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I check my phone and see this man. Boy u fine as hell... what u tryna get into? đđ„
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part 2?
A/N: I had so much fun doing this omg
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Louis (lngshot) x Reader f
| Fake Chat!
Content: Pure fluff and humor. love and vibes! âš
đšđ± Why Spanish? I noticed most "imagines" are in English, so I wanted to create something special for the Spanish-speaking community. Everyone deserves to enjoy these stories!
dead from the heat. just wanna go on a date, hold hands, and eat ice cream with ww. đĄïžđ©
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many on here need to be learning this lesson
NCT JNJM : Which one is your best side?
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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 itâs too early
Louis: good morning
Louis always texts like heâs trying to be polite to the universe.
You reply with a single âim awakeâ and thatâs 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.
âYouâre late,â he says, immediately followed by, ânot actually but I wanted to say it.â
You barely get your shoes off before Woojin walks past you holding a bowl of cereal and says, âIf he starts arguing before noon, Iâm blaming you.â
âOh wow,â you say. âGood morning to me too.â
Louis appears from the kitchen with a smile that looks genuinely happy to see you. Not stage happy. Not fan service happy. Just soft.
âYou want coffee?â he asks.
âYes,â you say immediately. âAnd maybe emotional support.â
âOhyul,â Ryul yells, âtheyâre here and theyâre already judging us.â
âOhyul emerges from his room holding his phone and sighs like heâs accepted his fate. âI planned nothing and somehow that feels worse than planning everything.â
The morning turns into one of those unstructured messes that somehow works. Ryul insists on music, Woojin insists itâs too loud, Ohyul insists on opening the windows, and Louis quietly hands you snacks like heâs feeding a stray cat heâs decided to adopt.
At one point Ryul tries to convince everyone to play a game.
âNo,â Woojin says instantly.
âIt builds character,â Ryul argues.
âYou lost the last game and blamed the floor,â Woojin replies.
âThe floor was uneven.â
Louis leans toward you and whispers, âHe does this every time.â
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 heâs describing it. Ohyul calls him out. Woojin fact checks. Louis just watches, occasionally adding a comment that makes everyone pause and then laugh harder.
Itâs easy with him. It always is.
By afternoon, everyoneâs energy dips.
âThis feels like a movie day,â you say.
âOh,â Ryul perks up. âI call picking first.â
âNo,â Ohyul says. âLast time you picked something that gave me a headache.â
âThatâs called art.â
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 doesnât 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.
âThat character makes bad decisions,â he murmurs.
âYou say that about everyone.â
âItâs usually true.â
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 donât even think about it. You just let yourself rest there.
Ryul notices.
He notices everything.
âOh,â he stage whispers. âOh this is happening.â
âDonât be weird,â Ohyul says quietly.
âIâm being observational.â
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 heâs afraid youâll disappear if he breathes wrong.
Ohyul lowers the volume.
âSheâs out,â Ryul whispers, grinning.
âBe normal,â Woojin mutters.
âI am being normal. This is normal joy.â
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 doesnât move for the rest of the movie.
When you wake up, itâs darker. The room is quiet. The movie credits roll silently. Your head is still on Louisâs shoulder.
You blink.
Louis looks down at you immediately.
âHey,â he says softly. âSorry. You fell asleep.â
âDid I drool?â you ask, panic immediate.
âNo,â Ryul says from across the room. âBut I was prepared to take pictures.â
âYouâre terrible,â you say.
âYou love me.â
Woojin stands up. âWeâre ordering food. No arguments.â
Ohyul nods. âIâm not cooking.â
Louis stays where he is. He doesnât rush you up. He doesnât make it awkward. He just smiles.
âYou comfortable?â he asks.
âYeah,â you admit.
âGood.â
Later, when everyoneâs eating and talking over each other, you catch Louis looking at you again. Not in a dramatic way. Just soft. Like today mattered.
And you think yeah. This is the kind of day you remember.
this is so sweet and the flow is just so smooth. writing like this is literally my roman empire. fr.
âïž NOTA IMPORTANTE / DISCLAIMER
âAntes de comenzar la lectura, me gustarĂa establecer algunos puntos para que todos tengamos una experiencia agradable:
âPor respeto a la integridad e imagen de Ohyul, esta historia no contiene ni contendrĂĄ escenas sexuales explĂcitas. La trama se centra en el desarrollo emocional de los personajes, su crecimiento personal y la tensiĂłn propia de su situaciĂłn. Si bien puede haber sugerencias de romance o cercanĂa, todo se mantendrĂĄ dentro de los lĂmites del respeto hacia la persona real.
âLa historia presenta una diferencia de edad de 5 años entre dos adultos legales (20 y 25 años). No existe ninguna temĂĄtica de pedofilia aquĂ; el conflicto principal es el dilema moral de Jane como instructora y la situaciĂłn difĂcil de Ohyul.
âEntiendo que las dinĂĄmicas de autoridad o las diferencias de edad no son para todos. Si este contenido no es de tu agrado, te invito amablemente a no continuar la lectura. La ficciĂłn es un espacio para explorar narrativas complejas; si decides quedarte, espero que disfrutes este viaje de redenciĂłn y arte.â
ââïœĄïŸâïžïœĄâïœĄ ïŸâŸ ïŸïœĄâ ââââââââââââââââââ
Summary: Ohyul no estĂĄ en el internado para ser "salvado". Entre el recuerdo del alcohol de su madre y los puños de su hermano, solo busca silencio. Jane, con sus talleres y su mirada persistente, empieza a ver colores donde Ă©l solo ve gris. ÂżEs ayuda lo que ella ofrece, o es un peligroso interĂ©s que ninguno de los dos deberĂa permitirse?
âPairing: Ohyul x Jane (Lectora)
Genre: Slow Burn, Age Gap (20/25), Hurt/Comfort, Forbidden Romance.
Rating: Mature (por temas)
Length: Multi-chapter / Chapter 1.
Warnings: Entorno familiar abusivo, menciones de alcoholismo y violencia, problemas de conducta.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
ââ âJane sabĂa que cruzar esa lĂnea era el fin de su carrera, pero Ohyul era la Ășnica obra de arte que valĂa la pena rescatar en ese lugar.â
AtracciĂłn Taboo â
El comedor del internado "Progreso Juvenil" olĂa a desinfectante barato y a tensiĂłn acumulada. No era un refugio; era una jaula de oro para aquellos que la sociedad no sabĂa dĂłnde esconder.
Ohyul no buscaba problemas esa tarde, pero los problemas lo seguĂan como una sombra heredada. Cuando uno de los internos mayores mencionĂł a su hermano âel cobrador de deudas que disfrutaba rompiendo costillasâ y se burlĂł de la "sangre de basura" que corrĂa por sus venas, Ohyul no lo pensĂł. El estallido de su puño contra la mandĂbula del otro chico fue el Ășnico lenguaje que su padre y su madre le habĂan enseñado con fluidez.
Diez minutos despuĂ©s, Ohyul estaba sentado en un taburete alto en el taller de artes y oficios, lejos de las celdas de castigo. El director habĂa permitido que Jane, la instructora de talleres extracurriculares, se encargarĂĄ de Ă©l antes de procesar su reporte.
Jane, de 25 años, se movĂa en silencio entre estantes llenos de lienzos y arcilla. Su presencia era un contraste violento con la brusquedad de Ohyul: ella vestĂa un cĂĄrdigan impecable y su cabello caĂa con una suavidad que parecĂa ignorar la fealdad del mundo exterior.
âPodrĂa haberte dejado en la direcciĂłn, Ohyul âdijo ella, acercĂĄndose con un botiquĂn de primeros auxilios. Su voz era tranquila, pero firmeâ. Sabes que una pelea mĂĄs significa la expulsiĂłn y el regreso directo a tu casa.
Ohyul levantĂł la mirada. TenĂa el labio partido y los nudillos rojos, pero sus ojos, profundos y cargados de un rencor antiguo, se clavaron en los de ella con una intensidad que la hizo retroceder un milĂmetro.
âÂżY quĂ© mĂĄs da? âescupiĂł Ă©l, aunque el tono perdiĂł fuerza al sentir el contacto de la mano de Jane en su barbilla.
Ella no usĂł guantes. Sus dedos eran cĂĄlidos y olĂan a pintura al Ăłleo y lavanda. Jane comenzĂł a limpiar la sangre del rostro de Ohyul con una delicadeza que Ă©l no sabĂa cĂłmo procesar. A sus 20 años, Ohyul estaba acostumbrado a que las manos de los adultos fueran para golpear o para apartar; nunca para sanar.
Jane se detuvo, con el algodĂłn suspendido en el aire. Estaba demasiado cerca. Era un hombre, pensĂł ella con un escalofrĂo repentino. Un hombre joven, roto y peligroso, pero un hombre, al fin y al cabo.
âA mĂ me importa âsusurrĂł Jane, rompiendo su propia regla de mantener la distancia profesionalâ. Porque en tus dibujos veo a alguien que quiere salir de aquĂ. No dejes que ellos ganen.
Ohyul sostuvo la respiraciĂłn. En ese taller silencioso, rodeados de arte y sombras, la brecha de cinco años y el muro de sus posiciones sociales parecieron, por un segundo, desaparecer bajo el peso de una atracciĂłn que ambos supieron, en ese instante, que les costarĂa todo.