LNGSHOT OT4 x 5th member, Female!Reader
ⓘ synopsis. everyday you're grateful to have your own separate room and bathroom—safe from their chaos... wait, WOOJIN HASN'T PACKED YET?
Your LNGSHOT adventures!
⚠︎ includes: profanities (cussing), unorganised boys (yes—woojin, we're looking at you), corny jokes, the use of em dashes, the unsightly existence of a random female member in a bg 🫣 (i got a lil inside joke with @keoncoer [rip, bro deleted their account. one of the best cortis smau accounts i knew])
READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
🗪 MY FIRST LNGSHOT FIC, let's gooo
🗪 yes ik ts unrealistic with the random female member in a bg, but im highkey just doing this for those small moments we wouldn't get otherwise if the reader were in another grp
but like, fanfics don't need to be very realistic n 100% accurate anyway, it's fiction n meant for entertainment purposes only. if u don't like? that's coo, just scroll n move on with ur day
stay fresh, chill, n juicy ^-^
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This post is under the OT4 category!
There's a cosy warmth inside the LNGSHOT dorm. It's early in the morning and you still feel groggy—but the sound of sizzling is music to your ears as the aroma of grilling meat blesses your sense of smell.
You're lounging around in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone and occasionally glancing up to watch Ohyul make breakfast.
"That looks really good." Your eyes stare down the food like a hawk with it's prey.
Your comment causes the corners of his mouth to turn up into a small smile, "Right?"
He picks up a small piece with tongs and blows on it, "Try some."
You're happy—giddily bouncing on the spot as your eyes follow the meat being held closer to your lips. The bouncing comes to a stop when you open your mouth and welcome the explosion of flavour.
You groan with exaggeration, slouching against the kitchen countertop with a roll of your eyes for the dramatics.
"That shi bussin' real good, chef Ohyul. Five out of five stars. Cooked and seasoned to perfection."
The chef of today's breakfast can't hold back the laugh which you pull out of him.
He catches his breath before turning his attention back to cooking, "I should probably start my own restaurant then, huh?"
You shrug your shoulders with a lazy smile, "I mean—I'd support you. I volunteer as the paid food tester and critic." You emphasize on the word 'paid'.
"Paid?" He glances over to you with a look of disbelief painted onto his handsome features, "No way. That would just be robbing me blind and taking advantage of my amazing skills in the kitchen."
Raising your hands up in defence, your playful self doesn't seem to tire. "Hey—work out here's tough man. I'd be the best food critic ever. I'm not scared to tell you if your cooking is shit and you know it."
Ohyul takes a second to think about what you said, his face clearly expressing his moment in thought.
"Wow—you need to think about that?" You scoff in disbelief, feigning hurt.
This seems to break him out of character as he stifles a laugh which dies down to his signature smile—famous for charming all the people who see it.
"I'm kidding—of course. You're the best food critic I know."
You bathe in the praise, acting cocky as you raise a hand to your ear, "Say it again—say it louder."
He rolls his eyes with a smile, not wanting to fuel your ego to more than you can bare. "I guess I'm a good enough chef to have never received a negative review from you."
"Oh, definitely. You'd make a great housewife."
He's taken aback. Turning away from the meat on the stove to stare at you.
You seem lost in your own world now—coincidentally looking around the kitchen environment to busy yourself just when he happens to try and meet your gaze in confrontation.
Ohyul shakes his head at you, but the corners of his mouth remaining tugged up proves that he's not at all upset with your humorous observation.
As you glance around the kitchen, you catch glimpse of Woojin in the lounge area setting up a hand camera to record.
This catches your attention as your feet wander to him, "What're you up to?" Your eyes watch him work the device and it's enough for him to know what you're referring to.
"I'm going to record for a LNGSHOT vlog, you want in?"
It's ridiculous that he feels the need to ask. Something as fun as this? Count yourself in. "Hell yeah, let's go."
The camera starts running.
'Nice start to a video' is what you think to yourself as you watch him start it off.
"Right now, I'm at the accommodation."
Woojin who stands beside you, angles the camera to catch your pretty face in all it's beautiful glory, "Y/N."
"Heyyy!" You wave, beaming the camera a bright smile.
You bite back a laugh at the awkward introduction once the camera leaves your face.
Catching Louis coming out of his room, the two of you meet him on your way to the kitchen, "Louis." Woojin turns the camera to Big Lou before the two of you wander to where Ohyul is—still cooking up a breakfast for the hungry members of LNGSHOT, "Ohyul."
Flipping the camera to look into a dark bedroom where a member is lounging with his phone, you and Woojin peek inside. "Ryul."
You wave at Ryul who's on his phone, he waves back with a casual grin. "You and Woojin recording?"
You nod, "but mainly him because it's his segment." You join him in his room as the mentioned 17 year old busies himself elsewhere.
You nudge Ryul over to shamelessly stare at the contents of his phone—which would be considered a huge invasion of privacy if all the members of LNGSHOT weren't so close and comfortable with one another.
You trust them to let you know if anything you do causes any discomfort. And they trust you just the same.
Boundaries and rules were recently updated a week ago when the leader called everyone to the dining table on a random evening.
"I'm just scrolling on X, checking what's happening now." He explains, but you click your tongue and shake your head at him. There's a high chance he might see shit on there.
"That place is a graveyard for happiness. Infested with unhappy, unemployed, and sad people." You take the phone out of his hands which he allows. He runs a hand over his blonde buzz with an amused smile whilst watching you do your magic.
You switch it to TikTok where the both of you consume educational content—horse hoof cleaning videos.
Only the best education for refined students such as yourselves.
You're plastered to each other—cheek to cheek—whilst being immersed to the fullest, eyes not blinking with jaws hung at the satisfaction the clips bring.
"How did you end up grilling it?"
The LNGSHOT leader glances at Woojin in confusion, "Pardon?"
The camera catches a good angle of the food. "Where did you get it?"
It clicks for Ohyul, "Oh, you mean this meat?"
"No, he means the ceiling." You sarcastically chime in as you walk pass. This earns a side eye from Ohyul and a grin from Woojin.
"I got it from my only friend. It was a gift."
"Oh really?" Woojin asks in the background as Ohyul continues,
"My friend gave it to me and said I should share it with the members."
The teenager eyes the food, "You have a friend?"
You—who was searching the fridge with Louis pitches in, "Shocker."
Ohyul throws another side eye at you and doesn't forget to shoot one at Woojin too. You shrug your shoulders with a smile of signature mischief, "Sorry. You leave open so many opportunities—I just had to take them."
"You're lucky I like you."
The members crowd Ohyul in the kitchen, Woojin continues recording. "Can I have a bite?"
He patiently waits before finally receiving a bite sized taste of happiness.
You watch this interaction and open your mouth too, waiting expectantly. There's no need for words. You're connected enough to communicate telepathically.
Ohyul sees you open your mouth and smiles, "Hey—this is your second one already." Against what he says, he blows on the most tender piece anyway before carefully feeding it to you.
Once alone, Ohyul tries a bite to see for himself what the all the hype is about. The taste has him—quite literally—bouncing around. "Woah. This is so delicious."
He understands the hype now.
Eating at the dining table with a camera propped up, it catches everyone in the frame.
You eat in silence, savouring the flavour in your mouth with every chew. You nod with furrowed brows when the texture and juice are to your satisfaction.
"Who has packed their luggage?"
You correct them, "I finished packing mine yesterday." They applaud you with cheers, "Oooh—Y/N. You're the only one I have hope for in this group."
"Yeah, you'll reach great heights."
"Guys—It's just a packed luggage..."
Whilst Ryul is filming his segment of the vlog, you're watching as Louis picks up the basketball sitting in the corner.
"Ahh." The camera turns to the two of you.
"A basketball at dawn? That's a bit..."
Louis ignores the way his hyung questions his choices and proceeds to show off by spinning the ball on the tip of his middle finger.
"Ohh!" You're impressed as you clap your hands together, lips forming an 'o' shape as you watch the ball.
You picture in your head how it might go if you were to give it a try.
Louis smiles at how easily impressed you seem to be, his ego inflates at your lively reaction, "Cool, right?" To which you respond with an enthusiastic nod.
"Woah, you've got some special skill."
At Ryul's praise, Louis ignores him and only responds by bringing the ball to his chest—putting a stop to the spinning.
"Is it hard to do?" You ask, analysing the ball in Louis' hand.
"It might be a little difficult at the start when you're trying to get the hang of it—but it gets easier." He glances down at the ball before tossing it to you. You instinctively catch it with both hands.
And you do just that. But not quite sure how to start, you can only place the ball on your finger before trying to give it a twirl.
Fail. The basketball rolls on the floor of Ryul's bedroom.
"I mean—you can always stick to music?"
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