​ ⋆ tomatobread ☆ﾟ. ─

they are so dear to me. i hope they keep their bond forever. 💚

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫.

part 2?

Louis x reader

Are you asleep?

Genre: fluff

Requested

Summary: your hanging out with Lngshot and end up falling asleep on Louis!

MASTERLIST

Requests are open!!

You should have known something was off the moment Ohyul texted the group chat at 9:12 a.m.

Ohyul: everyone awake

Ryul: that feels threatening

Woojin: legally it’s too early

Louis: good morning

Louis always texts like he’s trying to be polite to the universe.

You reply with a single “im awake” and that’s apparently enough confirmation for Ohyul to announce that today is a hangout day. No schedules. No practice. Just vibes. Which is funny coming from the leader who normally color codes everything.

By the time you get to their place, Ryul opens the door already talking.

“You’re late,” he says, immediately followed by, “not actually but I wanted to say it.”

You barely get your shoes off before Woojin walks past you holding a bowl of cereal and says, “If he starts arguing before noon, I’m blaming you.”

“Oh wow,” you say. “Good morning to me too.”

Louis appears from the kitchen with a smile that looks genuinely happy to see you. Not stage happy. Not fan service happy. Just soft.

“You want coffee?” he asks.

“Yes,” you say immediately. “And maybe emotional support.”

“Ohyul,” Ryul yells, “they’re here and they’re already judging us.”

“Ohyul emerges from his room holding his phone and sighs like he’s accepted his fate. “I planned nothing and somehow that feels worse than planning everything.”

The morning turns into one of those unstructured messes that somehow works. Ryul insists on music, Woojin insists it’s too loud, Ohyul insists on opening the windows, and Louis quietly hands you snacks like he’s feeding a stray cat he’s decided to adopt.

At one point Ryul tries to convince everyone to play a game.

“No,” Woojin says instantly.

“It builds character,” Ryul argues.

“You lost the last game and blamed the floor,” Woojin replies.

“The floor was uneven.”

Louis leans toward you and whispers, “He does this every time.”

You laugh, a real one, and Louis looks like he just won something.

You all end up outside for a bit. Sitting around. Talking about nothing important. Ryul tells a story that definitely did not happen the way he’s describing it. Ohyul calls him out. Woojin fact checks. Louis just watches, occasionally adding a comment that makes everyone pause and then laugh harder.

It’s easy with him. It always is.

By afternoon, everyone’s energy dips.

“This feels like a movie day,” you say.

“Oh,” Ryul perks up. “I call picking first.”

“No,” Ohyul says. “Last time you picked something that gave me a headache.”

“That’s called art.”

The living room becomes chaos. Blankets. Pillows. Snacks everywhere. Woojin sets up the movie and then immediately starts roasting the opening scene.

Louis sits next to you, close enough that your knees brush. He doesn’t move away.

The first movie is loud and dumb and perfect for half watching. Ryul quotes lines before they happen. Ohyul throws popcorn at him. Woojin pretends not to laugh.

Louis keeps leaning over to whisper commentary.

“That character makes bad decisions,” he murmurs.

“You say that about everyone.”

“It’s usually true.”

The second movie is calmer. You notice your body starting to sink into the couch. Your phone sits forgotten next to you. The room is warm in that sleepy way. Voices overlap softly.

At some point, Louis shifts so your shoulder has something solid to lean on. You don’t even think about it. You just let yourself rest there.

Ryul notices.

He notices everything.

“Oh,” he stage whispers. “Oh this is happening.”

“Don’t be weird,” Ohyul says quietly.

“I’m being observational.”

Woojin throws a pillow at Ryul without looking away from the screen.

Your eyes start to close during the third movie. The plot stops making sense. The sound blends into background noise. Louis smells like laundry detergent and something faintly sweet.

You fall asleep without meaning to.

When you do, Louis freezes for exactly one second. Then he relaxes, barely moving, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he breathes wrong.

Ohyul lowers the volume.

“She’s out,” Ryul whispers, grinning.

“Be normal,” Woojin mutters.

“I am being normal. This is normal joy.”

Louis carefully reaches for the blanket Woojin offers him and pulls it over you. His hand lingers for half a second longer than necessary before resting back at his side.

He doesn’t move for the rest of the movie.

When you wake up, it’s darker. The room is quiet. The movie credits roll silently. Your head is still on Louis’s shoulder.

You blink.

Louis looks down at you immediately.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Sorry. You fell asleep.”

“Did I drool?” you ask, panic immediate.

“No,” Ryul says from across the room. “But I was prepared to take pictures.”

“You’re terrible,” you say.

“You love me.”

Woojin stands up. “We’re ordering food. No arguments.”

Ohyul nods. “I’m not cooking.”

Louis stays where he is. He doesn’t rush you up. He doesn’t make it awkward. He just smiles.

“You comfortable?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you admit.

“Good.”

Later, when everyone’s eating and talking over each other, you catch Louis looking at you again. Not in a dramatic way. Just soft. Like today mattered.