#lim louis

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.

And he doesn’t hang up.

©cheeskeik 2026

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.

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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.

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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.

I'll Love You forever.

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