FaceTime — LNGSHOT.
pairing: lngshot ot4 x reader
genre: fluff.
wc: 0.8k
warnings: none just fluff, soft hours, idol life mentions, excessive cuteness.
authors note ⭑ this was supposed to be short and then i blacked out and suddenly it was 3am and i was emotionally attached. this is very soft, very comfort-coded, and very much written for anyone who just wants to imagine a quiet facetime call that feels safe. ♡
Kwon Ohyul - 권오율
You’re lying on your stomach, one leg bent, scrolling through nothing in particular when your phone buzzes. FaceTime request from Ohyul.
You smile before you even answer it.
When his face fills the screen, he’s lying back against his pillow, hoodie half zipped, hair messy and his phone angled slightly above him.
"There you are." he says, like he was waiting.
"You called me." you reply, teasing.
He shrugs, a lazy little smile playing on his lips. "So what."
You prop your phone up and rest your chin on your hand. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he answers immediately. "Just wanted to see you."
You roll your eyes but you’re smiling. "You’re clingy."
"Oh absolutely," he says, unbothered. "So shawty just hit me with the FaceTime. I think about you every night time."
You laugh, because of course he’d quote his own song like that, completely serious about it too.
"I do." he adds, softer now. "Think about you, I mean."
There’s a pause. Not awkward but comfortable. The kind where you can hear him breathing on the other end.
"You look tired." you say.
"Practice ran late." he replies. "But this helps."
"Me?"
"Yeah, seeing you. Makes my brain calm down."
You shift closer to the screen without realizing it. "You’re so dramatic."
"And you love it."
He watches you for a moment, like he’s memorizing your face. "Promise me something?"
"What?"
"Don’t hang up first."
You smile. "Fine."
"Good," he says, settling in. "Then stay with me until I fall asleep."
Kim Ryul - 김률
Ryul answers FaceTime with his camera already on, phone resting against the desk, his face framed perfectly like he planned it. He’s wearing a plain tee, hair neat, eyes warm when he sees you.
"Hey." he says, voice gentle.
"Hi," you reply, instantly softer.
He tilts his head. "You ate?"
"Yes, mom."
He chuckles. "I’m serious."
"I did." you reassure him. "Did you?"
"Not yet," he admits. "I wanted to talk to you first."
You shake your head. "You’re unbelievable."
He smiles at that. The kind of smile that makes your chest feel warm. "I was thinking, my love…"
You blink. "What?"
He repeats it slower, like he wants you to really hear it. "I was thinking about us. Slowly. Like, not rushing anything."
You sit up a little straighter. Confused. "You’re already my boyfriend, Ryul."
"I know," he says. "I just mean… I like how calm it feels with you."
There’s something steady about him. The way he looks at you like you’re not just exciting, but important.
"You know," he continues, rubbing the back of his neck, "when I think about you again and again… you’re my battery."
"My battery?" you laugh.
He nods, serious. "You recharge me."
That hits harder than you expect. "That’s really cheesy."
"Maybe," he says. "But it’s true."
You watch him for a second, then smile. "You should go eat."
He grins. "After five more minutes."
"Ryul."
"Okay, okay," he laughs. "But don’t hang up. Stay."
You nod. "I’ll stay.'
Jung Woojin - 정우진
Woojin doesn’t answer right away. When he does, the camera is shaky for a second before settling. He’s standing somewhere backstage, lights buzzing overhead.
"Hey!" he says, breathless with a smile.
"Oh are you busy?" you ask.
"No no," he replies immediately. "I'm never too busy for you."
You can hear people talking in the background, but he angles the phone so it’s just him.
"You look pretty today," he says suddenly. "Like always."
You blink. "I’m literally in pajamas."
"So?" he shrugs. "You’re a goddess, babe."
You scoff. "You’re lying to me."
He shakes his head, stepping into a quieter corner. "I’m not." he says, "My voice is literally shaking and everything."
"Now you’re flirting." you accuse.
"I was kinda flirting this whole time.." he grins. Then his smile softens. "You make me nervous, you know."
You raise an eyebrow. "You? On stage all the time?"
"Yeah." he admits. "But in front of you? Losing control."
His voice drops a little, more sincere now. "When I hear your voice, I forget what I was stressed about."
You smile at the screen. "You’re cute when you’re honest."
He laughs, embarrassed. "Please don’t tell the others."
"Too late."
He groans. "I knew it!"
"Go do your thing," you say gently. "I’ll be here."
He looks at you like that matters more than anything. "You promise?"
"I promise, Woojin."
Louis - 임지호
Louis calls late. Later than the others. You’re already half asleep when your phone lights up beside you, the screen too bright in the dark room.
You answer with a sleepy smile. "Hi."
There’s music playing softly on his end, low and familiar. He’s sitting on his bed, phone in one hand, the other resting behind his head like he’s trying to relax but didn’t quite get there on his own.
"Hi. I missed you." he says, plain and honest.
"Louis, you saw me this morning."
"And? Still," he shrugs. “When I miss you so bad, I take my phone out."
You laugh quietly, voice still heavy with sleep. "You’re ridiculous."
"Yeah, with you I am." he says.
He watches you for a second, eyes soft, like he’s just taking you in. Then, almost like an afterthought he says "You’re mine."
Your heart skips. "Louis."
He smiles, a little unsure now. "Too much?"
"Nooo.." you admit. "I mean it's true.."
He nods once. "Good."
There’s a comfortable silence. The kind that doesn’t ask for anything. The music keeps playing, steady in the background.
"Are you sleepy?" he asks.
"Yeah.."
"Please stay on," he says. "I like knowing you’re there. I wanna watch you sleep."
"Creep.."
You shift, curling closer to your pillow, phone pressed near your cheek. "Don’t hang up."
"Don't worry I won’t." he promises, voice low.
The call stays on, music humming softly between you, and Louis doesn’t look away even when your eyes start to close.
And he doesn’t hang up.
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