synopsis ; How I’d imagine the LNGSHOT boys would react to their best friend (you) suddenly pranking them by asking if they want to make out, before saying it was supposed to be for someone else.
ss count ; 8 pictures
featuring ; lngshot (all members)
tags ; bestfriend!lngshot, crackfic, smau, humor (?), ot4!lngshot lowkey likes reader, jealous and possessive undertones, no use of y/n or (name)
a / n ; not posting this on tiktok 'cuz i might get flamed for using a kind of suggestive prank on woojin and louis— so this is only for my tumblr readers, y'all getting a special exclusive hahaha ;D
hahaha whenever i cut ties w a guy for being stupid (aka existing) i understand why i like kpop boys a little bit more every goddamn time, it's because they don't pmo w their bullshit🥀
ⓘ synopsis. everyday you're grateful to have your own separate room and bathroom—safe from their chaos... wait, WOOJIN HASN'T PACKED YET?
Your LNGSHOT adventures!
⚠︎ includes: profanities (cussing), unorganised boys (yes—woojin, we're looking at you), corny jokes, the use of em dashes, the unsightly existence of a random female member in a bg 🫣 (i got a lil inside joke with @keoncoer [rip, bro deleted their account. one of the best cortis smau accounts i knew])
READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
🗪 MY FIRST LNGSHOT FIC, let's gooo
🗪 yes ik ts unrealistic with the random female member in a bg, but im highkey just doing this for those small moments we wouldn't get otherwise if the reader were in another grp
but like, fanfics don't need to be very realistic n 100% accurate anyway, it's fiction n meant for entertainment purposes only. if u don't like? that's coo, just scroll n move on with ur day
stay fresh, chill, n juicy ^-^
┆LNGSHOT MASTERLIST
This post is under the OT4 category!
There's a cosy warmth inside the LNGSHOT dorm. It's early in the morning and you still feel groggy—but the sound of sizzling is music to your ears as the aroma of grilling meat blesses your sense of smell.
You're lounging around in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone and occasionally glancing up to watch Ohyul make breakfast.
"That looks really good." Your eyes stare down the food like a hawk with it's prey.
Your comment causes the corners of his mouth to turn up into a small smile, "Right?"
He picks up a small piece with tongs and blows on it, "Try some."
You're happy—giddily bouncing on the spot as your eyes follow the meat being held closer to your lips. The bouncing comes to a stop when you open your mouth and welcome the explosion of flavour.
You groan with exaggeration, slouching against the kitchen countertop with a roll of your eyes for the dramatics.
"That shi bussin' real good, chef Ohyul. Five out of five stars. Cooked and seasoned to perfection."
The chef of today's breakfast can't hold back the laugh which you pull out of him.
He catches his breath before turning his attention back to cooking, "I should probably start my own restaurant then, huh?"
You shrug your shoulders with a lazy smile, "I mean—I'd support you. I volunteer as the paid food tester and critic." You emphasize on the word 'paid'.
"Paid?" He glances over to you with a look of disbelief painted onto his handsome features, "No way. That would just be robbing me blind and taking advantage of my amazing skills in the kitchen."
Raising your hands up in defence, your playful self doesn't seem to tire. "Hey—work out here's tough man. I'd be the best food critic ever. I'm not scared to tell you if your cooking is shit and you know it."
Ohyul takes a second to think about what you said, his face clearly expressing his moment in thought.
"Wow—you need to think about that?" You scoff in disbelief, feigning hurt.
This seems to break him out of character as he stifles a laugh which dies down to his signature smile—famous for charming all the people who see it.
"I'm kidding—of course. You're the best food critic I know."
You bathe in the praise, acting cocky as you raise a hand to your ear, "Say it again—say it louder."
He rolls his eyes with a smile, not wanting to fuel your ego to more than you can bare. "I guess I'm a good enough chef to have never received a negative review from you."
"Oh, definitely. You'd make a great housewife."
He's taken aback. Turning away from the meat on the stove to stare at you.
You seem lost in your own world now—coincidentally looking around the kitchen environment to busy yourself just when he happens to try and meet your gaze in confrontation.
Ohyul shakes his head at you, but the corners of his mouth remaining tugged up proves that he's not at all upset with your humorous observation.
As you glance around the kitchen, you catch glimpse of Woojin in the lounge area setting up a hand camera to record.
This catches your attention as your feet wander to him, "What're you up to?" Your eyes watch him work the device and it's enough for him to know what you're referring to.
"I'm going to record for a LNGSHOT vlog, you want in?"
It's ridiculous that he feels the need to ask. Something as fun as this? Count yourself in. "Hell yeah, let's go."
The camera starts running.
"What's up?"
'Nice start to a video' is what you think to yourself as you watch him start it off.
"Right now, I'm at the accommodation."
Woojin who stands beside you, angles the camera to catch your pretty face in all it's beautiful glory, "Y/N."
"Heyyy!" You wave, beaming the camera a bright smile.
You bite back a laugh at the awkward introduction once the camera leaves your face.
Catching Louis coming out of his room, the two of you meet him on your way to the kitchen, "Louis." Woojin turns the camera to Big Lou before the two of you wander to where Ohyul is—still cooking up a breakfast for the hungry members of LNGSHOT, "Ohyul."
Flipping the camera to look into a dark bedroom where a member is lounging with his phone, you and Woojin peek inside. "Ryul."
Cut.
You wave at Ryul who's on his phone, he waves back with a casual grin. "You and Woojin recording?"
You nod, "but mainly him because it's his segment." You join him in his room as the mentioned 17 year old busies himself elsewhere.
You nudge Ryul over to shamelessly stare at the contents of his phone—which would be considered a huge invasion of privacy if all the members of LNGSHOT weren't so close and comfortable with one another.
You trust them to let you know if anything you do causes any discomfort. And they trust you just the same.
Boundaries and rules were recently updated a week ago when the leader called everyone to the dining table on a random evening.
"I'm just scrolling on X, checking what's happening now." He explains, but you click your tongue and shake your head at him. There's a high chance he might see shit on there.
"That place is a graveyard for happiness. Infested with unhappy, unemployed, and sad people." You take the phone out of his hands which he allows. He runs a hand over his blonde buzz with an amused smile whilst watching you do your magic.
You switch it to TikTok where the both of you consume educational content—horse hoof cleaning videos.
Only the best education for refined students such as yourselves.
You're plastered to each other—cheek to cheek—whilst being immersed to the fullest, eyes not blinking with jaws hung at the satisfaction the clips bring.
"How did you end up grilling it?"
The LNGSHOT leader glances at Woojin in confusion, "Pardon?"
The camera catches a good angle of the food. "Where did you get it?"
It clicks for Ohyul, "Oh, you mean this meat?"
"No, he means the ceiling." You sarcastically chime in as you walk pass. This earns a side eye from Ohyul and a grin from Woojin.
"I got it from my only friend. It was a gift."
"Oh really?" Woojin asks in the background as Ohyul continues,
"My friend gave it to me and said I should share it with the members."
The teenager eyes the food, "You have a friend?"
You—who was searching the fridge with Louis pitches in, "Shocker."
Cut.
Ohyul throws another side eye at you and doesn't forget to shoot one at Woojin too. You shrug your shoulders with a smile of signature mischief, "Sorry. You leave open so many opportunities—I just had to take them."
"You're lucky I like you."
The members crowd Ohyul in the kitchen, Woojin continues recording. "Can I have a bite?"
"Sure."
He patiently waits before finally receiving a bite sized taste of happiness.
You watch this interaction and open your mouth too, waiting expectantly. There's no need for words. You're connected enough to communicate telepathically.
Ohyul sees you open your mouth and smiles, "Hey—this is your second one already." Against what he says, he blows on the most tender piece anyway before carefully feeding it to you.
⊹
Once alone, Ohyul tries a bite to see for himself what the all the hype is about. The taste has him—quite literally—bouncing around. "Woah. This is so delicious."
He understands the hype now.
Eating at the dining table with a camera propped up, it catches everyone in the frame.
You eat in silence, savouring the flavour in your mouth with every chew. You nod with furrowed brows when the texture and juice are to your satisfaction.
"Who has packed their luggage?"
"No one has packed yet."
You correct them, "I finished packing mine yesterday." They applaud you with cheers, "Oooh—Y/N. You're the only one I have hope for in this group."
"I agree. (?)"
"Yeah, you'll reach great heights."
"You're so organized."
"Guys—It's just a packed luggage..."
[KIM RYUL TIME]
Whilst Ryul is filming his segment of the vlog, you're watching as Louis picks up the basketball sitting in the corner.
"Ahh." The camera turns to the two of you.
"A basketball at dawn? That's a bit..."
Louis ignores the way his hyung questions his choices and proceeds to show off by spinning the ball on the tip of his middle finger.
"Ohh!" You're impressed as you clap your hands together, lips forming an 'o' shape as you watch the ball.
You picture in your head how it might go if you were to give it a try.
Louis smiles at how easily impressed you seem to be, his ego inflates at your lively reaction, "Cool, right?" To which you respond with an enthusiastic nod.
"Woah, you've got some special skill."
At Ryul's praise, Louis ignores him and only responds by bringing the ball to his chest—putting a stop to the spinning.
"This is, your hobby?"
"Yeah, basketball."
Cut.
"Is it hard to do?" You ask, analysing the ball in Louis' hand.
"It might be a little difficult at the start when you're trying to get the hang of it—but it gets easier." He glances down at the ball before tossing it to you. You instinctively catch it with both hands.
"Give it a try."
And you do just that. But not quite sure how to start, you can only place the ball on your finger before trying to give it a twirl.
Fail. The basketball rolls on the floor of Ryul's bedroom.
"Damn."
"I mean—you can always stick to music?"
┆LNGSHOT MASTERLIST
This post is under the OT4 category!
synopsis: after catching louis’ attention from the front row at lngshot’s concert, you end up backstage with him by the end of the night—all because he wanted your number.
A/N: this was requested!
ᵎ!ᵎ 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 ⊹ 𝙛𝙖𝙣.ᐟ𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ⊹ 𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡.ᐟ𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙞𝙨
the first thing you notice about louis in person is that he looks younger than he does online.
not younger in a bad way. not childish either. just real.
the cameras always sharpened him into something louder; brighter smiles, cleaner angles, perfectly timed reactions. but standing beneath the concert lights, sweaty hair sticking slightly to his forehead while he laughed at something ryul yelled from across the stage, he suddenly looked like an actual sixteen-year-old boy trying very hard to act older than he was.
and maybe that was what caught your attention first.
or maybe it was the fact that he kept looking at you.
you stood against the barricade near the extended stage, crushed between screaming fans and shaking lightsticks. your ears rang from the bass vibrating through the arena floor, from the chants echoing off the walls hard enough to rattle your ribs. everything around you felt too loud, too bright, too fast.
but every few minutes, louis’ eyes kept finding yours anyway.
the first time it happened, you assumed it was accidental.
idols looked into crowds constantly. it meant nothing.
except the second time lasted longer.
and the third time came with a smile.
a real one too. crooked and quick, appearing like he forgot cameras existed for half a second.
your stomach dropped stupidly fast.
“oh my god,” the girl beside you gasped suddenly, gripping your arm hard enough to hurt. “he keeps looking over here.”
you laughed nervously. “probably because everybody’s screaming.”
“no,” she whispered immediately. “he’s looking at you.”
you almost told her she was insane.
then louis missed part of his choreography because he was still staring in your direction.
ohyul physically shoved him back into formation.
the entire section screamed.
heat rushed straight into your face so quickly you had to look away for a second.
this could not be happening.
around you, fans started noticing too. phones angled toward your side of the barricade now, people whispering loudly while louis kept pretending he wasn’t distracted every time he drifted near the front of the stage.
which would have worked better if he wasn’t so obvious about it.
during one of the talking segments, woojin started speaking while the members caught their breath. louis stood slightly behind the others, water bottle hanging loosely from his hand while his eyes wandered over the crowd again.
then landed on you.
again.
you should’ve looked away.
instead, you smiled before you could stop yourself.
something in louis’ expression softened immediately after that.
small.
barely noticeable.
but real enough to make your chest tighten painfully.
ryul noticed instantly.
even from the stage, you could tell.
he leaned toward louis with the biggest grin imaginable while saying something near his ear. louis shoved him hard without looking away from you once.
the fans around you lost their minds.
by the encore, things had somehow gotten worse.
the members ran around freely now, splashing water into the crowd while fans screamed loud enough to distort the speakers. louis jogged toward your section again before slowing near the edge of the stage.
then he crouched directly in front of you.
your brain stopped working.
completely.
up close, he looked exhausted. flushed cheeks, damp hair curling slightly from sweat, oversized jersey sticking to his shoulders under the stage lights.
and he was looking directly at you like nobody else existed.
you forgot every single thing you planned on saying if you ever met him.
every thought vanished instantly.
louis glanced down toward the sign hanging loosely from your hands before laughing quietly under his breath.
“you made this?” he asked.
you nodded too quickly. “yeah.”
“it’s cute.”
the compliment hit embarrassingly hard.
before you could respond properly, fans behind you screamed loud enough to shake the barricade. security started motioning for the members to move toward the opposite side of the stage again.
louis stood reluctantly.
for a second, it looked like he wanted to say something else.
instead, he pointed toward you once more before jogging backward toward the others.
but he kept looking back.
once.
twice.
three times.
and each time, your stomach flipped harder.
.☘︎ ݁˖ᝰ.ᐟ
after the concert ended, you stayed near the venue longer than you meant to.
mostly because leaving felt impossible.
fans crowded outside the arena in loud clusters, replaying concert videos and screaming over moments that had already started spreading online. every few seconds, someone nearby mentioned louis staring at “that one girl in the front row.”
unfortunately, that girl was very obviously you.
you had already seen three separate tiktoks.
your phone buzzed nonstop inside your hoodie pocket while you leaned against the side wall near the exit gates, trying desperately not to think too hard about any of it.
then someone approached you.
a staff member.
at first, you thought you were in trouble somehow.
maybe you accidentally broke a rule. maybe you stood in the wrong section. maybe fans weren’t allowed near backstage exits.
but the woman stopped directly in front of you with a careful smile.
“hi,” she said gently. “you were in front row section b tonight, right?”
“…yeah?”
“would you mind coming with me for a second?”
your heart nearly stopped.
“why?”
the staff member hesitated for exactly half a second before smiling again.
“someone asked to meet you.”
your brain immediately short-circuited.
“someone?”
she gave you a look that answered everything.
the walk backstage barely felt real.
your shoes squeaked against polished hallways while staff rushed around carrying equipment and garment racks. somewhere nearby, you could hear loud laughter followed by someone yelling in korean.
your hands shook the entire time.
the staff member stopped outside a half-open door before glancing back at you, “you can go in.”
then she walked away before you could panic properly.
inside the room, louis sat stretched across a couch scrolling through his phone while ryul stood nearby drinking something from a paper cup.
the second ryul noticed you, his entire face lit up.
“oh my god,” he laughed loudly, smacking louis’ shoulder immediately. “she’s real.”
louis looked up so fast he nearly dropped his phone.
for the first time all night, he looked nervous.
actually nervous.
and somehow that made you relax slightly too.
ryul grinned between both of you like he’d just orchestrated world peace.
“okay,” he announced dramatically, already backing toward the door. “i’m leaving before this gets embarrassing.”
“it’s already embarrassing,” louis muttered.
“good luck, lover boy.”
“get out.”
ryul laughed all the way down the hallway.
silence settled awkwardly afterward.
louis stood almost immediately, rubbing the back of his neck once before speaking.
“sorry if this is weird.”
“it’s a little weird,” you admitted honestly.
he laughed quietly at that.
up close, he somehow looked softer. less polished than he did on stage. his hair still looked damp near the ends, oversized hoodie thrown on over his concert clothes now.
for a second, both of you just stared awkwardly at each other.
then louis smiled suddenly.
and there it was again.
that exact smile from the stage.
the one that made your stomach feel unstable.
“i just…” he started before stopping briefly. “i really wanted to talk to you.”
your pulse sped up instantly.
“why?”
his ears turned slightly pink.
“because i thought you were pretty.”
the honesty hit harder than any rehearsed line could have.
you blinked at him once.
then laughed softly out of disbelief.
louis looked mildly horrified immediately after.
“wait, not in a creepy way.”
“i know.”
“okay good because ryul said i sounded insane.”
“you kind of do.”
he groaned dramatically before dropping back against the couch cushions. “great.”
you laughed again, quieter this time.
something about him felt unexpectedly easy now.
like the nervousness burned away the second conversation actually started.
louis looked up at you carefully from where he sat.
“can i ask something?”
“depends.”
“can i get your number?”
your stomach flipped all over again.
he said it casually, but there was still something hesitant underneath it. like he genuinely expected rejection despite everything that happened tonight.
which felt ridiculous considering he was louis.
still, the nervousness made him seem younger somehow. softer around the edges.
more real.
you pulled your phone from your pocket slowly. “you brought me backstage just for my number?”
“…pretty much.”
“that’s insane.”
“yeah,” he admitted easily. “but did it work?”
you tried not to smile while handing him your phone.
unfortunately, you failed immediately.
and judging by the way louis smiled back afterward, he definitely noticed.
( 📸 ) 。 perhaps this love wasn't as indestructible as you thought.
❪ ɪɴᴅᴇʟɪʙʟᴇ ❫ 𝟐𝟑𝟔𝟑!───── ✿𝓲 idol!ryul x f!rea (;´∩`;) slight angst est. relationship mentions of cheating kissing petnames talks of marriage
let her cook ! (💬) sorry i felt really demotivated these past few days so i had to leave it on a cliffhanger... pt. 2 here
ryul and yn. yn and ryul.
you guys were the highschool sweethearts that everyone, from the security guards to the teachers knew about at hanlim school of arts. they knew how your parents were good friends too and how you've practically known each other since the diaper days.
however, they also know how... talks of marriage after graduation came up frequently between the l/ns and the kims.
you stayed up at the top of your class, maintaining a 98% grade that got you into seoul university. your dad, working for one of the biggest marketing firms in korea practically guaranteed you a job with a steady income.
so... perfect grades? check. perfect boyfriend and possible soon to be husband? check. future secured? check!
what more could you ask for?
and soon, in the blink of an eye, ryul began working on his debut EP, shot callers with the boys. you of course, were one of the first people to hear it.
the phone pressed warm against your ear, his voice slicing through the quiet of your room where you’d been staring down a thick stack of seoul university marketing textbooks. even without video, you could perfectly picture the familiar gummy smile you adored.
"come onnn babe, you have to come here tomorrow. I wanna see your reaction to the songs!" you could practically hear ryul's huge smile from the other end of the call.
you chuckled, leaning back in your chair and spinning a pen between your fingers. "ryul, it’s past midnight. shouldn't you be getting some sleep before the big playback session?"
"sleep is for when the EP drops," he fired back instantly, a soft laugh escaping him. "seriously, yn. i’ve been staring at these soundboards for ten hours, and the only thing keeping me going is knowing you’re gonna hear what we've been cooking up. you’ve been there since I was just messing around with woojin and writing nonsense in the name of lyrics. you have to be the first."
"alright, alright, I'll be there," you said softly, a genuine smile breaking through your running thoughts. "but only if you promise to actually eat something before I arrive."
"deal! I'll order that exact tteokbokki place you like," ryul cheered, the background noise of the studio rustling as he moved. "tomorrow at two. don't be late, yn. i love you."
"love you too. go to bed, ryul."
hanging up, the silence of your room settled back in. you looked down at your meticulously highlighted notes, then over to a framed photo on your desk — you and ryul on hanlim's graduation day, covered in confetti, looking like the universe belonged to you.
"we've come so far already."
"and get this, ohyul preached the idea of us dancing with girls in facetime to jay and he actually agreed! can you believe that?"
you let out a genuine laugh, leaning your back against the cool studio wall as ryul paced the floor, his face flushed with the kind of high-energy buzz that only came from a successful playback session.
the tracks had been incredible. shot callers was the perfect debut ep. It was going to be a hit — you knew it, the boys knew it, and clearly, management knew it.
"he did say he wanted to change k-pop" you shrugged.
his smile softened and proceeded to take a seat next to you, uttering a slight groan from soreness. "you know... i've missed talking to you like this... you should come over more..." he muttered under his breath while laying his head on your shoulder.
"getting oddly physically intimate, are we?" you wiggled your eyebrows, barely containing your laugh. ryul rolled his eyes, "must you ruin everything?" but his smile betrayed the emotions he tried to convey.
"hey, it's called maintaining healthy boundaries," you teased, though you didn't move an inch. instead, you let your head lean back against his, the familiar scent of his jacket — a mix of stale air and expensive cologne wrapping around you.
"i'm serious, though," he murmured, his fingers idly tracing the fabric of your sleeve. "between your days at uni and my debut prep... it feels like we only ever talk through a screen or when our parents drag us to those formal dinners. i hate that I have to schedule a time slot just to have a normal conversation."
he lifted his head just enough to look up at you, his eyes soft and completely earnest. "when the promotion cycle starts, it's only gonna get crazier. promise me you won't... you won't disappear."
you looked back at him and kiss his forehead with a gentle smile gracing your lips.
"how could i?"
while ryul was in the practice rooms running the same sixteen counts until his sneakers wore out, you were buried under a mountain of marketing case studies, keeping that 4.0 entirely unbothered.
you were the perfect, understanding girlfriend. the one who understood the weight of his job. the weight of working in the idol industry.
after all, going to hanlim meant your normal was entirely different from a regular teenager's normal. half the kids you sat next to in homeroom were now either center-positions in rising rookie groups, viral actors, or back-up dancers. you’d seen the trainee hustle up close for years.
one rainy tuesday afternoon, three weeks into his radio-silence, you were sitting in a quiet corner of the uni library, a half-empty iced americano sweating on the table next to your laptop. your phone buzzed on the wood.
it was ryul.
"hi ryul!"
he could instantly hear the smile in your voice, and it was contagious. he let out a breathless, utterly joyful laugh on the other end. "hi baby.”
a loud rustle of fabric and the squeak of sneakers on tiles echoed through the speaker, followed by a groan as he collapsed onto the practice room floor.
"god, my knees. i missed you so much. what are you doing right now?"
"well... just hiding out in the library, working on a few assignments—"
you cut yourself off mid-sentence. melodic, high-pitched laughter drifted through the line, accompanied by the bright, casual chatter of a few female voices right next to him.
"who are you with?" you asked. it was out of genuine curiosity, you would never suspect ryul to do anything… of that sort.
"oh, just our dance partners for the facetime choreography," ryul explained, his voice suddenly dropping to a hushed whisper as if someone might overhear him. "seriously, yn, out of everyone, they paired me up with the slowest learner. we had do this one dance step for like fifteen times because her timing was off. i thought my legs were actually going to fall off.”
you stifled a giggle, leaning your head on your hand. "be nice, ryul. maybe she's just… intimidated."
"please, if she was intimidated, she wouldn't be stepping on my sneakers during the transition," he grumbled, though there was no bite in his tone. on his end, you heard the faint sound of clapping and someone calling out, "great job today, everyone! let's pack it up!"
"sounds like your cue to finally go home and crash," you said softly, looking at the time on the corner of your screen.
“ugh I wish… she asked me to stay to teach her more after practice was over. and obviously I couldn't say no.” he rolled his eyes so far back that he could probably see his brain.
“oh that sucks,” you winced. worry instantly washed over your features. “but don't overwork yourself, okay? no matter how much she bothers you…”
“yeah yeah-”
"ryulllll"
the girl's voice drawled out through the speaker, the tone syrupy and whiny.
you could hear her footsteps squeaking on the studio floor, approaching exactly where ryul was sitting. "come on, help me out with the pre-chorus transition just one more time?" she coaxed, her voice closer now, meaning she was likely leaning over him or tapping his shoulder.
"if I mess it up during tomorrow's camera rehearsal, jay is going to kill me, and it’ll be entirely your fault for being a bad partner."
on your end of the line, ryul let out a heavy, utterly defeated sigh. "look, sora, I told you, your weight distribution is just off on the pivot—"
"then show me! please?"
ryul groaned, the sound muffled as if he was rubbing his face in frustration. he pulled the phone back to his ear, his voice dropping into that quiet, hurried whisper from before. "yn, I gotta go before she starts pulling me by my hoodie. i'll text you the absolute second I get back to the dorms, okay? promise.”
"it's fine, go help her," you said, forcing your tone to stay perfectly light, perfectly understanding. "just don't kill your knees."
"won't. love you, baby."
the line clicked dead before you could even echo the words back.
you sat frozen for a second, the quiet of the university library rushing back to fill the void. your phone screen went black, reflecting your own face back at you. you weren't the jealous type—you really weren't.
or atleast you thought.
that text never came. you waited and waited and waited but your screen never lit up. and you did not got to sleep that night.
but then one day bled into the next. and the almost a month passed.
the silence stretched out, heavy and suffocating. The daily check-ins stopped entirely.
the teasers for shot callers were scheduled to drop tomorrow, a massive milestone the two of you had been counting down to for months, and still—nothing.
it was entirely unlike him.
you decided to take the initiative and check in yourself. i mean, you had to. a family dinner was fast approaching, and right on its heels was your anniversary.
anniversaries with ryul had always been the best days of your life. no matter how packed his trainee schedule had been in the past, he always went all out. he would sneak out of the dorms just to leave your favorite pastries on your doorstep, or spend weeks saving up to surprise you with something thoughtful. he always made you feel so incredibly special. so loved.
which was exactly why this hollow, knotting sensation in your gut felt so awfully uncomfortable.
as you stared at his contact photo, your stomach actively turned, and your mouth went completely dry at the mere thought of hitting the call button. Your hand trembled slightly over the screen. why? Why were you acting like this?
but as you stared at his name, the ugly truth finally forced its way to the surface: you were terrified.
you were scared that (what felt like) a lifetime of history — from sharing juice boxes to walking the halls of hanlim as the couple everyone envied — could somehow be fragile. you were scared of what you might hear if you asked about that girl, sora. but most of all, you were scared of the fact that a part of you was suspicious, and acknowledging that suspicion meant admitting that your "perfect" reality wasn't as bulletproof as you'd always believed.
you didn't want to upset ryul, and you didn't want to be the paranoid girlfriend who shut him out before his dream came true.
taking a deep, shaky breath, you forced your thumb down and pressed the call icon.
the phone began to ring.
once.
twice.
the sound echoed in the quiet of your room, each tone stretching out like an eternity.
on the fifth ring, the line suddenly clicked open. But it wasn't ryul's voice that greeted you.
"hello?"
it was a girl’s voice. it was sora.
the air instantly left your lungs. your grip on the phone tightened so hard your knuckles turned white.
"hello?" sora repeated, her voice drifting casually through the line over the faint, echoing thud of a bassline playing in the background. "ryul? is someone calling you from an unsaved number? wait, no, it says 'yn'..."
your mouth felt like it was full of burnt toast. an unsaved number? had he deleted your contact? no, she just said it displayed your name. she was reading your name off his lock screen.
"hi," you managed to say, your voice sounding detached, far away, like it belonged to someone else entirely. is ryul there?"
"oh! yn! right, the girlfriend!" sora’s tone shifted, instantly morphing into something brightly sweet, though it set off every single alarm bell in your chest.
"he actually just left for a meeting with his members and jay-dpn. do you want me to go grab him for you? he’s super stressed, but I can interrupt if it’s an emergency."
the word emergency tasted bitter. was a looming anniversary an emergency to a debuting idol? was a girlfriend of ten years checking in after a month of total silence considered an disruption?
"no," you said softly, the flawless, accommodating SNU student in you taking over on autopilot. the perfect girlfriend role was a hard habit to break. "no, don't interrupt him. just... tell him i called."
"are you sure?" sora asked, and you could practically hear the small, knowing smirk on the other end of the line.
"we’re probably going to be here until late again pulling an all-nighter before the showcase. i can just tell him to text you when we get a food break?"
we. our. again.
"that's fine. thanks, sora," you whispered, and hung up before she could say another word.
you dropped your hand, the phone clattering onto your desk right next to your meticulously organized textbooks. your heart was hammering against your ribs, a frantic, chaotic rhythm that defied the absolute stillness of your room.
he hadn't texted. he hadn't called. because he wasn't alone.
you looked over at the framed photo of your hanlim graduation. the golden couple. perfect grades, perfect boyfriend, perfect future. suddenly, the perfect life felt like a cage, and the boy in the photo felt like a ghost.
your phone buzzed against the wood. your heart leaped into your throat as you lunged for it.
it wasn't a text from ryul. it was a notification from your calendar.
reminder: family dinner with the kims – tomorrow, 7:00 pm.
Featuring: Kwon Ohyul x f!reader, Kim Ryul x f!reader, Jung Woojin x f!reader, Lim Louis x f!reader, Jay Park x f!reader.
Warning: English is not my native language!!
Kwon Ohyul
• you always sleep in a hug, if you are going to get up at night, he immediately wakes up and tightens his grip on your waist, making it clear that he does not want to lose you for a second.
• always cook together, only when he far away, you have to cook alone.
• he has great calmness, so he tolerates your whims well.
• when you're not in the mood, the guy resorts to extreme measures, he starts purring in your ear and your frowning mood fades.
Kim Ryul
• likes to massage you after a hard day, he is embarrassed to ask you to do the same to him, but you know perfectly well that he also wants a massage from you.
• likes to sleep on your chest, because at this time you stroke his head cutely.
• frequent playful flirtation on his part, he has a very good imagination, so something new awaits you every day.
• likes to hug you from behind and kiss you on the top of your head.
Jung Woojin
• the guy likes to give you wildflowers, most often they are daisies, because they are as tender as you.
• when he's not around, he writes and calls you every free minute, sometimes bothering you with it.
• he loves to see you wear his clothes, so he even asks you to wear his sweatshirts or other clothes.
• slightly shy behaviour in front of everyone, but as soon as you stay alone, he is ready to pounce on you with kisses and touches.
Lim Louis
• you like to buy a lot of harmful sweets and eat them until your stomachs start to hurt.
• when he's in a playful mood, the guy likes to shower you with compliments in French.
• you like to go to karaoke or arrange it at home, you don't feel sorry for your neighbours at all.
• he is a very tactile person with you, so he loves to kiss you everywhere and hug you very tightly.
Jay Park
• ready to spend all his money on you, just you to be happy and feel that he really loves you.
• he arranges dates only in the most expensive and luxurious places of the city.
• when you officially announced your relationship, the man got a tattoo related to you, right next to his heart.
• often starts conversations about the wedding and children, since he sees you as a woman for life.
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."
(롱샷).ᐟ L.EJ x fem!reader
IN WHICH — A compilation of Louis calling you by French pet names.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. pet names . a kiss . Louis might be ooc in this .
masterlist . requested!
938 —fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 You and Louis have been dating for over a month now. Despite being older than him, you refused to be called 'Noona' and insisted on being called by your name instead.
Why? Just because.
But Louis is a really respectful boy —he just couldn't call you by your name because he finds it disrespectful since you're older. He also couldn't find the reason why you didn't want to be called noona. He thought it was cute, and most importantly, respectful.
Since he has the privilege of being French. Which, to you, is the most beautiful language you've ever heard in this world. He has been calling you pet names in French.
And you don't know if you like it or not.
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Like one time, you were just chilling on the couch, watching Obsession, your feet crossed on top of the soft surface. A mini bowl of vanilla ice cream was sitting on your palm as your other hand scooped it.
It was such a cool evening.
The boys were going out to buy groceries and other things for the dorm, and you were left alone in the dorm in peace —You're the one who told them to get the stuff.
You were too immersed in the movie to realize that they had come home. Louis' hand on top of your head was the one that brought you back to reality.
"What are you watching, Ma chérie?(My darling)" He called softly, as his hands ruffled your hair.
You looked up at the tall boy behind you, spoon still stuck between your lips as you felt blood rushing to your face.
That sounded so romantic.
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That time when he lost you in the crowd.
It was supposed to be a cute date. You wanted to go to the night market because you saw some cute bracelets on the internet, and apparently they sold them at the night market.
But you, being you, got distracted by an ice cream stall.
Louis was holding your hand tightly, protecting you from the crowds as the two of you walked through it. Unfortunately, due to how packed that place was, he accidentally let go of your hand, and when he searched for it again, he couldn't find it.
Panic crept up through his body, his eyes scanning every person he could see, yet you were nowhere to be seen in the sea of people.
On the other hand, you were waiting on the side of the ice cream stall, waiting for your matcha-flavoured sweets. It took you several minutes to realize that your boyfriend was not following behind you.
A little bit of panic surged through your body, but then the worker called for you, handing you the delicious-looking ice cream. And with that, the panic was completely drowned out.
Louis kept searching, frantically bumping into some people. That's when he saw you —peacefully eating ice cream at the corner.
He quickly ran to you, then abruptly stopped right in front of you.
The panic in his face was still visible, and his hands found their way up to each side of your jaw.
That was when he let out a relieved sigh.
"I thought I lost you."
He was tearing up as he said those words, and you felt super bad.
"I-I saw ice cream... so I–"
"It's okay, mon Cœur (my heart). I'm just glad you're okay." He said, engulfing you in a warm hug.
Louis knew very well that you can easily get distracted —that's the reason why he always tries to hold on to you in this kind of place.
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Or that one time when you were making dinner.
"Whachu makin', Ma Sardine?" He placed both of his hands on top of your shoulder as he took a peek at the food you were making.
You turned around, confused and belittled. Did he just call you his sardine?
"Ma Sardine? What?" Your brows furrowed.
Louis looked at you cheekily, giggling at the pet name he just gave you. It might've been his favorite amongst all of the French pet names out there.
"What? It's cute." He shrugged.
"You just called me your sardine. That's not cute?" You made a stank face jokingly.
"Okay, what about Ma Crevette?" He chuckled as he rubbed his neck.
"What does it mean?" You asked, crossing your arms on your chest.
"My Shrimp." He mumbled.
His voice was small, but enough for you to hear. And once you heard it, a spatula flew towards him.
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He has been calling you other names, such as Mon chat (my cat), Mon lapin (my rabbit), Mon trésor (my treasure), Mon ange (my angel), etc.
But only one wins your heart.
"You look so beautiful, Mon amour (my love)."
Louis was standing in front of you in a black suit, making him look more charming than ever. He eyed you up and down, examining your red silk dress that hugged every curve of your body, making you look ethereal under the fluorescent moonlight.
You two were attending the wedding of one of your friends. The ballroom got too crowded for you, so Louis took you to the deck.
"Thank you. Mon Beau (my handsome)," you complimented back.
He smiled at the nickname you just gave him. A warm and fuzzy feeling inside his heart made him step closer to you, inching his face closer before planting a soft kiss on your lips.
"Je t'aime pour toujours." He whispered.
That sentence will forever be engraved in your mind and heart. You won't need any translation for those words —you knew the meaning of it by heart.
