Before You Were Mine - Ohyul (LNGSHOT)
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Warnings: Fluff • Ohyul x female!reader! • Embarrassment • Idol/Trainee AU • Established relationship • Teasing • Domestic chaos • Slight Cringe • Not Proofread!!!
Word Count: ~1.8k words
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Moving day with Longshot involved significantly less moving and significantly more chaos than you expected.
You should’ve known better the moment Woojin showed up carrying absolutely nothing except iced coffee for himself.
Now Louis was sitting inside one of the empty cardboard boxes scrolling through his phone like he paid rent there, Ryul was “organizing” snacks by eating them, and Ohyul was currently fighting for his life trying to carry a shelf through the doorway.
“Turn it sideways,” you called out from the kitchen.
“I am turning it sideways,” Ohyul argued back immediately.
“It’s upside down,” Ryul said without even looking up.
Ohyul stopped moving.
“…Oh.”
Louis burst out laughing from inside the box.
You pinched the bridge of your nose.
This apartment wasn’t getting unpacked until next year at this rate.
“Okay,” you sighed, grabbing your keys from the counter. “I’m going back to the old place to grab the last boxes.”
Ohyul looked up instantly. “Want me to come?”
“No. Suffer with them.”
Woojin pointed at you dramatically. “She abandoned you, bro.”
“You haven’t touched a single box,” Ohyul shot back.
“I’m supervising.”
“You’re eating chips.”
“Exactly.”
Your old room felt strange now.
Empty.
Quiet.
The posters were gone. The shelves looked too clean. Even the mirror where you used to practice choreography during trainee days felt unfamiliar without sticky notes and schedules taped around the edges.
You crouched beside your old desk, pulling open the bottom drawer to check for anything left behind.
Old papers.
Practice evaluations.
Expired lip balm.
Then your fingers brushed against a black notebook buried beneath a pile of trainee schedules.
Your stomach dropped instantly.
“No way…”
You slowly pulled it out.
The tiny stickers decorating the corners made recognition hit immediately.
Your trainee journal.
More specifically—
your Ohyul crush journal.
“Oh my god.”
You opened one page cautiously.
Ohyul smiled at me during practice today and I forgot the entire choreography for eight seconds.
You flipped another page.
Why does he smell so good all the time????
Your soul nearly left your body.
“Nope.”
The journal snapped shut immediately.
This thing needed to disappear forever.
Preferably into a fire.
“Whatcha got there?”
You physically jumped.
Woojin stood in the doorway carrying a box under one arm, eyes narrowing the second he noticed the notebook clutched against your chest.
“Nothing.”
“That sounded suspicious.”
“It’s private.”
“That sounded more suspicious.”
Before you could react, Woojin lunged forward and snatched the journal right out of your hands.
“WOOJIN.”
“Oh this is definitely something embarrassing.”
“Give it back right now.”
He dodged you easily, already flipping through pages while you tried grabbing it from him.
Then he suddenly froze.
A slow grin spread across his face.
“Ohhhhh.”
Your stomach dropped.
“No.”
“Oh this is BAD.”
“WOOJIN.”
Unfortunately, Louis walked in at the exact worst moment possible.
“What happened?”
Woojin looked up with pure evil in his eyes.
Then he read aloud dramatically:
“Ohyul fixed my mic pack today and accidentally touched my hand. I think I died.”
Silence.
Then Louis folded in half laughing.
“NO WAY.”
You covered your face instantly.
“Please kill me.”
“Oh she was DOWN HORRENDOUS,” Woojin wheezed.
“STOP READING.”
Too late.
Ryul wandered into the room holding a bag of gummies. “Why are y’all screaming?”
Woojin shoved the journal toward him immediately.
“Read page thirty-two.”
Ryul skimmed a few lines before choking on air.
“Oh my god.”
You were going to move countries.
Actually no.
You were going to move planets.
Ryul started reading dramatically while Louis collapsed against the wall beside him.
“If he sits beside me during evaluations again I might actually pass away.”
Louis screamed.
“THIS IS SO CUTE.”
“It’s not cute,” you argued weakly. “It’s psychological warfare.”
Ryul flipped another page.
Then another.
“Oh my god there are little hearts everywhere.”
“Give me the notebook.”
“No because look at this one—”
He cleared his throat dramatically.
“He wore black today. I need to stay focused.”
The room exploded again.
You lunged for the journal while Woojin physically held you back.
“I hate every single one of you.”
“No you don’t,” Louis laughed.
“Maybe not him.”
You pointed at Ryul specifically.
Ryul ignored you completely and flipped another page.
Then his eyes widened.
“Oh this one’s CRAZY.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
He held the notebook up proudly.
“Future me, if you somehow end up dating Ohyul… don’t mess it up.”
The room went insane.
Louis literally fell into the cardboard box laughing.
Woojin was crying.
And you?
You were seconds away from evaporating from embarrassment.
Right then, the front door opened.
“Babe, where do these bo—”
Your boyfriend stopped mid-sentence.
His eyes moved slowly across the room.
Louis dying inside a box.
Ryul holding your journal.
Woojin trying not to scream.
You looking ready to commit homicide.
“…What happened?”
The silence lasted exactly one second.
Then Woojin pointed aggressively at you.
“She was catastrophically in love with you.”
Your soul ascended.
Ohyul blinked slowly. “What?”
“DON’T TELL HIM.”
Ryul ignored you completely.
“He asked if I ate dinner today. Marriage material honestly.”
Ohyul’s ears immediately turned red.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, horrified.
Louis pointed at him instantly. “LOOK AT HIS FACE.”
“I’m fine,” Ohyul said way too quickly.
“Bro’s blushing.”
“I’m NOT blushing.”
“You literally are.”
Meanwhile, Ryul had no intention of stopping.
“If Ohyul ever likes me back, I’ll literally faint.”
This time even Ohyul laughed.
Actually laughed.
Head lowered, shoulders shaking, smile completely uncontrollable.
And somehow that made everything worse.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“I’m trying not to,” he admitted.
“You failed.”
“Oh absolutely.”
Woojjn grabbed the journal again and kept flipping through pages while you sat there dying quietly.
Every embarrassing trainee memory suddenly came back at once.
The tiny interactions that used to keep you awake at night.
The way you memorized Ohyul’s schedules accidentally.
How one compliment from him could ruin your focus for the entire day.
And apparently you documented ALL OF IT.
“Oh my god,” Louis said suddenly, softer this time. “You really liked him.”
The teasing died down just a little.
You looked away awkwardly. “Yeah.”
The room grew quieter.
Because it wasn’t just a silly crush back then.
You genuinely loved him long before anything happened between you two.
Ryul glanced toward Ohyul curiously.
Then narrowed his eyes.
“…Wait.”
Ohyul immediately looked suspicious.
“No.”
“You liked her back too.”
The room ERUPTED again.
“OH MY GOD.”
“I KNEW IT.”
“BRO WAS WHIPPED.”
Ohyul groaned loudly. “Can you all shut up?”
Louis pointed at him accusingly. “You used to volunteer for extra practice whenever she stayed late.”
“And you kept asking where she was,” Woojin added immediately.
Ryul gasped dramatically. “WAIT. You used to fix your hair every time she entered the room.”
You slowly turned toward Ohyul.
“…You liked me first?”
“No.”
“Yes you did,” all three members answered instantly.
Ohyul buried his face in his hands.
Traitors.
“You guys remember too much.”
“That’s because you were obvious,” Louis said.
“You stared at her during monthly evaluations,” Woojin added.
“And every time she complimented you, you acted weird for hours,” Ryul finished proudly.
Now it was Ohyul’s turn to look embarrassed.
And honestly?
Watching him suffer with you made this slightly better.
Slightly.
Eventually the members wandered back outside to continue “helping,” though the laughing definitely didn’t stop.
Louis pointed at the two of you while leaving.
“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Get out,” you muttered.
The room finally fell quiet once the door closed.
You still refused to look Ohyul in the eyes.
“This is humiliating.”
“A little,” he admitted softly.
“You were never supposed to see that journal.”
“I’m kinda glad I did.”
You peeked at him then.
His expression wasn’t teasing anymore.
It was warm.
Fond.
Like he was looking at every old version of you all at once.
“You really wrote all this?” he asked quietly.
“I was sixteen and dramatic.”
“You’re still dramatic.”
“Not helping.”
He smiled softly before flipping carefully through the pages again.
Not to tease.
Just… reading.
Like the journal mattered.
Then he stopped at the page Ryul read earlier.
Future me, if you somehow end up dating Ohyul… don’t mess it up.
Your face heated instantly again.
“Okay maybe let’s skip that one.”
But Ohyul stayed quiet.
Then he reached for a pen sitting on your old desk.
“What are you doing?”
Without answering, he leaned over the page and wrote something beneath your old entry.
Then he handed the journal back to you.
You didn’t mess it up.I liked you first anyway.
Your chest tightened immediately.
You looked up at him in disbelief.
Ohyul just smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I used to look for your name on attendance sheets,” he admitted quietly.
Your jaw dropped.
“And whenever you missed practice, my mood got bad for the whole day.”
“Why are you saying these things NOW?”
“Because now it’s your turn to suffer.”
You covered your face immediately while he laughed softly.
“No seriously,” he continued gently, pulling your hands away. “You have no idea how nervous I used to get around you.”
“You were terrifying.”
“I was terrified.”
“You were literally an idol trainee.”
“And you were the prettiest person in the building.”
Your brain stopped functioning.
From outside the room:
“EW.”
“THEY’RE FLIRTING NOW.”
“KEEP PACKING.”
You immediately shoved Ohyul away while he burst into laughter again.
“Your members are horrible.”
“Well, they are.”
You rolled your eyes, but your fingers still slipped naturally into his when he held his hand out toward you.
And while he carried your old journal under his arm like something precious.
Maybe trainee-you really didn’t mess it up after all.
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THE END~~
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