warnings: none just fluff, soft hours, idol life mentions, excessive cuteness.
authors note ⭑ this was supposed to be short and then i blacked out and suddenly it was 3am and i was emotionally attached. this is very soft, very comfort-coded, and very much written for anyone who just wants to imagine a quiet facetime call that feels safe. ♡
Kwon Ohyul - 권오율
You’re lying on your stomach, one leg bent, scrolling through nothing in particular when your phone buzzes. FaceTime request from Ohyul.
You smile before you even answer it.
When his face fills the screen, he’s lying back against his pillow, hoodie half zipped, hair messy and his phone angled slightly above him.
"There you are." he says, like he was waiting.
"You called me." you reply, teasing.
He shrugs, a lazy little smile playing on his lips. "So what."
You prop your phone up and rest your chin on your hand. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he answers immediately. "Just wanted to see you."
You roll your eyes but you’re smiling. "You’re clingy."
"Oh absolutely," he says, unbothered. "So shawty just hit me with the FaceTime. I think about you every night time."
You laugh, because of course he’d quote his own song like that, completely serious about it too.
"I do." he adds, softer now. "Think about you, I mean."
There’s a pause. Not awkward but comfortable. The kind where you can hear him breathing on the other end.
"You look tired." you say.
"Practice ran late." he replies. "But this helps."
"Me?"
"Yeah, seeing you. Makes my brain calm down."
You shift closer to the screen without realizing it. "You’re so dramatic."
"And you love it."
He watches you for a moment, like he’s memorizing your face. "Promise me something?"
"What?"
"Don’t hang up first."
You smile. "Fine."
"Good," he says, settling in. "Then stay with me until I fall asleep."
Kim Ryul - 김률
Ryul answers FaceTime with his camera already on, phone resting against the desk, his face framed perfectly like he planned it. He’s wearing a plain tee, hair neat, eyes warm when he sees you.
"Hey." he says, voice gentle.
"Hi," you reply, instantly softer.
He tilts his head. "You ate?"
"Yes, mom."
He chuckles. "I’m serious."
"I did." you reassure him. "Did you?"
"Not yet," he admits. "I wanted to talk to you first."
You shake your head. "You’re unbelievable."
He smiles at that. The kind of smile that makes your chest feel warm. "I was thinking, my love…"
You blink. "What?"
He repeats it slower, like he wants you to really hear it. "I was thinking about us. Slowly. Like, not rushing anything."
You sit up a little straighter. Confused. "You’re already my boyfriend, Ryul."
"I know," he says. "I just mean… I like how calm it feels with you."
There’s something steady about him. The way he looks at you like you’re not just exciting, but important.
"You know," he continues, rubbing the back of his neck, "when I think about you again and again… you’re my battery."
"My battery?" you laugh.
He nods, serious. "You recharge me."
That hits harder than you expect. "That’s really cheesy."
"Maybe," he says. "But it’s true."
You watch him for a second, then smile. "You should go eat."
He grins. "After five more minutes."
"Ryul."
"Okay, okay," he laughs. "But don’t hang up. Stay."
You nod. "I’ll stay.'
Jung Woojin - 정우진
Woojin doesn’t answer right away. When he does, the camera is shaky for a second before settling. He’s standing somewhere backstage, lights buzzing overhead.
"Hey!" he says, breathless with a smile.
"Oh are you busy?" you ask.
"No no," he replies immediately. "I'm never too busy for you."
You can hear people talking in the background, but he angles the phone so it’s just him.
"You look pretty today," he says suddenly. "Like always."
You blink. "I’m literally in pajamas."
"So?" he shrugs. "You’re a goddess, babe."
You scoff. "You’re lying to me."
He shakes his head, stepping into a quieter corner. "I’m not." he says, "My voice is literally shaking and everything."
"Now you’re flirting." you accuse.
"I was kinda flirting this whole time.." he grins. Then his smile softens. "You make me nervous, you know."
You raise an eyebrow. "You? On stage all the time?"
"Yeah." he admits. "But in front of you? Losing control."
His voice drops a little, more sincere now. "When I hear your voice, I forget what I was stressed about."
You smile at the screen. "You’re cute when you’re honest."
He laughs, embarrassed. "Please don’t tell the others."
"Too late."
He groans. "I knew it!"
"Go do your thing," you say gently. "I’ll be here."
He looks at you like that matters more than anything. "You promise?"
"I promise, Woojin."
Louis - 임지호
Louis calls late. Later than the others. You’re already half asleep when your phone lights up beside you, the screen too bright in the dark room.
You answer with a sleepy smile. "Hi."
There’s music playing softly on his end, low and familiar. He’s sitting on his bed, phone in one hand, the other resting behind his head like he’s trying to relax but didn’t quite get there on his own.
"Hi. I missed you." he says, plain and honest.
"Louis, you saw me this morning."
"And? Still," he shrugs. “When I miss you so bad, I take my phone out."
You laugh quietly, voice still heavy with sleep. "You’re ridiculous."
"Yeah, with you I am." he says.
He watches you for a second, eyes soft, like he’s just taking you in. Then, almost like an afterthought he says "You’re mine."
Your heart skips. "Louis."
He smiles, a little unsure now. "Too much?"
"Nooo.." you admit. "I mean it's true.."
He nods once. "Good."
There’s a comfortable silence. The kind that doesn’t ask for anything. The music keeps playing, steady in the background.
"Are you sleepy?" he asks.
"Yeah.."
"Please stay on," he says. "I like knowing you’re there. I wanna watch you sleep."
"Creep.."
You shift, curling closer to your pillow, phone pressed near your cheek. "Don’t hang up."
"Don't worry I won’t." he promises, voice low.
The call stays on, music humming softly between you, and Louis doesn’t look away even when your eyes start to close.
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ⓘ 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 ^-^
┆LNGSHOT MASTERLIST
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.
"What's up?"
'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."
Cut.
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."
Cut.
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?"
"Sure."
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?"
"No one has packed yet."
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."
"I agree. (?)"
"Yeah, you'll reach great heights."
"You're so organized."
"Guys—It's just a packed luggage..."
[KIM RYUL TIME]
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.
"This is, your hobby?"
"Yeah, basketball."
Cut.
"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.
"Give it a try."
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.
"Damn."
"I mean—you can always stick to music?"
┆LNGSHOT MASTERLIST
This post is under the OT4 category!
WARNING: kissing, second hand embarrassment, louis being dumb, miscommunication, implied sexual content, misunderstanding, first kiss anxiety, fluff, wc: 2.5k+
SYNOPSIS: Louis avoided your kiss because he doesn’t know how to admit he hasn’t had first one, which leads to him scrambling to make it up to you.
Dating Louis was great. He was a perfect boyfriend. Attentive, cute, caring, the whole package really. The only thing was.. he was totally oblivious. It was painful. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose or not. I mean, movie night. The atmosphere was perfect. Your parents weren’t home so you had the house to yourselves. You’d act scared, curl up next to him — and he’d hold you. When you looked up you thought, this is it. except, he immediately changed the subject and scooted away from you. He claimed he was feeling stuffy. Fair enough.
When you surprised him after practice and you guys went on a late night stroll, You pretended to be cold, and he wrapped his jacket around you without hesitation. When he dropped you off and the two of you were standing on your porch, you thought that was it, he’d kiss you. He was staring at you like you were the only girl in the world when he suddenly said — “It’s cold. You should go inside.” You couldn’t tell if he saw the way your smile immediately dropped.
But, third time’s a charm. Right? This time, Louis planned a picnic for the two of you. He was bashful and shy the entire time, it was insanely cute. So when you guys were pressed shoulder to shoulder, and his head was tilted downwards towards you, you thought he’d actually do it. But instead, he stuffed a strawberry in your mouth and told you to eat.
It was frustrating. You thought having a boyfriend came with all the perks of a relationship, like kissing. But no, instead your boyfriend acted like you had cooties. And you had no idea why. So what conclusion did you come to? He’s nervous!
So you had the brilliant idea of initiating it yourself.
This time, you guys decided to go to the arcade. Louis insisted on showing off his physical prowess on the punch machine in attempt to impress you.
He absolutely destroyed you in any video games you tried. He dominated every game in the room. Except for one.
“Wait I got it!” Louis yelled, his face completely focused on the plushy he was holding with the claw machine. Right before he could drop it in the chute, it slipped the hold. Louis groaned in disappointment. “It’s okay Louis. Don’t waste all our tickets on the claw machine, you know their rigged.” You laughed, patting your defeated boyfriend on the back. “I guess..”
“Why don’t we try the photobooth?” You asked, waiting for your plan to fall in place. Louis agreed, following you to the crammed booth. “There’s barely enough space for us to both sit.” Louis scratched his head.
“It’s fine, you can sit!” You insisted, grabbing him by the shoulder and sitting him down. It would be hard to kiss your 6’2 boyfriend if you were the one sitting. The photo sequence started, You and Louis posed like any other couple, His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close since you were standing. And you had your arms around his neck area. Okay this is it. You hyped yourself up.
It was the perfect moment. So you went in for the kill. “Wait, look at me.” You said. He looked up at you, waiting for you to say something when instead you began leaning in. He realized a second late what you were doing. Louis froze as you inched closer to his face, instinctively leaning back.
Flash!
It was incredibly awkward now. Louis just.. avoided your kiss. Your eyes fluttered open when you made contact with nothing, only to realize what had happened. “Uh, why don’t we go try the claw machine one more time?” Louis nervously smiled, trying to recover from the uncomfortable situation. Louis picked up the photo strip printed out. It was cute up until the last one, which was the failed attempt at your first kiss. You, leaning in with your eyes closed, and Louis leaning back with his eyes wide open.
“Uhm..” Louis awkwardly chuckled. You slapped your hand over your face, pure embarrassment settling in. “I should go.” You said, in attempt to save your dignity. “Y/n wait-” Louis grabbed your arm. “No really, it’s fine. I’ll see you later okay?” You replied with a smile on your face, although internally you were ready to die.
Louis watched you walk away with a frown on his face.
The photo strip stared at him, sitting on his desk. Louis stared back, his hands clasped in front of him as he replayed the moment over and over in his head. Especially the last photo. Your face—eyes closed, leaning in like you were certain. Him, pulled back, wide-eyed like he had seen something terrifying instead of… you.
Louis audibly groaned, remembering how embarrassing the situation was for the both of you, shaking his head as if it’d make the recollection disappear. Yeah, he chickened out.
These past couple days you’ve been more distant, awkward, and dry. Of course he knew why. He just didn’t know how to fix it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss you—he did. Obviously. You were his girlfriend. It was that he had never done it before. And now that the moment had actually come, Louis realized something humiliating.
He didn’t know how.
The poor boy was at a crossroad with no idea what to do, when an amazing idea came to his mind. He grabbed his laptop, opening up google.
searching…
how to kiss █
Results flooded his screen. Youtube links, websites -- everything, all teaching him, how to kiss. He pressed a reddit thread.
@Far_Influence9185 •3y ago
Practice on a pillow. Or just do a more relaxed kind of peck. I don't know I've only kissed one person and that was in the first grade.
@thegoat_762 •3y ago
I’m 16m and haven’t had my first kiss I’m too scared and ion even got a gf to kiss
@deleted •3y ago
My buddies first kiss the girl puked in his mouth so as long as you dont do that you are golden.
Louis’ face scrunched up in disgust as he read the last one. He hoped you wouldn’t do that to him. Most of these were just as clueless as him or absolutely useless. As he continued to scroll on the thread, his door burst open.
“Yo Louis have you seen my-”
Louis instinctively slammed his laptop shut, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Woojin’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his roommate who was looking awfully suspicious. “Uhm, what were you doing?” Woojin asked, staring at his laptop.
Louis didn’t reply immediately. He racked his brain for what to say. Oh hey Woojin? Yeah I’m just researching how to kiss so I can make a move on my girl.
Yeah, that wouldn’t work.
“Please don’t tell me you were watching p-”
“Ew!” Louis yelled, visibly grimaced. “I’m not watching that. I was just.. Doing something..” Louis danced around the truth. Woojin raised a brow.
“What do you want anyway?” Louis said abruptly, changing the topic. Woojin walked up to him, Louis’ grip tightened on his laptop. “Hey what’s that?” Woojin pointed out the window, a shocked look on his face. Louis’ head snapped towards the direction, searching for whatever Woojin was talking about, when he took that as a chance to snatch Louis’ laptop and run off.
“Hey!” Louis yelled, bolting after him. Woojin ran towards the dinner table where Ryul and Ohyul sat, startled by the sudden noise. Woojin ran around the table, playing a game of cat and mice with a very angry Louis. “You’re not funny! Give me my laptop back!” Louis tried to chase him around the table. “What are you guys doing?” Ohyul asked, intrigued.
“Louis was watching-”
“Shut up!” Louis jumped on the table, swiping at his laptop and missing. In the process he knocked over Ryul’s cup of water off the table. In the midst of the chaos Louis created, Woojin took that as a chance to run to his room, locking his door.
Louis banged on it. “Come out bro! This is not funny.” He whined, defeated. “He took your laptop?” Ryul asked. Louis nodded. “Why do you want it back so bad?” Ohyul grinned.
“None of your business.” Louis grunted, knocking harder on Woojin’s door. Shortly after, the door swung open, a chummy smile on Woojin’s face as he handed over the laptop to Louis who immediately snatched it. “I hate you.”
“If you wanted tips, you could’ve just asked any of us.” Woojin took a seat at the table, completely smug. “Ask what? Someone please explain.” Ohyul sighed. “Don’t.” Louis said, his eyes locked with Woojin. “I don’t know man.. It’s pretty funny.”
“Woojin.” Louis groaned.
“Just tell them it's not that serious.” Woojin stretched on the chair, laying his feet on the table to which Ohyul opposed. Louis sat next to Woojin, sighing.
“I was…” Louis trailed off. He tried to say it, but every time the words almost came out his mouth, he physically recoiled. “For godsake, just give me the laptop and let me see myself.” Ryul snatched it from him. “Wait, nonononono!” Louis reached across the table trying to grab it back. Ohyul pushed his arms away as he peered at the laptop sitting on Ryul’s lap.
Ryul opened it, to be met with a Reddit thread, on how to kiss. Silence fell for a moment. Ohyul’s grin widened, Ryul stared at the screen in silence. Woojin was snickering. Louis wanted to crawl under a rock.
“..You cannot be serious.” Ryul finally spoke. Ohyul and Woojin were having a laughing fit. “I seriously hate you guys!” Louis covered his face with his hands.
“Okay, okay. Why were you.. searching how to kiss?” Ohyul asked, biting his lip in attempt to hold his laughter in. “.. it’s a long story bro.” Louis ran a hand through his hair as he recalled the events. “Make it short.” Ryul said.
Louis grumbled. He wasn’t exactly encouraged to tell them what happened, especially after what they just did. “No judgement I swear!” Woojin said very loudly.
Louis looked at him reluctantly before caving. “Okay fine.” Louis sat forward. “A couple days ago.. I was on a date with Y/n.”
The three nodded, motioning for him to continue. “And she tried to kiss me.”
The three boys looked dumbfounded. “Okay? That’s all?” Ryul furrowed his brows. Louis sighed before answering. “No.. I dodged her kiss..”
Once again, silence fell. “Wow. You’re actually an idiot!” Woojin blinked. “Okay okay. So what? You’re trying to figure out how to initiate it then?” Ohyul asked. “Well. Yeah.” Louis scratched his neck. “But what happened after?” Ryul put a hand on Ohyuls shoulder, slightly pushing him since he strayed away from the story. “Well she was acting normal until the photo printed, then she left.”
“What do you mean until the photo printed?” Woojin replied. “Well when that was happening we were in a Photo Booth.. so it kind of caught on camera.”
Woojin burst out laughing. “You said no judgement!” Louis yelled. “Louis, why did you do that in the first place?” Ohyul asked. “Because. I haven’t had my first kiss. What if I’m like.. I don’t know. Horrible!” Louis threw his hands up, exasperated.
Ryul smiled. “Bro it’s not that hard. Just go with the flow.”
“No, don’t listen to him.” Woojin interrupted. “You absolutely can mess it up which is why she has to lead.” Woojin paused. “But actually since you messed that up already, I don’t see how that’s going to happen..”
Louis rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you just tell her the truth?” Ohyul suggested.
“And embarrass myself?” Louis gave him a look. “What’s so embarrassing about that? I told my first girl.” Ohyul shrugged. Woojin snorted.
“Nah. Ohyul’s right. Like Woojin said, you already messed it up. You have to explain to her why. Even if you kiss her she’s still going to wonder why you were so weird.” Ryul said.
As much as Louis hated to admit, they were right. He had to come clean. “You can always practice on a pillow. Or do a more relaxed kind of peck.” Woojin teased.
“Shut up!”
The rain pitter pattered outside. The downpour slowly trickled down your window. It was late out, your parents were sleeping. You were blasting music in your headphones as you reorganized your room, to keep your mind off of things.
You danced around the space as you picked things off of the floor. Your phone was low battery so you turned to grab your charger, only to be startled by your boyfriend standing outside your window drenched. Awkwardly waving. You screamed which also startled him. Louis jumped back, tripping.
You rushed over to the window, pushing it up. “Are you okay?” You asked, worried. Louis looked up at you, in all of his wet glory. “Uh. Yeah.” He smiled crookedly, pushing himself up. “Sorry about that.. I was knocking for a bit.”
“No! It’s fine. I shouldn’t have been playing my music so loudly…” the two of you were just staring at each other. Both at a loss for words, neither of you knew what to say, the tension was thick. “Uhm.. so what are you doing here? It’s pretty late.” You broke the silence. “I just really wanted to see you. And talk to you and-” Louis paused.
“..can I come in?” He blurted. You looked reluctant, which made Louis even more nervous. “I don’t know Louis.. I think you should just go home. It’s not really a good time right now.”
Louis pushed his hair back, the rain doing a number on him. “Look. I know I messed up.” He began. You finally looked up at him. “The truth is.. I was nervous. I know it was dumb. I should’ve told you this earlier. I just didn’t want to be that guy who hasn’t had his 1st kiss.”
“..huh.” You narrowed your eyes. Louis smiled, awkwardly. “That’s why you’ve been so..”
“Weird. Yes.” Louis interrupted. You bit your lip. “Don’t. Laugh.” He whined. “I guess I just wanted our first kiss to be perfect. For it to be the perfect moment.” He held your hands. “But I don’t need any of that, when I have the perfect girl in front of me.” Louis smiled. You leaned back, scrunching your face. “You're so cliche.” You said, but in reality, you were cheesing. Your stomach was fluttering.
Louis pulled you back in and closed the gap. Was it awkward? Yes. But it was genuine and sweet. “So.. can I come in?” He grinned. “hmm… I don’t know. I think you have to work for it.” You teased.
“But it’s so warm here. And I’m so cold out here..” Louis pleaded, his bottom lip jutted out. “Well in that case.. I guess.” You rolled your eyes. Louis climbed in, hitting his head on top.. and then falling into your room.
TODAYS FEATURE : Woojin got lucky enough to record a little collab with you (and he is lowkey crashing out). Downbad!Woojin x Idol!Reader
Pause ⏸ : Was kinda delirious making this (I have a Final ltr today and was half studying half making this up....) Not proofread AT ALL. I'm Ohyul biased but Woojin is too cute bro 😭😭
bf!martin x fem!reader ft. lilbro!louis ; crack + fluff ; smau ; non-idol au ; oneshot ; swearing ; use of y/n
your brother, louis, was interrupting your time of what could be spent with your boyfriend, martin. although martin came over in the end, you didn't expect them to leave you out.
a/n: idrk if i like this but it's better than nothing so 😭😭
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synopsis: after catching louis’ attention from the front row at lngshot’s concert, you end up backstage with him by the end of the night—all because he wanted your number.
A/N: this was requested!
ᵎ!ᵎ 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 ⊹ 𝙛𝙖𝙣.ᐟ𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ⊹ 𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡.ᐟ𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙞𝙨
the first thing you notice about louis in person is that he looks younger than he does online.
not younger in a bad way. not childish either. just real.
the cameras always sharpened him into something louder; brighter smiles, cleaner angles, perfectly timed reactions. but standing beneath the concert lights, sweaty hair sticking slightly to his forehead while he laughed at something ryul yelled from across the stage, he suddenly looked like an actual sixteen-year-old boy trying very hard to act older than he was.
and maybe that was what caught your attention first.
or maybe it was the fact that he kept looking at you.
you stood against the barricade near the extended stage, crushed between screaming fans and shaking lightsticks. your ears rang from the bass vibrating through the arena floor, from the chants echoing off the walls hard enough to rattle your ribs. everything around you felt too loud, too bright, too fast.
but every few minutes, louis’ eyes kept finding yours anyway.
the first time it happened, you assumed it was accidental.
idols looked into crowds constantly. it meant nothing.
except the second time lasted longer.
and the third time came with a smile.
a real one too. crooked and quick, appearing like he forgot cameras existed for half a second.
your stomach dropped stupidly fast.
“oh my god,” the girl beside you gasped suddenly, gripping your arm hard enough to hurt. “he keeps looking over here.”
you laughed nervously. “probably because everybody’s screaming.”
“no,” she whispered immediately. “he’s looking at you.”
you almost told her she was insane.
then louis missed part of his choreography because he was still staring in your direction.
ohyul physically shoved him back into formation.
the entire section screamed.
heat rushed straight into your face so quickly you had to look away for a second.
this could not be happening.
around you, fans started noticing too. phones angled toward your side of the barricade now, people whispering loudly while louis kept pretending he wasn’t distracted every time he drifted near the front of the stage.
which would have worked better if he wasn’t so obvious about it.
during one of the talking segments, woojin started speaking while the members caught their breath. louis stood slightly behind the others, water bottle hanging loosely from his hand while his eyes wandered over the crowd again.
then landed on you.
again.
you should’ve looked away.
instead, you smiled before you could stop yourself.
something in louis’ expression softened immediately after that.
small.
barely noticeable.
but real enough to make your chest tighten painfully.
ryul noticed instantly.
even from the stage, you could tell.
he leaned toward louis with the biggest grin imaginable while saying something near his ear. louis shoved him hard without looking away from you once.
the fans around you lost their minds.
by the encore, things had somehow gotten worse.
the members ran around freely now, splashing water into the crowd while fans screamed loud enough to distort the speakers. louis jogged toward your section again before slowing near the edge of the stage.
then he crouched directly in front of you.
your brain stopped working.
completely.
up close, he looked exhausted. flushed cheeks, damp hair curling slightly from sweat, oversized jersey sticking to his shoulders under the stage lights.
and he was looking directly at you like nobody else existed.
you forgot every single thing you planned on saying if you ever met him.
every thought vanished instantly.
louis glanced down toward the sign hanging loosely from your hands before laughing quietly under his breath.
“you made this?” he asked.
you nodded too quickly. “yeah.”
“it’s cute.”
the compliment hit embarrassingly hard.
before you could respond properly, fans behind you screamed loud enough to shake the barricade. security started motioning for the members to move toward the opposite side of the stage again.
louis stood reluctantly.
for a second, it looked like he wanted to say something else.
instead, he pointed toward you once more before jogging backward toward the others.
but he kept looking back.
once.
twice.
three times.
and each time, your stomach flipped harder.
.☘︎ ݁˖ᝰ.ᐟ
after the concert ended, you stayed near the venue longer than you meant to.
mostly because leaving felt impossible.
fans crowded outside the arena in loud clusters, replaying concert videos and screaming over moments that had already started spreading online. every few seconds, someone nearby mentioned louis staring at “that one girl in the front row.”
unfortunately, that girl was very obviously you.
you had already seen three separate tiktoks.
your phone buzzed nonstop inside your hoodie pocket while you leaned against the side wall near the exit gates, trying desperately not to think too hard about any of it.
then someone approached you.
a staff member.
at first, you thought you were in trouble somehow.
maybe you accidentally broke a rule. maybe you stood in the wrong section. maybe fans weren’t allowed near backstage exits.
but the woman stopped directly in front of you with a careful smile.
“hi,” she said gently. “you were in front row section b tonight, right?”
“…yeah?”
“would you mind coming with me for a second?”
your heart nearly stopped.
“why?”
the staff member hesitated for exactly half a second before smiling again.
“someone asked to meet you.”
your brain immediately short-circuited.
“someone?”
she gave you a look that answered everything.
the walk backstage barely felt real.
your shoes squeaked against polished hallways while staff rushed around carrying equipment and garment racks. somewhere nearby, you could hear loud laughter followed by someone yelling in korean.
your hands shook the entire time.
the staff member stopped outside a half-open door before glancing back at you, “you can go in.”
then she walked away before you could panic properly.
inside the room, louis sat stretched across a couch scrolling through his phone while ryul stood nearby drinking something from a paper cup.
the second ryul noticed you, his entire face lit up.
“oh my god,” he laughed loudly, smacking louis’ shoulder immediately. “she’s real.”
louis looked up so fast he nearly dropped his phone.
for the first time all night, he looked nervous.
actually nervous.
and somehow that made you relax slightly too.
ryul grinned between both of you like he’d just orchestrated world peace.
“okay,” he announced dramatically, already backing toward the door. “i’m leaving before this gets embarrassing.”
“it’s already embarrassing,” louis muttered.
“good luck, lover boy.”
“get out.”
ryul laughed all the way down the hallway.
silence settled awkwardly afterward.
louis stood almost immediately, rubbing the back of his neck once before speaking.
“sorry if this is weird.”
“it’s a little weird,” you admitted honestly.
he laughed quietly at that.
up close, he somehow looked softer. less polished than he did on stage. his hair still looked damp near the ends, oversized hoodie thrown on over his concert clothes now.
for a second, both of you just stared awkwardly at each other.
then louis smiled suddenly.
and there it was again.
that exact smile from the stage.
the one that made your stomach feel unstable.
“i just…” he started before stopping briefly. “i really wanted to talk to you.”
your pulse sped up instantly.
“why?”
his ears turned slightly pink.
“because i thought you were pretty.”
the honesty hit harder than any rehearsed line could have.
you blinked at him once.
then laughed softly out of disbelief.
louis looked mildly horrified immediately after.
“wait, not in a creepy way.”
“i know.”
“okay good because ryul said i sounded insane.”
“you kind of do.”
he groaned dramatically before dropping back against the couch cushions. “great.”
you laughed again, quieter this time.
something about him felt unexpectedly easy now.
like the nervousness burned away the second conversation actually started.
louis looked up at you carefully from where he sat.
“can i ask something?”
“depends.”
“can i get your number?”
your stomach flipped all over again.
he said it casually, but there was still something hesitant underneath it. like he genuinely expected rejection despite everything that happened tonight.
which felt ridiculous considering he was louis.
still, the nervousness made him seem younger somehow. softer around the edges.
more real.
you pulled your phone from your pocket slowly. “you brought me backstage just for my number?”
“…pretty much.”
“that’s insane.”
“yeah,” he admitted easily. “but did it work?”
you tried not to smile while handing him your phone.
unfortunately, you failed immediately.
and judging by the way louis smiled back afterward, he definitely noticed.
Featuring: Kwon Ohyul x f!reader, Kim Ryul x f!reader, Jung Woojin x f!reader, Lim Louis x f!reader, Jay Park x f!reader.
Warning: English is not my native language!!
Kwon Ohyul
• you always sleep in a hug, if you are going to get up at night, he immediately wakes up and tightens his grip on your waist, making it clear that he does not want to lose you for a second.
• always cook together, only when he far away, you have to cook alone.
• he has great calmness, so he tolerates your whims well.
• when you're not in the mood, the guy resorts to extreme measures, he starts purring in your ear and your frowning mood fades.
Kim Ryul
• likes to massage you after a hard day, he is embarrassed to ask you to do the same to him, but you know perfectly well that he also wants a massage from you.
• likes to sleep on your chest, because at this time you stroke his head cutely.
• frequent playful flirtation on his part, he has a very good imagination, so something new awaits you every day.
• likes to hug you from behind and kiss you on the top of your head.
Jung Woojin
• the guy likes to give you wildflowers, most often they are daisies, because they are as tender as you.
• when he's not around, he writes and calls you every free minute, sometimes bothering you with it.
• he loves to see you wear his clothes, so he even asks you to wear his sweatshirts or other clothes.
• slightly shy behaviour in front of everyone, but as soon as you stay alone, he is ready to pounce on you with kisses and touches.
Lim Louis
• you like to buy a lot of harmful sweets and eat them until your stomachs start to hurt.
• when he's in a playful mood, the guy likes to shower you with compliments in French.
• you like to go to karaoke or arrange it at home, you don't feel sorry for your neighbours at all.
• he is a very tactile person with you, so he loves to kiss you everywhere and hug you very tightly.
Jay Park
• ready to spend all his money on you, just you to be happy and feel that he really loves you.
• he arranges dates only in the most expensive and luxurious places of the city.
• when you officially announced your relationship, the man got a tattoo related to you, right next to his heart.
• often starts conversations about the wedding and children, since he sees you as a woman for life.
(롱샷).ᐟ L.EJ x fem!reader
IN WHICH — A compilation of Louis calling you by French pet names.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. pet names . a kiss . Louis might be ooc in this .
masterlist . requested!
938 —fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 You and Louis have been dating for over a month now. Despite being older than him, you refused to be called 'Noona' and insisted on being called by your name instead.
Why? Just because.
But Louis is a really respectful boy —he just couldn't call you by your name because he finds it disrespectful since you're older. He also couldn't find the reason why you didn't want to be called noona. He thought it was cute, and most importantly, respectful.
Since he has the privilege of being French. Which, to you, is the most beautiful language you've ever heard in this world. He has been calling you pet names in French.
And you don't know if you like it or not.
⋆
Like one time, you were just chilling on the couch, watching Obsession, your feet crossed on top of the soft surface. A mini bowl of vanilla ice cream was sitting on your palm as your other hand scooped it.
It was such a cool evening.
The boys were going out to buy groceries and other things for the dorm, and you were left alone in the dorm in peace —You're the one who told them to get the stuff.
You were too immersed in the movie to realize that they had come home. Louis' hand on top of your head was the one that brought you back to reality.
"What are you watching, Ma chérie?(My darling)" He called softly, as his hands ruffled your hair.
You looked up at the tall boy behind you, spoon still stuck between your lips as you felt blood rushing to your face.
That sounded so romantic.
⋆
That time when he lost you in the crowd.
It was supposed to be a cute date. You wanted to go to the night market because you saw some cute bracelets on the internet, and apparently they sold them at the night market.
But you, being you, got distracted by an ice cream stall.
Louis was holding your hand tightly, protecting you from the crowds as the two of you walked through it. Unfortunately, due to how packed that place was, he accidentally let go of your hand, and when he searched for it again, he couldn't find it.
Panic crept up through his body, his eyes scanning every person he could see, yet you were nowhere to be seen in the sea of people.
On the other hand, you were waiting on the side of the ice cream stall, waiting for your matcha-flavoured sweets. It took you several minutes to realize that your boyfriend was not following behind you.
A little bit of panic surged through your body, but then the worker called for you, handing you the delicious-looking ice cream. And with that, the panic was completely drowned out.
Louis kept searching, frantically bumping into some people. That's when he saw you —peacefully eating ice cream at the corner.
He quickly ran to you, then abruptly stopped right in front of you.
The panic in his face was still visible, and his hands found their way up to each side of your jaw.
That was when he let out a relieved sigh.
"I thought I lost you."
He was tearing up as he said those words, and you felt super bad.
"I-I saw ice cream... so I–"
"It's okay, mon Cœur (my heart). I'm just glad you're okay." He said, engulfing you in a warm hug.
Louis knew very well that you can easily get distracted —that's the reason why he always tries to hold on to you in this kind of place.
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Or that one time when you were making dinner.
"Whachu makin', Ma Sardine?" He placed both of his hands on top of your shoulder as he took a peek at the food you were making.
You turned around, confused and belittled. Did he just call you his sardine?
"Ma Sardine? What?" Your brows furrowed.
Louis looked at you cheekily, giggling at the pet name he just gave you. It might've been his favorite amongst all of the French pet names out there.
"What? It's cute." He shrugged.
"You just called me your sardine. That's not cute?" You made a stank face jokingly.
"Okay, what about Ma Crevette?" He chuckled as he rubbed his neck.
"What does it mean?" You asked, crossing your arms on your chest.
"My Shrimp." He mumbled.
His voice was small, but enough for you to hear. And once you heard it, a spatula flew towards him.
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He has been calling you other names, such as Mon chat (my cat), Mon lapin (my rabbit), Mon trésor (my treasure), Mon ange (my angel), etc.
But only one wins your heart.
"You look so beautiful, Mon amour (my love)."
Louis was standing in front of you in a black suit, making him look more charming than ever. He eyed you up and down, examining your red silk dress that hugged every curve of your body, making you look ethereal under the fluorescent moonlight.
You two were attending the wedding of one of your friends. The ballroom got too crowded for you, so Louis took you to the deck.
"Thank you. Mon Beau (my handsome)," you complimented back.
He smiled at the nickname you just gave him. A warm and fuzzy feeling inside his heart made him step closer to you, inching his face closer before planting a soft kiss on your lips.
"Je t'aime pour toujours." He whispered.
That sentence will forever be engraved in your mind and heart. You won't need any translation for those words —you knew the meaning of it by heart.
