#kwon ohyul

오율: if there's a shottie that knows pokemon well

오율: please let me know

oneshot.

synopsis — IN WHICH, Woojin, your boyfriend with a chronic case of ragebaiting you, decides the perfect way to spend a lazy night in is to question the integrity of the Apollo missions. What follows is a Wikipedia fueled apology, and a very soft makeup session that proves he'd drive you insane a thousand times over just to hold you at the end of it.

warnings ; fluff angst ragebaiting

MASTERLIST

I HOPE U SAW THAT CLIP OF OHYULAND WOOJIN HAVING A DISAGREEMENT BC OHYUL TOUCHED THE CHOCOLATE ON THEIR CAKE

anyways that was rlly hot of him arguing like that 🥰 plis try to make a fic similar to it

ᛪ༙ pairing: ohyul x f reader

ᛪ༙ content: angst (or my attempt at one). fluff at the end

ᛪ༙gist: based off a request and ohyul bickering with woojin in that one weverse live over him touching the cake with his hands.

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ requested .

ohyul isn't someone who gets mad easily. he's usually far too composed for that, the kind of person who can be exhausted, or inconvenienced without letting much show. even now, despite the heat pressing through the open windows and the oven making the kitchen unbearable.

he's spent the better part of the afternoon patiently making you a chocolate double-fudge cake from scratch. because he remembered you mentioning wanting to try it once and apparently filed the information away somewhere in that annoyingly attentive brain of his.

you've been watching him work on and off, amused by how seriously he's taking it. his sleeves are pushed up and there's a faint smear of chocolate near his wrist. the finished cake sits proudly on the counter, dark layers covered in glossy frosting and decorated with neat little swirls.

he leans over to inspect the edge of the cake one last time. he looks exhausted, but there's still a quiet satisfaction in his expression.

"hold on," he murmurs, reaching toward the edge. "i think i might've made the frosting a little too sweet." without thinking much of it, he dips one finger into the excess frosting and brings it to his mouth, tasting it with a thoughtful little frown. "no... actually, i think it's fine."

you immediately laugh. "oh my god, you just licked the cake. with your finger, ohyul. that's so gross." you're not trying to criticize him.

your tone is light, teasing, the kind of comment you'd make because you're comfortable enough with him to tease him about something so insignificant.

he gives you a tired look and glances at his finger as though he's only just realized what he's done, muttering that he's made the cake himself and therefore figures he's allowed to taste the frosting however he wants.

"that doesn't make it less gross," you tease, smiling as you lean against the doorway. “who’s gonna eat that now that you touched it with your finger?” 

the change in him is so subtle that someone who doesn't know him might not notice.

his shoulders go still.

he doesn't raise his voice. he simply wipes his finger clean, looks at the cake, and repeats what you said in a flat voice, "who's gonna eat that now that you touched it with your finger?".

you blink, realizing immediately that your joke has landed completely wrong. "ohyul, i was kidding. i didn't mean."

"i'll eat the cake." he runs his tongue briefly over his lips, almost absentmindedly, before pressing them into a thin line. the slight curve of his mouth shows his annoyance that he's trying very hard not to make obvious.

his eyes never leave yours. and for one completely unhelpful second, you're distracted.

because ohyul upset is unfairly attractive.

his brows are drawn together, his jaw slightly tense, hair damp from the heat and falling messily over his forehead. there's something about the usually composed expression cracking just enough to reveal irritation underneath that makes your stomach pathetically flutter. though you have enough sense not to outwardly comment on how good he looks.

"I'll eat it," he repeats, quieter this time, glancing down at the chocolate cake. "you should eat something else."

he reaches for the knife, but you cross the kitchen and catch his wrist before he can start cutting. "hey, look at me." you slide your hand down his arm, then gently squeeze his wrist when he finally meets your eyes.

his expression stays guarded for another moment.

"i spent hours on it," he says. i just thought you'd be happy because i made it for you."

you move yur hands from his wrist to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his chest. "i am happy. i promise."

his hand settles against your back, and you feel some of the tension leave him.

"you really don't have to eat it," he says after a moment.

"i know." you pull back enough to smile at him. "but i'm going to taste it."

he studies you, still looking slightly unconvinced, so you reach up and brush his hair away from his forehead. "come on. you've worked too hard for me to judge it without even trying."

he finally gives in and cuts you a slice.

you take a bite while he watches your expression carefully.

"well?" he asks.

you chew, considering it. "it's actually really good."

"you don't have to say that."

"i'm not." you take another bite. "it's very chocolatey, obviously, but the frosting is really good. you did a good job."

his shoulders relax. “say you swear?”

you laugh at how serious he looks. brows still furrowed. “it’s never that serious babe." you take his hand and give it a small squeeze. “but it’s good. and i love you for taking the time to make it for me.”

a reluctant smile finally appears.

"you're annoying." ohyul muses.

"and you're sensitive."

"i'm not sensitive." ohyul retorts. 

you raise an eyebrow.

he looks away. "maybe a little. but blame it on this damn heat."

you laugh softly and kiss his cheek. "fair. now stop scowling and have some cake with me."

that earns a quiet laugh from him, and the last of the tension disappears.

also, i think anderson deleted his Instagram(?) I couldn't find it.

For the shotties who are sending him, the CEO or the whole group death threats, stop. Focus on lngshot instead of falling for negative marketing. They WANT you to do this. Stop talking about the issue and stop giving them attention. Negative marketing/Leeching or not, sending anyone death threats is way too far, do not cross the line.

—

if there’s one thing you could ask for, what will it be?

ohyul asked, absentmindedly. he didn’t notice the subtle flinch you did right after hearing the question or waver in your voice as you find your words to answer his question.

the boys has just finished their practice, each one of them going to their different schedules. you were left alone in the room with ohyul. like always.

“oh…” you started. “hmm, i think i would want a house,” you laughed. “or, maybe, i’d wish to meet my favorite artist!” you added, laughing at the absurdity of your answers.

ohyul laughed as well, “that’s logical. i would want the same as well.”

“how about you?” you asked, curious about the younger man’s answer.

“hmm… maybe, some more rest. don’t get me wrong, i love what we do, but it can be tiring,” he answered wistfully.

“your answer is more modest huh, now i feel bad for my answers,” you quipped, answering in a teasing tone.

a silence settled between the two of you. comfortable. welcomed.

but, somehow, it felt heavy for you, as if swallowing you whole. you wanted to break, but not in front of ohyul, never in front of him.

“… i wish the world is kinder,” you finally sighed, whispering the words, hoping no one could hear them… except for the one who has the capability to make them true.

ohyul looked at you, his smoldering gaze burning holes in your figure, as if he can see through your soul.

“… is it not?” he questioned.

“… not for me, i think.” you finally broke. for the past 3 years that you’ve known him, this is the first time you actually let him through. you believed, as an older figure, you should be a pillar of strength for the guys. after all, they’re already under so much pressure.

you looked at him, tears brimming in your eyes. the heaviness in your chest not letting up. on the contrary, it makes you actually feel like you’re drowning.

“i am trying my best, trying so hard and yet it feels like it wasn’t enough.” you murmured into the empty practice room.

you continued, “i just want to feel like the world isn’t conspiring against me. just when i feel like everything’s bout to turn out okay for me, it makes me hope for nothing.”

you sniffed, tears flowing freely now. ohyul remained quiet by your side, back to the wall, listening intently.

“… if there’s one thing i know about you,” he quietly whispered. “it’s that you’re an amazing, hardworking person.” he smiled gently.

“when the boys are going through a tough time dueing practice, you always treat us with snacks to make us feel better,” he continued. “when we feel down, you were always there to reassure us that we’re doing amazing.” he shifted in his position, moving to face you. “you’re doing so amazing right now, that the world has to eventually bow down to your ability to pull through everything.”

he pulled you into a hug, his grip tightening around your arms. his words felt like a comforting hug — making the load in your chest feel lighter. somehow, it feels like the world isn’t so hard anymore.

maybe all it takes is somebody from the outside to tell you that you’re doing better.