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Haven’t wrote in a minute but i’m a hella indecisive person and can’t decide which fic to work on next 😓 Imma link each one when i get on my computer but help me decideeeeeee
What should i work on next?
Bitter Coffee Pt2 (Ryul angst)
No-Clipped Pt4 (Lngshot Crack/wannabe horror??)
I think dispatch was right Pt3 (Ohyul fluff / silliness)
I had s dream where i was like cortis’ manager / went to school w them at the same time, and i needed to schedule a photoshoot for them but legit few hours before the shoot Martin just decided to give himself a full on buzz cut
Like was bro tryna get me fired??? He eneded up having to wear a wig for the shoot 💀
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can someone write a fanfic with cortis where the reader is in the studio with the other boys when they're making the song tnt and then martin and keonho do their harmonization thingy at the end but its just so good that they blow up.
Hiii. I’m the anon from the Ryul/ Juhoon request. I’m so sorry I confused you. My idea was for Ryul to cheat on the reader and once the reader find out she leaves. But Ryul starts yearning for her. You can decide if you want it to be a happy or sad ending. Once again sorry for the confusion!!
Bitter Coffee ⋆.˚☕︎
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Pause ⏸ : Thank you anon for clarifying <3 Love you lots. Also this lowkey felt relieving to write cause tdy is my exes birthday and bro lowkey did cheat on me so i was reliving my experience in a sense 💀💀 Will in deed be a 2 or 3 parter.
Your boyfriend could be so cruel.
At least that's what everyone else said.
You’d gone out with him despite all the warnings from your friends, the rumors whispered about him, even his friends often joked that he could be such a snake.
And yet, despite all the warnings, you’d opened your heart to him, confessing your feelings, and to your surprise, he reciprocated.
Honestly, you’d thought you’d proved everyone wrong.
He was sweet to you, so kind to the point where you truly believed his whole bad boy persona was a facade.
He brought flowers to every date, he scheduled and planned every date, he held you when you cried, cheered you up, showed you off to all his friends.
He was perfect.
The best boyfriend you could've asked for.
That was until he joined a band with his friend group.
They gained fame fast, and it made sense. Their music was good and they had a style and aura that people could only dream of achieving.
You were terrified.
Would he leave you for some other musician? Would he get too famous and simply forget all about you?
However, he soothed your worries each day. Though he would come home late from performing at different concerts and shows, he’d always kiss your forehead upon getting into bed with you, whispering the events of his day to your half-awake self.
Making sure you felt as close as possible at all times.
Ryul was perfect.
And today was the last day of your anniversary week. Your actual anniversary day.
Ever since he’d gotten booked and busy, you’d held a tradition of celebrating your anniversary for a whole week, the last day of the week always the actual anniversary date.
This was so regardless of how busy he was on one day, you still had 5 others to celebrate.
He’d taken time off to be able to spend the entire afternoon and evening with you and you were incredibly excited.
It was already 6pm and you’d just finished cleaning up the house and ordering in food, simply lounging on the couch in anticipation of his arrival.
You knew his meetings and practices could run late, he always complained to you about his ‘manager from hell’. Besides, he said he was having a small meet and greet today so there was a reasonable reason for him to arrive home late, so you weren’t too anxious.
Yet.
8pm had gone and went with no news from Ryul.
Then 9pm.
Then 10pm.
By 11pm you were just worried. It wasn’t because of the time. Regardless of how late he planned on getting home he’d always leave you some sort of message or a call or a text or literally anything.
But not today.
By 12pm you were fighting sleep. You glanced at the dinner that was now probably cold, sighing deeply before getting up to get ready for bed. You’d attempted to call his manager and other band members but the calls went straight to voicemail.
Nerves filled your brain, making it too difficult to sleep.
1am came and you’d finally calmed down enough to drift off lightly when a notification suddenly woke you up.
It was a text from an unknown number.
Typically you’d ignore spam numbers and calls but something pushed you to open this one.
You sat up in bed, hands lifeless on your lap as you stared at the wall across you.
You felt the phone ping, maybe it was the unknown number still texting your phone, but you didn’t care.
You were at a complete loss for words.
Ryul was cheating on you?
The sweet man who’d brought you gifts every day because he said he loved seeing you light up was cheating on you?
There was no mistaking it.
That was his silhouette, his concert and he was in your car.
You couldn’t even bring yourself to cry.
You felt so stupid.
—
As the sun rose, rays slipping through and shining over your eyes, you found yourself awake.
You groaned, twisting to hide under the covers but couldn’t go back to sleep.
With a sigh, you got out of bed, heading to the kitchen to make coffee and a small breakfast.
As you faced the counter, humming a little tune, you felt strong arms wrap around you, pulling you closer.
It was Ryul.
He pressed a kiss to the side of your head before letting his head drop onto your neck.
“Good morning,” you hummed, keeping your eyes focused on the drink you were making.
“Morning baby,” he mumbled.
“You alright?”
You felt him nod against you, “Manager planned an after party and I had a bit too much to drink.” He chuckled.
You let out a breath of amusement, “Guess she isn’t as evil as you say he is huh?”
You could feel him smile into your neck.
“Who’d you go with?” You asked, turning to face him as you sipped the hot drink.
He tilted his head, hands on your hips as he thought, “Manager Yerin, Louis, Woojin, Ohyul, the usual.” He eyed your coffee, “It was a pretty small party,”
Small?
“How come you didn’t call? I was getting worried,” you asked, looking into his eyes. For a moment, you thought he would carry on, act naturally, smile and give a great excuse, do literally anything to make you believe that you truly weren’t gullible and that he was just a great actor.
But he didn’t.
You could feel his body tense, eyes glancing around as though the kitchen would somehow give him an excuse.
“Phone was dead,” he decided.
His phone was not dead. Your boyfriend carried a power bank with him everywhere and hated when his phone was slightly under 50%.
He was so obvious about it and it just confirmed your suspicions more.
You were an idiot.
“Really? How come you didn’t use another phone babe? You know how much I hate having to worry about you–”
“I’m sorry baby,” he interrupted, like he wanted to change the subject to anything other than his whereabouts from the night before. “We have a lot to do today though, gotta make up for our anniversary.” he smiled.
You smiled as well, eyes all shiny, “What anniversary?” you asked, as though genuinely confused.
“Babe what?” Ryul chuckled, using his hands to gently cup your face. “Our anniversary as a couple,” he dragged, full under the belief that you were just teasing him or a bit annoyed at him for being out so late yesterday.
Your eyes widened, as though suddenly remembering, “Ohhhhhhh your anniversary with your girlfriendddddd,”
He nodded, a smile on his face, “yesssss”
You giggled, stepping out of his hold.
“So where is she?”
Ryul paused, hands falling to his sides, “Baby what’s going on–”
“You probably shouldn’t call me that, I don’t think she’d like it,” You interrupted.
“Who?”
“Your girlfriend.” You responded, as though it was obvious.
“Y/n you’re my girlfriend.” He said, though it came out as more of a question.
“Are you sure about that?”
“What–”
“Ryul, are you sure I'm the only girlfriend you have?”
Silence spread through the kitchen.
You put your cup of coffee down on the counter.
It was black and bitter.
“Y/n…”
“I got a really interesting text last night you know,” you started, pulling your phone out of your pocket and opening the chats between you and the unknown number.
“Baby it’s not what you think it is,” his voice was shaky.
“Hm? What do you mean?” The screen was still turned towards you, he couldn’t see anything.
“It was just one time. Once last year, when I went on that stupid tour across the country.” He rushed to explain, believing that if he’d confessed first, you’d be more likely to forgive him. Seeing your empty gaze, he hurried out. “We swore to never do anything like that again, that's why Yerin’s so mean to me all the time, because she’s mad and jealous but I swear we never did anything again.”
This was new information.
Him and Yerin, his manager Yerin, had done something last summer that he’d been keeping secret from you the whole year.
That was one part of your puzzle randomly solved.
You’d always wondered why the woman seemed to hate you so much. Now you had an answer, she wanted your boyfriend.
However, you only seemed to deflate more with the information, causing Ryul to panic even more.
“Okay, I lied. I cut her off last month but I swear that’s the truth.”
You swallowed hard, he’d been cheating on you with his manager.
Correction, he’d been obviously cheating on you with his manager for the whole year. You were blind then but you could see the signs now.
She always hated you, always picked fights with him which you were going to assume was just their way of flirting while keeping the other bandmates in the dark, she was always getting him to come to stupid one on one meetings.
You let out an empty laugh, lifelessly handing your phone over to him so he could see what you’d gotten sent. Pictures of him out the night before, kissing some random girl in your car and then another one when at the very big party.
His heart dropped into his stomach once he realized he’d just confessed to something entirely different and way worse than what you’d known.
“Get out of my house Ryul,” you sighed, shaking your head in exhaustion.
He immediately dropped to his knees, clutching your pants to keep you from moving as he begged, “No no no baby please– t-this isn’t what it looks like I swear! I was drunk and–”
“Were you drunk when you were cheating on me with your manager?”
He stayed silent, though you could hear him repeatedly whispering apologies over and over.
“Get your things and get out.” You warned again.
He got up, begging you, ignoring your pleas, trying to hold you and keep you close and you’d had enough.
You slapped him.
The sound rang out through the empty room.
“Get your fucking things, and leave my house Ryul.”
You left him in the kitchen, grabbing your keys and driving off.
You weren’t sure where to yet, but you prayed that once you got back, he’d be gone.
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IN SUMMARY : Can Louis, Y/n, Ryul, AND Woojin escape the Backrooms? Ft ILLIT
Pause ⏸ : Guys the lock in session I had for this was crazy. I wanted to make it much longer but decided not to cause its lowkey 12:28 am rn lmaoooo. I need sleep. Hope Y'all love thisssssss <3 Not proofread.... If you get pinged / r in my taglist its cause u showed interest in this lmao. If u want out js lemme know ;P
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“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit” Louis seethed as he watched his friends disappear before his eyes.
He didn’t stop running, more afraid now than before. It didn’t help that he could hear the heavy steps of something chasing him.
“Of course the one who knows absolutely nothing gets left on his own,” he groaned. He was running out of energy fast.
Suddenly, he felt goosebumps all over his neck, as though sending him a warning. He squinted into the dark forest, eyes adjusting before taking notice of a small murky pond.
“Oh my fucking–” he gasped, noticing the entity lurking under the waters. A human eye connected to some limbs, swimming around.
He spared a brief glance behind him, a horrendous idea. The entity chasing him seemed to be an evolved version of the one in the water, chasing him on eight limbs like a spider.
He whipped his head forward, he was nearing the pond rapidly and needed to think.
He wouldn’t take any chance running through it but he might miss the jump.
Suddenly, the strider behind him reached out in an attempt to grab at him, fortunately for Louis, it barely missed. However, this only sent him into a deeper spiral. Tears pricked at his eyes as he screamed, no longer caring about attracting more entities.
He was gonna die anyway.
“BRO I SWEAR, IF YOU COME OUT ONE MORE TIME I’M GONNA FIGHT YOU.” He threatened the entity.
At the sound of his loud voice, more of those eyeball looking things and other disturbing creatures he couldn’t describe came out of hiding.
He looked ahead at the pond before him, making up his mind.
With all his might, he leaped forward, briefly making eye contact with the eyeball in the water and giving it the middle finger.
As he landed, his feet didn’t hit the grass on the other side.
It instead hit cement, his head slamming some wall and immediately knocking him out.
-- Woojin Texting --
“Bro won’t know what hit him,” Woojin grinned to himself as he skipped through the street.
Fortunately close enough to Louis’ place, so his parents didn’t mind him leaving the house so late.
He pulled up the life360 app on his phone, checking out Ryul’s last location. Supposedly, his friend had been a few houses down from Louis’
He walked over to the specific spot, looking around but not seeing anyone. He shrugged, assuming the app was lagging and Ryul had already met up with Y/n and Louis.
As he walked in the direction of the house, he felt something crush under his foot.
A wallet was on the floor.
He stared at it, kicking it open slightly but not touching it just in case it had been contaminated or something.
As it unfolded, a shocked gasp left his lips.
It was Ryul’s wallet. A photo of the 6 of them in the front.
He immediately crouched down to pick it up, but as he stood, he lost his balance completely, accidentally falling forward into the gravel.
His eyes squeezed shut as he scraped over the ground lightly. “Ow.” he mumbled, eyes opening slowly before widening in confusion.
He was not in the neighbourhood anymore.
He wasn’t even sure if he was in Korea anymore.
It was supposed to be late at night, almost 3 am.
But now the sun shone brightly in the sky, people were walking around in interesting outfits, everyone looking busy as though they had places to be.
“What the hell…” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes, anxiety creeping up on him. How was it that it was suddenly morning and he was not where close to home?
He felt his breath shortening, was he gonna have a panic attack?
“Excuse me?” someone called out to him.
He wearily glanced over. It was an old lady.
“You seem lost dearie,” she spoke to him softly, as though calming a nervous dog. He nodded quickly, unable to get the words out of his throat. “This your first time?”
He shakily stood up, “F-first time where?”
The woman’s eyes glazed over, she looked at him with pity.
Woojin, immediately noticing the expression, began to feel worse. Why had she felt so bad for him? “Where am I? How do I go home?” His voice quivered. He already had a feeling he knew what her answer was.
“You can’t return sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
—
The old lady led him to an office building, ensuring him they would explain his situation better than he could.
Once they got there, he thanked her profusely before entering the building.
It was quite full once he entered, some people as confused and lost as he were, or even worse, while others looked as though they were fully aware of what was coming up next.
He queued up in a line and looked, trying to calm his nerves. His hands were squeezed tight and he suddenly remembered Ryul’s wallet.
Had Ryul also–
“Name, date of birth and last known location?” A monotone voice interrupted his thought.
He had reached the front of the line, speaking to a very bored looking receptionist.
“Jung Woojin, March 8th 2008, and umm.. Seoul?”
The man nodded, writing it all down onto his computer. He then asked Woojin to pose for a photo, quickly taking it then returning back to his files. He then turned, grabbing documents he’d just printed behind him.
He put them into a folder before sliding them over to Woojin.
“This is your identity card as well as documentation of your arrival. You’ll be contacted in three business days by our Temporary Residency Office. If you’re in need of a cellular device, I’ll direct you to the nearest electronic office. Questions?”
“I have a phone,” he mumbled, pulling his samsung out of his pocket. The man shook his head, as he looked over it.
“That won’t work here. You need to be connected to our grid. Right now all you can do with that is take photos and access offline applications.”
Woojin nodded, putting the phone back in his pocket. “Where exactly am I?” He asked.
“The Capital.”
“Where is the Capital?”
“Level 11”
Woojin sighed in frustration, “What does that even mean–”
“You’re in the backrooms.” The receptionist said flatly. While he did feel bad for the young boy, he had many many more new comers to register and couldn’t afford to waste time.
Woojin nodded slowly.
The receptionist gave him an address for the best place to get his cell phone connected and sent him on his way.
As Woojin walked around, he took in his surroundings with a much calmer mind.
“The backrooms huh,” he mumbled, talking off his zip up as the sun beat down on him, leaving him in a tank and basketball shorts.
He busied himself, getting his phone fixed and connected. He immediately tried to reach his friends but the shop keeper warned, attempting to reach anyone in the front rooms would be futile.
He thanked the man, walking around and wasting time. He could've gone to the temporary housing address he’d been given but he wasn’t ready to be alone in a house with his thoughts.
What he needed was food.
Fortunately, he seemed to have walked into food central.
Convenience stores and restaurants were lined up on both sides of the street. People eating outside with smiles on their faces as they spoke with friends.
He smiled a bit, grateful that he ended up at a safe level.
He walked into a convenience store, mind made up on buying basic snacks.
As his eyes roamed the shelves, he noted that there seemed to be snacks from all over the planet. His eyes fell on a pack of noodles, the last one of its kind on the shelf.
He reached over only for his hand to intercept someone else's.
“Hey, do you mind if I grab this?”
Woojin looked over.
A girl in white jorts, a pastel mint green crop top and a shopping cart already full of food eyed him, awaiting a response.
“You already have a cart full of food,” Woojin pointed out.
“This isn’t for me though.”
Woojin raised an eyebrow.
“Moka!” A male voice called from the aisle over, Woojin noted the girl's name.
Moka turned to look behind her, Woojin also focusing on where she had been staring.
A tall boy turned the corner, running a hand through his hair. “What’s taking you so long, the others are waiting…”
Woojin felt his jaw drop as he made eye contact with the boy.
“Hyung…” the boy mumbled as he pointed at him.
— FlashBack!
A group of girls had been wandering the capital main mall.
They’d been planning to renovate their home, looking for furniture and room decor as they wandered.
“Do you think they finally opened a Miniso here?” Wonhee asked the group, eyes looking between her phone and her surroundings.
Iroha, who’d wrapped Yunah into a hug as they walked, nodded her head. “A big shipment arrived a few days ago~”
Wonhee excitedly moved closer to Iroha and they both chatted off, leading the other girls around the store.
“I’m more concerned about groceries,” Moka mumbled, now standing between Yunah and Minju.
She pulled up an online shopping list, holding it out so the other two girls could see. “There’s been a mega decline in caffeine…” she pouted.
Minju laughed at her friend's worry.
The five girls came to a stop at the center of the mall, right in front of the extravagant water fountain.
Yunah smiled as she dictated orders, “Let’s get house essentials first, then after we can go through all the cutesy stores.”
The girls nodded in agreement, all about to disperse when a tall boy had appeared mid air.
The girls paused, not necessarily scared or confused.
The boy jumped straight into the water fountain, legs hitting the cement and head crashing into the stone.
The five girls stood over him, others had seen the commotion but chose not to interfere.
“He’s bleeding you guys….” Moka mumbled in worry.
They’d heard of many people no-clipping in many painful ways, but to have witnessed it themselves was another thing.
“It’s a good thing we have that guest room huh?” Yunah sighed. She looked at Minju, “You have that first aid kit on you?”
Minju nodded immediately, crouching in front of the unconscious boy and cleaning up the wound on his head. It took her a good twenty minutes, enough time for Moka and Iroha to go grab as many essentials for their home as they could.
Looks like they’d have to go shopping on a different day.
With magical strength, all five girls managed to carry the boy to their apartment in the center of the capital. They were fortunate to live so close to the mall so their work was cut out for them.
They dropped him on their guest bed.
“We’re gonna have to get him registered so he can get proper medical attention,” Minju hummed, leaving to call the community hospital.
Yunah and Iroha were preparing dinner and a meal for their newcomer, a popular song in the backrooms, ‘Cherish (MY Love)’ playing in the background.
A few hours had gone by when the girls decided to try and get more information about the boy. Wonhee searched his pockets briefly, finding a phone and powerbank in his pocket and handing them to Moka.
Moka had attempted to unlock the device but couldn’t get in.
He had face ID.
“I can hold his eyes open for you?” Wonhee suggested, dead serious with her odd offer.
Moka tried not to laugh but nodded, not even sure it would work.
Wonhee stood next to the boy, holding his eye lids open as Moka tried her best to align the camera with his face.
Surprisingly it worked.
The two sat on the floor by the bed, opening his texts, thinking thats where most of his information would be held.
“He was texting a girl named y/n last…” Wonhee noted, Moka scrolling up to higher texts in hopes of finding his name. She kept calling him Lou.”
Moka hummed in agreement, opening a different group chat called ‘4sho House’. Upon scrolling higher, they eventually come to find that his name was Louis.
They were just in time as well, Iroha cutely peeking her head into the room. “Lunch is ready,” she sang.
Wonhee stood up and followed Iroha out, wanting to see what the girls had made. Moka was about to place the boy's phone down when he suddenly shot up in shock and confusion.
“Fuck!” He yelled, eyes wide and lost as he rapidly looked around.
“W-where am I?” He breathed heavily. “WHO ARE YOU?!”
At the sudden commotion, the four other girls had run into the room.
Moka had moved to stand at the door frame as Minju and Yunah stood before the other three girls.
“What’s your name?” Yunah asked him, though they knew, they needed to make sure he didn’t get amnesia or something.
“I don’t have to tell you anything.” Louis seethed, for all he knew, they were also human looking entities.
Minju, noting the fear in his eyes, stepped a bit closer, hand up to show she wasn’t dangerous. “Deep Breaths,” she told him.
Louis was hesitant.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” she insisted.
Louis swallowed hard before calming down.
“I’m Louis,” he said quietly.
Moka and Wonhee high fived each other lightly as their snooping was confirmed.
Louis squinted at the girls, still very lost. “Who even are you guys?”
“Well,” Moka said, more relaxed now that the boy wasn’t screaming in her face. “We like to call ourselves ILLIT. But i’m Moka”
“Yunah”
“Minju”
“Wonhee”
“Iroha”
Louis nodded slowly, “And this is still the backrooms?”
They nodded in unison. Louis scoffed, “And Y/n said that the chances of meeting other people were low.”
Wonhee, at the mention of the familiar name, spoke, “Did you come with anyone?”
Louis gasped. That's right… He had absolutely no idea where Ryul and Y/n were. They could be dead for all he knew.
“M-my friends… We were running and then they no clipped and–” his voice broke as he got more frantic, holding his head that he just realized was pounding so hard.
Minju left the room to grab pain killers, Moka left to set the dining table with Wonhee and Iroha. Leaving Yunah and Louis in the room.
“I’m sure they’re fine alright?” She tried to comfort the boy, “But you need to get food in your stomach and medicine in your system first alright?”
Louis nodded and they were off.
—
It had been a good two weeks after their initial meeting and Louis had found himself more comfortable with the girls.
The guest room had officially become his room, sure it was cute and girl but he didn’t mind. Yet.
The girls found it great having a boy in the house, they all treated him as a little brother, considering he was a whole 2 years younger than their youngest girl, Iroha.
He could reach the corners in the house and get rid of spiders, when they went out he was tall and spooky enough to keep unwanted attention away.
The only downside was he practically inhaled all their food all the time.
“LOUIS. THAT'S MY PIZZA.” Wonhee screeched, launching pillows at his head.
He was fortunate enough to have dodged them all, standing behind Iroha for protection, knowing Wonhee wouldn’t attempt to hurt her, even though he was a good one foot taller than her.
“GO BUY YOUR OWN FOOD” Wonhee grumbled, stomping around the house.
Louis laughed but complied.
Moka, who’d heard the noise, had entered the living room. “Convenience store run?”
Louis nodded, Iroha, who was still being used as a shield agreed as well. “We’re almost out of snacks”
With that they were off to their favourite convenience store. Most of the ones in the capitals sold snacks from all over the planet, but some stores sold some more than others.
Wonhee and Iroha had stood by the freezer, picking out ice cream and cold drinks for later, piling them up into Moka’s cart.
Louis wandered the candy aisle, picking out sweets and chocolate and chips and such, also tossing it into Moka’s cart.
“Always making me do the heavy lifting,” she teased playfully. She then turned to Louis, “Louis go to the freezer section and get some kimchi fried rice, Minju’s been craving that for a bit.”
Louis nodded before pausing, not wanting to walk all the way there.
Moka rolled her eyes as she realized his lazy behaviour, laughing as she walked into the aisle herself. After getting the rice, she decided to grab some noodles as well.
Eyes scanning up and down as she moved slowly before finding the one flavour she enjoyed left. She reached out to grab it only to be stopped by someone else's hand.
“Hey, do you mind if I grab this?” she asked, turning to face the person.
It was a boy, blondish hair, a white wife-beater on and some red shorts. He had this anxious look in his eye that reminded her of when the girls first met Louis.
“You already have a cart full of food,” he pointed out.
She flushed with embarrassment, damn her friends. “This isn’t for me though.”
The boy raised an eyebrow.
Suddenly, “Moka!” She heard Louis call out to her, she turned back, expecting him to turn into the aisle.
And right on time, he appeared, running a hand through his hair. “What’s taking you so long, the others are waiting…”
Moka tilted her head in confusion as he looked behind her, at the boy she assumed.
“Hyung…” Louis mumbled as he pointed at him.
Which brings us to the present.
“Louis???” Woojin gasped.
Louis immediately pulled the boy closer, wrapping him up in a hug.
Moka backed up, giving the boys some space. She hadn’t noticed Wonhee and Iroha standing behind her till Iroha spoke, “Who’s that?”
Hiii. Love love love your stories, can you write some angst for Ryul or Juhoon? Maybe something like y/n finds out their partner has been cheating and then she leaves and then he starts yearning, you can decide the ending. Orrr maybe something based on the Lngshot song Never Let Go.
Bless this anon. My second ever request!!!!!!
Now i wanna write this real bad BUT i fear i'm a bit lost... Like was ryul/juhoon the cheater that starts yearning cause they feel bad or did y/n get cheated on by a random...... I'm gonna go with the first option i think................
For those of us who are locked into my backrooms series "No-Cliiped" (i know i only have 2 parts out rn but it honestly is looking like a decently longish project. for noe)
Just wanted everyone to know i'm working on pt 3 rnnnnnnn. I might lowkey make a tag so people can find it easier (or js make a masterlist....) anyways
I'm so proud of myself for coming up w such a brilliant idea (TO MY KNOWLEDGE IT HASN'T BEEN WRITTEN BY ANYONE BUT ME)
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IN SUMMARY : Dispatch releases a statement claiming Kwon Ohyul & Y/n L/n are in a relationship. Absolutely no one believes it. Here's the thing...Kwon Ohyul & L/n Y/n are actually in a relationship.
Pause ⏸ : I feel like my writing style / tone gets inconsistent here. But that might just be because i've reread it so much my brain is in mush or i was js too excited to have em be cute but too lazy to get there yk? Taglist is open!
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It took Jay Park exactly three days to call a meeting.
The conference room consisted of a few people, the most notable being you, Ohyul, your managers, and your CEO, who was currently laughing so hard he was wiping tears from his eyes.
"Of all the people who'd get caught in a dating scandal," he wheezed, "I never thought it'd be you two."
Ohyul rolled his eyes, an annoyed pout settling on his lips.
Though it had been his idea to keep the relationship a secret, he still couldn't understand why nobody believed it.
Sure, his girlfriend was amazing.
She was an incredible singer and an even better producer. She could pull off any concept thrown at her and somehow make it look effortless. She was brilliant, funny, beautiful—
"…Ohyul."
—and she had really pretty eyes.
"…Ohyul."
And a really pretty smile.
"OHYUL."
A sharp pinch landed on his thigh.
"OW!"
He jerked upright, staring at you in betrayal. You stared right back.
"Were you even listening?"
"...Maybe?"
You pointed toward the front of the room. Only then did he notice the presentation already pulled up on the screen.
How long had he been zoning out?
Jay let out another laugh. "Exactly my point."
One of the managers cleared their throat. "As we were saying, we're suggesting the two of you go along with the rumor."
You immediately sat up straighter. Ohyul tried, and failed, to hide his smile.
"We'll release an official statement confirming the relationship. From there, we'll arrange content together; couple vlogs, joint livestreams, behind-the-scenes footage. The works."
You and Ohyul exchanged a quick glance before refocusing on the screen.
"The goal," your manager continued, "is to make the public believe you're actually dating."
…..
"Oh."
"Oh."
Neither of you could exactly argue with that.
Across the table, Jay looked between your expressions and laughed again. "Why do you two look like you're being sentenced to death?"
—
A few hours after the meeting, you and Ohyul had settled into one of the more private practice rooms. You were laid against him, head on his chest, both of you mindlessly scrolling through his phone.
"So…" he started. "Fake dating, huh?"
You could hear the amusement in his voice without even looking up.
"You think you're so funny," you muttered.
"It'll be easy," he smiled into your hair.
You paused, sitting up so you could actually face him. "Ohyul. I love you, but you are terrible at being affectionate on camera."
"I'm not—" He started to argue. You pressed a single finger to his lips. He stopped immediately, eyes dropping to your hand, then back up to your face.
"You know I'm right."
A long pause. Then a sigh so deep it came from his entire body as he slumped back in his chair.
"...So we might be a little fucked."
Fast forward two weeks.
It was a Friday evening and your debut promotions had finally come to an end.
It had been weeks of dancing and performance stages and interviews to boost your group, Catalyst. Not that you weren’t grateful, being able to debut and do the things you loved with your best friends was more than you could ever wish for.
You were just exhausted.
Which is why you’d been looking forward to spending the weekend relaxing with your group members, and hopefully getting in touch with your boyfriend.
However, those plans were quickly disrupted.
“Go wear this,” your manager, Nara, a young woman only a few years older than you, instructed, tossing an outfit over you.
You gasped in surprise at her sudden entrance. To your knowledge, the rest of the girls had gone to bed early and you were the only one left in the living room.
“What the–” you spoke in confusion, pulling the clothes off of your face.
“We’re gonna be filming you and Ohyul tonight.” She informed, sitting down next to you on the couch and opening the schedule on her ipad.
“Isn’t it a bit late?”
“Dates at night are getting more popular online,” she shrugged. “Besides, we have more filming to do this weekend so we chose to get started tonight.”
“Filming? I thought promotion time was overrrrrr” you dragged, head falling back on the couch.
“I meant filming for you and Ohyul,” Nara rolled her eyes before pulling you up. “Now go change. I don’t want us to be late.”
You grumbled but moved, quietly changing in your room so as to not wake up Isol, then heading back out.
Nara led you to a car parked in front of the building and then you were off.
—
You got off at the Han River which was mainly empty.
A first.
There you met the rest of the camera crew and Ohyul.
He’d been sniffling, nose pink, hugging a thin blanket to himself for warmth as he spoke to some staff while waiting for you.
You smiled and looked at your manager as though asking for permission and she nodded you over, more interested in the coffee table.
You happily walked over to your not-so-fake fake boyfriend.
At the sight of you, he immediately brightened up, arms about to open up for a hug before pausing.
“Would it be weird to hug you even though we’re technically supposed to be fake dating?” He asked once you got close enough.
“...We could say it's for practice?”
He seemed to be pleased with the answer, drawing you closer to hug you. You finally allowed yourself to relax in his arms. Though this wasn’t the relaxing weekend you’d planned in your head, you were getting to see your boyfriend regardless.
A win is a win.
“Alright everyone!” One of the directors called out, getting the attention of the whole crew. “We’re here to film a late night picnic date. I know it's late but let's maintain high energy and get this done fast!”
The small crowd cheered in support before dispersing to their specific stations.
Soon enough, you’d been surrounded by a hair and makeup team.
There wasn’t much to change, your braids were put into a loose low bun, and they lightly concealed your eye bags. All to maintain a sleepy, effortless look.
Ohyul had it easy. He was already pink from the slight chill in the air so they just styled his hair a bit to keep it more messy.
You were then miced up and handed a camera by the director.
“We’ll be filming you guys but we also think it's best that you guys film from your perspective as well,” he explained to you both. “Just to give the fans a more personal view of everything alright?”
And with that you were sent off.
It was weird walking around with him knowing so many eyes were on you, expecting you to play up the romance.
It made it incredibly difficult to be affectionate at all.
"How do you think we should start the video?" You mumbled, turning the camera so it recorded you both.
Ohyul ran a hand through his hair. "Well, what kind of couple are we doing?"
"What do you mean what kind?"
"Like what's our thing."
You wanted to argue that you already did have a thing. However, the fans, and the crew were not yet aware of that so you kept your lips sealed.
"Playful?" you offered.
"We're always playful."
"So it'll be easy."
"Or we'll try too hard and people will think we’re being fake."
You looked at him flatly. "You’re actually mental,"
"I'm just—"
"What if we just act normal."
"We are acting normal."
"Then why are we having this conversation?"
He paused. "...Good point."
—
The convenience store was a short walk from the river. You’d both finally agreed to buy snacks first and do more talking once you’d settled by the river.
You were already in the snack aisle before the door had fully closed behind him.
He grabbed a basket without being asked, following you around like a lost puppy.
You reached for shrimp crackers and tossed them in the basket. He added triangle kimbap and tteokbokki without looking at you.
"I don't want tteokbokki." You mumbled, reaching to take it out of the basket.
"It's for me."
"Then hold your own stuff."
"I'm holding the basket."
Your lips parted at his audacity, about to reprimand him when he just walked off with a smirk further down the aisle.
You turned the camera on him, speaking like a narrator.
“Mind you, he can't even handle the spicy tteokbokki. He’s just doing this to spite me," you said quietly.
"I can hear you."
"I know."
With a small laugh, you followed him into the next section of the convenience store, the camera crew following quietly.
Next? Drinks.
He held out a bottle of vitamin water, a knowing smile on his lips
"I don't want thatttttt," you dragged once more. It was like he hated you or something
"It's good for you."
"Get the sprite."
He shook his head in disagreement.
You raised an eyebrow, covering your mic before whispering something to him quickly.
Once you stepped back, he put the vitamin water back and grabbed a bottle of sprite immediately. No argument was given but even the camera could pick up the light flush on his face.
You took it without looking up from the ramyeon you had picked up.
"What flavour is that?" he asked, leaning over your shoulder to get a closer look. You could practically hear the relief in the camera crew's bones as they captured this moment.
"Habanero lime," you held it up closer so he could see it better.
“Sounds gross,”
You nodded in agreement, switching the purple pack for the red 2x spicy buldalk you usually bought.
“Lets go pay?” You confirmed, looking up at him as he ensured you had everything.
“Yea”
—
Outside, the river stretched out ahead. The crew had already set up the blanket and lighting.
The both of you had fully forgotten the camera even existed, fully focusing on the food.
You had corndogs, drinks, noodles, tteokbokki and more snacks scattered on the checkered blanket.
No one spoke for a while and the staff started to wonder how they were going to pull off the fake relationship. Then Nara stepped up, getting your attention.
“Guys, you still have to talk, remember?” she reminded you both.
“We don’t know what to talk about,” you shrugged. Back to square one.
Nara shrugged, “I dunno, how did you first meet? How does the relationship work? Literally anything”
With a sigh, you turned the camera back on, facing it towards you both.
“Hello camera,” you waved, Ohyul doing the same. “Since this is our first public date ever, we thought it would be a good idea to explain how we met,”
Ohyul nodded along some more.
“And Ohyul is gonna do that for us,” you grinned sweetly.
He paused, pointing to himself in surprise. “Me?”
You nodded back rapidly, a mischievous smile on your lips. “Don’t tell me you forgot?”
He playfully glared at you but cleared his throat. "We met as trainees."
It was simple enough. He reached over, setting his food down properly, like he was taking this seriously. His hands settled in his lap.
"Y/n transferred under More Vision maybe a year or so before my debut was even confirmed. We were just... around each other a lot." A small shrug. "Same building, same practice schedules sometimes, and eventually we got close."
You said nothing. Just watched him, your corndog forgotten, chin resting in your hand.
"We were really good friends for a long time." He nodded slowly, finding his footing. "And then it was getting close to debut and we were talking one night and I just—"
He stopped.
Scratched the back of his neck.
You smiled.
The tips of his ears went pink so fast you almost felt bad.
But you couldn’t help the quiet laugh that left you. You loved when he got like this. Shy and embarrassed and pink.
"Something just clicked," he finished quietly.
The crew had gone very still in the way people do when they don't want to break something.
"He's leaving out the part where he did absolutely nothing about it," you pointed out to the ‘viewers’ behind the camera, a grin on your lips.
"I was getting there—" he pouted.
"For a while."
"I was—" a short laugh escaped him and he dropped his head, one hand coming up to cover his face briefly. The blush had fully reached his cheeks now. "Okay. Yeah. I didn't say anything for a bit."
"A bit?" you teased.
He pointed at you, accusingly. "You confessed first."
"I had to." You scoffed.
"So technically," the corner of his mouth pulled up, "you pursued me."
You laughed, the sound swallowed up by the soft noise of the river. "I didn't pursue you. I just got tired of waiting."
He was looking at you now, fully pink, trying very hard not to smile.
"Same thing," he said softly.
—
Filming wrapped not long after. The director was happy, moving through the crew with handshakes and praise until he reached you both.
"Really nice story, you two." He smiled, shaking his head a little. "One take. If I didn't know better I'd have thought it was real."
He laughed as he walked away.
You and Ohyul looked at each other.
Kept very straight faces.
The river filled in the silence where the crew used to be.
When it was just you, you moved closer, tucking yourself against his shoulder. He opened the tteokbokki and held a piece up without asking.
"I didn't think it'd be that hard," he said, amused.
You nodded in agreement as you ate. “It’s like my body refused to be affectionate with so many people watching.”
He smiled, “You do hate pda.”
“You know,” You laughed, sitting up to face him, “you always get so pink telling the story of how we met.”
He rolled his eyes, “Come onnnn,”
“I’m serious,” you dragged, a bright smile on your lips.
“Yea well,” he moved closer, placing his forehead against yours. “You always get this look whenever I tell it.”
You smiled, “I can’t help it. My boyfriend's too pretty for me to not look,”
His head dropped to your neck, unable to hold eye contact with you any longer. He said nothing but peppered light kisses along your neck.
“Now why couldn’t you have been this sweet on camera?” You hummed, pushing him back so he was facing you once more.
“This version of me is for you and you alone.” He insisted.
“Silly boy,” you whispered.
"Sweet girl," he murmured, then closed the space between you.
