as riwoo flips his camera around, the fireworks in view lighting up your dim room in bursts of colour and light.
“woah, pretty,” you breathe out, mesmerised by the rhythmic explosions of fireworks across your screen.
“right?” riwoo’s voice crackles over your speaker, “it’s the special version to celebrate new years! wish you were here to see it…”
your chest aches again - it’s always the same feeling that bubbles up with every wishing you were here you exchange with your boyfriend.
you pull the phone back towards yourself as riwoo flips the camera back around. you can see the fireworks reflected in his eyes as he looks up at the sky. his orange hair is slightly mussed, messy like he rushed out without bothering to fix it, and he’s wearing the hoodie you gifted him when you first started dating - the one whose hoodie has been chewed through by daebak.
“me too,” you admit softly, watching an amber firework fan out behind his head, casting shadows across his face, “but this is nice too. at least i get to see it.”
the phone shuffles on riwoo’s end, and he settles on some kind of bench, the camera jostles slightly in his hold before steadying.
“it's not the same though,” he says, but there’s no bitterness in it, “i want to hold your hand while we watch, and then i can give you my jacket when you feel cold.”
you laugh, a small, breathless sound, “you would be cold then.”
“we can share,” he dismisses, shrugging. you can hear the smile in his voice. the fireworks pause for a brief intermission and the call falls silent - stretched by the distance that’s actually between you two.
“tell me what it feels like,” you say suddenly, “out there.”
riwoo’s eyes drift as he thinks.
“cold,” he finally says, his eyes settling back onto your face glowing on his screen, “smells like grass. very smoky. a lot of people around. they need to start making phones that let you smell things - that way you could smell it yourself.”
you smile at his suggestion - at the way he’s trying to solve the unsolvable.
“well, until they invent that,” you say softly, “i guess i’m stuck with you describing it to me.”
riwoo shakes his head with a chuckle, “guess so.”
another firework blooms behind him, sparkling to life and painting everything gold. he doesn’t peel away from the phone to watch it, instead studying you watching him, and somehow that feels more important than the fireworks show behind him.
“stay on the call?” you ask, even though the sun is barely peaking over the horizon and you haven’t slept a wink.
“yeah,” he agrees immediately, shifting so you see the sky behind him - the best of both worlds, somehow compressed onto one small screen, “i’ll stay.”
and so you do. you stay in the darkness of your room while he sits on that bench under the fireworks. he keeps talking - about the people around him, what he’s planning to do tomorrow, what he ate - and you listen.
this is enough, you think to yourself, watching the fireworks that blossom in his eyes and listening to his voice over the speaker of your phone.
it’s not the same as holding his hand, but for now, it’s enough.
#명재현 MYUNG JAEHYUN
“did you fall asleep?”
jaehyun’s voice jolts you out of your half-asleep state and you crack open an eye to see jaehyun sprawled across his bed, face cuddled up to the screen so much you can only see his eyes.
“no,” you clear your voice, “did you finish showering?”
“mhm,” jaehyun replies, “did i wake you up?”
you shake your head against your pillow, “i was waiting for you anyways.”
jaehyun’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and you know he’s smiling even if you can’t see the curve of his lips.
“you should sleep,” he murmurs softly - in the same tone he uses when he’s lying next to you in bed - soft and quiet, like he’s personally lulling you to bed. you smile at how he’s the same even though he’s no longer physically here, but oceans apart and existing together in the liminal space of a video call.
“not used to you not being here,” you finally admit, curling your hands into your blankets, “it’s cold.”
the confession slips out of you easily in the dark, and you shift onto your side, mirroring his position as your pillow smushes against your cheek.
there’s a pause on the other end - long enough you move to tap the screen just to make sure the call didn’t freeze. but then you hear him breathe: a soft, deliberate exhale.
“i know,” jaehyun whispers, his voice cracking slightly, like say it physically tears him apart, “i know, my love.”
he shifts backwards, and now you can see a bite more of his face - his damp hair, the way his skin is still flushed from the heat of the shower. he looks so warm, so fluffy, and completely out of reach through a glass screen.
“wish i could be there,” jaehyun continues quietly, his eyes never leaving yours, “wish i could just get in bed with you and keep you warm the way i’m supposed to.”
you giggle softly into your pillowcase, even though it’s tinged in regret and longing. you’ve had this conversation before - a million times - over the phone, in bed, when you’re just lounging on the couch; it never gets easier, the truth of what you’re both missing, what distance has taken from you.
“you’re keeping me warm right now,” you finally say, “you’re here, aren’t you? even if it’s separated by a screen and oceans.”
“always,” jaehyun says immediately, “i’ll always be here.”
"then that enough for me," you say, "but you have to make it up when you get back."
jaehyun laughs softly, "i'll make it up and then some more."
he pulls his pillow closer, settling deeper into his bed, “go to sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up. same as always.”
he gives you that smile that always makes your stomach flutter and you give a smile back that’s probably overly giddy and dopey. you ask your heart to stop drumming so fast and settle back into your own pillows.
“goodnight,” you whisper.
“goodnight, my love.”
you blow a kiss through the screen and he catches it, placing a hand over the place where his heart is.
#태산 TAESAN
“so, what do you think? is it cute enough for dinner?”
you smooth down the skirt of your dress and try not to look awkward when presenting yourself to your boyfriend through the screen of your phone, stood up against your water bottle on the dresser.
“give me a twirl,” he demands, a hand over his mouth as he leans forward and squints at your outfit.
you do as he says, giggling to yourself as you do a slow twirl.
"sooo?" you tilt your head.
taesan shifts in his seat, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly.
“yeah - um… it looks good. great, even.”
he bites his bottom lip and his voice drops to a lower octave, “wish i wasn’t in some stupid hotel on the literal other side of the planet right now. you look way too cute.”
you laugh again, turning back to the mirror as you tug on the hem again, “you’re just saying that.”
“i’m not,” you can hear the pout in his voice, “stop playing with it.”
you let your hands fall and regard yourself in the mirror - you think you look good - like you always do. you cock your head as you think about how taesan sees you, through his tiny phone screen, miles and miles away.
“you like me too much,” you eventually say, voice light and teasing.
“yeah, i do,” taesan’s voice is rough and unashamed, “come closer - to the camera.”
you hestitate, before taking a slow step towards your phone. his expression on your phone shifts - eyes darker as his jaws tighten.
“you’re doing this on purpose,” he breathes out.
“doing what?” you frown.
he lets out a breath that’s sounds like a laugh.
“cancel dinner.”
your breath stutters, “taesan -”
“i’m serious,” his voice is rough now, quieter, “cancel it and talk to me properly. take the phone back to your bedroom.”
the way he says bedroom makes your stomach dip.
you reach out slowly and pick up your phone, carrying it toward the bedroom as you try not to steal too many glances at him. but you can see him following the movement on his screen, tracking you, and he doesn’t say anything at all - just sits back and watches as you nearly drop your phone in anticipation.
you sit on the edge of the bed, fiddling with your phone until both you and your sheets are in sight.
he breathes quietly, and gives you a dangerous, patient smile.
“good girl,” he says softly, “now - show me what else you’re wearing.”
#이한 LEEHAN
“kim leehan!” you shriek, slapping your palms over your eyes, “i’m not going to watch you shower!”
leehan stops, his shirt halfway off. he drops his shirt as he pads over back to his phone propped up against a wall of the bathroom.
“but you said you’d stay on call with me!” he pouts, his eyes wide as he drinks in your flustered state.
“well, yeah!” you fan yourself with a hand, your eyes still squeezed shut, “but not like this!”
“it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” leehan blinks.
“it’s different!”
“how is it different?”
“because -” you splutter, “because it’s different! you give me a warning!”
leehan tilts his head, like he’s genuinely confused and you’re the one being unreasonable and demanding, “i thought the shower running was the warning.”
“that’s not -” you press your palm harder against your eyes, “that’s not a warning! i didn’t know you were gonna take your shirt off!”
he laughs, in that bright & easy way that makes it very difficult to be mad at him. you hear the soft thud of his shirt hitting the floor through the phone speakers.
“okay, okay,” you can hear the grin in his voice, “i’ll keep the curtain closed, happy?”
“just tell me when you’re done!” you yell, eyes closed.
there’s a brief moment of silence and you hear the swish of his shower curtains opening and drawing shut.
“done,” leehan’s voice is still teasing behind the curtain.
you crack open an eye cautiously and gasp.
“you lied to me!”
leehan is leaning against the bathroom counter, decidedly not behind a shower curtain, arms crossed and looking far too pleased with himself for someone who just ambushed and tricked you within the past five minutes. you can't help but gape at the scene on your screen, his hair tousled and shirt notably not on.
“i know you like what you see,” he teases and you splutter, peeling your eyes away.
“so what if i do? and - and that’s not the point!”
“what’s the point then?”
“the point is -” you search for the right words, “is that we have a system!”
“a system,” leehan muses.
“yes! you warn me and i - i look away… or don’t.”
he hums, tilting his head the other way, “so if i had said something like - hey, i’m about to shower, stay on call with me - you would’ve said that's fine?”
you open your mouth.
you close your mouth.
he raises an eyebrow, smug grin displayed over his face.
“... that’s not the point either,” you mutter defeatedly.
#운학 WOONHAK
“hehe, babe, look - you’re a potato!”
woonhak’s display jostles as he presses on the various filters on the app, cycling through turning you into potatoes, green screened into outer space, and ridiculous filters that make your eyes too big or forehead huge.
you try to muffle the laughter that escapes you, even as your face distorts into something ridiculous on the screen. the camera catches the way your eyes crinkle as you smile that even a filter can't wipe off.
“you are a very cute potato,” you tease woonhak as he bobs his head up and down to play with filter.
“you too,” woonhak replies. his grin grows wider as he clicks to another filter, this one giving both of you alien antennae.
you yawn involuntarily, all too aware of the time difference. woonhak’s afternoon bleeds into your midnight, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. the stolen minutes before his schedule picks up or yours does grows sparser by the day, and you cradle your phone like it’s your lifeline.
“okay, one more before i go to bed,” you say quietly, careful not to tick off your flatmate sleeping next door.
you see woonhak lean closer to his phone, only the top of his hair visible as you hear him tap the screen of his phone.
he finds one that gives you a flower crown and makes everything pink and sparkly.
“that’s how you look to me!” woonhak exclaims, far too proud of his confession.
“with a flower crown and pink sparkly aura?” you raise an eyebrow.
“yeah!” woonhak laughs, “whenever i look at you - it’s like you have an automatic filter in real life.”
“you’re ridiculous,” you say, but a smile dances on your lips and your chest squeezes - the kind that comes with missing someone in the best way.
“you just reduce me to some kind of idiot,” his expression softens as he looks at you through the screen.
you hold each other’s gaze until a notification pops up reminding you both that the call is still recording and you laugh again.
"i should sleep," you say mournfully.
"yeah," woonhak taps his screen, "it's late - you need to rest."
he watches as you finally place down your phone, next to your pillow as you lie back down.
“goodnight, hakie,” you murmur.
“goodnight, beautiful. dream of me,” he replies.
neither of you move to hang up just yet, content with letting the seconds run out until sleep claims you or his schedule catches up.
inspired by that one picture woonhak posted of him and taesan lmao exposing myself as a hsm fan... somehow wrote this in like an hour WOW i am lonely.
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