Summary: First kiss with Lngshot members.
A/n: Not proofread sorryy, I felt pretty bold on Ohyul’s part 🥹✌️ but I’m not to sure..
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“Ohyul?” You say, walking inside the dark studio that only had a few lights on, with a plastic bag full of snacks in hand. You had texted Ryul earlier asking if Ohyul was with him and the others since he wasn’t replying to your texts, but Ryul only texted back that Ohyul had ended up staying back at the studio.
You hear a muffled sound coming from a room, sounding like a certain song you've been hearing Ohyul humming to lately. You open the door to immediately recognize it was Ohyul sitting down with his back facing you.
You saw how focused he was, gently nodding his head to the beat, holding onto the headphones on his head with one hand.
You walk towards him, tilting your head slightly, with a smile on your face once Ohyul turns to the side more than once, completely surprised as to why you were here.
He immediately takes off the headphones, setting them on his neck, lowering the music that was playing on them, but not pausing it.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” Ohyul says, sounding surprised, as he stands up immediately from the chair he was sitting on.
“I came to see you, duh.” You say, smiling, then holding up the plastic bag that you specifically brought for Ohyul since you practically have to remind him every day to eat since he’s so focused working on new mixtapes.
“I brought your favorite snacks," you say, raising your eyebrows with a bright smile on your face as Ohyul looks at the bag, then at you in awe.
Instead of Ohyul saying something, he embraces you in a tight hug, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on top of yours. You hugged him back, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
You were enjoying the moment until a few minutes had passed and you could feel Ohyul practically hugging you tighter by the minute. You loved long hugs from Ohyul, but you could tell something was up.
“Ohyul, are you okay?” You muttered quietly, slowly pulling away from the hug to look at him. He softly smiles, avoiding your eyes and looking down at the floor instead, with his hands on your waist still.
“Are you sure?” You ask him, raising your hand to grab his chin, slightly lifting him by his chin for him to look at you.
You hear Ohyul sigh, finally meeting your eyes. "I've just been really stressed, and I feel like I'm going to end up taking it out on you…” He says.
“Baby, even if you took it out on me, I wouldn't care. If it helps you distress… then go for it!” You say, smiling.
You hear Ohyul finally chuckle, with a bright smile on his face. Now that you think of it, you haven't really heard Ohyul laugh as much over the past few days.
Suddenly, you see Ohyul getting closer to you, looking at your lips, then feeling Ohyul's lips on yours.
Your lips move in sync with his, his lips feeling soft against yours. You feel Ohyuls' hands go down to your lower hips, keeping them there.
Ohyul slowly pulled away, smirking at the expression on your face. You couldn’t process what had just happened, but it felt so right.
“What was that for?” You mutter, making eye contact with Ohyul but instantly looking back down, noticing how flustered you really were now.
Ohyul shrugs with that same stupid smirk still plastered on his face. “Helped me de-stress," he simply says, giving you a quick pat on your ass.
“Ryul, if you make a mess on my bed, we're eating in your bed next time," you warn him as you both lie against the headboard with your food in hand.
"Chill, didn't you drop some of your McFlurry on my bed last time?” Ryul remarks with a smirk playing on his lips, noticing how silent you got.
“That was an accident! And you were literally tickling me; it was your fault!” You say in defense, grabbing your laptop to watch Ryul’s favorite show that he put you on to.
“My fault?! You should know how much I like tickling you by now—" Ryul says before you cut him off and slap his hand away, noticing how he was taking some of your fries.
"I'm not putting Naruto on," you warned him, giving him a look before he removed his hand and stood quiet. You smirked to yourself before pressing play and laying your head against Ryul’s shoulder.
"You're so bossy." Ryul says with a slight smirk, before grabbing a fry from his own stack and shoving it into his mouth.
You and Ryul had been watching Naruto for who knows how long, as you had finished your fries a while ago. You know you told Ryul earlier that he had his own stack of fries to grab from, which was still on his plate surprisingly?
Ryul was so focused on the show, as you were focused on the show and his fries. You decided maybe if you only grabbed one he wouldn't notice?
You sat up a little before sneaking your hand towards his plate, your focus supposedly being on the laptop playing in front of you.
You were so close before you felt a grip on your wrist. You slowly side-eyed Ryul as he was already looking at you with a smirk. “Don’t you have your own fries?” He says sarcastically with a smirk on his lips.
You sigh, removing your hand from his grip. “Quit being sarcastic; you know I'm a fast eater. And I just want one!” You say, looking at the fries and then back at Ryul.
Suddenly, you see Ryul grab a fry and put it between his lips, holding it with his teeth. “Earn it then." He mumbles, pointing towards the fry against his lips, letting out a laugh at your reaction, shaking his head.
You scoff before pressing your lips against his, biting down on half of the fry that was sticking out earlier, your hands on Ryul's shoulders.
You pull away, chewing on half of the fry you took from Ryul, your attention fully on the laptop playing in front of you. Until you noticed how still and quiet Ryul was.
You turned your head slightly, seeing Ryul just staring at you, the tips of his ears slightly red, his mouth slightly parted with the other half of the fry still between his teeth.
You laughed at how flustered he looked. “Are you okay?” You ask him, taking the opportunity to grab another one of his fries, shoving it in your mouth.
Ryul finally snaps out of it, finally chewing on the small half of the fry, investigating your face in amusement while glancing down at your lips.
“You do realize that was the first time our lips ever touched…right?” Ryul says, pointing towards his lips while looking at yours.
"Yeah, but it's not like we haven't shared water bottles before." You say, tilting your head slightly confused before grabbing another fry from his stack.
Before you could even grab the fry from the stack, you feel Ryul grab you by your chin, just for you to be face-to-face with him, your cheeks slightly turning pink from how close your face was to his.
“Do it again, but longer this time," Ryul says, smirking, looking at your eyes, then at your lips, his hands finding their way to your waist.
You and Woojin had decided to get some snacks from the convenience store, even though it was practically midnight…
“Woojin, you bought like… the whole store!” You say, lifting up the two plastic bags full of junk food, most of it being Woojin's.
“Yeah, but that's why I have you to help me finish them." "Woojin says, turning his head to the side, but you knew him too well already; he only looks away when he rolls his eyes.
You glare at him, looking at the hat he always wears with basically every outfit before smirking to yourself.
"Woojin, could you help me with these?” You ask, pretending to struggle with the two bags, one in each hand.
“Yeah, sure," Woojin says softly, taking the bags from your hand, holding both in one hand, as if he wasn't being sassy to you just a few seconds ago.
"Thanks," you say, looking at his face then at his hat, taking the advantage and yanking it off of his head and running away.
You hear Woojin say something, but you can't hear properly due to your laughter. You turn back to see Woojin running after you, his hair flowing everywhere without his hat on.
“Next time, don't roll your eyes at me!” You say sticking your tongue out at him before you see him pick up his speed, knowing that you were already done for since you were always known as one to be the opposite of athletic.
You feel your waist being grabbed by two arms, instantly stopping you from running, feeling Woojin hold you in his arms as you try to get out of his grip.
“Let go!” You say attempting to sound annoyed, but you just ended up laughing through your sentence.
“You know when it comes to you I roll my eyes on purpose." He says, emphasizing "purpose," taking the advantage, and grabbing his hat out of your grip since you were too busy laughing.
“That doesn't mean you still have to do it?!” You say you feel Woojin let go of his grip on you, and you turn around to face him, Woojin's hands still on your waist but holding onto you firmly.
“I like seeing you get all annoyed though," he says smirking, letting go of your waist, holding his hat up.
You see Woojin lift his hat up over your head, just for him to put it on your head. He carefully places it on your head, looking way too focused on fixing the placement of it on your head.
“If you like it that much, wear it," Woojin says, patting you on your head after fixing the placement of the hat on your head.
“Please, you're the one who wears it every single day. It’s literally a third wheel when we go on dates." You say, hearing Woojin laugh.
“Third wheel?! It's like our child," he says, putting his hands over his chest, pretending to sound affectionate as you just look at him, silence taking over as he realizes you didn't laugh.
"That's kinda… weird?” You say before placing your arms over his shoulder, taking a step closer. "Don't worry though, no one else will ever be able to deal with your kind of weirdness except me.” You say confidently, smiling, seeing Woojin just stare at you.
It wasn’t a typical stare, though, that he always gives you. He was serious this time, staring at you, like he was looking at something so amusing.
You let out a soft chuckle, tilting your head slightly. “What? What's wrong?” You say smiling, though you were more confused than ever.
You see Woojin observe your face, then looking at your lips, but what made you more nervous was that he didn't look away from your lips.
Suddenly, you see Woojin lean forward before feeling his lips on yours, his hands on either side of your waist, one hand still holding the two bags on his wrist, your arms still slung over his shoulders but immediately wrapping around his neck.
The kiss was slow and soft at first, completely forgetting that you and Woojin were still in public, but your focus was only on Woojin right now.
You kissed Woojin back passionately, feeling him squeeze your waist a few times, not really knowing why, but you kind of liked it.
After what felt like a few seconds, but in reality was probably more than five minutes, you pull away from Woojin's lips slowly, looking up at him.
You see his cheeks were flushed, which caused you to let out a little giggle, since seeing Woojin flushed was not something so common.
You quickly glanced around the sidewalk that you and Woojin were on, noticing it was luckily just the two of you, the lights of the streets on, with most lights from buildings being turned off due to it being past midnight.
"You're lucky we're the only ones here; if not, your cheeks would've been ten times more red than they are now," you teased Woojin as he groaned.
“Do you seriously have to bring that up?” He says, instantly grabbing his cheeks, putting his hands over them as you laugh at him.
“Relax, I'm just messing with you. You're pretty cute when you're red." You say, trying to remove his hands from hiding his cheeks, winking at him playfully.
“Stopp” Woojin says, groaning again, investigating your face until he notices your ears. “What about you? Your ears seem pretty red to me." He says, your teasing act instantly dropping, as you cover your ears, realizing now he's the one teasing you.
“Louis, you know we're going to get in trouble because of you, right?” "You say," gesturing to the mess Louis made of flour on the kitchen table.
Louis just shrugs casually, playing with the “dough” that he made for the cookies. “Ohyul always makes a bigger mess when he’s cooking. Plus, I'm gonna clean it up, but only because you're here," he says.
“Is this supposed to be the texture of dough?” Louis says, raising his hands, the supposed “dough” dripping off of his hands.
You almost let out a snort, remembering how confident he was talking earlier, saying that cookies were so easy to make. "Dough's not supposed to be sticky…” you say, grabbing some, the dough immediately sticking onto your fingers.
You sigh, grabbing Louis's hands, taking off the dough that was stuck on his fingers. “How about I take over this part and you just… preheat the oven," you say, not wanting to hurt Louis's feelings, but you'd much rather take over this part.
You were kneading the dough, which seemed like the right consistency for cookies now, while Louis stood next to you, watching you knead the dough, saying he was taking “notes” for next time, but you mainly felt him staring at you instead.
“Could you scratch my nose?” You ask, turning to face him, slightly lifting your head more up. You feel Louis' finger on your nose, gently scratching at the tip of your nose.
You feel Louis stop, but his finger is still on your nose. You looked up at him with a confused expression on your face. “What's wrong?” You say, seeing Louis look down at your lips for a split second before looking up at you.
You pretended not to notice, hearing Louis clear his throat and removing his finger from your nose. “You got flour on your nose." He says, hearing his voice slightly crack, as he focuses on grabbing a wet napkin.
You go back to kneading the dough, focusing on the texture of it before feeling your head being tilted to the right, Louis grabbing you by your chin carefully, his full attention on your nose, wiping it gently with the napkin.
You look at Louis, studying his facial expression, and see how focused he was on cleaning your nose. Now that you think of it, you realize how close your face was to Louis’.
You feel the tips of your ears turn red as Louis slowly stops cleaning your nose, looking up at you, meeting your eyes.
Suddenly, it felt like you both had forgotten about baking, and the way your hands were still on the dough but not kneading.
You see Louis look down at your lips again as you look down at his, looking back up at him, seeing him slowly lean in.
Your lips slowly meet each other before Louis presses his lips against yours.
Your lips move in sync with his, his hand still on your chin, as his other finds its way to your waist.
You both slowly pull away, looking at each other, noticing Louis's cheeks were just as red as yours.
You break the silence with a soft laugh. “I thought we were supposed to be focusing on baking." You say, slightly kneading the dough again, trying to keep your cool.
“Give me another one and then I'll focus back to baking," Louis says, still standing there looking at you, like he’s too stunted to move, hearing his voice that sounds half serious.
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