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SAY IT BACK ─── lngshot.

sყnopsis ⋮ pranking your poor boyfriend into not saying that you love them too. ᘏᘏ ot4 x gn!reader, petnames, profanities, straight up crack.

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You were spread out on the bed like a feast, legs shoved wide open as your two boyfriends buried their faces between your thighs. They were absolutely feral for your pussy. One boyfriend shoved his tongue deep inside your dripping hole, fucking you with it in messy, hungry strokes while the other latched onto your swollen clit and sucked hard. They kept aggressively bumping heads, growling and shoving at each other like they were fighting over who got to devour you first.

“Fuck, she tastes so fucking good,” one of them groaned, the deep vibration making your clit throb. The other pushed his face in right beside him, their tongues sliding sloppily together as they both licked and sucked at your soaked folds. They were making out with each other right against your pussy — tongues tangling, swapping your juices back and forth in wet, filthy kisses while they ate you alive. It was so nasty.

Thick strings of your cream and their spit were dripping down your ass as they devoured you. One would suck noisily on your clit while the other tongue-fucked your cunt, then they’d switch, sometimes pulling back just to spit on your pussy before diving back in. Both of them were moaning and grunting loudly into your cunt like starving animals, the sounds wet and obscene. Their stubble scraped against your sensitive skin as they fought for every drop.

One boyfriend locked his mouth around your clit and sucked hard, flicking his tongue rapidly while shoving two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them against your g-spot. The other kept his tongue flat and wide, licking messily from your asshole all the way up to your clit. You were shaking, thighs squeezing around their heads as you got closer. “Don’t stop— fuck, I’m gonna cum—” you cried, grinding desperately against their faces.

They went even harder. One sucked viciously on your clit while the other tongue-fucked you deep and fast, both of them moaning and growling into your pussy. The overwhelming pleasure hit you like a freight train. You came hard, gushing all over their tongues as they fought to drink every drop, licking and slurping noisily through your orgasm.

Even after you started twitching from overstimulation, they kept going — lazily licking up every creamy drop, occasionally kissing each other with your cum still coating their tongues and dripping down their chins. When they finally pulled back, their faces were a shiny, fucked-out mess, lips swollen and glistening.

LNGSHOT x reader ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

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Genre: Fluff

Summary: First kiss with Lngshot members.

A/n: Not proofread sorryy, I felt pretty bold on Ohyul’s part 🥹✌️

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Ohyul 

“Ohyul?” You say, walking inside the dark studio that only had a few lights on, with a plastic bag full of snacks in hand. You had texted Ryul earlier asking if Ohyul was with him and the others since he wasn’t replying to your texts, but Ryul only texted back that Ohyul had ended up staying back at the studio. 

You hear a muffled sound coming from a room, sounding like a certain song you've been hearing Ohyul humming to lately. You open the door to immediately recognize it was Ohyul sitting down with his back facing you. 

You saw how focused he was, gently nodding his head to the beat, holding onto the headphones on his head with one hand. 

You walk towards him, tilting your head slightly, with a smile on your face once Ohyul turns to the side more than once, completely surprised as to why you were here. 

He immediately takes off the headphones, setting them on his neck, lowering the music that was playing on them, but not pausing it. 

“Baby, what are you doing here?” Ohyul says, sounding surprised, as he stands up immediately from the chair he was sitting on. 

“I came to see you, duh.” You say, smiling, then holding up the plastic bag that you specifically brought for Ohyul since you practically have to remind him every day to eat since he’s so focused working on new mixtapes.

“I brought your favorite snacks," you say, raising your eyebrows with a bright smile on your face as Ohyul looks at the bag, then at you in awe. 

Instead of Ohyul saying something, he embraces you in a tight hug, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on top of yours. You hugged him back, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

You were enjoying the moment until a few minutes had passed and you could feel Ohyul practically hugging you tighter by the minute. You loved long hugs from Ohyul, but you could tell something was up. 

“Ohyul, are you okay?” You muttered quietly, slowly pulling away from the hug to look at him. He softly smiles, avoiding your eyes and looking down at the floor instead, with his hands on your waist still. 

“Are you sure?” You ask him, raising your hand to grab his chin, slightly lifting him by his chin for him to look at you. 

You hear Ohyul sigh, finally meeting your eyes. "I've just been really stressed, and I feel like I'm going to end up taking it out on you…” He says. 

“Baby, even if you took it out on me, I wouldn't care. If it helps you distress… then go for it!” You say, smiling.

You hear Ohyul finally chuckle, with a bright smile on his face. Now that you think of it, you haven't really heard Ohyul laugh as much over the past few days.

Suddenly, you see Ohyul getting closer to you, looking at your lips, then feeling Ohyul's lips on yours. 

Your lips move in sync with his, his lips feeling soft against yours. You feel Ohyuls' hands go down to your lower hips, keeping them there. 

Ohyul slowly pulled away, smirking at the expression on your face. You couldn’t process what had just happened, but it felt so right.

“What was that for?” You mutter, making eye contact with Ohyul but instantly looking back down, noticing how flustered you really were now. 

Ohyul shrugs with that same stupid smirk still plastered on his face. “Helped me de-stress," he simply says, giving you a quick pat on your ass. 

Ryul

“Ryul, if you make a mess on my bed, we're eating in your bed next time," you warn him as you both lie against the headboard with your food in hand. 

"Chill, didn't you drop some of your McFlurry on my bed last time?” Ryul remarks with a smirk playing on his lips, noticing how silent you got. 

“That was an accident! And you were literally tickling me; it was your fault!” You say in defense, grabbing your laptop to watch Ryul’s favorite show that he put you on to. 

“My fault?! You should know how much I like tickling you by now—" Ryul says before you cut him off and slap his hand away, noticing how he was taking some of your fries.

"I'm not putting Naruto on," you warned him, giving him a look before he removed his hand and stood quiet. You smirked to yourself before pressing play and laying your head against Ryul’s shoulder. 

"You're so bossy." Ryul says with a slight smirk, before grabbing a fry from his own stack and shoving it into his mouth. 

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You and Ryul had been watching Naruto for who knows how long, as you had finished your fries a while ago. You know you told Ryul earlier that he had his own stack of fries to grab from, which was still on his plate surprisingly?

Ryul was so focused on the show, as you were focused on the show and his fries. You decided maybe if you only grabbed one he wouldn't notice?

You sat up a little before sneaking your hand towards his plate, your focus supposedly being on the laptop playing in front of you. 

You were so close before you felt a grip on your wrist. You slowly side-eyed Ryul as he was already looking at you with a smirk. “Don’t you have your own fries?” He says sarcastically with a smirk on his lips. 

You sigh, removing your hand from his grip. “Quit being sarcastic; you know I'm a fast eater. And I just want one!” You say, looking at the fries and then back at Ryul. 

Suddenly, you see Ryul grab a fry and put it between his lips, holding it with his teeth. “Earn it then." He mumbles, pointing towards the fry against his lips, letting out a laugh at your reaction, shaking his head.

You scoff before pressing your lips against his, biting down on half of the fry that was sticking out earlier, your hands on Ryul's shoulders. 

You pull away, chewing on half of the fry you took from Ryul, your attention fully on the laptop playing in front of you. Until you noticed how still and quiet Ryul was. 

You turned your head slightly, seeing Ryul just staring at you, the tips of his ears slightly red, his mouth slightly parted with the other half of the fry still between his teeth. 

You laughed at how flustered he looked. “Are you okay?” You ask him, taking the opportunity to grab another one of his fries, shoving it in your mouth. 

Ryul finally snaps out of it, finally chewing on the small half of the fry, investigating your face in amusement while glancing down at your lips. 

“You do realize that was the first time our lips ever touched…right?” Ryul says, pointing towards his lips while looking at yours. 

"Yeah, but it's not like we haven't shared water bottles before." You say, tilting your head slightly confused before grabbing another fry from his stack.

Before you could even grab the fry from the stack, you feel Ryul grab you by your chin, just for you to be face-to-face with him, your cheeks slightly turning pink from how close your face was to his. 

“Do it again, but longer this time," Ryul says, smirking, looking at your eyes, then at your lips, his hands finding their way to your waist. 

Woojin

You and Woojin had decided to get some snacks from the convenience store, even though it was practically midnight…

“Woojin, you bought like… the whole store!” You say, lifting up the two plastic bags full of junk food, most of it being Woojin's. 

“Yeah, but that's why I have you to help me finish them." "Woojin says, turning his head to the side, but you knew him too well already; he only looks away when he rolls his eyes. 

You glare at him, looking at the hat he always wears with basically every outfit before smirking to yourself. 

"Woojin, could you help me with these?” You ask, pretending to struggle with the two bags, one in each hand. 

“Yeah, sure," Woojin says softly, taking the bags from your hand, holding both in one hand, as if he wasn't being sassy to you just a few seconds ago. 

"Thanks," you say, looking at his face then at his hat, taking the advantage and yanking it off of his head and running away. 

You hear Woojin say something, but you can't hear properly due to your laughter. You turn back to see Woojin running after you, his hair flowing everywhere without his hat on. 

“Next time, don't roll your eyes at me!” You say sticking your tongue out at him before you see him pick up his speed, knowing that you were already done for since you were always known as one to be the opposite of athletic. 

You feel your waist being grabbed by two arms, instantly stopping you from running, feeling Woojin hold you in his arms as you try to get out of his grip. 

“Let go!” You say attempting to sound annoyed, but you just ended up laughing through your sentence. 

“You know when it comes to you I roll my eyes on purpose." He says, emphasizing "purpose," taking the advantage, and grabbing his hat out of your grip since you were too busy laughing. 

“That doesn't mean you still have to do it?!” You say you feel Woojin let go of his grip on you, and you turn around to face him, Woojin's hands still on your waist but holding onto you firmly. 

“I like seeing you get all annoyed though," he says smirking, letting go of your waist, holding his hat up. 

You see Woojin lift his hat up over your head, just for him to put it on your head. He carefully places it on your head, looking way too focused on fixing the placement of it on your head. 

“If you like it that much, wear it," Woojin says, patting you on your head after fixing the placement of the hat on your head.

“Please, you're the one who wears it every single day. It’s literally a third wheel when we go on dates." You say, hearing Woojin laugh.

“Third wheel?! It's like our child," he says, putting his hands over his chest, pretending to sound affectionate as you just look at him, silence taking over as he realizes you didn't laugh. 

"That's kinda… weird?” You say before placing your arms over his shoulder, taking a step closer. "Don't worry though, no one else will ever be able to deal with your kind of weirdness except me.” You say confidently, smiling, seeing Woojin just stare at you. 

It wasn’t a typical stare, though, that he always gives you. He was serious this time, staring at you, like he was looking at something so amusing. 

You let out a soft chuckle, tilting your head slightly. “What? What's wrong?” You say smiling, though you were more confused than ever. 

You see Woojin observe your face, then looking at your lips, but what made you more nervous was that he didn't look away from your lips. 

Suddenly, you see Woojin lean forward before feeling his lips on yours, his hands on either side of your waist, one hand still holding the two bags on his wrist, your arms still slung over his shoulders but immediately wrapping around his neck. 

The kiss was slow and soft at first, completely forgetting that you and Woojin were still in public, but your focus was only on Woojin right now. 

You kissed Woojin back passionately, feeling him squeeze your waist a few times, not really knowing why, but you kind of liked it. 

After what felt like a few seconds, but in reality was probably more than five minutes, you pull away from Woojin's lips slowly, looking up at him.

You see his cheeks were flushed, which caused you to let out a little giggle, since seeing Woojin flushed was not something so common. 

You quickly glanced around the sidewalk that you and Woojin were on, noticing it was luckily just the two of you, the lights of the streets on, with most lights from buildings being turned off due to it being past midnight. 

"You're lucky we're the only ones here; if not, your cheeks would've been ten times more red than they are now," you teased Woojin as he groaned. 

“Do you seriously have to bring that up?” He says, instantly grabbing his cheeks, putting his hands over them as you laugh at him. 

“Relax, I'm just messing with you. You're pretty cute when you're red." You say, trying to remove his hands from hiding his cheeks, winking at him playfully. 

“Stopp” Woojin says, groaning again, investigating your face until he notices your ears. “What about you? Your ears seem pretty red to me." He says, your teasing act instantly dropping, as you cover your ears, realizing now he's the one teasing you.

Louis

“Louis, you know we're going to get in trouble because of you, right?” "You say," gesturing to the mess Louis made of flour on the kitchen table. 

Louis just shrugs casually, playing with the “dough” that he made for the cookies. “Ohyul always makes a bigger mess when he’s cooking. Plus, I'm gonna clean it up, but only because you're here," he says. 

“Is this supposed to be the texture of dough?” Louis says, raising his hands, the supposed “dough” dripping off of his hands. 

You almost let out a snort, remembering how confident he was talking earlier, saying that cookies were so easy to make. "Dough's not supposed to be sticky…” you say, grabbing some, the dough immediately sticking onto your fingers. 

You sigh, grabbing Louis's hands, taking off the dough that was stuck on his fingers. “How about I take over this part and you just… preheat the oven," you say, not wanting to hurt Louis's feelings, but you'd much rather take over this part. 

(Mini time skip) 

You were kneading the dough, which seemed like the right consistency for cookies now, while Louis stood next to you, watching you knead the dough, saying he was taking “notes” for next time, but you mainly felt him staring at you instead. 

“Could you scratch my nose?” You ask, turning to face him, slightly lifting your head more up. You feel Louis' finger on your nose, gently scratching at the tip of your nose. 

You feel Louis stop, but his finger is still on your nose. You looked up at him with a confused expression on your face. “What's wrong?” You say, seeing Louis look down at your lips for a split second before looking up at you. 

You pretended not to notice, hearing Louis clear his throat and removing his finger from your nose. “You got flour on your nose." He says, hearing his voice slightly crack, as he focuses on grabbing a wet napkin. 

You go back to kneading the dough, focusing on the texture of it before feeling your head being tilted to the right, Louis grabbing you by your chin carefully, his full attention on your nose, wiping it gently with the napkin. 

You look at Louis, studying his facial expression, and see how focused he was on cleaning your nose. Now that you think of it, you realize how close your face was to Louis’. 

You feel the tips of your ears turn red as Louis slowly stops cleaning your nose, looking up at you, meeting your eyes. 

Suddenly, it felt like you both had forgotten about baking, and the way your hands were still on the dough but not kneading. 

You see Louis look down at your lips again as you look down at his, looking back up at him, seeing him slowly lean in. 

Your lips slowly meet each other before Louis presses his lips against yours. 

Your lips move in sync with his, his hand still on your chin, as his other finds its way to your waist. 

You both slowly pull away, looking at each other, noticing Louis's cheeks were just as red as yours. 

You break the silence with a soft laugh. “I thought we were supposed to be focusing on baking." You say, slightly kneading the dough again, trying to keep your cool. 

“Give me another one and then I'll focus back to baking," Louis says, still standing there looking at you, like he’s too stunted to move, hearing his voice that sounds half serious.

the boiz get a bit jealous/left out when their own member lowk ditches them in concerts, events or even like hang outs to be with diff groups (can be any group/s u want :]) cuz already close friends with them & the boiz finally have a chat about it!

be creative and free & take ur time tysm! 🔥🔥

EVERYWHERE EXCEPT WITH YOUR MEMBERS

➪ pairing : ot4 lngshot x 5th member reader

➪ summary : it’s not that the members are jealous when you leave to be with your other friends…but they all make a plan to keep you with them during an event.

➪ other notes : YAY MY FIRST 5TH MEMBER READER FOR LNGSHOT !!! i hope i can get more requests like this because i do wanna start writing more ot4 plus 5th member.

you have quite a few bad habits. you always forget to remove your coffee pod from the coffee maker. you tend to round up in time, making your other members think they’re running late. you hog the bathroom after busy days with hopes of being able to decompress. all of this is fine, annoying yes, but overall your friends don’t mind too bad.

what they don’t like is when you leave them at every single event without fail. even if staff tells the five of you to stick together, at some point you just wander off. not to cause trouble but to hang out with your other friends. louis was the first one to actually notice your habit when he turns to where you’re supposed to be only to get taken aback that you’re nowhere to be seen.

“wait guys, y/n just disappeared !” he alerts his older members, immediately panicked. “nah, she’s with her friends,” ryul turns around and points at you. you’re laughing, seeming overjoyed that you get to be around other girls. “aren’t we also her friends ?” louis frowns, this was supposed to be a fun get together, some team building !

the other boys think about louis’ words and come to the conclusion that he’s actually right. and so from that day forward, it became a running joke between the four of them that you secretly want to get away from all of them. they don’t tell you, you’d probably beat them if you found out they were talking shit. but soon enough, that joke turned sour the more you left them.

“does y/n even like us ?” woojin randomly asks, shoving pork into his mouth. the guys were sitting around the coffee table, eating takeout as you were in the bathroom showering after a tiring day. “we’re a team aren’t we ?” ohyul states, taking a sip out of drink. “doesn’t mean she actually likes us…” louis mumbles under his breath.

“well it’s not like we can keep her with us forever,” ohyul shrugs, making the rest of the boys go silent. “technically …” ryul starts and ohyul shakes his head instantly. “no, don’t start-“ “this is for the greater good,” woojin tries to persuade him, speaking with his mouth full. “i said no, we are not that type of toxic friend group,” ohyul attempts to stand firm on his words.

“please hyung,” louis puts his hands in prayer position. and with those two words, ohyul’s resolve crumbles and dies out. he rubs his face, groaning into his hands. “okay, enough whining, let’s figure something out,” there’s a small celebration from the other three, accompanied by ohyul’s sigh before their planning starts.

by the time you’re done showering, steam fills the room, making it feel like a sauna. when you exit, you see your members all putting their hands together in what seems like an agreement. their heads snap towards you as if they’ve been caught red handed. “…okay, totally not suspicious,” you mumble, walking to your room. and that’s how the plan is officially set.

the next time the five of you are meant to go out together as a group is about a week later. the day starts out rough. louis is violently coughing, not wanting to get out of bed. he doesn’t feel too hot to the touch but that doesn’t mean he’s not sick. “i don’t know louis, you look like you’re on your death bed,” you scratch your head, grimacing at his toddler cough.

woojin watches from the doorway, feigning worry. he and louis make brief eye contact, a small signal that this is working…until you ruin it moments later. “well in that case, i guess you’ll have to stay home,” you shrug, pulling the blanket up to his chin. “wait what ?!” louis immediately sits up like he wasn’t complaining a second ago. you raise your eyebrow, suspiciously eyeing him.

“i mean, we still need to go, it’s a social event,” you put your hands on your hips. “a-actually i don’t think he feels that sick to stay home, right louis ?” woojin swoops in, sitting on louis’ bed, wrapping his arm around the younger boy’s shoulder a little too tight. “for sure, just give me like 10 more minutes and i’m up,” louis awkwardly smiles. you stand there for a few more seconds before sighing, “do what you want.”

you leave his room thinking to yourself that he’s such a weird kid. the two maknaes sigh in relief, despite their attempt not working whatsoever. the four of them regroup again, phase one : get y/n to take care of a fake sick louis - failed. “i’m glad you didn’t pursue being an actor,” ryul hits louis on the back of his head. “guys i was coughing for real !” louis whines, gripping his head from the hit.

“yeah bro but you overdid it, hooting and hollering,” woojin scolds him and the two start bickering. “okay that’s enough,” ohyul clears his throat. “everyone lock in and just act like everything’s normal, i got this,” he says with full confidence. “bro don’t mess this up,” ryul warns him, not wanting to step into phase three of getting ( forcing ) you to hang out with them.

when the five of you arrive to the event, the boys see you already eyeing the different small crowds. at this point they’re not even sure if you’re looking for any available friend or for a secret boyfriend. “ah,” you spot woonhak, waving at him, about to make your way towards him. “wait,” ohyul grips your arm, immediately making you frown at him. “sorry, just wanted to go with you,” he innocently smiles with teeth.

“okay ?” you turn to the other three who instantly look away from the two of you. “you know, he’s also my friend so it only makes-“ “i know that ohyul, you don’t need to explain it,” you furrow your eyebrows, already walking ahead of him. things are relatively going well, at least one member is around you. to you, it just feels like a looming presence.

“hey is he okay ?” woonhak whispers to you as ohyul is grabbing a small block of cheese from the waiter’s cheese board. “ummm he’s ohyul,” you shrug and that’s a good enough explanation. but by the time ohyul turns around, you and woonhak are long gone. “shit !” he curses, chewing on his cheese like a starving mouse. he tries to find you in the crowd but zero success.

he instead makes his way back to the group, shoulders slumped. phase two : be with y/n when she hangs out with friends - failed. “bro what did i say ?” ryul clicks his teeth. “i told you guys, she doesn’t even like us !” woojin makes a face. “wait, we still have one more phase !” a hopeful louis says, seeing that you’re now in a circle of different idols, how many friends do you even have ?!

the shaky four all take a deep breath before the second oldest makes his way to you. ryul lightly taps you, earning a surprised look from you. “oh what’s up ?” you ask, already wanting to return to your conversation. “could we talk to you ?” ryul asks, obviously nervous to even be asking you this. “uh sure ?” he pulls you away from your friends as you hastily say goodbye to them.

you meet up once again with all of your members, “what’s up guys ?” “umm staff said we have to be together,” ohyul lies but you have no reason not to believe him. “yeah that’s alright,” you nod before looking around to see if you have any nearby friends, unfortunately you don’t. what follows is three grueling hours of everyone making you tag along wherever they go.

you try to get away from them. this is the one time you can actually talk to other people about things not related to work, but they’re blowing it for you ! it feels almost suffocating, they’ve never been this clingy, especially not towards you. and like a looming cloud over you, your friends feel weird that your conversation is being heard by a third party…well technically more parties.

it doesn’t help that even when you guys are meant to separate, someone is always with you ! you need to go to the bathroom ? louis is waiting outside. you want a drink ? woojin is asking for two. someone talks to you ? ohyul is inputting his own opinion. you step outside for fresh air ? ryul is watching you, asking if you’re okay.

phase three : have at least one member be with y/n at all times - success ? by the end of the event, you feel extremely overwhelmed. you didn’t even get to say bye to your friends properly. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little peeved at all of them especially now that you’re touching shoulders with ohyul and woojin in the back seat of this stupid van on your way home.

the ride is very quiet. no one’s talking, not even to playfully argue about who was dressed the best. to them, their plan technically worked but it’s the fact that they had to go this far for your attention that bothers them. you on the other hand have no idea how to break the ice but soon enough when enough anger builds up in you, you finally snap. it feels like everyone is playing a sick joke on you.

“guys what is going on ? this whole day, it’s felt like i have gum on the bottom of my shoe,” you cross your arms, tired of whatever they have going on. “we just wanted to hang out,” ryul calmly says, attempting to not anger you. “we were though, we came here together and now we’re leaving together,” you say, confused by the situation.

they go quiet for a few seconds, not knowing how to say this nicely. then, louis finally blurts it out, “you never stay with us when we leave home !” the others gasp at his bluntness and they’re just about ready for you to storm off in disbelief. but you stay still, now even more confused by everything “what ?” ohyul raises his hands defensively, “i think what louis means is that we don’t match what a team is supposed to be.”

“you leave for hours sometimes and there’s times where staff comes and asks where you are and we just don’t know how to respond,” woojin adds with a frown. “and it’s not a one time thing, it’s all the time y/n,” ryul looks at you as he says that. now it’s your turn to become silent. you think before sighing, “i didn’t think of it like that.”

your tone lacks anger, much to their relief. “to me, we hang out all the time, maybe not in public but i’m always with you guys,” you continue, rubbing your chin. “louis, we binge shows and movies all the time, we literally cried in every episode of ‘when life gives you tangerines’ !” he bites his inner cheek with glossy eyes. “yeah i guess that’s true,” he mumbles.

“ohyul, i spot you whenever you need help with weights,” ohyul nods in agreement with a small “yeah.” you’re right, you have done that for him more times that he can count on both of his hands. “woojin, i stay up till the crack of dawn watching you edit just so you won’t be alone,” he looks away from you, guilt starting to pool in his stomach. “ryul, i’m the first one to go with you if you need to go shopping and vice versa !”

you continue, “i even covered up for you when you bought that va-“ “okay that’s enough,” he cuts you off, looking around to make sure no one heard that. “ the point is that i do like hanging out with all of you…but i really need some space sometimes,” you try to gently tell them. “that doesn’t mean i hate you guys, i just kinda wanna feel normal with other people,” you make a disgusted face at your own words.

“plus we literally live together guys. we practice together, we eat together, we do everything together !” you accidentally hit woojin as you wave your arms around, making him mumble a small “ow.” “so you don’t hate us ?” louis turns around in his seat to face you. “no of course not !” you reply, still emotional. “it sucks when you disappear especially when you don’t say anything to us,” ryul shakes his head.

“sometimes you even look happier to be without us,” woojin leans his head against the window, it only makes you feel even more guilty. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think it mattered too much,” you apologize, rubbing your face, surely ruining your makeup. “just please tell at least one of us if you leave,” ohyul decides not to fault you even more.

“i will, i swear i will,” you promise, nodding. “but can everyone please gain some self respect and stop assuming i hate all of you,” you lean back against your seat, exhaling in relief. the boys grumble in agreement with some residual annoyance. your friends can be stupid sometimes but you can’t help but smile to yourself. they wouldn’t have done this if they didn’t love you.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟNOW PLAYING.. PAPARAZZI

PAIRING: secret relationship

WARNING: cuddling.., almost caught, idk, wc: 847

SYNOPSIS: your cuddling in bed with Louis when his members suddenly burst in.. on live.

A/N: To whoever requested this, I hope you enjoy!

LNGSHOT OT4 x 5th member, Female!Reader

ⓘ synopsis. everyday you're grateful to have your own separate room and bathroom—safe from their chaos... wait, WOOJIN HASN'T PACKED YET? Your LNGSHOT adventures!

⚠︎ includes: profanities (cussing), unorganised boys (yes—woojin, we're looking at you), corny jokes, the use of em dashes, the unsightly existence of a random female member in a bg 🫣 (i got a lil inside joke with @keoncoer [rip, bro deleted their account. one of the best cortis smau accounts i knew]) READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

🗪 MY FIRST LNGSHOT FIC, let's gooo

🗪 yes ik ts unrealistic with the random female member in a bg, but im highkey just doing this for those small moments we wouldn't get otherwise if the reader were in another grp

but like, fanfics don't need to be very realistic n 100% accurate anyway, it's fiction n meant for entertainment purposes only. if u don't like? that's coo, just scroll n move on with ur day

stay fresh, chill, n juicy ^-^

┆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!

Pairing: loner!Louis x popular!reader— Fluff, brief kissing

Overview: When the quiet boy gets paired with his extroverted class crush…reckless emotions push to surface

Crushing to Louis was his weakness, it came with the awful dread of being perceived if discovered—risk being the school’s hottest topic

eyes there to judge—, he had too much to lose being in a popular boy band, besides, he had an image to uphold in class.

Quiet, withdrawn, observant

his hidden crush developed simply—you were gorgeous, got along with literally anyone by being unapologetically yourself, loud laughter brightening the boring classroom effortlessly

…Still he wouldn’t risk it—wasn’t worth it being rejected by you

…

Except the fateful day you had texted him to come over,

( 📸 ) 。 ‎ ‎ ‎ perhaps this love wasn't as indestructible as you thought.

❪ ɪɴᴅᴇʟɪʙʟᴇ ❫ 𝟐𝟑𝟔𝟑!───── ✿𝓲 idol!ryul x f!rea (⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠) slight angst est. relationship mentions of cheating kissing petnames talks of marriage

let her cook ! (💬) sorry i felt really demotivated these past few days so i had to leave it on a cliffhanger... pt. 2 here

ryul and yn. yn and ryul.

you guys were the highschool sweethearts that everyone, from the security guards to the teachers knew about at hanlim school of arts. they knew how your parents were good friends too and how you've practically known each other since the diaper days.

however, they also know how... talks of marriage after graduation came up frequently between the l/ns and the kims.

you stayed up at the top of your class, maintaining a 98% grade that got you into seoul university. your dad, working for one of the biggest marketing firms in korea practically guaranteed you a job with a steady income.

so... perfect grades? check. perfect boyfriend and possible soon to be husband? check. future secured? check!

what more could you ask for?