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[muffinmaster-83]

— JUST MY BOO THANG | jung woojin

ʚɞ pairing: popular!woojin x female!reader content: smau // fluff // imagines // angst // crack mentions: lngshot ot4, juun (h2h), stella (h2h)

synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. your strategy was simple: mind your business in school and survive. it works perfectly-- until the most popular guy in school decides he can't live without you.

CHAPTERS . . . 01 02

[solo-walker]

Had to screenshot this because i MOURN the team we could've gotten.

if you just added Suki in there (and maybe Zuko too) Ozai's evil ass would be DONE FOR

[playb0ic0rt1s]

Louis x reader ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Wk: 1.2k

Requested!!

Summary: You and Louis are secretly dating as trainees, but what happens if you guys make it a little to obvious?

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“Shouldn’t we wait for Louis?” Ryul said as we all walked down the hallway getting ready to leave the studio. “Bro, every time Louis has to use the bathroom here, he takes so long, though," Woojin says. “He always tells us to go ahead; I think he’ll be fine," Ohyul chimes in.

You hear your phone ping inside your (Louis) hoodie pocket, slowing down your steps and pulling your phone out. 

You think of an excuse that you can use that you haven't already said while chewing on your lip. “You guys can go; I forgot something in the studio. "You say as they all turn to face you in sync.

“Don’t you always ‘forget' something?” Woojin says, emphasizing 'forget.' You roll your eyes, putting your phone back into your pocket. "No," you say instantly, knowing that you've ‘forgotten something’ for about the fourth time this week. 

“We can wait for you—" Ryul says before you cut him off. “No! It's fine, seriously. I can just wait for Louis when I'm done and will meet up with you guys. "You say, feeling your phone buzz again inside your pocket. 

“Just make sure you follow your own directions, not Louis's. I don't want you guys getting lost again," Ohyul says, sounding like a dad. You see Woojin and Ryul exchange a look before nodding your head at Ohyul's words. 

You just stood there with them for a minute before you spoke up. “Well… bye," you say awkwardly, walking the opposite direction before turning back and seeing that they were already walking their own way. 

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You quietly open the door that leads inside the dance studio that is pretty dark now except for the little amount of sunlight peeking in through the windows. You peek your head in, looking around. “Louis?” you say, opening the door wider now, walking inside slowly. You sigh, pulling out your phone from your hoodie, closing the door behind you in case staff was still around. 

You open messages before feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist, lifting you up. “Gotcha!” You hear immediately, recognizing it was Louis' voice. You yelp before feeling yourself being put down. “You scared me!” You say, turning around to face him, seeing that same cute, cheekish smile he always had around you. 

“I know!” Louis says, laughing at your reaction as you playfully shove his shoulder. “Ow!” Louis says dramatically, grabbing his shoulder as if you hit him with a rock. You roll your eyes. “Quit being so dramatic," you say, trying your best, but failing, to hide the smile creeping on your face. 

“Give me a kiss and I'll stop," Louis says instantly, pointing to his lips. You laugh at him until you realize that he was actually being serious. “You know Woojin suspects something already, right?” You say crossing your arms over your chest. 

“So what? "He always has something to say," Louis mutters with his finger still pointing towards his lips. “Don’t tell him I said that though.” He says it instantly like if he were scared Woojin would actually do something to him. 

You laugh at his reaction now. "You're such an idiot," you say, noticing Louis smile as you said that, walking closer to you. "Yeah, but I'm your idiot," he says, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck. 

“Can I get my kiss now?” He mutters, looking at you. "You're really not going to let that go, are you?” You say, chuckling. “Based off of how hard you hit me earlier, I don't accept 'sorry' as an apology from you," he says, smirking, knowing that you didn’t even hit him hard. 

You roll your eyes, smiling. “You're so annoying." You say before going on your tippy toes and putting your lips against his. You feel Louis smile against your lips before kissing you back. 

He kisses you back slowly, bringing one of his hands up to your face, grabbing you by your cheek, almost as if he wanted to stay like this forever. 

As much as you didn’t want to pull away, you slowly pulled away from Louis's lips, looking at Louis in confusion, as you could tell he heard it too by the expression plastered on his face. 

You heard muttering, not too loud, yet not too quiet either. It sounded close, really close actually. "Bro, stop pushing..." You heard clearly this time, immediately recognizing it was Woojin's voice. 

You look at Louis as he is already staring at you in fear, as if he just saw a ghost. “What do we do?” You whispered to him, having to wave your hand in front of him since he was so out of it. 

“I don't know! I thought you told them to leave!” He whisper shouts, you both still clearly being able to hear the muttering outside the door. 

“I did! I told you Woojin suspected something!” You say whisper shouting back, before the room fell into silence, noticing the muttering had also stopped. 

You side-eye Louis in confusion as he just shrugs his shoulders before you walk towards the door, Louis following behind you slowly. 

You grab the handle of the door before twisting it and pulling it open, revealing Woojin, Ryul, and Ohyul, who clearly had their ears pressed against the door before falling forward due to you opening the door unexpectedly. 

“Oh shi—" Woojin says before catching himself from falling forward. You almost laughed until you noticed how suspiciously Ohyul was looking at you two, including Ryul. 

“What were you two doing?” Ohyul says squinting his eyes in suspicion as you and Louis just stood as still as a statue next to each other. 

“Nothing!” You both immediately say in sync, side-eyeing Louis, once you realize how obvious you both made it now. 

You hear Ryul chuckle before pointing back and forth between you two. “Really? You two? I knew it!” He says excitedly, now pointing at Ohyul, “You owe me 20 dollars," he says smirking. 

You look at them before scoffing, "We're not together! And you betted on us?!” You say in disbelief, looking mainly at Ryul. 

"You're still trying to deny it? Clearly that hoodie is way too big on you, and Louis makes it so obvious in practice by the way he’s always staring at you," Woojin says, clearly not done talking, since he points towards Louis's lips. 

“And I know for a fact Louis doesn't wear lip gloss." He says before cackling into a laugh as Ryul immediately starts laughing after realizing and hearing Ohyul chuckle. 

Louis immediately touches his lips, feeling the texture of a silky coat of lip gloss on his lips. "Bro, why did you have to point it out!” Louis says, as you were able to tell, how embarrassed he was by the way he sounded. 

You sigh, “Okay! Okay! I and Louis are a thing… or whatever you want to call it, but can you quit making fun of us?! Well… Louis?” You say since they were still laughing at Louis. 

Ohyul looks back and forth between you two, acknowledging you both with his hands on either side of his hips. 

“I mean… I can't lie, I kinda saw this coming," Ohyul says, touching the back of his neck, looking down, before looking back at you two. "Jesus, I'm not going to kill you two," he says laughing, noticing how tense and still you both were standing. 

“Just—don't do anything weird…in front of me," Ohyul says as your mouth immediately opens to protest.

"Weird? What—what do you mean, weird? What do you possibly think we will do?!” you say, feeling your ears turning red, as Ohyul was already walking away, secretly laughing at your reaction.

Reblogging is appreciated!!

[lngshotty]

⌗ kwon ohyul - boyfriend headcanons

summary; what’s it like to date ohyul

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- ohyul is the type of bf to notice the small things. simple things like when you changed your usual hairstyle for the day, when you get new nails, or even if you seem just a teeny bit off that day. he won’t loudly announce it but his small gestures make it clear that he notices you and that he cares

- ohyul is the type of bf to send random ‘i’m thinking about you’ texts. (if he saved your number.. maybe you’re just number 4 who knows lmao) (pls tell me you get it) sometimes he’ll send cute stickers or random gifs, voice notes or a picture of a puppy he saw when he was out on a walk. it could be anything. but more than anything, he always makes sure to send you gm and gn texts. every single day.

- ohyul is the type of bf to tease you all the time (playfully) he likes to joke around with you, definitely has a list of silly nicknames for you, some weirder than other but all very .. let’s say unique lmao. he also likes to poke fun at your little habits, but just because he thinks you’re cute

- ohyul is the type of bf to pull you closer without thinking. it’s instinctive. his arm naturally finds its way around your waist, fingers intertwining with yours, a small hand on your back, holding your sleeve just to feel you. it’s not like he wants to show off, but being near you just feels natural. he doesn’t even realise when he’s doing it, it’s like second nature to him.

- ohyul is the type of bf to learn your patterns. he knows when your silence means you’re upset or hurt. he notices the smallest things like a difference in your breathing or your tone, the way you avoid eye contact etc. and he’ll be there, his response to you comes super fast and natural, he knows what to do and how to handle your emotions like no other

- ohyul is the type of bf to tell you how pretty you look everyday. not because he’s glazing you but he genuinely thinks you look good every single day. and he’ll let you know, because he wants to and simply because he can

- ohyul is the type of bf to sleep better beside you. he can just relax and completely let go off his worries when you’re next to him. his breathing is much slower and evens out more easily, your pressure just feels soft and reassuring. whatever happened that day, the amount of stress or anxiety about deadlines, it all disappears when he has you next to him

- ohyul is the type of bf to remember your fav things. from your go to coffee order to your comfort show and your fav pair of socks (fabric and fitting is important ok), he knows all your likings. he even knows what music you listen to when you’re sad, he likes getting to know things about you and it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together. he’ll still enjoy learning about every small detail that has to do with you

- ohyul is the type of bf to give physical comfort first. like i said, he notices immediately when your mood changes or when you’re feeling a little sad or anxious about something. rather than attacking you with questions and worries, he opens his arms and holds you. words come later, first he wants to make sure that you know he’s there. he’ll hold you as long as you need him to, he doesn’t push you into telling him what’s wrong. he wants you to feel at ease and calmed down first

- ohyul is the type of bf to get shy and flustered when you initiate affection in public. like yes he loves you close, at all times, but whenever it’s your who openly hugs and kisses him when his boys are around, he can’t help the pink flush on his face. he would never push you away or ‘decline’ your love but he’ll definitely hide his face in his hands afterwards

- ohyul is the type of bf to buy you matching things. he won’t go full twin mode and match his whole outfit with yours, but boy does he love subtle ways of showing off that you’re his and he’s yours. matching keychains, phone cases, bracelets etc you name it. he loves it all

- ohyul is the type of bf to have a whole album on his phone with his fav pics of you. he always takes pictures of you, doesn’t matter what you’re doing. he just likes capturing you in your natural state. endless pics of you cooking food, picking out snacks in the store, watching tv. he genuinely thinks you’re the most beautiful person ever so he canmt help himself

- ohyul is the type of bf to get jealous easily but not ‘openly’. you definitely notice the way his jaw tightens, his replies short and sharp, but any other person wouldn’t be able to tell that he’s having an internal crisis. he won’t say anything outright, but you can feel his presence more. also feels a little bit of pride tho, he gets why you get attention or whatever but he just doesn’t like that other people see what’s his yk

- ohyul is the type of bf to fake pout to get your attention. not just pout actually, he goes full sulking if he doesn’t get your attention. whines and over the top sighs, and he’ll even give you the most dramatic looks ever. but he also knows it works every single time so as soon as he got your eyes on him, he drops the act and he’s back to normal (as normal as possible in his own way)

- ohyul is the type of bf to go all out for dates and anniversaries. he loves spoiling you and he takes date nights very seriously. he’s a big believer that memories and effort are way more valuable and important than material gifts. he much rather cook a five course meal for the both of you in the comfort of a candlelight dinner than get you a new purse or earrings. he still buys you gifts ofc but you get the point

- ohyul is the type of bf to tell you he loves you in many ways, not just with his words. he’ll definitely say it out loud every now and then but he shows you in everything he does. little notes left around the house, just-because flowers every now and then, making your fav pasta for you, including you in his plans with the boys. he goes out of his way to make sure you feel how much he loves you and how much he wants you around.

mlist ツ

[2xred]

MEDIA NARANJA .ᐟ

synopsis; assigned to tutor louis, a charming but hopeless idol failing spanish class, y/n expects stress — not feelings. but somewhere between after-school lessons and teasing conversations, louis starts becoming a little more than just her student.

tags; reader x kpopidol!louis first kiss teasing fluff wc; 1011

notes; ok i wrote this two days ago when i was having a fever and was severely bored, so bare with me. it’s also only semi-proofread and english is also not my first language so i’m open to recs! media naranja means something like “my better half” in spanish, it’s a cutesy inside joke between me and my best friend (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

it was cliché.

he was as busy as it could get, a kpop idol. popular too.

she was your typical school girl, excelling though. popular but unknown at the same time.

and so, she got assigned to tutor him.

he was late.

and somehow, she wasn’t even surprised.

the classroom door opened with a slow creak before louis finally walked in, looking like he had just escaped a schedule that lasted three days too long. hair slightly messy, hoodie half-zipped, expression far too relaxed for someone who’s known to outdo everyone when it comes to languages but still fails high school spanish class.

he dropped into the seat across from her like the chair belonged to him.

didn’t even ask.

she didn’t look up right away.

just flipped a page in her notes.

“you’re late,” she said calmly.

“i know,” he replied, like it was irrelevant information.

a pause.

then he leaned back slightly, watching her instead of the papers.

“you know,” he said, voice easy, “at this point you could just do it for me. i could pay you.”

she finally lifted her gaze.

“you know, at this point you could also just try not failing.” she replies in a mocking tone.

he blinked once,

then smiled a little, like that was funnier than it should’ve been.

“harsh.”

another pause settled between them.

not uncomfortable… familiar too quickly.

he tapped his pen lightly against the desk.

looked at the worksheet like it had personally offended him.

“it’s not even that hard,” she added, softer now. “you just don’t try.”

he glanced up at that.

and instead of arguing, like he usually did, he just watched her for a second longer than necessary.

like he was trying to figure something out.

after that, tutoring became routine.

tuesdays and thursdays after class.

sometimes in empty classrooms.

sometimes in the library when teachers kicked them out for arguing too loudly over verb conjugation.

occasionally over text when louis conveniently “forgot” assignments five minutes before midnight, claiming he was too busy with his idol duties.

most of his messages looked like this:

💬 how do you say “i’m suffering” in spanish

or

💬 if i fail this class i’m blaming you personally btw

and, increasingly:

💬 are you awake

slowly, things changed.

he started showing up on time.

well, almost on time.

he stopped trying to copy directly from her notes and started asking actual questions instead.

sometimes stupid ones.

sometimes surprisingly thoughtful ones.

“why does spanish sound nicer when you say it?”

“because i pronounce things correctly.”

“okay wow.”

there were small things she noticed too.

like how he always brought two drinks without asking what she wanted because he’d already memorized her order.

or how he started saving the seat beside him before she arrived.

or how he looked for her first whenever he walked into a room.

like seeing her there made the rest of the day easier somehow.

one afternoon, rain tapped softly against the classroom windows while louis rested his head dramatically against the desk.

“i’m never understanding this language,” he mumbled.

she glanced over her notes.

“you’re being dramatic again.”

“no bro i’m serious.”

“you literally got an eighty-two on your last quiz.”

he lifted his head slightly.

“only because you explained it.”

“that’s the point of tutoring.”

“no,” he said quietly, still looking away. “i think that’s just you.”

her fingers paused briefly against the page.

now looking at her: “everything makes more sense when you’re around.”

silence settled between them for a moment. comfortable silence. dangerous in a way neither of them wanted to acknowledge yet.

then he smiled suddenly. teasing.

“that sounded smoother in my head.”

she laughed before she could stop herself.

and louis looked unfairly pleased about being the reason.

weeks passed like that.

like they had slipped into each other’s lives without realizing it.

by the time finals approached, louis barely complained about spanish anymore.

their last tutoring session ended later than usual. the school hallways were quiet, sunset spilling warm orange light across the desks.

louis sat beside her this time instead of across from her, one arm lazily resting against the back of her chair while she packed her things.

“so,” he said, “does this mean you’re abandoning me now?”

she zipped her bag closed.

“you passed. my job here is done.”

“tragic.”

she rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.

he noticed immediately.

for a moment, neither of them moved.

then louis spoke again, quieter this time.

“there’s a phrase i learned for you.”

“finally.”

“media naranja.” he said, butchering the pronunciation.

her breath caught slightly at the charming phrase. not because she didn’t know what it meant.

but because he said it.

like it meant something now.

his gaze stayed on her.

“kinda fits, doesn’t it?”

she tilted her head slightly.

“you comparing me to an orange?”

“a meaningful orange.”

that earned a laugh out of her.

and louis looked at her the same way he always did when he managed to make her laugh — like he’d won something.

“you’re ridiculous,” she murmured.

“yeah,” he said easily. “but i’m right.”

the silence afterward felt more awkward than usual somehow.

closer.

his eyes flickered briefly toward her lips before returning to her eyes again.

not subtle at all.

“louis,” she started softly.

“mhm?”

“you’re staring.”

“can you blame me?”

heat rose immediately to her face.

his smile softened at the reaction.

then, slowly, he leaned closer.

just enough to give her time to pull away.

she didn’t.

the kiss felt warm.

gentle,

but nervous and inexperienced.

like something they had both been circling around for weeks without saying it out loud.

when they pulled apart, louis stayed close enough that his forehead brushed lightly against hers.

smiling a little.

“does this mean i officially passed spanish now?”

she laughed quietly. “barely.”

“good enough for me.”

and honestly?

with the way he was looking at her now, soft and fond and entirely too happy with himself

it felt good enough for her too.

[destinysdrafts]

Mine and only mine

Pairing: Kim Ryul x female reader

Summary: Your boyfriend has always been a bit possessive and tonight is no exception...

The restaurant's ambient noise fades the moment Ryul's hand finds the small of your back. It's not aggressive, just his palm, warm through the fabric of your dress, leading you toward the private booth where the rest of Lngshot waits. You know exactly what the night has planned for you.

You've learned to read him in the three months you've been together. The casual possessiveness isn't jealousy, exactly. It's something quieter. A man who knows what he wants and doesn't pretend otherwise.

"Finally," Ohyul calls out, already halfway through his second beer. "We were starting to think you two got lost." Ryul doesn't answer. His hand doesn't leave your back as he slides into the booth, and he pulls you down next to him,not across the table where there's an empty seat, but beside him, close enough that your thigh presses against his. You can feel the lean muscle of his leg, the deliberate way he's positioned himself so you're bracketed between him and the wall.

You suppress a smile. This is new, the way he's been since you made things official. Like he's still surprised you're real, still here.

"You look nice," Louis says, and it's a genuine compliment. He's always been the friendliest of the bunch. But you catch the way Ryul's jaw tightens fractionally. His hand slides from your back to your waist, fingers splaying across the curve of it. Possessive. Claiming.

"She does," Ryul says quietly. There's nothing hostile in his tone, but there's weight underneath it.

The waiter arrives, and conversations stear into the usual chaos of ordering and catching up. You reach for the menu, but Ryul's already holding it open for you, angled so you can both see it. His shoulder brushes yours. He's close enough that you catch the scent of his cologne.

"Get the Tonkstsu" he murmurs, low enough that only you hear. "You like it."

It's not a question. He has already decided. And the thing is, you do like it, but the way he says it, like he owns that knowledge, sends a spark of heat through you that has nothing to do with the restaurant's temperature.

"Maybe I want something else," you say, just to test him. His fingers tighten on your waist. Not painful. Just a reminder. His dark eyes meet yours, and there's something in them that makes your breath catch, amusement,but also something else. "You don't."

By the time the food arrives, the other members have drunk enough that they're louder. Woojin leans across the table to steal a piece of your bread. It's nothing. Just a joke, the kind of thing that happens a thousand times in friend groups. But Ryul's arm comes around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, and his free hand reaches out and gently redirects Woojins hand away from your plate.

"Get your own," he says softly. Almost friendly. But Woojins eyes widen slightly, and he pulls back with a laugh that's a little too loud. "Whoa, calm down Hyung" he says, but he's already moving away, reaching for the bread basket.

You feel heat climb your neck. Ryul doesn't seem bothered by the observation. If anything, he settles deeper into the booth, his arm a weight across your shoulders, his fingers are playing with your hair.

Later, when Ohyul gets up to use the restroom and accidentally brushes your shoulder on his way past, Ryul's hand finds your thigh under the table. His grip is firm, possessive. His thumb traces a slow circle against the inside of your knee, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep you from reacting visibly.

He leans in close, his mouth near your ear. "You're mine," he says quietly. It's not a question. It's not even really a statement it's more of a fact. "Everyone here knows it. You know it." Your breath catches. "Ryul—" "Yeah?" His voice drops lower, rougher. "You want to argue about it?"

You don't. You turn your head slightly, and for a moment your eyes lock with his, and the air between you feels electric. His jaw clenches and his hand on your thigh tightens.

"Behave," you whisper, even though there's nothing in your tone that suggests you actually want him to. Ryul smirks. It's the smirk of a man who knows exactly what he's doing to you, and who's going to keep doing it. "After dinner," he says. "We're leaving early."

When the check comes, he pays without looking at it. When you stand to leave, his hand finds the small of your back again, and he keeps it there all the way to the car, through the parking garage, into the backseat where he pulls you across his lap before the driver even starts the engine.

"You drive me insane," he says into your hair, his arms locked around you. "You know that?" "I'm beginning to notice," you murmur.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, and there's something vulnerable in his expression now, underneath the possessiveness. Something that looks almost like need. "Don't ever think about anyone else," he says. "Not even for a second." "I won't," you say, and you mean it. You reach up and touch his jaw, and he graps your hand,locking both of your hands together,before get kisses your temple. The gesture is so tender it almost hurts, especially after the intensity of the evening.

He pulls you back against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head. "Good girl," he murmurs, and you feel the words vibrate through you, settling somewhere deep and warm.

By the time you get home, you understand something you didn't before. His possessiveness isn't about control, it's about certainty. He needs to know that you're his, that you've chosen him, that no one else gets to have any part of you. And maybe that should bother you, but instead it just makes you want to give him exactly what he needs.

And that is exactly what you do. Later, in the dark of his bedroom, with his hands on you and his voice in your ear, reminding you over and over that you belong to him. And you let him know it, because in that moment, under his touch, it feels like the truest thing in the world.

You are his. Completely. Utterly. Without reservation.

And he's never letting you forget it.

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GUESS WHO'S BACKKKKK.

BABES IT'S BEEN SOO LONG, OMD🥹❤.

I finally finished all of my finals so that means, more updates!!!

I still have to work on the BangChan,Responsibility story, but I think I will be able to update it before June, at least I hope😭❤

I saw soo many videos from Fansign events, how Ryul answers questions about what he would do with his girlfriend and what he would allow. And because he's my bias wrecker, I ofc had to make that into a fanfic😝.

I hope you guys enjoy and stay save!

Love y'all ❤🍀

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next 2 u

ohyul x reader

tags; not proof-read, ohyul tweaking out over his crush, reader had a bad date, the guy wasn't over his ex, reader likes straightforward guys, based off of next 2 u by Ohyul & Louis, really short kinda a scenario, ohyul down bad, ohyul can't focus he misses his girl.

Ohyul looks down at his phone that lay flat against the table. His finger next to the device tapping on the desk in a specific melody. His leg bounced up and down beneath the desk, creating quiet sounds from his shoe.

He was debating whether he should call his manager about his problem, his concern. He was just.. worried. What if this feeling only lasted this week and will be gone by the next? What if really his concern sounded more stupid than he thinks?

Ohyul was on his own in this suffocating room, otherwise known as the studio. The day outside was blue, gloomy as rain hit gently against the window. He was in simple clothes, a black hoodie with some grey sweats and a beanie.

Honestly? Ohyul doesn't know why he came here to the studio. He had a day off. He should be doomscrolling on his bed or out with the team to that taco place that the CEO won't shut up about.

He let out a sigh, scratching the side of his neck gently before playing with the tiny bits of his hair that peaked out of the beanie. What's the worst that could happen if he did tell? Wouldn't it be worse if he didn't?

His finger hovered over the contact before tapping on the call button, already placing the phone on speaker as ringing replied back to him before quickly ending as the manager picked up.

" Mm, Ohyul? " The manager's voice spoke over. " Are you available for a call? " Ohyul asked immediately. His voice was reserved, surprising himself even. " Mm. " The manager hummed over the phone, signalling him to go on.

Ohyul decided to just be straightforward about it, like you always tell him to. You hate it when people beat around the bush, especially men. " Uh.. there's this girl I really like. " He blurted out, a sound of hesitation in his voice, like he didn't believe himself.

The manager hummed back again, a way of telling him to continue on. " I.. can't focus on practice. " He admitted, letting out a small breath mid sentence at how stupid he sounded at that moment. Silence took over the call for maybe around 30 seconds before the manager replied with,

" Huh? "

Ohyul tilted his head at the sight of you sitting down on the curb of a sidewalk, legs stretched out in front of you as you looked down your phone. Your hand moving up to push back your hair behind your ear, revealing your signature thick hoops.

What were you doing there? He walked up to you, taking long strided steps slowly, taking his time. " Y/N. " He said, deep voice quietly echoing in the empty street where the sounds of cars driving near interrupted from time to time.

Your head shot up, the subtle, confused look on your face shifting to one with a soft smile, a small fat forming underneath your eyes. That smile always made him weak.

He took a seat next to you, his legs relaxed, yet they managed to surpass the length of yours despite being stretched out. His hands were in the pockets of his jacket, his head tilted down to you. " What're doin' here? " He questioned lazily, half teasing yet half also serious. Did something happen?

You switched off your phone, placing it flat down on your lap. " I just got back from a date. What about you? Don't you have work? " You asked, eyebrows forming a small mountain as you looked at him with small worry.

" I have a day off. " He answered, since when were you talking with a guy? And why did he not know about this date? " You went on a date? " He questioned this time, voice subtly lowering. He couldn't help it. He just felt jealous.

" Mm, but I don't think I'll go on another one with that guy anymore. " You huff softly, leaning the side of your shoulder against his, your body partially dependent on his weight now. His eyes narrowed subtly before returning back to normal as he composed himself. " Why not? Was he a douche? "

You gave a small nod along with a hum, clearly bummed out. " He was weird. He would beat around the bush instead of telling me stuff directly, and he wasn't even over his ex! " You rambled, clearly annoyed and bothered that you even decided to waste your time.

You suddenly looked up at Ohyul, straightening yourself up as you placed a hand on his shoulder, your other hand with one finger pointed up. " Ah, Ohyul. If you ever want to tell a girl you like her, you have to be straightforward about it, okay? Most girls prefer that anyway. " You said, fully serious as you slowly returned to your previous position of leaning against him.

He let out a small chuckle at the sight of you. Okay, maybe he wasn't that pissed anymore. You definitely cheered up a bit, especially since that guy didn't try too much of a job trying to keep you.

" Well, it's okay. It's only me right next to you anyway. "

Ohyul quickly replayed the moment in his head, a small smirk forming on his lips at the little interaction.

" Wait, so you're saying you've got someone now? " The manager's voice cut through his thoughts. " Yeah, there's this girl I really like. " Ohyul admitted once again, now resting his head against his hand.

" And because of that, you can't focus right now? " The manager said once again, a breath of a chuckle mid sentence spilt, clearly in disbelief. " Honestly, I can't focus.. " Ohyul spoke, the words feeling foreign.

" I'm in the middle of preparing for my debut, and I don't know what to do. "

I don't think ts will get a lot of notes. I rarely see any lngshot stuff on here. Should I do more of other members or Ohyul?

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[kiraoho]

So, apparently Smellerbee was a trans icon this whole time, and I just never noticed.

And I love how Iroh immediately realises his mistake and corrects himself

And how Longshot is non-verbal, yet Smellerbee understands him perfectly! This is clearly a conversation they've had a thousand times, which indicates an unreal amount of trust between these two

I would actually die for them