Can you pls write some fluff about Louis being comforted by his gf after an exhausting day? Thank you smm
Comforting BF Louis After an Exhausting Day~ (Louis is your big baby~Filling up his social battery with cuddles)
It started when Louis got quiet—quieter than normal
wasn’t cracking the same inside jokes
wasn’t blowing up your phone with memes and funny edits
wasn’t asking you to join his server on Fortnite
…he never even gave you the daily FaceTime call that evening
Once arrived at his dorm, Woojin opened up the front door. Ushering you in
“He’s been in his room all day” his brows scrunched in concern
“made everyone get out. said he needed ‘alone time’ .”
“Oh.” You nodded to Woojin
“I got it” patting his shoulder that dropped in relief. you made your way to your boyfriends closed bedroom 
Louis was never the type to ask for alone time
Despite that being how he’d recharge— confiding in you about how much fun he had alone whenever he got too overwhelmed, still he was never one to go out of his way to stop a hangout
Cracking his room open -slowly- there laid a sleeping Louis
Long limbs poking from out the blanket
face covered by lengthy hair spilling all around-only his tall nose peeking through the strands that danced with the fan overhead
His faint movement caused from the glow spilling through the open door–highlighting his still figure
Stepping in- you left it ajar to see enough
Louis looked exhausted, overworked. Sleeping peacefully yet you noticed the deep heaving of his chest
Carefully lifting the sheets to not disturb, you laid beside him
burying your face in his broad chest
his skin felt warm from the covers. Immediately you enveloped him—pecking his full cheeks softly till he woke
“Baby?”
His voice was hoarse. dry from sleep, doe eyes drowsily staring down at you
As if second nature, he returned the hug
Nuzzling his face to the crook of your neck
For a moment he only breathed silently against it—your familiar scent filling him abundantly
Then you spoke over his ear
“What’s wrong Lou? You’ve been locked in here all day–no calls–no texts”
A deep sigh escaped Louis —as if that was a loaded question
“Nothings wrong…I’m just. tired” his arms tightened desperately. Needing your comfort more than anything. So you gave him that, not questioning any further. You knew it was from his packed schedule, and freshly entering high school where majority students spoke Korean, a language he sometimes struggled with.
Soothingly—your fingers threaded through his silky hair, earning a gentle sigh from him that tickled your nape, immediately you felt his shoulders drop—melting against your touch, his eyes closed back up
Louis’s heavy hand laid against your back
Tracing gentle circles to it in return that caused you goosebumps
“Sorry I ignored you today… love you—needed you here.”
Brushing his black locks away, you tucked them behind his ear lovingly, watching his relaxed side profile
“Don’t worry—I’m here now. next time tell me”
Louis hummed back a ‘yes’
You raised the hoodie’s hood over his head to keep him warmer
he looked much more youthful now with you helping him unwind, completely intertwined over you, so much so that he let his legs cover yours—bed frame creaking at the applied pressure
“Lou, babe—you’re heavy” you half joked, seriously, his legs weighed on yours
Uncaring, he pecked your neck, chuckling. His legs never budged, draping. Loving your presence, loving to smother you, needing it to anchor him in the moment
“You’re the one who offered cuddles—I’m just accepting them, all of it”
—
The day ended with both spooning in comfy pajamas—gentle touches—adorable pecks—and heart filled stares between you before drifting off in each others embrace
¡Bonus if you reached the end! (You woke him up with kisses the next day, undoubtedly making his day better when his cheeks flushed—hiding cutely against your hair in embarrassment…later though he returned them with a huge grin)
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You don’t realize something’s wrong until he doesn’t text you back.
Louis is usually the type to spam you at the most random times. A picture of his half eaten breakfast. A voice note of him humming a melody he swears is going to be in the next comeback. A blurry selfie with the caption “I look good right now don’t lie.”
So when your phone stays quiet all morning, it sits weird in your chest.
You try not to overthink it at first. He’s busy. Practice. Meetings. Maybe he just fell asleep again because he stayed up too late. That happens all the time.
Still, you check your messages again.
Nothing.
By the time it hits early afternoon, you cave.
You: are you alive
You: hello???
You: if you died im gonna be mad
The message delivers, but no read receipt. That’s what makes your stomach drop.
You stare at the screen for a second before grabbing your hoodie and heading out. You don’t even really think about it. Your body just moves.
The dorm isn’t far. You’ve been there enough times that the walk feels automatic, but today everything feels a little too quiet, a little too slow.
When you finally get there, you don’t bother knocking lightly. You ring the bell and then knock again.
A few seconds later, the door opens.
Woojin blinks at you. “Oh. Hey.”
“Is Louis here?” you ask immediately.
He nods, stepping aside to let you in. “Yeah. He’s been in his room all day.”
Something about the way he says it makes your chest tighten. “Is he okay?”
Woojin shrugs. “He said he’s fine, but he looks like he got hit by a truck. Won’t come out. Didn’t eat either.”
Of course he didn’t.
You thank him quickly and head straight down the hall. You don’t even hesitate before knocking on Louis’s door.
“Louis?”
No answer.
You press your ear lightly against the wood. You can hear something faint. Movement maybe.
“Hey, it’s me,” you say, softer this time. “Open up.”
There’s a pause. A long one.
Then you hear a quiet, scratchy voice. “Go away.”
You frown immediately. “No.”
Another pause. Then a soft groan, followed by slow footsteps. The door cracks open just enough for you to see him.
And your heart drops.
His hair is a mess, sticking out in every direction like he hasn’t bothered fixing it. His face is flushed, eyes glassy and half lidded. Even the way he’s standing looks off, like he doesn’t have the energy to fully hold himself up.
“Why are you here,” he mumbles.
You push the door open wider without waiting. “Because you’re obviously dying.”
“I’m not dying,” he says, voice hoarse.
“You look like it.”
He huffs, but it turns into a cough halfway through. You’re already inside, closing the door behind you as you take him in properly.
His room is dim, curtains half closed. The air feels stuffy. There’s a blanket tossed on the bed, but it doesn’t look like he’s been resting properly.
“You’re sick,” you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“I’m fine,” he insists weakly.
You raise an eyebrow. “You literally just coughed like your soul was leaving your body.”
He doesn’t argue with that. Instead, he just kind of… sways.
You step forward immediately, grabbing his arm. “Okay, yeah, you’re not fine.”
Before you can even guide him anywhere, he leans into you.
Not just lightly. Fully.
Like he’s been waiting to do that.
His forehead presses against your shoulder, and his arms come around you in a loose, tired hug.
“…hi,” he mumbles into your hoodie.
Your heart does a weird flip.
“Hi,” you say softly, steadying him. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“No,” he mutters, tightening his hold slightly.
You blink. “What do you mean no.”
“I’m already comfortable.”
You stare at him for a second. “Louis.”
He hums.
“You’re standing.”
“Still comfortable.”
You almost laugh, but you don’t. Instead, you gently push him back just enough to look at his face.
He pouts at you.
Actually pouts.
“You’re being difficult,” you say.
“You came here just to insult me?”
“I came here to take care of you,” you correct, brushing his hair out of his face. It’s warm. Too warm. “Which I can’t do if you don’t listen.”
He stares at you for a second, like he’s thinking really hard about it.
Then he sighs dramatically.
“Fine.”
You guide him to the bed, helping him sit down. He moves slowly, like everything takes more effort than usual.
The second he sits, he reaches for you again.
You barely have time to react before his hand grabs your wrist, tugging you closer.
“Stay,” he mumbles.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you say.
He doesn’t seem convinced. His grip tightens just slightly, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.
You soften immediately.
“Hey,” you murmur, crouching in front of him. “I’m right here.”
He looks down at you, eyes tired but focused.
“Don’t leave,” he says quietly.
Your chest aches a little.
“I won’t.”
That seems to be enough. He relaxes a little, though his hand doesn’t leave yours.
“Okay,” you say gently. “Now lie down.”
He hesitates.
“Louis.”
“…okay.”
He lays back slowly, still holding onto you like you’re some kind of lifeline. You adjust the blanket over him, tucking it around his sides.
“Have you taken any medicine?” you ask.
He shakes his head.
“Of course you haven’t.”
“I didn’t feel like it.”
You sigh, but there’s no real annoyance behind it. “I’ll get you some.”
The second you try to pull your hand away, he frowns.
“Wait.”
“I’m just going to get medicine.”
“Don’t take long.”
You smile a little. “I won’t.”
You gently slip your hand from his and stand up, heading out to the kitchen. Woojin glances at you from the couch.
“Is he alive?”
“Barely,” you say, grabbing water and medicine.
“Yeah, sounds about right.”
When you come back, Louis is exactly where you left him. Except now he’s staring at the door like he’s been waiting.
The second he sees you, his expression softens.
“You came back.”
You snort. “I told you I would.”
He sits up a little, wincing.
“Don’t move so fast,” you scold, setting the water and medicine down. “Here.”
You hand him the pills, watching to make sure he actually takes them.
He does, though he makes a face after.
“Gross.”
“You’re acting like you’ve never taken medicine before.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Too bad.”
He huffs again, but it’s weaker this time. Once he’s done, he hands the glass back to you and then immediately reaches for you again.
You don’t even question it this time.
You sit on the edge of the bed, and he shifts closer, resting his head against your side.
“…you’re warm,” he murmurs.
You glance down at him. “You’re just freezing.”
“No, you’re warm.”
You smile a little, running your fingers through his hair. It’s soft, even when it’s messy.
He practically melts under your touch.
For a while, it’s quiet.
You keep playing with his hair, occasionally brushing your hand over his forehead to check his temperature. He stays close the entire time, like he physically can’t bring himself to move away.
At some point, his hand finds yours again.
He intertwines your fingers loosely, holding on without even looking.
“You’re really clingy right now,” you whisper.
“…am not.”
“You literally won’t let go of me.”
There’s a pause.
“…I don’t feel good.”
Your expression softens instantly. “I know.”
Another quiet moment passes.
“Stay closer,” he mumbles.
You shift slightly, letting him lean more fully against you. His head rests in your lap now, and he lets out a small sigh, like he’s finally comfortable.
“Better?” you ask.
He nods faintly.
Your fingers move through his hair again, slower this time. He closes his eyes, his breathing evening out just a little.
“You should sleep,” you say softly.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers.
“I won’t.”
That seems to be enough. Within minutes, he’s asleep.
You stay exactly where you are.
Time passes slowly. The room stays quiet except for the soft sound of his breathing. Every now and then, he shifts slightly, his grip on your hand tightening like he’s checking if you’re still there.
And every time, you squeeze back.
At some point, he stirs.
“…you still here?” he mumbles, eyes barely open.
“Yeah,” you whisper.
He relaxes immediately, eyes closing again.
“You didn’t leave.”
“I said I wouldn’t.”
He hums softly, nuzzling closer without even realizing it.
Your heart feels full in a way that’s hard to explain.
You lean down slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his hair.
“Get better soon,” you murmur.
He doesn’t respond, already half asleep again.
But his hand tightens around yours just a little more.
synopsis; assigned to tutor louis, a charming but hopeless idol failing spanish class, y/n expects stress — not feelings. but somewhere between after-school lessons and teasing conversations, louis starts becoming a little more than just her student.
tags; reader x kpopidol!louis first kiss teasing fluff wc; 1011
notes; ok i wrote this two days ago when i was having a fever and was severely bored, so bare with me. it’s also only semi-proofread and english is also not my first language so i’m open to recs! media naranja means something like “my better half” in spanish, it’s a cutesy inside joke between me and my best friend (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
it was cliché.
he was as busy as it could get, a kpop idol. popular too.
she was your typical school girl, excelling though. popular but unknown at the same time.
and so, she got assigned to tutor him.
he was late.
and somehow, she wasn’t even surprised.
the classroom door opened with a slow creak before louis finally walked in, looking like he had just escaped a schedule that lasted three days too long. hair slightly messy, hoodie half-zipped, expression far too relaxed for someone who’s known to outdo everyone when it comes to languages but still fails high school spanish class.
he dropped into the seat across from her like the chair belonged to him.
didn’t even ask.
she didn’t look up right away.
just flipped a page in her notes.
“you’re late,” she said calmly.
“i know,” he replied, like it was irrelevant information.
a pause.
then he leaned back slightly, watching her instead of the papers.
“you know,” he said, voice easy, “at this point you could just do it for me. i could pay you.”
she finally lifted her gaze.
“you know, at this point you could also just try not failing.” she replies in a mocking tone.
he blinked once,
then smiled a little, like that was funnier than it should’ve been.
“harsh.”
another pause settled between them.
not uncomfortable… familiar too quickly.
he tapped his pen lightly against the desk.
looked at the worksheet like it had personally offended him.
“it’s not even that hard,” she added, softer now. “you just don’t try.”
he glanced up at that.
and instead of arguing, like he usually did, he just watched her for a second longer than necessary.
like he was trying to figure something out.
after that, tutoring became routine.
tuesdays and thursdays after class.
sometimes in empty classrooms.
sometimes in the library when teachers kicked them out for arguing too loudly over verb conjugation.
occasionally over text when louis conveniently “forgot” assignments five minutes before midnight, claiming he was too busy with his idol duties.
most of his messages looked like this:
💬 how do you say “i’m suffering” in spanish
or
💬 if i fail this class i’m blaming you personally btw
and, increasingly:
💬 are you awake
slowly, things changed.
he started showing up on time.
well, almost on time.
he stopped trying to copy directly from her notes and started asking actual questions instead.
sometimes stupid ones.
sometimes surprisingly thoughtful ones.
“why does spanish sound nicer when you say it?”
“because i pronounce things correctly.”
“okay wow.”
there were small things she noticed too.
like how he always brought two drinks without asking what she wanted because he’d already memorized her order.
or how he started saving the seat beside him before she arrived.
or how he looked for her first whenever he walked into a room.
like seeing her there made the rest of the day easier somehow.
one afternoon, rain tapped softly against the classroom windows while louis rested his head dramatically against the desk.
“i’m never understanding this language,” he mumbled.
she glanced over her notes.
“you’re being dramatic again.”
“no bro i’m serious.”
“you literally got an eighty-two on your last quiz.”
he lifted his head slightly.
“only because you explained it.”
“that’s the point of tutoring.”
“no,” he said quietly, still looking away. “i think that’s just you.”
her fingers paused briefly against the page.
now looking at her: “everything makes more sense when you’re around.”
silence settled between them for a moment. comfortable silence. dangerous in a way neither of them wanted to acknowledge yet.
then he smiled suddenly. teasing.
“that sounded smoother in my head.”
she laughed before she could stop herself.
and louis looked unfairly pleased about being the reason.
weeks passed like that.
like they had slipped into each other’s lives without realizing it.
by the time finals approached, louis barely complained about spanish anymore.
their last tutoring session ended later than usual. the school hallways were quiet, sunset spilling warm orange light across the desks.
louis sat beside her this time instead of across from her, one arm lazily resting against the back of her chair while she packed her things.
“so,” he said, “does this mean you’re abandoning me now?”
she zipped her bag closed.
“you passed. my job here is done.”
“tragic.”
she rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.
he noticed immediately.
for a moment, neither of them moved.
then louis spoke again, quieter this time.
“there’s a phrase i learned for you.”
“finally.”
“media naranja.” he said, butchering the pronunciation.
her breath caught slightly at the charming phrase. not because she didn’t know what it meant.
but because he said it.
like it meant something now.
his gaze stayed on her.
“kinda fits, doesn’t it?”
she tilted her head slightly.
“you comparing me to an orange?”
“a meaningful orange.”
that earned a laugh out of her.
and louis looked at her the same way he always did when he managed to make her laugh — like he’d won something.
“you’re ridiculous,” she murmured.
“yeah,” he said easily. “but i’m right.”
the silence afterward felt more awkward than usual somehow.
closer.
his eyes flickered briefly toward her lips before returning to her eyes again.
not subtle at all.
“louis,” she started softly.
“mhm?”
“you’re staring.”
“can you blame me?”
heat rose immediately to her face.
his smile softened at the reaction.
then, slowly, he leaned closer.
just enough to give her time to pull away.
she didn’t.
the kiss felt warm.
gentle,
but nervous and inexperienced.
like something they had both been circling around for weeks without saying it out loud.
when they pulled apart, louis stayed close enough that his forehead brushed lightly against hers.
smiling a little.
“does this mean i officially passed spanish now?”
she laughed quietly. “barely.”
“good enough for me.”
and honestly?
with the way he was looking at her now, soft and fond and entirely too happy with himself
heyy! just finished reading love stoned and oml its soooo cute omd🥹
I was thinking if u do the same for ohyul and louis? Ohyul as ur older brother and he introduces Louis to u cuz yall r same agee and then louis basically falls at first sight bruhh yeah 😇 (I saw a tt abt a fan asking louis his type and he said he liked curly/wavy hair and a bit older like a few months) soo maybe if only u want u could do thisss?? 🙏 (im not a p3d0 guys pls)
This is so cute omg I’m dying🥹🥹 I hope you like it!!
Cutie Pie
► pairing | Louis x Fem!reader
► synopsis | After meeting Louis in person, a slightly awkward start turns into an easy, fun connection. Left alone together, they grow closer—and by the end of the night, exchanging numbers feels like the start of something more.
► word count | 3k
► warnings | none, all fluffy
Your older brother, Ohyul, had always been your person.
Before his debut, the two of you were inseparable—late-night talks, shared meals, stupid jokes that only the two of you understood. If anyone asked, he’d say you were his favorite person without hesitation.
But things changed after debut.
Not in a bad way… just different.
His schedule became packed, his time limited, and the easy, everyday moments you used to share became rare. Still, Ohyul never let that distance settle completely. He tried—really tried.
He’d text you whenever he had a break, send random updates, sometimes even voice messages when he was too tired to type. And when he could, he’d call.
Like tonight.
It was just past midnight when your phone lit up with his name. You had just finished your day, sitting in front of your mirror, gently wiping off your makeup. You didn’t think twice before answering, propping your phone up nearby so he could see you.
On the other end, Ohyul looked exhausted—hair slightly messy, hoodie half-zipped—but he smiled the moment he saw you.
“Hey,” he said, voice a little raspy. “I just got back from practice.”
You smiled softly. “You look dead.”
“I am dead,” he laughed. “But I’m trying to make something and it’s not working.”
Of course he called you for that.
Soon enough, you were walking him through the recipe step by step, occasionally glancing at the screen while continuing your skincare. It felt… normal. Comforting. Like a small piece of how things used to be.
Then suddenly, a figure passed behind him.
You barely registered it at first—until the person came back into frame, leaning slightly to look at the phone.
You paused, hand mid-motion.
The member looked directly at you through the screen, curious.
“Who’s this?” he asked.
Ohyul glanced over before his face lit up in realization. “Oh! That’s my sister, Y/n.” He turned the camera slightly. “Y/n, this is Louis.”
So this was one of the members you’d heard so much about.
You gave a small wave, a little caught off guard. “Hi.”
Louis smiled and waved back, his expression easy and friendly. “Hi.”
You couldn’t help but giggle softly before looking away, a bit shy, returning to what you were doing.
Louis didn’t leave, though.
He stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, casually talking with Ohyul while he finished cooking. Their conversation flowed naturally, and you found yourself listening in, the background noise oddly comforting as you went through your routine.
After a bit, Ohyul finally finished the dish.
He took a bite—and immediately lit up.
“Okay, that’s actually good,” he said, clearly impressed.
Louis grabbed a bite too, nodding in approval.
Ohyul suddenly picked up the phone and brought it closer to his face, still chewing. “Thanks, Y/n, for the help.”
You laughed at the sight. “Anytime. Night, Yul.”
“Night,” he said softly.
Then, without warning, he turned the camera toward Louis.
Louis blinked for a second before smiling again. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight to you too,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips.
There was a brief moment—just a second—where he held your gaze through the screen before you ended the call.
The line went quiet.
Ohyul slipped his phone into his pocket, grabbing another bite of food, but he noticed Louis hadn’t moved.
He glanced over. “What?”
Louis hesitated for a second before leaning slightly closer, lowering his voice.
“How old is your sister?”
Ohyul raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk forming on his face. “She’s a couple months older than you. Why?”
Louis immediately shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “No reason.”
The answer came out way too fast.
“Okay… goodnight,” he added quickly before turning and heading off toward his room almost immediately.
Ohyul watched him go, the smirk still lingering.
Yeah… sure. No reason.
He chuckled quietly to himself before heading to his own room, already knowing this probably wouldn’t be the last time your name came up.
From that point on, it became a pattern.
Every time Ohyul called you… Louis just happened to be there.
At first, it felt like coincidence.
A quick wave in the background. A casual “oh, hey” as he passed by. Maybe a short comment before disappearing again.
But then it kept happening.
And happening.
Soon, it wasn’t unusual for you to see him leaning against the counter beside Ohyul, or sitting just out of frame but clearly listening. He’d greet you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Hey, Y/n.”
Sometimes he’d even join the conversation—throwing in small jokes, asking random questions, reacting to whatever you and Ohyul were talking about.
And every single time, he’d brush it off the same way.
“I was just walking by.”
“I was getting water.”
“I didn’t even know you were on the phone.”
Right.
You weren’t sure if Ohyul noticed.
But you definitely did.
Still… you didn’t mind.
If anything, you found yourself expecting it—glancing at the screen a little longer, waiting to see if he’d pop into frame. And when he did, it always pulled a small smile out of you.
One night, after another long day for both of you, Ohyul called again.
It wasn’t a long conversation this time—just a quick check-in. Making sure you ate, asking how your day went, the usual.
And, of course, Louis was there.
Leaning casually against the counter, nodding along as you talked, occasionally chiming in with a comment that made you laugh.
It felt… easy.
Like he’d always been part of these calls.
Eventually, Ohyul checked the time and sighed. “I should sleep.”
“Yeah, you look like you’re about to pass out,” you teased.
“Wow. Thanks.”
You smiled. “Goodnight, Yul.”
“Night,” he said softly.
Louis leaned closer to the camera slightly. “Goodnight, Y/n.”
“Goodnight,” you replied, your voice just as soft.
The call ended.
The dorm fell quiet again, the faint hum of the kitchen lights filling the space.
Right on cue, Woojin stepped out of his room, running a hand through his hair as he headed toward the kitchen.
He slowed when he saw Louis still standing there.
“…Louis,” he started, squinting slightly. “Why are you always in Ohyul’s phone when he’s calling his sister?”
Louis didn’t even look at him.
He just rolled his eyes, grabbing a glass like the question didn’t deserve an answer.
“I’m not,” he muttered.
Woojin gave him a look. “You literally are.”
Silence.
Then, from behind them, Ohyul spoke up—voice laced with amusement.
“You know…” he said slowly, watching Louis with a knowing smile. “If you like her, you can just meet her.”
Louis froze.
Actually froze.
His eyes went wide as he turned to look at Ohyul. “Really?” he asked, the surprise in his voice just a little too dramatic to be believable.
Ohyul let out a small laugh. “Yeah. Next time we have a day off, I’ll take you over.”
He shrugged like it was nothing.
Like he didn’t just flip a switch in Louis’s brain.
“Oh,” Louis said, quickly trying to recover. “Yeah. Sure. Cool.”
But he couldn’t hide it completely.
Not from Ohyul.
Not from Woojin.
Because the moment Ohyul looked away, Louis turned slightly, biting back a grin—something bright and uncontrollable building in his chest.
Because the truth was…
From the very first time he saw you on that screen, he thought you were stunning.
But it didn’t stop there.
Not even close.
Through those “accidental” calls, he’d started noticing everything else—the way you laughed at your own jokes, how easily you talked, how you made even simple conversations feel warm and alive. You were creative, quick-witted, effortlessly yourself in a way that pulled people in without trying.
And somehow, without meaning to…
He’d started looking forward to those calls.
Waiting for them.
Finding reasons to be there.
Now?
Now he had an actual chance to meet you.
For real.
And suddenly, that felt a lot more nerve-wracking than just watching you through a screen.
Soon, the time finally came.
It was a Friday, and you had just finished a long day at school. You sat on the bus ride home, half-zoned out as you scrolled on your phone, when a notification popped up.
From Ohyul.
I’m coming over today with a surprise.
Your tired expression immediately softened into a smile.
You didn’t even hesitate, quickly typing back a short reply, your excitement already building. You had a feeling you knew what the “surprise” was—but even the possibility made your chest feel a little lighter.
The ride home suddenly felt way too long.
As soon as you got home, you didn’t waste any time.
You headed straight to the shower, letting the warm water wash away the exhaustion from the day. Afterward, you changed into something comfy—but still cute—without overthinking it too much.
Still, you caught yourself fixing your hair just a little more than usual before heading out to the living room.
And then you waited.
You tried to distract yourself—scrolling on your phone, flipping through channels—but your attention kept drifting back to the door.
Every little sound made you look up.
Until finally—
Knock knock.
You were off the couch instantly, practically running to the door.
The second you opened it, your face lit up.
“Ohyul!”
You threw your arms around him without hesitation, pulling him into a tight hug as he laughed, stumbling slightly as you dragged him inside.
“I missed you too,” he said, his voice warm and familiar.
You pulled back, looking up at him with a grin. “What’s the surprise?”
Before he could answer, you heard footsteps behind him—the soft sound of the door closing.
You leaned slightly to the side, peeking around him.
And there he was.
“Louis?” Your smile widened instantly.
He stood there, a little more reserved than you’d expected, giving you a small, slightly shy wave. “Hi.”
For a second, you just looked at him—really looked at him.
Then you blinked.
“You’re… way taller than I thought.”
Louis let out a small, nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I get that a lot.”
Ohyul snorted softly beside him before lifting a bag in his hand. “I brought food.”
That immediately grabbed your attention.
“Awesome!” you said brightly, already turning and heading back toward the living room.
The three of you settled onto the couch, the food spread out on the table.
Most of the conversation flowed between you and Ohyul at first—catching up, talking about school, his schedule, random little things you’d both missed.
Louis sat beside you, quieter now, occasionally chiming in but mostly listening.
Ohyul noticed.
Of course he did.
After a few minutes, he suddenly stood up.
“I’ll be back.”
Before either of you could question it, he was already walking off—too quickly to be casual.
You blinked.
“…Okay?”
And just like that, it was just you and Louis.
The room fell into a quiet, slightly awkward silence.
Louis shifted beside you, adjusting his posture, then his hands, then looking anywhere but directly at you.
You watched him for a moment.
Then you couldn’t help it—you let out a small laugh.
“You okay, Louis?”
You scooted a little closer, your tone light and teasing rather than concerned.
He straightened immediately. “Y-yeah. I’m fine,” he said quickly, nodding with a small smile.
You tilted your head slightly, studying him.
“That’s funny,” you said. “You seemed pretty eager to talk to me over the phone.”
Louis froze for half a second.
You noticed.
Of course you did.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck again. “I’m sorry…”
The reaction only made you laugh a little more, softer this time.
“It’s okay,” you said, reaching over to pat his shoulder gently. “I’m not complaining.”
That seemed to ease him—just a little.
You leaned back into the couch. “So… how’s your day off been?”
And just like that, the tension began to melt.
The conversation slowly shifted—softer, more natural.
Louis started answering more fully, then asking questions of his own. About school, your hobbies, the things you liked to do when you weren’t busy.
And the more you talked, the more comfortable he became.
Still…
There was something different now.
Being here, sitting next to you like this—close enough to notice the small details he’d never been able to see through a screen—it made his heart race in a way he wasn’t prepared for.
The way you smiled when you talked.
The way your eyes lit up over small things.
It was overwhelming.
In a good way.
He tried to act normal, but his heartbeat was so loud he was almost convinced you could hear it.
And maybe you couldn’t hear it—
But you definitely noticed something.
The faint redness creeping across his cheeks.
The tips of his ears turning pink.
You glanced at him for a moment, a small smile forming.
You didn’t say anything.
But you definitely thought it.
Cute.
After a while, you started to notice something.
Ohyul still hadn’t come back.
You frowned slightly, glancing down the hallway before looking back at Louis.
“…Is he taking a shit or something?” Louis muttered under his breath.
You blinked—then immediately burst out laughing.
“Probably,” you said, covering your mouth as you giggled.
“I’ll be right back.”
You got up from the couch and made your way down the hallway, your curiosity getting the better of you.
The bathroom door was wide open.
Empty.
You raised an eyebrow.
“…Okay.”
You continued down the hall, stopping when you noticed your bedroom door closed. That alone was weird enough to make you pause.
Slowly, you pushed it open.
And there he was.
Ohyul, sprawled across your bed like he owned it—completely passed out.
You stared at him for a second.
“Are you serious?” you whispered, disbelief clear in your voice.
A quiet laugh slipped out as you shook your head, stepping back and gently closing the door behind you.
Unbelievable.
When you walked back into the living room, Louis immediately looked up.
He caught the smile on your face.
“What?” he asked.
You tried to hold it in—but failed.
“He’s asleep.”
Louis blinked. “Actually?”
“Yup.” You dropped back onto the couch beside him with a small shrug. “So… it’s just you and me for a while.”
There was a small pause.
Then Louis smiled.
And even though he tried to keep it subtle, you could tell—he was way happier about that than he was letting on.
The two of you fell back into conversation easily.
Easier than before.
The awkwardness from earlier was completely gone now, replaced with something softer… more comfortable.
At some point, that turned into playing games together.
You ended up on Roblox, sitting side by side, your shoulders occasionally brushing as you leaned closer to see each other’s screens.
Louis laughed when you died—loud and unapologetic.
“You’re so bad at this,” he teased.
“Oh my—okay, Mr. Adopt Me, explain why all your pets are trash,” you shot back.
“HEY—”
The banter went back and forth, light and easy, both of you laughing more than actually focusing on the game.
Time passed without either of you noticing.
Eventually, the games faded into a movie.
You both settled into the couch, the room quieter now, lit only by the soft glow of the screen.
It was calm.
Comfortable.
You glanced over at him.
At the exact same time—he looked at you too.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then you broke the silence.
“Can I get your number?”
Your tone was casual—like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Louis, however, nearly short-circuited.
“What—? Oh—yeah! Yeah, of course—” he fumbled, already reaching for his phone, his movements just a little too quick.
The blush came back instantly—stronger this time, spreading across his cheeks and up to his ears.
You giggled as you exchanged numbers, watching him try to play it off.
“You’re adorable, Louis,” you said, shaking your head lightly.
He froze.
Completely caught off guard.
How were you this confident?
Right on cue, footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Ohyul appeared, dragging his feet, hair messy, eyes half-lidded from sleep.
He took one look at the two of you.
“…Have you guys kissed yet so we can go?”
“HYUNG—!” Louis practically yelled, jumping up from the couch in embarrassment.
You laughed, leaning back into the cushions.
Ohyul just smirked.
“But we do have to go,” he added, rubbing his eye. “Our CEO’s been waiting outside for a bit.”
Louis’s eyes widened. “Wait—what?!”
He scrambled to grab his things, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed to the door. But just before leaving, he paused—turning back to you.
For a moment, he looked less nervous.
More… genuine.
“It was really nice meeting you, Y/n,” he said. “I’ll text you later.”
You smiled. “I’ll be waiting.”
That was all it took.
He turned quickly, slipping on his shoes and hurrying out the door.
You and Ohyul shared a small laugh before you walked him out too.
You pulled him into a quick hug.
“See you,” he said, ruffling your hair.
“Ugh, stop,” you groaned, lightly punching his shoulder.
He just grinned before heading out.
The door clicked shut.
The apartment fell quiet again.
You walked back to the couch, dropping down into your spot, your phone already in your hand.
You stared at his contact for a second.
Then smiled.
He was different in person.
Still confident in his own way—but softer, more nervous… more real.
And honestly?
It made him even cuter.
You leaned back, letting out a quiet laugh to yourself.
Yeah.
You were definitely going to talk to him more.
Meanwhile, outside—
Louis sat in the car, staring down at his phone like it held all the answers to life.
Your contact.
Your name.
Your number.
He let out a quiet breath, running a hand through his hair.
You were nothing like he expected.
You were better.
Brighter. Bolder. Impossible not to notice.
And the way you looked at him—
He shook his head quickly, a small smile breaking through despite himself.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he muttered under his breath.
But even as he said it, his thumb hovered over your contact.
genre: fluff, romcom, slice of life, established relationship
sum. A soft birthday story where you surprised Louis, who just wanted a normal day...
It’s barely sunrise when you wake up to the quiet sound of movement in the kitchen.
For a second, you think you’re imagining it—Louis had insisted the night before that he wasn’t doing anything for his birthday. “Just a normal day,” he’d said, shrugging like it wasn't something worth making a big deal out of.
But of course, he was already awake.
You drag yourself out of bed, still half-asleep, and follow the faint clinking noises. When you reach the doorway, you pause.
He’s standing there in an oversized hoodie, hair messy, squinting at the stove like it personally offended him. There’s flour on his cheek—flour, somehow, and he’s holding a spatula like he’s negotiating with it.
“...Louis?”
He startles so hard he nearly drops it. “You weren’t supposed to be up yet.”
You lean against the doorframe, amused. “It’s my line. It’s your birthday.”
He looks away, ears a little red. “Yeah, well… I thought I’d make breakfast.”
You glance at the counter. It’s… chaotic. Eggs, batter, something that might’ve been pancakes in a past life.
“And this,” you say carefully, “was your plan?”
“It was going better in my head,” he mutters.
You laugh softly and walk over, reaching up to wipe the flour off his cheek with your thumb. He freezes for a moment, then relaxes, watching you in that quiet way he always does, like you’re the only thing worth focusing on.
“You don’t have to do this,” you say. “You’re supposed to be the one being spoiled today.”
He tilts his head. “I like doing things for you.”
There’s no hesitation in his voice. No teasing. Just simple, honest truth. That alone makes your chest feel a little too full.
You sigh dramatically. “Fine. But at least let me help before you accidentally burn the house down.”
“I was not—”
You reach past him and turn off the stove before the pan can prove him wrong.
He huffs, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.
The two of you end up working side by side, fixing his… attempt at breakfast. It’s messy, a little chaotic, but comfortable. Every now and then your hands brush, or he leans a little too close to check something that absolutely does not need checking.
At one point, you catch him staring again.
“What?” you ask.
“Nothing.”
“Louis.”
He hesitates, then shrugs. “It just feels nice.”
“Making lopsided pancakes?”
“No,” he says quietly. “Being here. With you.”
That does it.
You don’t even think—you just step closer and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his hoodie. He stiffens for half a second before immediately melting into it, arms circling you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Happy birthday,” you mumble against him.
He laughs softly, resting his chin on your head. “You’re supposed to say that after I wake up.”
“You were already up.”
“…Right.”
You pull back just enough to look at him. “I have something planned, you know.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Should I be concerned?”
“Very.”
He smiles. one of those real ones, not the teasing kind. The kind that makes his eyes soften and everything else feel a little quieter.
“Then I’m looking forward to it.”
You almost feel bad—almost—remembering how he said he just wanted a normal day.
"I think you'll regret saying that..."
"Oh no... what did you plan...?"
You cleared your throat, dramatically. "Alright, riddle time!"
"I go up and down.."
"Elevator?"
"Nope. I make your heart race..."
"You. OH playing minecraft with you at home!" Louis excitedly jumped up and down.
"No bruh I'm not done with my riddle."
"What is it, just tell me pleeeeaseeeee" he pleaded.
"I also twist and turn, and will keep you on the edge of your seat! What am I?"
There's a pause.
Louis blinks. "...No, you did not.."
You tilt your head innocently. "No?"
"No," he repeats, already shaking his head in fear. "Absolutely not." he said curtly.
"You didn't even answer my riddle."
"I don't need to," he says, pointing at you accusingly. "It's a roller coaster."
You try to keep a straight face. "It could be something else."
"It's definitely not something else."
"Well, it could be."
"It's not," he insists, voice rising slightly. "You said up and down, twist and turn. What else could that even be?"
You shrug. "It could be downhill karting?"
"Be serious."
You can’t hold it in anymore—you start laughing. His eyes widen. “You are serious.”
“Surprise... Happy birthday?” you offer weakly with a sheepish smile.
“Y/n.”
You reach for his hand. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“No, it won’t,” he says immediately. “It’ll be terrifying.”
“You haven’t even tried it.”
“I’ve seen videos,” he shoots back. “People scream. That’s not a good sign.”
“That’s the fun part.”
“For you.”
You step closer, tugging his hand gently. “I’ll be with you the whole time.” “That doesn’t change the fact that it goes upside down.”
“Not all of them!”
“You didn’t say which one.”
“…Okay, that’s fair.”
He squints at you. “You’re evil.” You beam. “And yet you’re still coming with me.”
He hesitates.
You can see the exact moment he debates it—fear versus you.
“…Do I have a choice?” he asks finally. You squeeze his hand. “Nope.”
He sighs, dramatically dropping his head back against the couch. “If I scream, I’m blaming you.”
“You’re definitely going to scream.”
“I am not—”
You raise an eyebrow.
“…Okay, maybe a little,” he mutters.
You grin and pull him up. “That’s fine. I’ll scream louder so no one notices.”
He lets himself be dragged along, still complaining under his breath, but his fingers tighten around yours like he’s not planning to let go anytime soon.
“…You’re holding my hand the entire time,” he adds. You glance at him. “Of course.” “…Even on the big one?”
You smile, softer now. “Especially on the big one.”
He exhales, somewhere between nervous and fond. “…Okay,” he says quietly. “Then maybe it won’t be that bad.”
“See?” you tease. “You’re already getting braver.” “Don’t push it.”
"Heh I guess it's not such a normal day after all." you teased.
"Yeah... this definitely isn't just a normal day." He huffs softly, not letting go of your hand.
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a/n: i referenced from that one 4SHOBOSHOW episode 😂...
ANDDD HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS (a lil late oops)
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Summary: You’re live in the studio practicing but forget to tell your boyfriend and he walks in
Pairing: idol!louis x idol!reader
Wc: 359 + 2 pics
a/n: not proofread.
You and Louis are under the same company and have been dating for almost 2 months. You should’ve known to tell him you were going live, but you thought it would be okay since it was late and he wouldn’t just show up.
You couldn’t have been more wrong.
You were in the middle of practicing choreo, over and over till you got it perfected. After finally perfecting it you started doing dance challenges, and lngshot, just so happened to be one of them. Right after doing moya, Louis walked in and held up a bag. “Baby I got us snacks” he said unknowingly, the comments went wild and while panicking you quickly ended the live. “Louis, baby, I was live..”
“Shit” he said walking over to you, dropping the snacks by the door. Tears formed in your eyes, being an idol yourself you knew how fans could get. “Um, hey it’s gonna be okay, alright? It’s gonna be okay” Louis placed a kiss on your forehead and gave you a hug.
Time skip
When you woke up the next day, there were numerous comments, videos, and posts about you and Louis. You continued the day as you always would but after practice you got called to see your manager. Louis was there. Of course. You were scared that you guys were going to be forced to break up. Not only really liking Louis, you and the guys were also good friends too. You’d be devastated to have to end things. ‘It’s not gonna be bad’ you kept telling yourself as you sat down. Looking over at Louis you could tell he was silently panicking as well. Sure you’re under a good company, but the way your relationship ended up getting out was just dumb. “I’m just gonna say this,” Jay started. “You two can go public properly, as long as you don’t do anything stupid on camera. Once something’s out on the internet it’s out for good, even if deleted. Do this the right way.” After thanking him, you guys walk back to your studios. On the way there you grabbed Louis’ hand, sneaking in a picture.
a/n: not sure how I feel about this but lmk your thoughts!!
summary: no one could replace y/n(she/her) , and he had been a fool to ever think they could
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Louis stared at the ceiling, his heart heavy with every beat. He had been everywhere—Amsterdam, Tokyo, LAX—but none of it felt right. No matter how far he went, how many cities he saw, he couldn’t escape the emptiness inside him.
“I went to Amsterdam without you,” he muttered to himself, the lyrics running through his mind, matching the memories. “And all I could do was think about you…”
He rolled over, grabbing his phone and scrolling through old photos of you. Smiling, laughing… home. He hadn’t realized how much he missed you until he was surrounded by all these people, none of them you. No one could replace you, and he had been a fool to ever think they could.
“I went to Tokyo to let it go,” he whispered, his thumb tracing the screen as another photo of you popped up. “Drink after drink, but I still felt alone.” He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes. “I should’ve known…”
Louis had tried running. From the pain, from the memories, from you. But no matter where he went, it was always you in his thoughts. Always your smile that haunted him, your laugh that echoed in his ears. He could see it in every face he passed, looking for a piece of you in every stranger, but no one compared.
“I went to so many places,” he sang softly to himself, his voice cracking with the emotion building inside him. “Looking for you in their faces… I could feel it, oh, I can feel it.”
His head dropped into his hands, frustration filling him. How could he have been so stupid? So blind? You had always been the one, and now, it was too late. He had let you go, thinking he could chase some high, some feeling that didn’t exist. But it was you. It had always been you.
“I’m wastin’ my time,” he admitted to the empty room, feeling the weight of the truth in his chest. “When it was always you, always you.”
He picked up his phone again, his thumb hovering over your contact. He had kept your number, always too scared to delete it, even when he thought he’d moved on. But now, he knew. He’d never moved on. He could travel the world, but home would always be wherever you were.
“Should’ve never let you go…” His voice was barely a whisper as he stared at the screen, debating whether to call you. You might not even pick up. It had been so long.
But he couldn’t go another day without trying. Not when he knew he had made the biggest mistake of his life.
With a shaky breath, Louis pressed call, his heart pounding in his chest as it rang. One ring. Two rings. Just as he was about to hang up, your voice answered, soft and confused.
“Louis?”
His heart stuttered at the sound of your voice. It was like coming up for air after drowning for so long. “It’s always been you,” he blurted out, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m sorry, I should’ve never let you go. I don’t know what I was thinking, but… God, I miss you. I miss us.”
You were silent for a moment, and he could almost hear your mind racing on the other end of the line. “Louis… why now? After all this time?”
“I’ve been everywhere,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “But none of it mattered. I went from LAX to Heathrow, and nothing felt like home because you weren’t there. I’m sorry. I was chasing something, but… it was always you. Always.”
There was another pause, and Louis held his breath, praying you would give him a second chance.
“I’ve missed you too,” you finally said, your voice soft and a little broken, like you had been waiting for this moment as much as he had.
Louis exhaled in relief, a smile breaking through the tears he hadn’t realized were there. “I’ll make it right this time,” he promised. “I won’t waste any more time. It’s always been you, and I’ll never let you go again.”
“I hope so,” you whispered, but Louis could hear the hope in your voice.
“I’ll see you soon,” he said, his heart racing with excitement, the weight on his chest finally lifting. “I’m coming home.”
And for the first time in a long time, Louis knew exactly where home was. It wasn’t a city, or a place—it was you. Always you.
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