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HE HAS SOMEONE? | Lngshot (x reader?)

IN WHICH: Louis, maknae of Lngshot has a secret that his hyungs think are absolutely jaw dropping. He has a special someone! How the hell did that happen?

NOTE: can you tell who the partner is ? LMFAOOO. I've had this in my drafts for like 2 months. You can see this as a Louis x m!reader!

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NOT YOUR FAULT ! | Ohyul X reader

idol! ohyul x non idol! reader

In Which: Ohyul gets harassed by a weird fan, as they kiss him!! Oh no! That's bad, because [Reader] is with Ohyul! But that's okay, cause [Reader] knows Ohyul didn't mean for it to happen. Hell, he's crying his ass off on [Reader]'s bed because of it.

Contains: Swearing, a j*b! Very small drabble, very down bad Ohyul. [Reader] stays in the Lngshot dorms a lot, and even knows Jay Park.

"Ohyul baby, it's okay." you desperately tried to say, hands curling around the back of Ohyul's shirt, as the idol just sniffled in response.

"That fan's kiss was icky, yours isn't." Ohyul mumbled pathetically, his entire body going taut as your hand cards his hair.

"Yeah, that fan was a bitch for doing that — but stop apologising." you mused, smiling softly in reassurance.

"Hell no! I should've backed away! M'sorry.." Ohyul frowned, clinging on tighter. If the other Lngshot members dared to walk in, he was quite frankly cooked alive.

"Baby, it's okay. You didn't want to do it, the fan broke boundaries—" you snickered, shaking your head.

"Now, stop crying please.. I have writing commissions to do still, and if one of your members walk in you're going to get teased to death." you added on, already reaching for your laptop— but alas, Ohyul frowned. Like some soggy wet cat.

"I'm still sorry for—"

"OHYUL HYUNG!" a random voice cut through the walls, as Ryul barged in the room. He paused, seeing Ohyul teary eyed, and you trying to desperately get your laptop.

"What's.. going on here?" he slowly asked, absolutely confused.

"A fan kissed him. He's sulking." you deadpanned.

"Ryul can you leave us alone?!" Ohyul whined, hugging you tighter. After all, he really was sorry.

"Hah! Fine fine," Ryul holds his hands up amused. "Oh, and Jay sunbaenim is suing that girl." Ryul hummed, grabbing Ohyul's phone charger without permission and walking out to close the door.

Silence stretched comfortably, as Ohyul laid there on top of you. "He stole your charger by the way." you slowly said.

"Who cares. I'll deal with him later." he murmured out, creeping closer. "For now, I want to hold you."

"It's not your fault, Ohyul baby." you sighed, frowning at how genuinely upset he was.

"It is, so please. Let me show I'm sorry."

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Fanmeet. | Zhao Yufan x Reader.

idol! Zhao Yufan x gn! Reader. | Smau + Written!

IN WHICH: CORTIS has a fanmeet somewhere in Seoul, their fans bustling; Martin flirting with fans.. but a familiar face who isn't so familiar anymore approaches. Someone James once laughed with. Someone he can barely recognise anymore.

CONTAINS: Poorly written icl, angst no comfort, misunderstandings.

-> NOW PLAYING: anything, by adrianne lenker.

"Thank you for coming," James greeted with familiar ease, taking the album of the fan in front of him, effortlessly signing away as he looked up.

He could've sworn he couldn't exhale after that.

"Hi James." you greeted with a polite nod, seated there as if you were a fan yourself. Your eyes were soft, still the same after all those years — yet they shone with experience. They were bright but looked like they've been through a lot.

"You.." he breathed out alas, pushing the album back forward. Cameras were watching, as much as he wanted to cry– he couldn't. He needed to act normal, who knows what the fans would do to you. Paparazzi, saesengs.. he blocked you all those years ago for a reason.

His pride and joy.

"You're really attractive." he smoothly changed topic, flashing the charming smile he showed the fans. Not the one you saw whenever he'd be tired after a day of hockey practice, or maybe the smile he showed you when he got into a lineup with Trainee A.

You paused, shocked. Does he not remember everything? You felt conflicted. Like all the reason you came here was gone. The truth is, after the years flew by — you never really moved on from sweet loving James.

Looks like he already did.

"James do you not remember —"

"I'm sorry I really don't. Where'd you get your necklace? It's pretty." it was the necklace he gave you all those years ago.

He couldn't tell you he missed you more than the ice skating rinks he used to compete in, the same ones he'd hear your cheers. The times you were his only fan.

"Ah thank you, someone.. someone special gave it to me." James tried so hard not to cry when you dared even utter those words out.

You looked hurt, you didn't know he wanted you back in his arms so bad.

"That's nice. I hope our music reaches the special someone too." he grinned, easy and practiced. But at this rate, nothing felt easy. The air felt tight and eyes held effect to him more than ever. Every natural charm he had was thrown out.

He wasn't charming when he was with you. He was himself.

Sitting in front of you, wasn't your James. It was the same James he promised he'd never treat you as all those years back.

"Yeah, it does. We listen to Lullaby a lot. Reminds me of him, how he's always tired. He did hockey and loves dancing."

The James you sat across was a façade. Maybe this was meant to happen.

Your words hit hard, too hard. He feels his soul bleed each word, and each second your gaze stays in him. His thigh bounces from under the table, as his heart begged to cry. But his body couldn't. Not when it was trained for these moments.

Maybe he really did leave you cause he hated you. But he didn't.

He couldn't tell you that now. Not when everyone was there watching. James' body hurt so much. It needed to envelope you in the familiar hug.

He couldn't even smell you due to the table separating you, he couldn't smell if you still had your scent from years ago.

The manager signalled that time was up, and it was time to move for the next member. "You're awesome James." and with that, you moved to the next member.

You converse with the other members normally, but they know you. Of course they know you. James never shuts up about you.

First it was Martin you spoke to after James. He knew you instantly, but pretended not to. His eyes check on James, he knows what he's feeling inside. Martin puts on the fan service façade and let's the magic flow through.

Second it was Seonghyeon, he noticed the necklace that rested on your neck. The necklace James would rant about how you always asked James to help you wear it. He frowns to himself, sensing your pain too.

Third it was Keonho, he's not good at hiding he notices things. But he does so for his hyung. He's seen your face more times than he's hit Seonghyeon for fun. That says a lot.

Lastly it was Juhoon, who was more quiet. He doesn't know how to tred. He knows how much James misses you, after all– a photo of you both is placed in their shared dorm room. Often were the times he'd catch James staring into it in regret.

After that fansign, you left with a heavy heart. Maybe he did leave you. Maybe he did move on.

You step out the venue, footsteps heavy as your hands fiddled with your bag to open your phone. Lock screen was your friendgroup, home screen was him. With you.

Back in the hall, his smile doesn't reach his eyes, as he signed albums like a puppet. He remembers the company's warning. How they told him that he couldn't date at all when he debut. Now he's here, away from them.

His pathetic coping mechanism back then, was: saesengs could do a lot to them.

It was unhealthy now. He was so sure you'd be killed or something if he showed any affection, or yearning in public.

He misses you too much it drives his mind insane. Literally.

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- - > CORTIS' CUTIE ! !

IN WHICH: Reader is the sixth member of CORTIS — who absolutely fits the ILLIT concept. Soft boy fits even in the most intense choreographies, wearing pink during FaSHioN — posting the most innocent stuff and loving pink.. he's obviously a cinnamon roll that's so cute and that's it right? What the public doesn't know.. Reader is a menace. CORTIS wants to keep that side of him private, because after all, Reader is the resident cutie.

CONTAINS: Keonho is a victim, so is the public. Mentions of: Moka, Taehyung, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Taehyun!

[lemon1sthere]

"Seen ! . "

idol!Louis x goth!reader — ᨳ𐔌՞҂ ˕ ֊՞𐦯ᜊ

IN WHICH: Ryul invites LNGSHOT to his house for a sleepover since they had a free day today. That's when Louis meets reader. Someone.. who dressed differently than the average person in Korea. A bit freaked out, but embraced the style! Somehow!

CONTAINS: Swearing, reader is lowk a meanie (⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠). Rebellious reader.

Wc: 3.9k

"Nice home, man." Ohyul smiled at his bandmate, humming as he sat down with the others.

"Thanks dude." Ryul responds with a lazy smile, "The house is pretty much ours. Parents aren't home, oh but be warned." he adds on, holding a singular finger up.

"My little sibling's home, and they might speak a random selected language to you if you approach them, or potentially bite your kneecaps off." Ryul says, half a joke but half serious. The others laugh, shaking their head.

"Since when did you have a sibling?" asks Woojin first, raising an eyebrow.

"Since 2011." they deadpanned, as if it was the most obvious thing ever— resulting in a chuckle from Ohyul.

"What did you mean by random selected language?" Ohyul suddenly asks, genuinely curious what Ryul could possibly mean.

"My sibling, Y/n— has this thing where they love learning languages. It's absurd." Ryul shook his head, snorting. "A prodigy with languages one could say."

"2011 too? Man they're crazy talented if they can pick up a lot." Ohyul smiled, offering a compliment out.

"My age.. interesting." Louis mumbled aloud, as Ryul inhales a laugh.

"I think they're learning French right now, but I dunno." Ryul sing-songed, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Anyhow, they're probably busy right now. So let's just prioritise enjoying." Ryul would exclaim, and turn the TV on, and snatching some game controllers from under a table.

"Tekken?" Ohyul would suggest a game, seeing the cartridges by the shelf under the table.

"Bet." Ryul slots out the game, and looks up at Woojin and Louis.

"Can you two get us snacks? Kitchen by that hall to the right." Ryul would guide, pointing his fingers at a small hallway leading out the living room.

"Okay." Woojin nods, as Louis followed him out to the kitchen. They stepped in the vicinity of the homey kitchen, and they saw a blur of black suddenly past the other hallway in front of them. They shrug it off, took chips they found inside the pantry after a long search and returned.

The group played games for a time they didn't even know anymore, fingers mashing, laughing obnoxiously as their voices rang through the whole house.

It was nine pm, and quite frankly Y/n was done with their brother. The eyeliner on their hands fell idle as she slammed it on her drawer, pushing her self off, wearing a shirt, trench coach dangling off their shoulders, makeup half done— face white and ruffles. Oh Y/n knew there was other people in the house. Quite frankly, they didn't care. Their brother didn't even warn them his group was coming over. Slamming their room door open, they didn't even waste effort walking out to the living room.

"RYUL!" Y/n shrieked out, genuinely getting pissed. The silence deafens, the house goes quiet. Not even the faint buzz of the light or the AC in Y/n's room made noise.

"조용히 하세요!" (Keep it down!) Y/n would yell out, slamming the door back shut again. The sound isn't as loud. There isn't laughs anymore.

Finally.

Now, all Y/n had to do was wait for midnight and they could finally sneak out! Ryul would've never agreed if they dared ask permission.

So what they do in the meantime? Headphones on, listening to Christian Death, humming lyrics under their breath softly — waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

Louis' eyes slowly blurred awake, taking in the darkness that covered his bandmate's room. He sat up his beanbag, frustrated at the sudden wake. He opened his phone, 11:58 pm.

"Putain de merde." he groans quietly, making sure no one had heard him wake up. He contemplated standing for a bit, but reluctantly did so for water. He prier himself out the room, opened the hallway lights and—

"Quoi dans le—" he yelps, but was shut up as a figure stalked over quickly to put their hands over his lips, yanking him down in the process.

"Shush, do you wanna wake them?!" the person would hiss out, and closed the door behind Louis.

".. Non… pas d’anglais?" (N- no English?) he tried to excuse so he didn't have to talk to someone who looked fresh out a vampire novel.

... they were kinda cute.

"Ne faites pas de bruit," (Be quiet.) Y/n trailed off, stumbling slightly. "Sinon vous allez les réveiller." (Or you'll wake them up.)

"Who are you exactly?" Louis finally stammers out, as Y/n made their way for the front door.

"Y/n. Your hyung's younger sibling." ah, it made sense now.

"Your.. style. You're going out at night like that?" Louis asked, not judgemental. Just curious. "Does Ryul-hyung know?"

"Course' he doesn't. I'm meeting with a friend he thinks is a bad influence for me. Of course I'm sneaking out."

"Do you have to do it.. Si tard?" (So late?) Louis found himself asking. "It's dangerous at night.

"Psh, go get your beauty sleep. I'll be fine." Y/n shook their head and already walked outside, opening the door.

Louis, who had nothing to do followed suit. "You have good French," he'd say as he quickly put his shoes on and caught up, closing the door behind him.

"You followed?" Y/n croaked out, looking up at the tall idol. "And thanks. I'm learning."

"You're the french one right?" Louis nodded at that.

"Coolio." Y/n said, and gave a smile Louis didn't know was rare. "You're my age right?"

"o' 10 baby."

"Ah, one year older."

"Where are we going?" Louis slowly asked, stalking behind Y/n like a tall guard dog.

"7/11. Where else?" Y/n shook their head, as the street lamps below illuminated their pathway, even by just slightly.

"If my friend stares at you, it's probably cause you're dressed in pajamas." the goth advised, as Louis suddenly felt self aware- stiffening as he walked.

Y/n felt very amused at that.

"We're here." Y/n snapped back the tall idol in reality, as they walked in.

Y/n's friend— Kaiko was also gothic. Trad goth, body not quite female, not quite male, slightly more intense than how Y/n presented.

"Y/n," he'd greed calmly, smiling and eyed Louis.

"Hey, aren't you that guy from LNGSHOT?" he asked, eyes scanning over Louis.

"Ah, yeah. Louis." Louis would answer, nodding looking down at the guy kindly.

"Brother invited him over, and his crew.. he followed me out here." Y/n dismissed, and beelined to the fridges to buy a can of that delicious Red Bull.

"You make it sound like we're bad people," Louis muttered under his breath, remembering how LNGSHOT fans can get negative too, it bubbled in his stomach.

Kaiko, sensing something off, quickly retreated. "Good luck man." and quickly ran off. His friend senses tingled.

"I didn't say you were a bad person. I'm saying things as it is." Y/n bluntly stated, and walked to the cashier to pay. As the transaction of items happened, Louis sighs. A sharp sigh. Defiance.

Y/n knew that sigh. The sigh of trying to fight back.

"You think I'm joking?" they warned lightly, shaking their head with a tsk.

"It's just annoying how my brother invited you all without telling me."

"I understand, but don't take it out on us. On me." Louis oddly enough, didn't back down. Even when Y/n would stare with that terrifying stare..

He didn't. Y/n smiled again, and laughed. The cashier froze, as Y/n took their drink.

"You.." Y/n breathed out amused. "You're cool."

"Y/n said you were cool?!" Ryul exclaimed, as Louis shrugged.

Louis had lied to Ryul saying the two only stayed up in the kitchen at night when everyone was asleep. Everyone believes it, but he didn't lie about the smile. The look. Nope.

"Is that rare?" Louis raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n is an antisocial shit." Ryul lifted his mug of coffee up. "Never talks. Always so broody, and that look. Y/n got the resting bitch face or how our eomma looks when she's mad." Ryul explained, as Woojin laughed.

"They smiles at no one. Hell not even me, their brother." Ryul drawled out. "The guy was bullied before making him basically go quiet to everyone. It's rare, and them speaking in a different language to you besides English too?"

"Lucky. I don't know how I'm related to them. They're like a creature from the underworld dude." Ryul snorted at his own joke. "Especially how they dress and the music they listen to, like what?"

"You're also a creature from the underworld." Woojin mused. "Also that's offensive to goths."

"I know.. no judgment to them. Only to my sibling." Ryul said, as Ohyul laughs softly at that.

And at that moment, Louis realised he didn't just befriend someone. He befriended a person misunderstood, someone treated like a shiny Pokémon. Shocked at being rare, and that's it.

Louis smiled, shooting Y/n a look, who stood there hiding behind a corner. But the smile wasn't teasing, or cunning. It was warm of reassurance. He saw. How'd he know Y/n was there, is beyond Y/n.

And tonight? Y/n would warm up again.

They may not talk face to face always, due to schedules and all— but one thing for sure, is that Y/n and Louis got close.

Son amour.

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POINT AND LAUGH | Martin Edwards x Reader

non idol! Martin x Juhoon's sibling! Reader :3

IN WHICH: Reader thinks Martin is attractive, so they decide to try shoot their shit. Martin, upon checking Reader's account was enamoured too. But he's a bit more blunt, rather than how Reader approaches things.

CONTAINS: Original characters, self shipping (js a slight tiny bit), nonchalant Kim duo, and swearing!

NOTE: Sorry for the lack of stories!! As you guys know I'm sick :(( so i moved to Ifake cause MeMi message lowk buns now!! Also can be seen as a Martin x male reader

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"Hard Launch!"

in which: Ahn Keonho and Y/n have been dating since pre debut, Keonho begs management for them to go public. They agree, so when Keonho tells Y/n (his partner, who runs a fanpage account about him for shits and giggles) releases hell.

contains: random ocs (based on friends), haters, six seven, and uh attempted humour!!

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# # poster BOY | kim juhoon x reader ˚⟡˖ ࣪

IN WHICH: Kim Juhoon gets hated on for being the least fashionable member of kpop boy group CORTIS. He breathes once and there's hate. But when stylist Y/n came in? He'll be as iconic as the others. As he should. But.. what about Y/n's dream?

CONTAINS: Y/n is 18 years old, and a HYBE stylist who has been originally BOYNEXTDOOR's stylist.

wc: 1.1k

"Not another one." Juhoon frowns at his phone— closing his eyes shut. Recently, everything has been crazy overwhelming for the teen. Fans expecting too much, as if he doesn't already try. All the pressure gets irritating. The green room feels silent all the sudden, cold.

At first, it was the hate on how he seemed to be the least stylish one, and now? It's basically on everything. His confidence had basically dropped, being more silent than usual. No matter how many true fans defended him, the hate drowned more.

Martin, in true professional leader behavior had spoken about the recent situation to management, so Juhoon wouldn't feel that hated. He was a talented, and smart teen with true honesty.

The company only suggested Juhoon to take a short hiatus, but obviously he'd spiral more if he did, so Martin— in true Martin nature decided to contact a friend he had when he was a trainee, who now worked in the styling department.

"Kim Juhoon right?" a person speaks up; entering the room with heavy, yet purposeful steps as they approached the idol slumped against the couch.

"Who?-" he tried to ask; keyword tried.

"Y/n L/n, call me N/n if you'd like." they said with a chuckle, and sat next to him, the couch dipping at the weight.

"Martin called me about the situation you're having," Y/n started off then went quiet to hear what Juhoon would say.

"It's.. fine." he replied, as Y/n shook their head.

"Yeah, and I'm a BTS member." they blankly huffed, "seriously- it's not even your style that's the problem. It's how you carry yourself."

"I thought you're here to help?" Y/n laughed at Juhoon's quiet admission, not teasing though. Just amused.

"Yeah, I am." Y/n clicked their tongue, "here to help. Not babysit. Big difference."

Juhoon let that information soak up in his brain, they had a point. A huge point. He eventually sighed; shifting on the couch with his shoulders slump.

"Straight back," Y/n would clap their hands, and Juhoon instantly felt conscious. How had he not noticed he was hunched back? How long has he been like that? His face contorts just slightly into panic.

"Relax your body." Y/n called out again, as Juhoon paused, trying. But he looked stiff trying.

"We found the problem." Y/n flicked her wrist over, "you're anxious."

"Of course I am. You don't know how it feels like performing in front of people." Juhoon protested.

"I do. I was a trainee too, before becoming a stylist." they shot back instantly, eyes narrowing. Juhoon went quiet.

"You need to be more confident in yourself. You're talented," Y/n waved around the obvious.

Y/n probes on, speaking their truth. "You don't wanna be anyone's puppet, Juhoon. You're you, who cares if you need to reach a standard? Don't tell me you were always like this?" Juhoon paused at Y/n's advice, genuinely thinking everything through. He never did care, he just did everything for fun. The old child modelling things, soccer.. it was cause he wanted to. He wanted to be an idol too, but why did this take over his brain? Cause there were more people who could judge?

Then the words that left Y/n next was what woke him up to reality.

"You're your own person. People should suck it up if you're not what they want. Perform, love, be free. Don't let anything chain you down."

Headlines had Juhoon for how his entire stance changed. He was more confident yet retained the silence, his fashion statements got bolder thanks to Martin's help. His posture was upright, and words didn't affect him anymore.

Deep in the HYBE buildings, as Y/n was fixing Riwoo's hair, they glanced at the phone Riwoo had open. A CORTIS interview.

"Juhoon's been more happy lately." Jaehyun smiled, hearing how confident his answers were.

"Yeah, I know right?" Leehan quips, and looks up at Y/n. "I saw you talking to Juhoon through the window of a greenroom on the fourth floor, is his confidence from you?"

".. Yeah. Talked to him."

While the conversation in the BND styling rooms happened— in CORTIS' dorms, another conversation was being held.

"Look's like Y/n got to you eh?" Martin slung an arm around Juhoon, grinning widely.

"Mhm," he'd say calmly.

"Y/n is always so good at advice," James speaks up, not prying his eyes away from his phone. "Sad they didn't make it."

"Make it where?" Keonho asked with curiosity, "and who's Y/n?"

"Dude they're that trainee I introduced you to during out first Freestyle practice together." Martin deadpanned, shaking their head with a chuckle.

"Ohh!" Keonho nodded.

"Wait, why were they there? Isn't Y/n a stylist?" Juhoon found himself asking, an eyebrow raised.

"They were a trainee for six years," James recalled. Y/n was 12? "But HYBE never paid attention to them, HYBE told her that they were talented already but didn't fit any group concept, so they temporarily made him a stylist to try find edge."

"On hold for three years is crazy." Martin sighed, as Juhoon furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why couldn't they just go solo?"

"HYBE couldn't be bothered." Martin frowned; eyes crinkling as he frowned.

"Bullshit- there's no way. They just need to see their talent again." Juhoon concluded with a huff.

Juhoon walked through the HYBE halls, it was 2 am and he wanted to practice his vocals, plus he couldn't sleep for an odd reason. Passing an occupied small room, he paused. Hearing something. It was the production room that was still being fixed since the noise cancelling pads weren't placed there yet.

Carefully, he opened the door, peaking slightly. There Y/n was, singing a segment of BTS' song, DOPE as if they'd one day debut.

Juhoon would make sure he would, as he took a video discreetly— and promised himself, the higher ups would see. They had to.

"You called me..?" Y/n stepped inside an office, high up HYBE building, steps careful as they sat on a vacant seat.

"We are aware of your situation, for six years we have.." one trailed off.

"Underestimated you." another finished off, as Y/n's heart skipped. There's no way, was this real? Was this a chance?

"So, in five months you will be debuting as a solo idol, you may be self produced or we can do it for you." another smiled, as Y/n's face went tight, trying to act formal as usual.

This wasn't a dream. No.

"I'll self produce," they'd announce— as the higher ups noddded. "You'll be a soloist under BIGHIT." they would say.

And as Y/n walked out that meeting room, eyes wet— shoulders shaking, they saw Juhoon in the corner with James and Martin, holding a phone. Squinting their eyes further..

That was him. During that night at—

No way.

Juhoon smiles, sweet and thankful for Y/n's advice from before.

Then, that's when Y/n realised, they didn't remember her cause they were a good company. Juhoon recorded them and showed management.

Y/n weakly smiles back through a sniffle, grateful.