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just one more match

Louis x reader

Synopsis - Louis insists on teaching you how to play Fortnite, only to spend the entire night destroying you in every match.

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You probably should have known something was wrong the second Louis went completely silent.

He had been sitting beside you on the couch for the past ten minutes, half watching the video playing on your phone and half focused on whatever game he had open on his own. Every few seconds, his elbow bumped against yours as he moved, followed by a quiet apology that did not sound sorry at all. It was a normal evening at the dorm, which meant the living room was slightly too loud, someone had left an empty snack wrapper on the coffee table, and Woojin had been complaining about the same missing charger for nearly twenty minutes.

Then a Fortnite video appeared on your feed.

It was only a short clip of someone winning a match, but Louis immediately leaned closer to see the screen.

“Wait,” he said. “Do you play?”

You looked away from your phone. “Play what?”

Louis stared at you.

You glanced back down at the video. “Oh. No.”

His expression barely changed, but the silence that followed felt strangely serious.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean I don’t play Fortnite.”

“Like, you stopped playing?”

“No. I’ve never played.”

That was when he went silent.

You watched him slowly lock his phone and place it facedown on his lap. Across the room, Ohyul looked up from the kitchen table like he had sensed trouble approaching.

“You’ve never played Fortnite,” Louis repeated.

You shrugged. “I’ve watched people play before.”

“That does not count.”

“I never said it did.”

“How have we known each other this long and you never told me?”

“Why would that come up naturally?”

“It should’ve.”

You laughed, thinking he was joking, but Louis had already stood up. He reached down and held his hand out to you with a determined look on his face.

“Come on.”

You stared at his hand. “Where?”

“I’m teaching you.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

You looked around the room for help, but everyone seemed far more interested in watching this happen than saving you. Woojin had stopped searching for his charger entirely. Ryul was sitting at the table beside Ohyul, already smiling like he knew exactly how the next hour was going to go.

“I was comfortable,” you told Louis.

“You can be comfortable in the gaming room.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“It has chairs.”

“That does not automatically make it comfortable.”

Louis ignored you and grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you up from the couch. You stumbled after him, managing to grab your phone before he led you down the hallway.

“Don’t let him teach you,” Woojin called after you. “He gets mean.”

“I do not get mean,” Louis said without turning around.

“You called me useless yesterday.”

“You landed on the other side of the map.”

“It was an accident.”

“You abandoned the team.”

Louis opened the gaming room door and gestured for you to enter. “See? He refuses to take responsibility.”

The room was dim except for the light coming from the monitors and the small lamp in the corner. There were two chairs in front of the desk, although one was currently covered in a hoodie, tangled headphones, and what looked like three unopened bags of candy. Louis swept everything onto the floor without hesitation.

“Sit.”

“You’re really serious about this.”

“I’m always serious.”

“You laughed for ten minutes because Ryul dropped his food earlier.”

“That was serious too.”

You lowered yourself into the chair while Louis turned on the other monitor. He moved around the room quickly, searching for another controller before finally finding one beneath the desk. He handed it to you, then sat down close enough that the arms of your chairs almost touched.

“Okay,” he said. “First, we need to see what we’re working with.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m going to put you in a game and watch what you do.”

“You’re not going to explain anything first?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to understand your natural instincts.”

“My natural instinct is going to be dying.”

Louis smiled. “Probably.”

You gave him an annoyed look, but he was already signing you into an account. Once the game loaded, he placed the headset over your ears and adjusted the microphone.

“Can you hear me?”

“You’re sitting right beside me.”

“That wasn’t my question.”

“Yes, I can hear you.”

“Good. Now pick somewhere to land.”

You stared at the map as the bus moved across the screen. There were names everywhere, none of which meant anything to you.

“Where?”

“Anywhere.”

“That isn’t helpful.”

“I’m studying your decision-making.”

“You’re just making me do everything myself.”

“Exactly.”

You picked the first place that looked interesting, mostly because you felt pressured by how closely Louis was watching. Your character jumped from the bus, and you immediately started spinning through the air.

Louis pressed his lips together.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing.”

“You’re trying not to laugh.”

“I’m not.”

“You literally are.”

“Move the right stick slower.”

You attempted to follow his directions, but somehow ended up facing the opposite direction. By the time you finally reached the ground, nearly everyone else had already landed.

“Okay,” Louis said. “Find a weapon.”

“How?”

“Go inside.”

You ran toward the nearest building and walked directly into the wall beside the door.

A quiet noise came from Louis.

You turned toward him. “Was that a laugh?”

“No.”

“You’re such a liar.”

“I coughed.”

“You covered your mouth.”

“I’m sick.”

“You were fine thirty seconds ago.”

Louis leaned back in his chair, openly smiling now. “Just open the door.”

You finally made it inside, found a weapon, and spent almost a full minute attempting to pick it up. Louis started giving instructions, but he spoke so quickly that the words blended together.

“Press that. No, the other one. Look down. Down. You’re looking at the ceiling now. Go back. Okay, press square.”

“I don’t know which one is square.”

“It’s the button with a square on it.”

“That tone is unnecessary.”

“What tone?”

“The judgmental one.”

“I’m not judging you.”

“You called Woojin useless.”

“That was different.”

Before you could respond, footsteps came through your headset.

“Someone’s here,” Louis said.

“What do I do?”

“Shoot them.”

“With what?”

“The weapon you just picked up.”

“Which button?”

“Right trigger.”

You panicked, pressed nearly every button except the correct one, and accidentally started crouching in the middle of the room. Another player entered through the door and eliminated you before you even managed to turn around.

The screen changed.

You slowly lowered the controller.

Louis stared at the monitor for two seconds before dropping his head into his hands.

“I told you I was going to die.”

“You crouched at him.”

“I was trying to shoot.”

“You crouched three times.”

“I didn’t know what I was pressing.”

“It looked like you were trying to communicate.”

You hit his arm with the back of your hand. “You’re supposed to be teaching me.”

“I am teaching you.” He lifted his head, laughing as he took the controller. “Lesson one, do not repeatedly crouch in front of someone who is actively trying to eliminate you.”

“That is not a real lesson.”

“It is now.”

The door opened behind you, and Woojin leaned inside.

“She quit yet?”

“No,” you said.

Louis answered at the same time. “Almost.”

“I’m not almost quitting.”

“You’ve played one match.”

“Exactly.”

Woojin stepped into the room and stood behind your chair. “How bad is she?”

Louis glanced at you, clearly considering how honest he should be.

“She has potential.”

“That bad?”

“I walked into a wall once,” you said.

“Twice,” Louis corrected.

“You said you weren’t judging.”

“I’m providing accurate information.”

Woojin stayed to watch the next match. This time, Louis explained the controls before letting you jump from the bus. He showed you how to move, switch weapons, collect items, and use shields. Whenever you forgot something, he reached over and pointed at the button, his hand brushing against yours in the process.

“Keep your thumb here,” he said. “You’re moving it too far away, so then you panic and press everything.”

“I don’t panic.”

“You crouched at someone.”

“Can we stop bringing that up?”

“No.”

The second match lasted longer. You actually found several weapons, managed to open a chest without assistance, and only walked into one additional wall. Louis celebrated every small improvement so dramatically that you could not tell whether he was being supportive or making fun of you.

“You picked up the shield correctly,” he said, clapping once. “Look at you.”

“Stop talking to me like I’m five.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Drink it.”

You pressed the wrong button and dropped the shield onto the floor.

Woojin burst out laughing behind you.

“I hate both of you.”

“You were doing so well,” Louis said, shaking his head.

“Get out,” you told Woojin.

He ignored you and pulled out his phone. “Wait, do it again. I want to record it.”

You turned around to glare at him, which caused your character to stand completely still in the middle of the road. Louis noticed someone approaching before you did.

“Move,” he said.

“I’m trying to get him to leave.”

“You can do that after. Move.”

“I’m moving.”

“You are not moving.”

The other player fired, and Louis immediately grabbed the controller with you. His fingers covered yours as he moved your character behind a wall and switched to a better weapon.

“Shoot,” he told you.

“You’re holding the controller.”

“I’m helping.”

“You’re doing all of it.”

“I’m keeping you alive.”

The other player came around the corner. Louis moved your hand toward the trigger, and together you managed to eliminate them.

For a moment, the room went quiet.

Then you gasped. “I got them.”

Louis immediately pulled his hands away from the controller. “You got them.”

“I actually got them.”

“I helped a little.”

“You did almost everything.”

“But you pressed the trigger.”

Woojin looked unimpressed. “That barely counts.”

You grabbed the hoodie from the floor and threw it at him. “Leave.”

He ducked out of the room, laughing as the hoodie hit the door behind him.

You survived for another few minutes before someone eliminated you from a distance. Still, it felt like an improvement. Louis restarted the game before you could even put the controller down.

“Again,” he said.

“I thought you were going to teach me, not trap me in here forever.”

“You need practice.”

“I’ve already played twice.”

“Exactly. You’re basically a professional now.”

Over the next hour, you slowly improved. You learned how to land without spinning uncontrollably, how to organize your weapons, and how to tell the difference between healing items. You still forgot the controls whenever anyone approached, but at least you had stopped crouching.

Every so often, another member appeared in the doorway to check your progress. Ryul brought snacks and stayed long enough to watch you accidentally throw a grenade at your own feet. Ohyul sat on the floor for two full matches, calmly giving you advice that was significantly more helpful than anything Louis had said.

“Wait until they reload,” Ohyul told you. “Then move.”

Louis looked offended. “Why are you helping her?”

“Because you’re just yelling ‘shoot’ over and over.”

“That is helpful.”

“You say it after she’s already been eliminated.”

“I’m building her reaction speed.”

“You’re stressing her out.”

“I am not stressing her out.”

You kept your eyes on the screen. “You’re stressing me out.”

Louis turned toward you. “Seriously?”

“No. I just wanted to humble you.”

Ohyul laughed while Louis narrowed his eyes at you.

“You’re getting brave now.”

“I’ve always been brave.”

“You hid in a bush for four minutes during the last match.”

“It was strategic.”

“You learned that word from me.”

Eventually, everyone else left the room, either because they got bored or because it was getting late. The dorm became quieter, and the bright game sounds filled the silence. You had reached the final ten players for the first time, mostly by avoiding fights and following Louis’s instructions exactly.

“Stay there,” he said, leaning forward in his chair. “Do not move.”

“You always tell me not to stand still.”

“This is different.”

“How?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not an explanation.”

“Just trust me.”

You waited inside a small building while the number of remaining players dropped. Louis was so focused that he barely blinked, his knee bouncing beside yours.

“There,” he said when someone appeared outside. “You can get them.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“You can. Wait until they come closer.”

“What if they see me?”

“They won’t.”

“What if I miss?”

“You probably will, but that’s okay.”

You looked at him. “You’re horrible at encouraging people.”

“Focus.”

The player entered the building. You panicked but managed to aim, firing several times before they could react.

They were eliminated.

Your mouth fell open.

Louis slapped both hands against the desk. “I told you!”

“I did that by myself!”

“You did!”

“I didn’t even crouch!”

“That’s my student.”

You laughed, turning toward him as he held his hand up for a high five. You hit it, but Louis caught your fingers before you could pull away, shaking your hand excitedly.

“You might actually be teachable.”

“That compliment was almost nice.”

“It was very nice.”

“You sound surprised that I’m improving.”

“I’m surprised you survived longer than ten minutes.

You pulled your hand free and pushed his shoulder. “Shut up.”

You finished sixth, which Louis acted like was a major tournament victory. He insisted you were ready to play against him now, even though you immediately told him that sounded unfair.

“It’s not unfair,” he said, opening a private match.

“You’ve played for years.”

“And you’ve had an amazing teacher.”

“You’ve been making fun of me for two hours.”

“That’s part of my method.”

“Your method sucks.”

“You’re sixth-place material now.”

“That isn’t a thing.”

“It is to me.”

Louis adjusted his headset and leaned back, looking far too confident.

“You get a thirty-second head start.”

“That’s it?”

“Fine. Forty.”

“I should get ten minutes.”

“The entire match might not last ten minutes.”

“For me, maybe.”

“At least you’re self-aware.”

The first match lasted less than two minutes.

You had barely found a weapon when Louis appeared behind you and eliminated you before you could turn around.

You slowly removed one side of your headset. “You said you were going to give me a chance.”

“I gave you forty seconds.”

“You hunted me down.”

“That’s how the game works.”

“You knew where I landed.”

“You landed in the most obvious place possible.”

“Rematch.”

Louis smiled. “Already?”

“I wasn’t ready.”

“You said you were.”

“I changed my mind.”

The second match lasted three minutes.

The third lasted five.

By the fourth, you had started to understand the way Louis played. He always tried to approach from somewhere you could not see him, and he became impatient whenever you hid for too long. You used that against him, waiting inside a building until he finally came searching for you.

The second he walked through the door, you fired.

Louis’s character lost nearly all his health.

He made a noise of genuine panic and immediately built a wall between you.

You froze. “Did I almost get you?”

“No.”

“You screamed!”

“I did not scream.”

“You absolutely screamed!”

“My voice got louder.”

“You panicked.”

“I was surprised.”

You chased him before he could heal, but Louis recovered quickly. He turned around and eliminated you seconds later, then sat back in his chair like nothing had happened.

You stared at the screen.

Louis avoided looking at you.

“You were scared.”

“I won.”

“You were scared of me.”

“I still won.”

“I almost got you.”

“Almost does not count.”

“You built that wall so fast.”

“That is the point of building.”

“You’re embarrassed.”

Louis finally turned toward you, trying to look annoyed, but the corners of his mouth were already lifting.

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“You thought I was about to beat you.”

“For half a second.”

“That means I’m getting good.”

“That means you got lucky.”

You reached for the pillow on the small couch behind you and hit him with it. Louis raised his arms to block the next swing, laughing as he tried to take it from you.

“You’re such a sore loser,” he said.

“I’ve lost every single match.”

“Exactly. You should be used to it by now.”

You hit him again, harder this time.

“Okay, okay.” Louis caught the pillow and held it against his chest. His hair had fallen into his eyes, and he was still smiling. “You did good.”

“That sounded painful for you to admit.”

“It was.”

“You screamed.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“No one else was here, so you can’t prove it.”

“I’m telling everyone tomorrow.”

“I’ll deny it.”

“They’ll believe me.”

“They know you’re a liar.”

“You told me I was sixth-place material.”

“That was before you attacked me with a pillow.”

You tried to grab it back, but Louis held it out of your reach. When you leaned closer, he moved it behind his back, nearly causing you to fall into him.

“Give it back.”

“No. You’re violent.”

“You deserve it.”

“Because I’m better than you?”

“Because you said you were teaching me, then beat me six times.”

“That is teaching.”

“How?”

“You learned that you still have a lot to learn.”

You stared at him for a second before reaching past him for the pillow again. Louis laughed and twisted away, but the chair rolled backward beneath him. He grabbed your arm to keep you both from falling, pulling you closer until your knees bumped against his.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then Louis quietly said, “You still lost.”

You shoved him away so quickly that he nearly rolled into the wall.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do right now.”

He placed the pillow in your lap, still looking far too pleased with himself. “One more match?”

“No.”

“I’ll go easy on you.”

“You said that three matches ago.”

“This time I mean it.”

“No, you don’t.”

Louis reached over and picked up your controller. He held it in front of you, waiting for you to take it.

“One more,” he said. “You almost got me last time.”

“You’ll just beat me again.”

“Probably.”

“That isn’t convincing.”

“But what if you win?”

You looked at the controller, then at the smug expression on his face.

“If I win, you have to tell everyone you screamed.”

“I didn’t scream.”

“Then you shouldn’t be worried.”

Louis considered it before nodding. “Fine. But if I win, you have to admit I’m a good teacher.”

“You’re not.”

“Then beat me.”

You snatched the controller from his hand.

“Start the match.”

Louis turned back toward the screen with a grin.

You still lost, but this time it took him almost fifteen minutes to beat you.

And when you finally went to bed that night, Louis stayed awake playing alone for another hour, practicing the exact move you had nearly eliminated him with.

Thank you !! And ofc!! Sorry it’s late!

Cute kitty! ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎

Louis x reader

Synopsis - in which… Louis swears Hunter loves him the most until you come over and completely ruin his argument.

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Your phone buzzed for what had to be the seventh time that afternoon.

louis 🐈

he learned how to sit

You smiled to yourself before opening the picture. Hunter wasn’t doing anything impressive. He was literally just… sitting in the middle of Louis’s living room, staring up at the camera with huge round eyes.

You replied with a thumbs up.

Not even five minutes later another notification appeared.

louis 🐈

he took a nap

This time it was a close-up of Hunter asleep on the couch with one tiny paw covering his nose.

you

wow. life changing.

Three little dots appeared almost immediately.

louis 🐈

don’t be mean

louis 🐈

come over, I brought hunter to the dorms

louis 🐈

hunter misses u

You laughed quietly to yourself.

you

does hunter miss me or do YOU miss me?

The typing bubble disappeared.

Then came back.

Then disappeared again.

Finally…

louis 🐈

…both

You couldn’t stop smiling.

By the time you made it to Louis’s dorms that evening, the sun was beginning to set. Practice had ended a little earlier than usual, which explained why he’d been blowing up your phone all afternoon. Using the spare key he’d insisted you keep “just in case,” you unlocked the door and stepped inside, slipping your shoes off near the entrance.

“I’m here,” you called.

You barely had time to put your bag down before you heard tiny paws scrambling across the hardwood floor. Hunter rounded the corner so quickly that his back legs slid for a second, but he didn’t seem to care. He raced straight toward you, letting out one loud little meow before weaving himself around your ankles like he’d been waiting by the door all day.

“Oh, hi, baby.”

You immediately crouched down, laughing as you reached out to pet him. Hunter pushed his head into your hand so hard he nearly knocked himself over before dramatically flopping onto his side. His purring filled the quiet apartment almost instantly.

A long, exaggerated sigh came from the kitchen.

“…Seriously?”

You looked up.

Louis stood leaning against the counter with a bottle of water in one hand, his practice clothes swapped for gray sweatpants and a black hoodie that looked at least one size too big. His hair was messy from where he’d clearly run his hands through it a dozen times after showering, and despite the fake annoyance on his face, he looked ridiculously comfortable.

“I’ve been home with him all afternoon,” he said. “Do you know what I got?”

You smiled.

“What?”

“He looked at me.”

Hunter rolled onto his back, exposing his stomach for you.

Louis pointed dramatically.

“And now this?”

You couldn’t help laughing.

“I think he missed me.”

“He saw you four days ago.”

“Exactly.”

“I fed him.”

“Mhm.”

“I cleaned his litter box.”

“Mhm.”

“I bought him food.”

“Mhm.”

“And he ignores me the second you walk through the door.”

Hunter stretched one paw toward your face until you scratched under his chin again.

Louis looked down at him in complete disbelief.

“I’ve created a monster.”

“You created a cat.”

“Same thing.”

You laughed as Hunter climbed into your lap without any hesitation. He circled twice before settling comfortably against you like he’d decided this was where he planned on spending the rest of the evening.

Louis walked over and dropped down beside you on the floor, resting one arm across his bent knee.

“Move.”

Hunter didn’t.

Louis looked at you.

“I said move.”

Hunter blinked once before closing his eyes.

“He doesn’t understand English.”

“He understands disrespect.”

You leaned against Louis’s shoulder, trying not to laugh too hard.

“I think he’s comfortable.”

“He can be comfortable literally anywhere else.”

“You sound jealous.”

“I am jealous.”

“Of your own cat?”

“Yes.”

You smiled.

“I never thought I’d hear you admit that.”

“I’m secure enough to admit when I’ve been replaced.”

“You haven’t been replaced.”

Louis slowly pointed toward Hunter, who had somehow managed to press himself even closer against you.

“He hasn’t looked at me in five minutes.”

“Maybe he just likes cuddling.”

“I cuddle.”

“You squeeze him.”

“I do not.”

“You literally texted me yesterday saying, ‘He looked so cute sleeping that I accidentally woke him up because I hugged him.’”

Louis looked away.

“…That happened once.”

“It happened yesterday.”

“He forgave me.”

Hunter opened one eye to glance at Louis before immediately looking back at you.

Louis threw both hands into the air.

“There! You saw that!”

“I saw a cat blink.”

“No, he judged me.”

“You think your cat judges you?”

“I know he does.”

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.

Louis watched you for a second before the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile too.

“There it is.”

“What?”

“That’s why I wanted you to come over.”

You looked at him.

“You’ve been stressed all week.”

Your smile softened.

Practice had been exhausting lately. Comebacks always meant longer rehearsals, more filming, more interviews, and less sleep. Even over text you’d noticed Louis seemed more drained than usual.

“You didn’t have to make Hunter text me.”

“I absolutely did.”

“You could’ve just said you missed me.”

“I did.”

“You blamed the cat first.”

“I needed backup.”

You laughed quietly before reaching over and lacing your fingers with his.

Louis looked down at your joined hands for a second before squeezing gently.

Hunter chose that exact moment to stretch.

Both of you watched hopefully as the kitten climbed out of your lap.

Louis sat up a little straighter.

“See?” he whispered. “He’s coming to me.”

Hunter walked right past him.

Louis’s smile slowly disappeared.

The kitten disappeared into the hallway before returning a few seconds later with one of his tiny stuffed mice hanging from his mouth.

He walked directly over to you.

Then dropped the toy into your lap.

Louis stared.

“…No.”

You looked between him and Hunter.

“I think he wants to play.”

“I bought that mouse.”

Hunter looked up at you expectantly.

“I literally paid for it.”

You picked the toy up and tossed it gently across the living room.

Hunter took off after it at full speed.

Louis slowly leaned forward until his forehead rested against your shoulder.

“I’m getting bullied in my own apartment.”

You reached up and gently played with the hair at the back of his neck.

“I think you’re being a little dramatic.”

“A little?”

“A lot.”

“I gave him everything.”

“And he gave you emotional damage.”

“…Exactly.”

You laughed again, and Louis couldn’t help smiling when he heard it.

I’m backkk ladiesssss.. one at timeee type shii

i wanna request on bf headcanons with lngshot pls !!

Ofccc soo sorry this took so long🍧

LNGSHOT AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ૮꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ꒱ྀིა

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SYNOPSIS - Lngshot as your bf headcannons!

OHYUL

— bf!ohyul who always finds some excuse to be around you. he’ll swear he only came into the room because he needed his charger, but twenty minutes later he’s still sitting beside you, watching whatever you’re doing and occasionally showing you something on his phone. you eventually look over like, “weren’t you looking for something?” and he pauses before going, “…i found it.” his charger is quite literally still in the other room. he just didn’t want to admit he missed you.

— bf!ohyul who remembers things you don’t even remember telling him. you could point at something in a store and say it’s cute, then completely forget about it. meanwhile, ohyul apparently files that information away somewhere because weeks later he’ll casually hand it to you. when you ask how he even remembered, he’ll look confused. “you told me you liked it?” like obviously he remembered. why wouldn’t he?

— bf!ohyul who loves bothering you when you’re trying to concentrate. suddenly he needs to show you seventeen different things while you’re busy. he’ll sit next to you, poke your arm, say your name just to get you to look at him, then smile when you finally snap, “WHAT?” he thinks your annoyed face is hilarious right up until you threaten to leave. then he’s immediately grabbing your sleeve like, “okay, okay. i’m done.”

— bf!ohyul who notices when something is wrong before you tell him. he won’t immediately start questioning you either. he’ll just stay closer than usual, quietly watching until the two of you are alone. “you’ve been weird all day,” he’ll finally say, and when you insist you’re fine, he gives you that look that basically says yeah, i don’t believe you. he won’t force you to talk, though. he’d rather sit there with you until you’re ready.

RYUL

— bf!ryul who prefers keeping your relationship to yourselves when you’re out. he isn’t completely against affection, he’s just careful about drawing unnecessary attention toward you. except he constantly breaks his own rule without realizing it. his hand will automatically move to your back when you’re walking through somewhere crowded, or he’ll reach for your hand before remembering he supposedly “doesn’t do PDA.” if you point it out, he immediately lets go like, “fine, walk by yourself then.” give him thirty seconds. his hand is back.

— bf!ryul who communicates with you through looks. after dating him long enough, entire conversations can happen from opposite sides of a room. someone says something questionable and your eyes immediately find his. he raises his eyebrows. you bite back a laugh. he shakes his head. somehow you both know exactly what the other is thinking. the other members have caught onto it too. “can you guys stop doing that?” one of them complains. ryul just looks at you again, which obviously makes everything worse.

— bf!ryul who loves having one specific place that belongs to the two of you. maybe it’s a little café, a bench somewhere quiet, or a convenience store you always end up at late in the evening. eventually it becomes routine. whenever either of you has had a particularly exhausting day, there’s barely even a discussion about where you’re going. you just meet there. sometimes you talk for hours, sometimes you barely talk at all. ryul likes that he doesn’t have to entertain you constantly for you to enjoy being around him.

— bf!ryul who pretends he doesn’t get jealous until you catch him. he won’t cause a scene or tell you who you can talk to. instead, he gets noticeably quieter. you’ll be talking to someone and glance over to find him watching from across the room with that expression. later you tease, “were you jealous?” and immediately get, “no.” way too quickly. “ryul.” “i literally wasn’t.” now he’s avoiding eye contact, which tells you everything you needed to know.

WOOJIN

— bf!woojin who could listen to you talk forever. you’ll start telling him a story that should take five minutes and somehow end up giving him every piece of background information imaginable. instead of getting annoyed, he actually follows along. “wait, isn’t that the same friend who did that other thing?” and you just stare at him because that happened like two months ago. “you remembered?” he shrugs. of course he did. if it matters enough for you to tell him, he figures it’s worth remembering.

— bf!woojin who makes sure you get home safely every single time. it doesn’t matter if you’re five minutes away. you’re still getting a text me when you’re home message. if you forget, another message appears shortly afterward. hello??? followed by did you make it? the second you respond, he acts completely normal again. “okay good.” meanwhile he had definitely been checking his phone waiting for you.

— bf!woojin who likes doing absolutely nothing together. not every date needs to involve going somewhere. some of his favorite days with you are the ones where you’re both lying around doing separate things. maybe you’re scrolling through your phone while he listens to music, your legs thrown over his lap without either of you thinking about it. every once in a while one of you shows the other something, you laugh, and then everything goes quiet again. it’s comfortable, and that’s exactly why he likes it.

— bf!woojin who is ridiculously difficult to embarrass until you compliment him seriously. teasing gets you nowhere. he’ll just stare back at you completely unfazed. but tell him something genuinely sweet when he isn’t expecting it and suddenly he doesn’t know where to look. “why are you saying that randomly?” he mumbles, trying to change the subject. unfortunately for him, you’ve already noticed the little smile he’s trying to hide.

LOUIS

— bf!louis who is constantly calling you for absolutely no reason. your phone rings, you answer expecting him to actually need something, and the first thing you hear is, “what are you doing?” nothing. that was the emergency. sometimes he doesn’t even want to talk. he just puts you on speaker while he does whatever he was already doing. if you ask why he called, he goes, “can i not call my own girlfriend?” as if you accused him of a crime.

— bf!louis who annoys you because getting a reaction out of you is apparently his favorite hobby. he steals whatever you’re holding, repeats something you said in the exact same tone, takes terrible pictures of you and threatens to make them his lock screen. “delete that.” “but you look cute.” “louis, i look insane.” “exactly.” eventually you stop responding because you know attention is exactly what he wants. suddenly he’s the offended one. “why are you ignoring me?”

— bf!louis who gets ten times clingier after a long day. he’ll find you, sit down beside you and immediately start telling you everything that happened. you barely need to respond. just an occasional “mhm” is enough while he goes through every tiny detail. eventually the talking slows down and he ends up leaning against you, completely drained. if you point out how quiet he suddenly got, you’ll receive a tired little, “shut up,” but he makes absolutely no effort to move.

— bf!louis who can go from messing with you to being surprisingly sweet without warning. one second you’re arguing because he stole your phone, and five minutes later he’s casually telling you how proud he is of something you did. it catches you off guard every time because he says it so naturally. then he notices you staring at him and immediately ruins it. “why are you looking at me like that?” “you were being cute.” “never mind. give me your phone again.”