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ohyul -

࿔ Baby, come over.

࿔ bf headcannons

࿔ giving up tradition

ryul -

✿ bf headcannons

woojin -

✿ bf headcannons

࿔ lip gloss on his dashboard

louis -

࿔ bf headcannons

࿔ p1 swing by?

࿔ p2 swing by?

࿔ p3 swing by?

࿔ p4 swing by?

࿔ p5 swing by?

࿔ student council & foreign words

OT4 -

࿔ random smau

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ synopsis: Some feelings are easier to say in another language. Unfortunately for you, falling for Seonghyeon wasn’t one of them.

˖ ݁♬⋆ author notes: IM SO SORRY FOR BEING GONE BUT HERES THIS AS AN APOLOGY

American schools were always chaotic. People shouting, screaming, running through the halls like they had somewhere more important to be. Someone was always climbing on things they definitely weren't supposed to, and today was no different.

So when somebody slammed into your shoulder hard enough to nearly send you face-first into the floor, you honestly weren't even surprised.

"Woah, you okay?" your friend laughed, catching your arm before you could completely lose your balance.

You groaned quietly, fixing your hoodie as embarrassment burned hotter than the actual impact. "Yeah, I'm fine."

She snorted. "You looked like a baby trying to walk."

"I hate it here."

Before she could say anything back, another voice cut through the noise.

"There you are."

You looked up to see your friend weaving through the crowded hallway, one hand resting casually on the shoulder of a boy you'd never seen before.

And honestly, he looked just as overwhelmed by the hallway as you felt.

Dark hair fell over his eyes slightly as he glanced around at the noise, shoulders tense beneath the straps of his backpack. He stayed close behind your friend, quiet while the rest of the hallway moved around him like a storm.

"Oh, right," your friend said suddenly, motioning toward him. "This is Seonghyeon. He just transferred here from Korea."

For a second, your brain completely short-circuited.

Because Seonghyeon was looking directly at you.

Then your other friend elbowed your side hard enough to knock you back into reality.

"Be normal," she whispered. You cursed under your breath, shrugging her off you as you fixed your posture.

"I am normal." You scowled at her.

When the two boys ended up in front of you, your friend was quick tease you about your almost fall.

"You really need to hold your ground man," You rolled your eyes, your friend at your side laughing and she gently shoved. "You're like a child."

You went to retaliate, but once again got interrupted. A few more of your friends joining your little group. One of your very kpop obsessed friend came and immediately took notice of the new Korean boy and freaked.

"Omg, are you Korean?" She practically pounced on the poor kid, showing off her photo cards before he could even respond to the first eight questions.

"Can you like... speak Korean?" She asked, her photo cards long forgotten.

The friend who brought Seonghyeon sighed, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed. "Of course he can. He came from Korea, dumbass."

She rolled her eyes, voiding her attention back to Seonghyeon.

"Can you say something?" She asked, eyes practically sparkling with an undying excitement.

"Uh, sure." Seonghyeon murmured, his face much brighter than it was earlier. "안녕하세요, 제 이름은 성현입니다. 만나서 반갑습니다." (Hello, my name is Seonghyeon. Nice to meet you.)

Your friend squealed in excitement, jumping up and down as if it weren't the easiest thing to say in Korean. The friend who you'd been with originally nudged you, a smirk on her face when you turned to face her.

"Don't you speak Korean?" She said it just loud enough to get everyone's attention right onto you. Heat crawled up your neck almost instantly.

"Oh my god," you muttered. "Barely."

Your friends immediately started talking over each other.

"Wait, you actually know Korean?"

"Since when?"

"Why have you NEVER told us this?"

You shot your friend a betrayed look while she looked far too pleased with herself.

"It's not a big deal," you tried to defend yourself. "I'm still learning."

The kpop-obsessed one gasped dramatically. "Then say something!" You wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. For a second, you considered pretending you suddenly forgot every word you'd ever learned.

Unfortunately, everyone was staring at you now. Including Seonghyeon. And somehow that made it infinitely worse. You cleared your throat awkwardly before looking at him.

"안녕하세요..." you started quietly, immediately cringing at yourself. "한국어를 조금 공부하고 있습니다." (Hi... I'm studying a little Korean.)

The sentence came out slower than you'd practiced a thousand times in your room alone.

Silence. Then Seonghyeon's expression softened almost immediately. He wasn't amused nor judgmental, just genuinely surprised.

"Your pronunciation is good," he said carefully. Your brain stopped functioning.

"See?" your friend yelled. "I told you she was secretly a Koreaboo."

"I am NOT a Koreaboo," you snapped. Seonghyeon laughed quietly for the first time since arriving. And the sound caught you completely off guard.

That heat from earlier immediately crawled back up your neck, your face burning light pink as you stared down at the floor instead of anyone else.

"I could help teach you," Seonghyeon offered softly. His tone was casual, almost too casual, like it wasn't a big deal to him at all.

But the look on his face told a completely different story. There was something strangely gentle in his expression now, something warm enough to make your stomach twist nervously.

Beside you, your friend nudged your arm again. "Do it," she whispered.

When you finally looked back at him, he was smiling again, small and pretty and somehow even more distracting than before.

Your kpop-obsessed friend immediately lost her mind.

"This is SO k-drama coded!" she squealed, spinning dramatically around the group. "Oh my god, this is literally enemies-to-lovers tutoring arc material—"

Another friend grabbed her hoodie before she could continue.

"Sit down."

"If you're okay with that," Seonghyeon added quickly, rubbing the back of his neck as his ears turned slightly pink from your friends' reactions.

"She's more than okay with that," your friend answered for you immediately, patting your back. "Actually, she's free today." Your head snapped toward her.

"What? We had plans today." She started shushing you aggressively before you could say anything else.

"Shut up," she hissed under her breath. "This is fate."

The aggressive shushing only made you glare harder.

"We literally said we'd go thrifting after school," you whispered harshly.

"And now you're going to go learn Korean with a pretty foreign boy instead," she whispered back instantly.

Your face somehow got even hotter.

Across from you, Seonghyeon looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh.

"It's okay if you're busy," he said quickly, though the small smile on his face made it obvious he hoped you weren't.

Your friend tightened her grip on your shoulder before you could answer for yourself.

"She's not."

"I hate all of you."

"No you don't."

The bell rang before you could argue any further, loud enough to make everyone around you groan in annoyance.

Immediately, the hallway exploded into movement again.

Your kpop-obsessed friend grabbed onto Seonghyeon's sleeve dramatically. "Wait, what class do you have first? Do you know BTS? Who's your bias? Can you help me marry-"

"Leave him alone before he transfers back," one of your friends interrupted.

Seonghyeon looked mildly terrified.

You laughed before you could stop yourself.

His eyes flickered toward you almost instantly, and for a second, the noise around you faded into the background.

It was weird. You'd known him for less than ten minutes. So why did it already feel like the two of you were sharing some private joke?

"What's your first class?" you asked before you could overthink it.

He blinked slightly, almost surprised you were talking to him directly again.

"American literature," he answered. Your eyebrows lifted immediately.

"No way."

"What?" he asked.

You adjusted your backpack higher onto your shoulder. "That's my next class too."

Your friends immediately started losing their minds again.

"Oh this is SICK," one of them said.

"This is literally fate."

"Can you guys stop saying that?" you groaned.

But when you looked back at Seonghyeon, he was smiling again. And somehow, that made your stomach flip harder than anything else had all morning.

Lip gloss on his dashboard

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ synopsis: A ‘pretty pink princess’ has no business lingering at a street race…but she’s here. And somehow, she ends up in Woojin’s passenger seat.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ author notes: OMGGG IM SO SORRY YALL I FORGOT TO POST ITTTT 😭😭😭😭 this was lwk so cute and it was fun to write so i hope yall like it 🫶

The first time he sees you, you’re standing under a flickering streetlight like you took a wrong turn into the wrong world. Pink, everywhere. Not subtle at all, not ironic. Glossy lips, soft fabric, something delicate in the way you hold yourself that doesn’t match the noise of revving engines and gravel under tires. People notice. Of course they do. They always do. But not in the way you’re used to.

You don’t leave and that’s what gets him.

Most people take one look, the cars, the people, the tension in the air and they’re gone before the first race even lines up. They laugh it off later, call it crazy, something to watch from far away. Not something to stand inside of.

You stay.

Even when the engines start screaming. Even when someone whistles, low and unimpressed. Even when the air smells like gasoline and something burning.

Woojin watches you the way he watches the road before a race. Quick, quiet, like he’s already decided you don’t matter.

But he notices. The way you don’t flinch. The way you don’t try to blend in. The way you look around, not lost, not scared just… taking it in.

Like you chose this.

He doesn’t get it.

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The second time he sees you, you’re not stranded. He knows because your car isn’t anywhere near the curb this time, and you walk in like you remember the place. Like it didn’t spit you out the first time.

Someone mutters something as you pass. You ignore it. That’s new, too.

Woojin leans back against his car, arms crossed, keys spinning once between his fingers before he catches them again. He doesn’t call out to you. Doesn’t need to.

You find him first.

“Lost again?” he says, like it’s the most obvious explanation. Your eyes flick to him, unimpressed. “No.”

That’s it. Just that. Not defensive. Not embarrassed. He huffs out something that might be a laugh, pushing off the car. “Then you’re in the wrong place on purpose.”

“Maybe,” you say, and there’s something in your voice light, almost playful, but not stupid. Never stupid. “Or maybe you are.”

That makes him pause. Just for a second.

He shouldn’t offer. He knows that. You don’t belong in his car. You don’t belong anywhere near the line where engines redline and people stop caring about what happens after.

But you’re still there when the next race starts lining up. Still watching. Still not leaving.

He tilts his head toward the passenger side, not looking at you when he says it.

“Get in or don’t. I’m not asking twice.” Silence and for a second, he thinks you won’t.

That this is where it ends, where you finally remember what kind of place this is and step back into whatever soft, polished world you came from.

Instead, the passenger seat door opens. And then you’re there like you’ve always been there. Like you belonged in his car. Seatbelt clicking into place. A faint trace of something sweet cutting through the smell of leather and fuel. Pink against everything dark and worn and sharp.

Woojin glances at you once. Just once.

“Just don’t scream,” he says.

“Don’t scream,” he says and you don’t. Not when the engine roars to life, low at first, then rising, something alive under his hands. Not when the car lurches forward, tires gripping asphalt like it’s about to tear the road apart. Not when the world outside blurs into streaks of neon and shadow.

You just… sit there. One hand braced lightly against the door, the other resting in your lap on top of your pink purse like you’ve done this before. Like you belong in a space that was never meant for you.

Woojin notices immediately. Of course he does. Most people-if they’re stupid enough to get in, tense up, laugh nervously, say something too loud to cover the fear. They fill the car with noise.

You don’t. It’s quiet, except for the engine and the wind forcing its way through the cracks of the night. He glances at you once, sharper this time.

Still nothing. No panic. No wide eyes. No regret.

“…You always this calm?” he asks, voice cutting through the noise. You turn your head just enough to look at him, expression unreadable in the passing lights.

“Are you always this reckless?” That almost earns a real reaction.

Almost.

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When the car stops, it’s sudden.

The car idles, heat ticking under the hood, the world rushing back in all at once. Voices, laughter, someone shouting about the race like it mattered more than anything.

For a second, neither of you move. Then you unclip your seatbelt. No rush. No shaking hands. Just a quiet click.

“Thanks,” you say, like he just gave you a ride down the street instead of something faster, louder, sharper than anything you should’ve stepped into.

Woojin watches you reach for the door. “Why are you here?” he asks. It comes out flatter than he means it to. Not curiosity. Not really.

More like a challenge.

You pause, hand resting against the handle, but you don’t open it yet.

“Does there have to be a reason?”

“Yes.” That’s immediate. Firm. Because in his world, there’s always a reason. Money. Thrill. Escape. Something.

People don’t just show up and stay. You glance at him again, something softer flickering behind your eyes this time. Not weak just… quieter.

“I just didn’t feel like leaving,” you say. It’s not an answer. Or maybe it is, and he just doesn’t understand it.

You don’t stay in the car. But you don’t leave, either. Woojin notices that, too just like he notices everything else about you

You drift back toward the edge of everything the same place you stood the first time but it’s different now. Less like you wandered in. More like you chose your spot. Like you know exactly how close you want to be.

The next race lines up.Engines rev. People gather. Someone bumps into you and mutters something under their breath. You don’t react.You just watch.

And somehow, that bothers him more than if you’d looked scared.

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You come back. Of course you do. Not every night. Not predictable. But enough that he starts noticing the pattern before he realizes he’s looking for it.

Pink, cutting through dark crowds and low headlights. Too bright. Too soft. Too wrong for a place like this.

And still

you stay. Sometimes you talk. Sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you sit on the hood of his car like it’s yours, legs crossed, scrolling through your phone like the sound of engines screaming down the street is background noise.

The first time you leave something behind, it’s accidental.

Your favorite lip gloss.

Small. Pink. Out of place against worn leather and scratched plastic. He notices it when he’s alone. Turns it over once in his hand. Doesn’t throw it away. Doesn’t give it back, either.

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“You’re gonna get bored,” he tells you one night. It’s late. Quieter than usual. The races are done, people thinning out, the energy fading into something slower, heavier.

You’re sitting in the passenger seat again, door open this time, one heel tapping lightly against the pavement.

“Am I?” you ask, not looking at him.

“Yeah.” He leans back, arms crossed, gaze fixed somewhere ahead instead of on you.

“This isn’t… your thing.” There’s a pause, you just sit there staring out the window at something unimportant.

“What is my thing?” That makes him look at you. Really look, for once. Pink. Perfect. Careful in ways he doesn’t understand. Everything about you says you belong somewhere else, somewhere softer, easier, cleaner than this.

“I don’t know,” he says. Honest.

“Maybe I need a change of scenery.”

He doesn’t respond, just starts the car.

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The night it goes wrong, it’s small. Not a crash. Not a fight. Just words.

Someone laughs too loud when they see you, nudges someone else, and says it like you’re not even there.

“She gonna cry when you finally wreck that car?” Woojin doesn’t react fast enough. Maybe he doesn’t think it matters. Maybe he’s used to it. Maybe he thinks you are, too. He shrugs, like it’s nothing.

“Wouldn’t stick around long enough to see it.” It’s careless. Offhand. And the second it leaves his mouth, something shifts.

You go still. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just… still. And that’s worse.

You don’t argue, don’t make a scene. You just pick up your things, brush invisible dust from your skirt, and step back. For the first time since he met you

you leave first.

You don’t come back after that. Not the next night. Not the one after. The space you used to stand in feels wrong now. Too empty.

Woojin notices things he didn’t before. Like how quiet it is without your voice cutting through the noise, how the passenger seat feels off, the lip gloss still sitting in the console, untouched

He tells himself it doesn’t matter. People leave all the time. That’s how this works.

But the next time he drives, it’s different. No one in the passenger seat. No soft voice over the engine. No pink against everything dark. Just the road, just the noise.

Just him. And for the first time in a long time

it doesn’t feel like enough.

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When he finds you, it’s not at night. That’s the first thing that feels wrong. No engines, no gasoline lingering in the air, no shadows to hide behind.

Everything is too bright. Too clean. You look like you belong here in a way you never did there. Soft colors, polished glass, people who don’t stare like they’re waiting for something to go wrong.

Woojin stands out immediately. He doesn’t care. His gaze finds you before anything else does. Of course it does.

You’re sitting by yourself, legs crossed, phone in your hand, looking like nothing ever touched you like late nights and gasoline and too-fast drives never happened.

Like he never happened. Something tight pulls in his chest. He walks over anyway.

You notice him when he’s already there.

There’s a flicker of surprise, quick, gone just as fast but you don’t smile.

“Lost?” you ask.

It’s the same line he used on you. It doesn’t sound the same now.

“No,” he says. And for once, he doesn’t have something dry or detached to follow it up. He just stands there for a second, like he’s figuring it out as he goes.

“…I shouldn’t’ve said that.” Straight to it. No excuses. Your expression doesn’t change much, but your attention shifts, fully on him now.

“Which part?”

“All of it.” That almost sounds like him again. Almost. But there’s something heavier under it.

“I don’t—” he exhales, frustrated, running a hand through his hair before trying again. “I thought you’d leave anyway.”

There it is. The truth, even if it’s not pretty.

“So you said it first,” you reply. Not accusing. Just… stating it.

He nods once.

“Yeah.”

A pause. People move around you, conversations blending into soft background noise. It’s nothing like the chaos you met him in, but somehow this feels just as tense.

“I was wrong,” he adds, quieter this time. That’s the part that matters.

You look at him for a long second. Like you’re deciding something.

“You don’t get to decide where I belong,” you say. It’s not sharp, not loud. But it lands, harder than he’d like.

“I know.” No argument. No pushback. Just that. And somehow, that’s what shifts things.

There’s a beat where neither of you move. Where it could end again like it almost did before.

Woojin glances away for half a second, jaw tightening like he’s debating something with himself.

Then he reaches into his pocket. Pulls something out, it glitters in the soft sunlight. He holds it toward you.

“…You left this.” The lip gloss, your favorite lip gloss. Still slightly scuffed, still completely out of place in his hand. You stare at it, then at him.

“You kept it?”

He shrugs, but it’s not dismissive this time.

“Didn’t feel right throwing it out.” Something soft flickers across your expression its small, but real.

You take it from him, your fingers brushing his for just a second. That’s all it takes. There’s a shift, its subtle, but undeniable.

Closer now, quieter.

“Are you gonna tell me to leave again?” you ask. There’s a hint of something there. Not quite teasing. Not quite serious.

Woojin shakes his head.

“No.” He pauses. Then, a little more certain

“…Stay.” It’s simple. But it’s the first time he’s ever said it like that.

You don’t answer right away. You don’t have to. Because you don’t step back, either.

And that’s enough.

The kiss isn’t dramatic, it’s not rushed, not desperate. It happens in that quiet space between words, when neither of you is pretending anymore.

He hesitates just slightly before leaning in, like he’s giving you time to pull away. You don’t. It’s soft at first, careful, almost uncertain in a way that doesn’t match anything about him.

Like he’s trying to get it right. Like it matters. Your hand catches lightly on his sleeve, grounding, real. And for a second, everything else fades out. No noise, no distance, no wrong place or right place.

Just him.

When he pulls back, it’s slow. Close enough that he could say something. He doesn’t. Doesn’t need to.

Because this time

you stayed.

Giving Up Tradition

NonIdol!Ohyul x Foreigner fem!Reader

˚˖ִ໋❀ synopsis: A foreign girl moves into the apartment beside Ohyul’s, he swore he’d never fall for a girl who isn’t Korean, but he can’t help it.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ author notes: Hii!! yes of course! this was just as fun to write, and I actually like this one just a little more than the louis one. Also please send any requests you guys have, i’ve got so much free time 😓

Ohyul swore he’d stick to tradition and would marry a Korean girl, his parents told him that love wasn’t dependent on race, but he digressed.

He stuck to this “law” for all his twenty years of living, until the most gorgeous foreign girl moved into the apartment beside his.

When you first moved in, he’d been coming back home from hanging out with his friends. You were clearly struggling, boxes far too heavy and way too many for you to carry inside yourself.

Ohyul took it upon himself to reach out and help, stuttering lightly as he asked if he could assist you. When you abided he wasted no time on grabbing a few boxes and bringing them inside with ease.

After that day, he hadn’t seen you again. To say he felt a bit saddened at not being able to see such a pretty face like yours was a bit of an understatement.

That was until his prayers were answered.

“Hyul, lock in dude.”

“Bro, I literally am,” he rolled his eyes at the mixed boys words, lightly hitting his shoulder. He turned away from him to go back to writing down what he needed, the window in front of the desk let the street lights illuminate the papers he was working on.

Many people had been passing by, but nothing caught his eye until in the faint corner of his peripherals he saw that little keychain you carried on your purse.

He’d seen that cute little hirono that looked identical to him on your bag when he helped you on your moving day, it struck him when he saw it.

He looked up just in time to catch your gaze, a faint smile rested on your lips as you passed by the window. Giving him a small wave before the window ended and you were no longer in sight.

He could feel his heart beat against his chest, mind tuning every other noise out so it could focus on just how pretty you looked. His hands trembled against the desk, pencil slipping from his fingers.

“Dude, you’re literally not even locked in.”

But Ohyul didn’t even hear him, still staring out the window like a total dweeb, mind still on just how good you looked even on a normal day.

“In fact you’re very unlocked, take that key and lock the fuck in!” Louis made a motion of locking a door with a key. When Ohyul didn’t even react he rolled his eyes and called for Ryul, hoping someone else could get him back into reality.

Ohyul still sat there, now staring at the paper underneath his elbows. His mind racing, you actually noticed him? You even smiled and waved.

He was knocked back into the present when Ryul nudged his shoulder, sitting in the seat beside him.

“What’s your deal? See that girl you’ve been gawking over?” Ryul sighed, leaning his chin onto his palm as he made himself comfortable.

“She freaking waved at me, man.” Ohyul was deep in it, flashbacks of the only two moments you’ve had still rewinding in his head.

“You’re unbelievable.”

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The next time you graced his presence was probably the worst time you could’ve, at the convenience store.

He was with Woojin in a terrible outfit, something that didn’t match and surely he knew didn’t look very flattering, but to be fair, he didn’t expect to see you there.

Woojin was the one who pointed you out to him, aggressively tapping his shoulder whispering a “Dude, it’s your girlfriend!” into his ear possibly as loud as he could’ve.

“Shut the hell up!” Ohyul pushed him lightly, pulling the hood up to cover his face. Embarrassed you’d see him like this when you looked.. like a fucking goddess.

“Are you nervous? Bro,” Woojin laughed, leaning himself onto Ohyul as he giggled his ass off. Ohyul shrugged him off his shoulder, moving towards the food he wanted so they could leave as soon as possible.

Before he could grab the candy he wanted, someone else’s hand made it first. Your pretty hand, wrapped around the bag, pulling it towards you before you noticed he seemed to want it too.

“Oh, did you want this? It’s the last one, you can have it.” You held it out for him, taking notice of his slightly hunched and covered figure.

He glanced up, not realizing it was you until he saw that same hirono. Blush covered his cheeks furiously. He straightened up quickly, hood falling off his head.

“No, no. Please, you got it first.” He shook his hands, nodding his head towards the bag in a silent way to tell you to take it.

“Ohyul? Oh, hi!” You giggled, finally registering who he was. That cute neighbor of yours who helped you move in, you’d taken a liking to him even only after seeing him three times now.

“O-oh, uhm.. hello,” he murmured quietly, avoiding eye contact as much as he could. Still nervous due to his… eye catching outfit.

“I haven’t seen you around much, we should go out sometime!” You exclaimed, the bag of your favorite candy long forgotten in your hand.

Ohyul’s eyes blew wide, thinking you asked him on a date instead of a hangout like you intended. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Woojin.

“Oh hey, are you that girl Ohyul won’t stop talking about?” He smirked, leaning his hand on Ohyul’s shoulder as he looked you up and down.

His words, made you blush, a light pink taking place on your cheeks. You giggled, running a hand through your hair.

“I’d hope so,” You huffed a laugh, looking back up at Ohyul to see that cute shy smile he always had when he saw you. He was still looking away, seemingly a bit annoyed with Woojin’s presence.

“Sure, let’s uh.. let’s go out.” Ohyul shrugged Woojin off his shoulder once more, giving you his attention again.

“Sounds perfect, heres my number. Just text me when you’re free.”

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It was the next day when Ohyul had texted you, you could practically feel his nervousness through the screen.

You sat on your bed, a big smile on your lips to show just how excited you were. Little did you know Ohyul was in the exact same state, lying on his couch with an equally as big smile rested on his face.

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The few days until Sunday went by much quicker than either of you suspected. You sat at your vanity, putting on light make up and putting your hair into the cutest hair style you could muster.

Just behind the wall in your room, Ohyul was pacing around his own. His room was torn apart as he desperately tried to find the right thing to wear.

He landed on a brown sweater and some dark blue jeans with a few accessories he’d been gifted by his friends.

You ended up in your bathroom a few minutes after finishing up your make up and hair, brushing your teeth and grabbing your favorite perfume, spraying just enough so it would stay.

Ohyul was in his at the same time, messily brushing his teeth as he made sure he looked presentable in the mirror.

He’d never cared how he looked this much and especially not for a foreign girl, but at this point, anything to do with tradition was long forgotten to him.

When the clock hit 6:57 he made his way out of his house, still pulling on his nicest shoes as he stumbled to your front door. He glanced at his watch one last time, watching it click to 6:58 until he gently knocked on the door.

You called out from your room with an “One moment!” with that cute stutter you had from still learning Korean. Usually he didn’t pay much mind to foreigners stuttering in Korean, but the way you did it made him smile harder.

The door opened and your shorter figure stood in front of him now. He couldn’t help but look you over, the way you still looked good even in something comfy but still dressed up enough.

“You look,” he paused, his hands practically pooling with sweat by his sides. Your pretty smile only making his heart race faster. “You look so pretty.”

You giggled, pulling a stray hair behind your ear as you grabbed your purse from the counter. That same little hirono dangling off your key chain stared back at him almost like a sign.

“Not too bad yourself,” He walked backwards, letting you have the space to move into the hall with him. “I like your hair like this, it’s nice.”

He couldn’t help the shy smile that rose to his lips, his hand patting his hair down lightly at your attention to it.

The whole “date” consisted of running around parks, playing on children’s playgrounds, and going to a random fast food place for dinner.

By the time you’d gotten back to your apartment, you were both high off of exhilaration. He walked the three steps to your apartment even when you told him not to.

“It was really fun, thank you again.” He rubbed the back of his neck, leaning against the the wall across from your door.

“Ohyul, you’ve said that like five times already,” you laughed, turning to your door as you clicked in your key and unlocked the door. “But I had a lot of fun too.”

Ohyul pushed off the wall, making his way over to you. He leaned against the door way, his body leaning just forward enough you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“You’re.. really,” He leaned in closer, practically trapping you in between the door and him, except you were exactly where you wanted to be. “pretty.”

You tilted your head, finding a boost of confidence. You leaned in, your lips only a few centimeters from his now.

“Oh really? Prove it.” He didn’t waste a second, lips landing on yours. Your hands found their way onto his shoulder, his own finding your waist, holding you against him.

He took notice in the way your lips fit so well against his, just like how your body slipped perfectly into his as well. Your hands slid up into his hair, pushing him closer to you.

From then on, Ohyul never cared about if you were Korean or not. He only knew that love really wasn’t dependent on race.

Student Council & Foreign Words

NonIdol!Louis x Foreigner fem!Reader

˚˖❀ synopsis: when a foreign girl moves to Louis’ school, he can’t help but fall a little in love.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ author notes: thank you!!! and of course! this was really fun to write, i think i’ll make a second part too if you guys would want that. I’ve also been thinking about writing something for Woojin, so if you guys have anything in mind, js lmk ⋆𐙚 ̊.

When your parents chose to move to Korea for your father’s job you didn’t think much of it, to you it was pretty normal, traveling all over the world for his job but this time it was permanent.

“Hey, sweet girl.” Your father walked into your room, his knuckles against the door as he pushed it open. “So about us moving to Korea,”

You looked up from the papers that littered on your desk, turning in your chair to face him.

“What’s up?”

He scratched behind his ear, looking almost nervous now. Stepping into the room fully, he gently closed the door behind him.

“It’s sort of… permanent.”

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Now you’re here, standing in front of the new high school you’re supposed to attend for the next three years.

Your parents had made you go early, not wanting you to be late on the first day. Maybe an hour and a half until classes started, and you had no idea what to do.

Other students moved around you, everyone with their own purpose - knowing exactly what they were doing, and then theres you.

Lost and completely confused, not just because you were at a new school but in a new country entirely. Foreign. Everything was foreign to you.

You sort of just stood there until someone tapped you on the shoulder. A taller girl with dark brown hair came into your vision, a bright smile on her face.

“안녕하세요, 여기 처음 오셨나요?” (hi, are you new here?) The words were just as foreign as everything else, but you caught a few. The lessons with your dad had actually been showing their worth.

“yes- or uh… 네.” She tilted her head, smile widening at your stutter. She nodded, bowing until she reached a perfect ninety degrees.

“I speak English! If that’s easier.” You bowed quickly, trying to match her perfect bow. When she rose, she placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m Danielle,” Her voice was calm, very light, as if she didn’t want to speak too loud. It was very different then the people at your old schools, everyone was much quieter here.

“My name is —“ Danielle nodded to your words, guiding you towards the school. You kept up a conversation with her while she showed you to your homeroom and the other few classes you might be in.

When the bell rang, she left you in your homeroom, telling you she’d meet up with you after school to keep talking - to which you agreed.

You considered yourself lucky, your homeroom teacher spoke English as well. She sat you somewhere in the back of the classroom, you were grateful for that.

The seats in the class were connected, two seats directly connected in three columns with 5 rows. It wasn’t until someone sat beside you when you looked up from the desk, you noticed his height first.

Long legs making his knees bump the underside of the desk, crinkled and unironed uniform barely fitting his broad shoulders. His head turned to you, long hair moving aside as you made eyes contact with the boy.

Truly the boy was gorgeous, dark eyes that almost pulled you in, his nose was extraordinarily larger at the bottom, thicker eyebrows and rather plump lips that you could tell were soft.

Said lips fell open the minute his eyes landed on you, his cheeks brightened to a shade of bright red. Long fingers grasping on the edge of the desk, knuckles faintly white from the grip.

“Hello,” you murmured, brushing your hair faintly behind your ear. You could hear his breath hitch, mouth finally snapping shut as his eyes fluttered.

“H-hi, I’m uh.. I’m Louis.” He released his tight hold on the desk, wiping the sweat off his palm onto his slacks as he held it out for you.

You tried to suppress a laugh, finding the nervousness to be just as cute as his looks.

“I’m —, I don’t speak Korean very well,” You shook his hand, your own colder against his. Louis nodded, before shaking his head quickly.

“I don’t too well either, but I’m well enough. Are you new here?” He gained a boost of confidence, hand still against yours until your fingers moved lightly against his, making him mutter an apology as he slipped his away from yours.

“Yes, I am. I just moved here.” You looked back down at your desk, feeling a little off without your phone to keep you occupied at a time like this.

He only nodded along, his mouth opening to say something until the teacher began to start first.

It was a long six or so hours until the school day finally ended, Louis helped you out a lot though, a kind young man he was. He pulled out your chair for you too, but he couldn’t maintain eye contact very well.

Just as she said, Danielle met you outside the doors of your classroom, a big smile on her face that only got bigger when she saw Louis walking beside you.

You were too into your conversation with him to notice her until she dragged you away, pulling you by your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

“Oh my gosh!! No way, you’re already friends with Louis?” She grinned as she pulled back, awaiting your answer. But you were confused, what was so crazy about meeting him?

“I guess, what’s so cool about that?” You whisper back, twisting your head slightly to see said boy standing against the wall talking with a few boys. Was he waiting for you?

“He’s the head of student council, and like the most popular boy in the school!” She practically whisper-shouted it in your ear, making you flinch back a little.

Was he really? He didn’t seem like the kind of kid to be that popular, but when you turned back to look at him again, he was surrounded with people.

“Do you think he’s cute?” Danielle giggled, her hands covering her mouth as she glances between the two of you. You whipped your head around, eyes blown wide.

“What? No!” She smirked, looking back at Louis only to catch him staring at the back of your head. “Well, he sure seems to like you.”

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

For the rest of the week, that was all you could really think about. You had spent most of your time in class with him, giggling and making jokes the entire day.

Did he really like you? And did you like him back? You’d only met six days ago, but he was cute and really nice for being incredibly popular.

On the last day of your first week there, your teacher had pulled you aside to ask you to stay after. She said something along the lines of “To help you get to know the Korean school system better.”

You had only nodded, sending a quick text to your parents who only left a thumbs up emoji on the message.

Sitting in the classroom waiting for someone to get you and tell you what to do seemed a little too boring, so instead she let you wander the halls, letting you get used to it your own way.

When you made your way into the gymnasium you spotted a familiar tall boy, his long hair brushing his shoulders as half of it was put up into a bun.

You quickly made your way over, spotting the large banner he was working on. His hands worked diligently, drawing little strokes of yellow and orange across the white paper.

“Louis!” You called out his name, making him twist his head to look at you. Those pretty eyes of his lightening up at the sight of you, his hands putting down the markers.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He stood from his chair, making his way to meet you half way. His height making him loom over you, but he made it feel a little less intimidating with that cute smile on his lips.

“Teacher had me stay so I could look around the school. Why are you here?” He nodded to words, gently taking hold your wrist to guide you over to the table he was sat at earlier.

“Student council things, finishing up this banner for the school.” Louis’ large hands wrapped around the back of a chair, pulling it out so you could sit.

You let out a thank you, settling into the seat beside him as you looked over the banner. You could his art work apart from the other students, finding his little drawings in class endearing enough they found their way onto the mirror in your room.

“It looks really good, Lou.” His heart rate sped up, he’d never heard you call him that before. He bit his lip to hide his smile, turning away from you so you couldn’t see his red face.

“thank you..” He murmured, composing himself before turning back to look at you. That pretty smile set on your lips, eyes staring into his made him weak.

“You know, I could teach you some Korean.” He let his hand graze yours slightly, not wanting to make it too obvious.

You tried to act oblivious, letting your hands settle against his. Tilting your head slightly, as you stared up at him knowing just how nervous it made him.

“Oh really? You teach me Korean?” He only chuckled a laugh, shaking his head lightly at your words. Getting a little bolder, sliding his fingers into yours, hesitantly enough to give you the room to pull back.

You didn’t though, pulling his hand closer to yours. His warm hands enveloped yours, trembling just enough to show you he was still a little nervous.

“I promise, I know a good place too. They have that drink you like.” Louis let go a little, finding himself to be a little more confident. His other hand found a stray hair, pulling it behind your ear before letting it settle against your cheek.

“I guess I’ll hold you to it, Lou.”

˚˖ִ໋❀ synopsis: in which SM!Louis who is obsessed with the reader will stalk her location and swing by to see what she's up to.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ notes: i’m not very good at writing real fanfics so bear with me, and this is my first real one on tumblr. from now on i’ll try to make more of these and i do take requests so hmu!! this contains lots of thriller, slight stalking if you squint, angst with comfort, make up, kissing, and swearing.

He doesn’t pull away right away.

His grip on you is tight. Too tight.

Like if he lets go, something worse will happen.Your hands hover for a second before settling against his arms, gently trying to ease him back.

“Louis…” you murmur, confused more than anything. “You’re scaring me.”

That’s what makes him move. He pulls back quickly, like the words burned him, his hands dropping from your waist almost instantly. His eyes won’t meet yours, stuck somewhere near your shoulder instead.

“I-” his voice catches. He swallows, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”

The apology feels wrong. Too heavy.

“For what?” you ask quietly.

He doesn’t answer. And that’s when it clicks again. The night. The woods. The way something always felt just out of reach.

Your chest tightens.

“Louis…” your voice is slower now, more careful. “Can you just… be honest with me for a second?”

He still won’t look at you. Your stomach twists.

“You weren’t with the boys, were you?”

Silence. It’s loud. Suffocating. Your fingers curl slightly at your sides.

“I kept seeing him,” you continue, your voice wavering just a little. “Spider-Man. He was there. In the woods. At the restaurant. At the store just now-”

You stop, watching him. Waiting.

“he’s been following me.”

That does it.

Louis flinches. Not big. Not dramatic.

But enough. Your breath catches.

“…Louis?”

He finally looks at you.

And you’ve never seen him like this before.

Guilty. Panicked. Scared in a way that doesn’t make sense unless.

“No,” you shake your head quickly, stepping back a little. “No, don’t-don’t look at me like that.”

Because now your mind is putting pieces together. Things that didn’t make sense before suddenly do.

The timing. The messages. The way Spider-Man always seemed to be there.

“No,” you repeat, quieter this time. “That’s not-”

Louis turns away from you.

Not running. Not hiding.

Just… moving.

He walks a few steps toward the counter, his hands shaking slightly as he reaches underneath it.

Your heart starts pounding.

“Louis, what are you-”

He pulls something out.

Red.

Blue.

Your voice dies in your throat. For a second, you can’t even process what you’re looking at.

The fabric. The mask. The webbing.

Your stomach drops.

“…No.”

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t look at you.

Just holds it there like it weighs more than it should.

Like it’s something he never wanted you to see. Your breathing picks up.

“You-” you shake your head, stepping back again. “You’re…”

He nods.

Once.

Small. Barely there.

“It’s me.”

The room feels too small all of a sudden. Too quiet. Your hands tightening by your hips at your side.

“You were there,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “All of those times,”

He closes his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to-“

“You followed me?” Your voice cracks, louder now. “Louis, you followed me?”

“I was making sure you were safe.”

“That’s not-” you cut yourself off, running a hand through your hair. “That’s not normal.”

Your chest feels tight. Everything feels too much.

“You let me think someone was stalking me,” you say, looking at him again. “Do you have any idea how that felt?”

“I know,” he says quickly. “I know and I’m sorry, I just-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” That’s the question. The real one.

And this time, he doesn’t answer right away.

His grip tightens around the suit. His jaw clenches.

And for a second, you think he’s going to shut down again.

“I told someone before.” Your brows knit together.

“What?”

He lets out a shaky breath, finally looking at you again.

“My best friend. Ohyul.”

The name isn’t unfamiliar, he told you that Ohyul was just hurt in some kidnapping, which was half the truth.

“He knew,” Louis continues, his voice quieter now. “He kept it a secret. He never told anyone.”

You don’t interrupt. Something about this feels different. Serious.

“But people saw us together,” he adds. “They figured out he knew something.”

Your stomach sinks.

“They took him.” The words land harder than anything else tonight. You go still and Louis’ eyes drop to the floor.

“They wanted him to tell them who I was,” he says. “And when he didn’t, they-”

His voice breaks.

“He almost died.”

Silence fills the room.

Thick. Heavy. Real.

You feel it in your chest.

“He’s been in a coma for two years,” Louis whispers. “Two years because I told him something he should’ve never had to carry.”

Your anger doesn’t disappear. But it shifts, softens at the edges.

“I thought he was going to die,” he continues. “And it would’ve been my fault.”

His hands are shaking again.

“I couldn’t-” he swallows hard. “I can’t let that happen again. Not to you.”

That’s when it clicks. Not control. Not obsession. Fear.

“You didn’t trust me,” you say quietly.

“I didn’t trust the world with you,” he corrects, just as softly.

That hurts. But not in the same way. You look down for a second, trying to sort through everything.

“You still followed me,” you say after a moment. “You let me think something was wrong.”

“I know,” he says immediately. “I know, and I shouldn’t have. I just-when you said you were leaving town I couldn’t just sit there and not know if you were okay.”

You sigh, rubbing your temple.

This is a lot. Too much.

But…

You look at him again. Really look this time. At the way he’s standing there, like he’s already expecting you to walk out.

Like he wouldn’t even blame you if you did.

“You don’t get to do that again,” you say finally.

His head snaps up.

“Follow me. Watch me like that,” you continue. “You don’t get to make that choice for me.”

“I won’t,” he says immediately. No hesitation. “I promise.”

You hold his gaze for a second longer. Making sure. Then your shoulders drop slightly. Some of the tension leaves your body. Not all of it, but enough.

“…You really had me thinking I was losing it,” you mutter, a small, tired huff leaving your lips.

A weak smile tugs at his mouth, gone just as fast.

“I’m sorry.”

You step closer this time. Slowly.

Your hand lifts, hesitating for just a second before you press it gently against his cheek, wiping away the tear that had slipped down earlier.

“You should’ve just told me,” you say softly.

“I know.”

There’s a pause. Then you pull him into a hug. It’s not rushed. Not desperate.

Just… genuine. His arms wrap around you almost instantly, tighter this time-but softer too. Careful.

“I was really scared,” you admit quietly against him.

“I know,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry.”

You exhale slowly.

“…Next time,” you pull back slightly, looking up at him, “just tell me the truth.”

He nods.

“I will.”

And this time, you believe him. He leans down, pulling you away from him with his hand on your chin. His lips briefly press against yours, letting you take time to pull away if you want to.

You don’t, instead you lean in further. It turns into a real kiss, something genuine and sweet. He lets your hands run into his hair, his hands loosening around the suit.

Hands slide around your waist, keeping you against him, he guides you to the couch, lips still attached to yours as he lays you down.

“Louis,” you murmur into the kiss, his reply is to sigh and shake his head, pulling away from you. He rests his head onto your chest, finding comfort in the way your fingers graze his scalp.

˚˖ִ໋❀ synopsis: in which SM!Louis who is obsessed with the reader will stalk her location and swing by to see what she's up to.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ notes: i’m not very good at writing real fanfics so bear with me, and this is my first real one on tumblr. from now on i’ll try to make more of these and i do take requests so hmu!! this contains lots of thriller, slight stalking if you squint, and swearing.

mlist p4/??

It’s soft, barely anything but in the silence of the trees, it stands out like it shouldn’t exist here. His gaze drops immediately to his phone.

Your name. Your message. “Hi, Lou. I miss you, wyd?”

For a moment, he doesn’t move. Just reads it. Then again. Like it might change if he stares long enough.

Below him, the forest is still. Then you shift under him and he looks down.

You’re there, farther from your friends now, slower, drifting behind without noticing. Louis shifts slightly on the branch he’s perched on. Careful. Controlled.

He’s done this enough times to know exactly how much pressure the wood can take. Still he doesn’t relax.

Your phone lights up again below him. A call. Eunchae. He watches you answer, sees your shoulders loosen just slightly at the familiar voice. Good. That’s good.

You should sound like that. Then his message goes through.

"I miss you too. I’m with the boys." Louis stares at it. He didn’t really think before sending it. Just instinct. Something familiar. Something to keep you feeling safe. Below, you pause.

Then you type quickly. He shifts his phone immediately his phone silent now, just on time so no noise comes out. The message appears.

"I have so much to tell you." He reads it instantly. And something in his chest tightens, not fear this time. Not panic. Something heavier.

Because you sound happy. And he doesn’t know if that makes this easier or worse.

A voice calls from ahead of you. Your friends. You start moving again, deeper into the trees. Louis exhales slowly.

He adjusts his position just enough to keep you in sight without making a sound. The distance stays the same. Always the same. Never closer. Never further.

“Just to be sure,” he murmurs. But even to him, it doesn’t sound like a reason anymore. It sounds like something he’s stopped questioning.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The night feels different on the way back to the car. Louder somehow, even though no one is really talking anymore.

Yuna is still laughing about something Haru said earlier, Eunchae is walking slightly ahead, and you’re trailing just a little behind again without meaning to.

“You’re being quiet,” Eunchae says over her shoulder.

“I’m just tired,” you reply quickly. And it’s not a lie. Not exactly. But it’s not the whole truth either.

Because you keep thinking about it.

The woods. That feeling. That moment where everything stopped but nothing should’ve.

You exhale softly, looking down at your phone. No new messages.

Just silence.

Then, there just above you something shifts.

Not loud or obvious. But close.

You stop walking. Just for a second but your friends keep going.

“Hey, are you coming?” Eunchae calls. You don’t answer because you’re looking up.

And this time, you see him.

Not a shadow. Not movement. Him.

Spider-Man.

Perched above the streetlight, completely still, watching. For half a second, everything in your body locks.

And then, he’s gone.

Like he was never there at all.

“…Did you see that?” you whisper. No one answers properly.

“See what?” Haru laughs.

“You’re actually tired, huh,” Yuna adds.

But your chest doesn’t slow down. Because you know what you saw.

Even if you can’t explain it.

Especially if you can’t explain it.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Eunchae sits in her car, watching you walk back into your apartment complex. It doesn’t take long before you get to your room, you can hear Eunchae’s car driving off from your open window.

You can’t help but let out a sigh. What could’ve cause Spider-Man to leave the city and go over to where you were at.

You shake your head, sitting on the edge of your bed. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, shifting your hips up to pull it out of your back pocket.

“Can you come over? I miss you, chérie.” Louis’ message stares back at you, you smile. A real genuine one for the first time tonight.

You type back quick, saying that you’re on the way over. He texts back quick, as if he was sitting there awaiting your message.

The front door shuts behind you, your hands are clammed shut in a fist as you start jogging towards louis’ apartment.

At some point you stop in front of a convenience store. You think to yourself for a second, debating on going in and getting you and louis something to eat.

You’re knocked out of your thoughts when a figure swings by above you.

Red and Blue.

You see it just barely in the reflection on the glass in front of you. He’s here again.

You freeze, your body won’t turn around. Is it because you’re scared or because you don’t want to face the reality that he’s actually stalking you.

So instead, you walk into the store. Immediately going in to grab your usual snacks as well as your boyfriends, taking longer than you typically would.

When you walk back out, you spin around slowly. Looking out for that same red and blue you saw before, but you can’t see it no longer.

You shake your shoulders, ridding the bad feelings and turning quickly to make your way to louis’ home again.

On your way there, you can’t help but think about it more. Why? What compelled him to go and stalk you like this?

A text from Louis pulls you back into reality again. When you open it, he seems worried almost.

“Wya? you’re taking a longer than usual.” he throws in a few emojis to try to ease the tension on the message. His hands gripping his phone with an unruly amount of pressure.

He’s sat on the fire escape of his apartment, suit thrown carelessly into the hiding spot he has it in.

Sure, he could go back out and make sure you’re getting here safe, but after you saw him at the convenience store, he can’t go back out. He won’t let himself.

Your texts make his phone buzz in his hands, snapping his eyes back down to see the message.

“I’m sorry, I stopped by the store by your house.” the second message takes a second to send. “Got your favorites, Lou,” he sighs, his heart rate slowing.

He regrets going to see you today, he’s sure he’s ruined everything. You’re clearly suspicious, and that concerns him.

He glances up and looks at the necklace thats hung up on the wall, it was Ohyul’s. His late best friend. They used to be really close, then he told him he was the superhero that protected their city.

Ohyul kept the secret, but they slipped up once. The older boy was kidnapped, a group had seen them together, close. Too close for a superhero saving a civilian.

“He’ll be here. Spider-Man will fuck you up.” Ohyul spat at the pair of boys stood above him, his hands bonded behind his back as his knees dug into the floor.

“Oh, but he’s not Spider-Man to you is he?” One of them threw back, the words making Ohyul scowl. The one who spoke leaned down, getting up in his face.

“You know who he is, and you’re gonna tell us.” Ohyul let out a laugh under his breath, rolling his eyes as he leaned back on his heels.

“I don’t know who he is,” The male scoffed, pulling the mask down to free his lower half of his face.

“We know you do, we’ve seen you with Spider-Man.” He brought his hand up to Ohyuls’s collar, tugging forcefully on it to bring him closer.

His breath was warm on Ohyul’s face when he spoke again. “You’ll tell us, or you’ll die.”

Ohyul’s eyes rolled, spitting onto the man’s face. He chose not to say anything at all, and that somehow made it worse.

When Louis had gotten there, it was far too late. Ohyul was hospitalized and the men were arrested, but they told Louis he wouldn’t wake up. He was in a coma, for two years until now.

He swore from then on, he wouldn’t tell anyone. He couldn’t risk this again.

He wouldn’t.

“Louis? I’m here,” your sweet voice echoed in his head, his head swinging towards the door. His hands were shaking, a few guilty tears slipping off his chin and onto the floor.

You knocked again, your fists pounding on the door. Worry flooded your mind, why wasn’t he answering?

The key hidden on top of the door came falling down to the floor beside you, reminding you that you could use it to get in.

You slide the key into the key hole, opening the door as fast as possible. When it finally swings open, Louis is standing by the counter, staring at the door with wide eyes and a few stray tears.

“What happened?” Your voice rings out in the quiet apartment. His eyes fall to the floor as he makes his way to you quickly, hands wrapping around your waist.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, tears wetting the warm skin as he lets out a weak.

I’ve been going back and forth on whether I should continue my Spider-Man Louis fic 💔 I already have part 4 drafted but I don’t know if I like where it’s going anymore…

Do you guys still want me to finish it or should I leave it where it is 🫩

˚˖ִ໋❀ Synopsis: Random texts with LNGSHOT boys

⋆˚࿔ Contains: Swearing, fluff, mentions of sexual acts

ꕤ｡˚⋆ Ohyul

˖ ݁♬⋆.˚ Ryul

⋆˚࿔ Woojin

⋆‧° Louis

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ synopsis: after lngshot’s photoshoot with Gucci, Ohyul texts you to come over. Instead of watching a movie like intended, you get a little distracted.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ Notes: SMUT! with no plot 💔, grinding, swearing, dry humping, eater!ohyul ,Ohyul comes in his pants 😓, p in v, raw (pls use protection), he cums inside, this was requested, based of off the pictures from the collab.

Ohyul was incredibly exhausted from the photoshoot, Louis was sitting beside him in the car yapping about how he couldn’t get the poses right.

Though even with the loud music from the speakers and Louis talking his ear off, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

It’s been a few days since he’d seen you and his mind was filled with every aspect about you. From your hair to your scent that lingered on his clothes after hugging to the way you fit in his arms.

“I just don’t get why they have to yell at me,”

“Louis, they didn’t even. You’re so dramatic.”

Ohyul blocked their voices out, pulling his phone out from the tight jeans he wore. He opened your contact and immediately messaged you.

It didn’t take long for them to get back to dormitory. He grabbed his stuff from the car before trudging inside.

“Louis, let’s go to the connivence store.” Ryul mentioned making his way to the kitchen with Woojin.

“Wait, I wanna go?” Woojin pushed past Ohyul to get to his room, muttering a “move, bitch.”

Ohyul rolled his eyes, smacking the back of the youngers head before making his way to his own room.

He slipped off his shoes and put his belongings down. Throwing his phone onto the side of his bed. He groaned, sitting on the edge of the mattress, rolling his shoulders.

The other members weren’t subtle about them leaving. Someone yelled a “we’re leaving, Ohyul, we’ll be back in a few.”

He grumbled under his breath, his head falling back on his shoulders in exhaustion. His phone buzzed beside him, knocking him back into reality.

Your contact lit up his screen, illuminating the dark room. Ohyul was quick to answer, pressing the screen to his cheek.

“Hello? Are you here?”

“Mhmm, I saw the boys before i walked in-“

Before you could finish, the call ended abruptly and the door swung open. Ohyul’s hunched figure stood in the doorway.

“Hi.” he murmured, his hands already pulling you into a hug before you could register he even got closer.

“Hi, Yul. I missed you.”

He didn’t respond, pulling you into the walkway, his face buried in your neck. His hair brushed your cheek, making you giggle from the sensation.

He pulled back, kissing your cheek then quickly moving to your lips for a kiss. Before you could kiss back, he pulled away just as fast as he came.

A smile rested on his lips, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you close enough that you could feel his heart beat against your chest.

You pushed him off you, moving into their small living room to go sit on the couch, but he caught your hand before you could take a seat.

“cmon, forget the movie.”

You tilted your head, wasn’t that what you came over for? He pulled you towards his room, his chest pressed against your back as he guided you towards his bed.

“Yul, what are you doing.”

“I want to cuddle now, forget the movie, we can watch it later.” He muttered, flicking on his light as he came back to lay down.

Before he could, you pushed your palm to his chest, making him stand up again. A confused look graces his features, his arms stretching up to palm the back of his neck.

“I didn’t notice until now. This outfit is very..” You trailed off, eyes moving from his face down his chest to his legs before coming back to look him in the eyes.

“Oh yeah? Take a picture it’ll last longer.” A cocky smile placed on his lips, his hands reaching down to press on the bed beside your thighs. He leaned in, his breath warm against your lips.

“Is this what you wanted me over for?” You lean in closer, stopping just before your lips collide, making him whine out in desperation.

“Don’t tease.” He sighed, his hand finding the back of your head, forcing your lips to his in an aggressive manner.

You moan into the kiss, your hands sliding up to his shoulders, nails digging into his tight shirt. He stammers out a groan, his weight falling onto yours, laying you back against the mattress.

“Ohyul,” you whisper against his lips. He grunts, his hips bucking your own. You can feel him start to grind against you.

His kisses start to get messy, he pulls away briefly, sighing before going back down. It doesn’t take long for him to move down to your jaw, his plump lips making a mess of your neck.

“Yul, no- ngh.. no marks,” but he doesn’t hear you, too immersed with making different spots on your neck a pretty shade of purple.

Your hands find his hair, tugging at the strands near the base. His hips stutter against yours, his hands moving to your waist to swing you on top of him.

His head hit the pillow, face completely fucked out in pleasure as your hips grinded against his. His hands gripped your hips tight, fingers turning white from the pressure, surely he’d leave marks.

You fumble with his belt, hands unable to unbuckle it. He moves yours out of the way, sliding it off in one go.

He moves quickly to the hem of your shirt, he stops before pulling it off, eyes boring into yours for permission.

You nod quick, lifting your arms up so he can slip it off you. It doesn’t take long for him to unclasp your bra as well, hands immediately following that action to fondle your breasts.

The action makes you whimper, your hands sliding up his chest, the tight shirt in your way so you bring them back down to pull it off. He shifts to sit up, his cock tight against his jeans, pressing against your clothed core.

It brings a loud moan from the both of you, you finish pulling his shirt off. He pulls you down, your bare chest against his own.

Though you stop undressing there, your hips don’t still on his, your pace quickening before they stutter when he places his lips on your neck again.

He whines into your neck, biting down to stifle his noises. The faster your hips move, the closer he’s getting. His head falls back onto the soft pillow beneath him, his own hips bucking up to meet yours.

“Fuck.. m’gonna cum,” he stutters, hands shaking against your waist. His hips buck up into yours one more time before he folds.

“Oh my god- fuck,” he whines, his hands lifting you up and off him to stop you from going any longer to overstimulate him.

He sits up quick, pulling the rest of his clothes off before turning to you, pushing you down. His hands move down to the waistband of your pants.

You lift your hips, giggling at the thought of him cumming in his pants. He rolls his eyes, chuckling as he pulls them off in one swift go along with your panties.

He stares up at you, hands moving to your thighs to pull them apart. A moan rips from his throat, he crawls up the bed. His fingers edging towards your pussy, he sets your legs up onto his shoulders.

His lips trail from your stomach down, his big doe eyes looking up at you between his long lashes. He makes it to your clit, kissing lightly at the bud. Before moving lower to lick on your wet folds.

“Ngh- Yul, please..” you whimper, hands reaching down to pull on his hair. The action makes him groan against your pussy, the vibrations sending added pleasure throughout the rest of your body.

Ohyul’s hands grip tighter on your thighs, he knows it won’t take long for you to finish. He pushes his tongue flat against you, before plunging it deep inside.

You can feel him spelling out his own name into you, your hands tugging at his hair harder. Head falling back onto your shoulders as your high comes, your legs wrapping around his head as you reach your climax.

“Ohyul! F-fuck..” he chuckles against you, kissing your pretty cunt one last time before he crawls back up to kiss you. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

Your legs wrap around his waist. One of his hands slides down your chest until he reaches his thick cock. He leans closer, rubbing the tip against your slick folds.

“Please, Yul. D-don’t tease me,” he kisses down your jaw, biting as he huffs out a laugh. He places his other hand onto your stomach, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

“Can you take it?” he murmurs, sliding his throbbing cock just barely deeper into you, making you flutter around nothing.

You nod quickly, your hand tighten around his forearm. He shakes his head, stifling a laugh before he pushes in.

You both gasp, as he penetrates, each inch making you louder. He lets out moan as he bottoms out inside you, his head falling forward.

He stills, making you whine in desperation, he chuckles, reeling his hips back just so his tip stays in you. He sits there, composing himself before leaning down and ramming his cock back into you.

The action alone gets a loud noise from you, his pace sets. His hand stays on your stomach, pressing down so he can feel himself fuck into you.

“You’re doing so well, fuck…” he murmurs under his breath, his other hand moving your leg to rest onto his shoulder. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

“Such a good girl,” he quips against your lips. His hips quicken, his high coming back for a second time tonight.

“Yul, please..” You pull away from him, your head landing back onto the bed. Ohyul lets out another cry, as he cums, but his hips don’t still. He won’t stop until you’ve came on his cock.

“Cum on my cock, fuck-please cum on my cock..” he falls on top of you, his weight heavy on your chest. His hips stutter into yours as your climax hits again. Your legs shake around his waist, ankles locking, trapping him against you.

Ohyul’s hips cease, his cock still buried deep inside you. His head falls into your neck, breath hot against your skin.

You sigh, your hands lying flat on his back as he lets himself rest for a minute. As you both lay there, you engage in conversation as if you both aren’t completely naked and he’s still inside you.

Then you can hear the front door open, and the sound of three pairs of shoes against the hardwood floor.

“Shit.”

˚˖ִ໋❀ synopsis: in which SM!Louis who is obsessed with the reader will stalk her location and swing by to see what shes up to.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ notes: i’m not very good at writing real fanfics so bear with me, and this is my first real one on tumblr. from now on i’ll try to make more of these and i do take requests so hmu!! this contains lots of thriller, slight stalking if you squint, and swearing.

mlist p3/??

The air feels colder when you step outside. The noise of the restaurant fades behind you, replaced by the quieter hum of the street. Distant cars, muffled voices, the occasional burst of laughter from people passing by.

“Okay,” Yuna claps her hands once, already walking ahead. “Now we explore.”

“You’re way too excited about this,” Haru mutters, though she follows anyway. “Because it’s fun,” Yuna shoots back. You laugh softly, falling into step beside them, your gaze drifting around the unfamiliar streets.

It’s different out here. This city is much quieter at night than what you're used to. Its the kind of place where your footsteps feel a little louder than they should.

“Wait,” Eunchae slows slightly. “Are we even going the right way?”

“Probably not,” Yuna says.

when a sharp noise cuts through the air. Metal hitting the pavement behind you.

Everyone stops. Something drops from above and fast.

The metal halts midair for half a second, just long enough for your brain to catch up before it’s yanked upward again, disappearing into the dark with a thin strand of web.

Silence settles around you.

“…Was that Spider-Man?” Haru says slowly and you don’t answer. You’re still staring at the empty space where it should’ve landed, your stomach twisting uneasily.

Because this time you know you didn’t imagine it. It was spider-man, just like at the restaurant, at home, in the car, everywhere. He was always there.

"What a weird dude." Someone mutters before all your friends agree and start to move on. "What do you think he's doing,"

They keep laughing and making jokes, but this doesn't feel like a joke. There's nothing to laugh about because you know something is definitely wrong.

But you turn around and catch up to them, what could it really be? He's just doing his job. It just happens that he's always around you. At least that's whatever plausible excuse you can come up with.

"Okay, I think its over here," Yuna's voice cuts trough the chatter from everyone else. You look up to see her pointing somewhere into the thick woods, her phone screen is bright compared to the dark sky, illuminating her face.

"This is so stupid," Haru rolls her eyes, while Eunchae nudges her shoulder with her own. "Don't be so lame, what if we see a ghost." You can't help but find it a little funny, truly what could be the harm of something like this?

The further in you go, the quieter it gets. The sounds of the city fade until they’re barely there at all, replaced by the soft crunch of leaves beneath your shoes and the occasional rustle of branches overhead.

You don’t notice that you're slowing down. Your friends’ voices drift a little farther ahead, their laughter muffled by the trees as they keep walking.

A little chime comes from your phone in your pocket, it makes you think of Louis. What was that silly boy of yours doing without you. When you take your phone out, instead of checking what made it chime in the first place, you text Louis.

You send a simple, "Hi, Lou. I miss you, wyd?" It takes a minute or two to go through, the thick trees making signal a little hard to find so you move around a few steps to get it to send.

It's quiet while you wait, your eyes stuck on the little dot beside the message so when it disappears and you hear that same chime that came from your phone earlier behind you, your heart drops.

When you muster the courage to turn around, there's nothing there. Of course, there's nothing there. You start to wonder if you have schizophrenia or something.

You can feel it though, like someone's not just staring at you, but watching. Waiting even. It takes a second for you to calm down, your phone chimes again.

"Where did you go?" Its Eunchae. You look around and finally realize that you're not with them anymore, but you're certainly not alone now. You call her instead of texting her back.

"Hey, where are you? When did you leave us?" Her voice echos slightly from your phones speaker, it makes you feel a little calmer. You're about to respond when your phone buzzes against your ear.

You turn the phone call to speaker, Eunchae's voice still oozing from the speaker while you open your phone. You expected it to be Yuna or Haru, assuming they had got lost as well.

"I miss you too, I'm with the boys." Louis. Your shoulders loosen instantly, relief washing over you so fast it almost makes you dizzy.

See? You’re overthinking. Your fingers move quickly.

"I have so much to tell you," You send the message and this time it sends immediately. You pause, turning the volume of your phone as low as you can and you listen. Waiting to hear the chime again, but it never comes.

"HEY, ANSWER ME I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" Eunchae screams into her phone, but you can hear it in real life. You hang up, walking to the direction of where you heard her voice.

˚˖ִ໋❀ synopsis: in which SM!Louis who is obsessed with the reader will stalk her location and swing by to see what she's up to.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ notes: i’m not very good at writing real fanfics so bear with me, and this is my first real one on tumblr. from now on i’ll try to make more of these and i do take requests so hmu!! this contains lots of thriller, slight stalking if you squint, and swearing.

mlist p2/??

The car ride felt longer than it truly was, music filled the air and laughter that didn’t need reason.

Eunchae kept missing turns, Haru was half hanging out the window claiming it was too hot even with the AC blasting and every window down, and Yuna wouldn’t stop talking about all the places you had to go.

It felt nice, you felt almost free like this. Being somewhere new, unfamiliar.

By the time you guys actually got to the first location, a nice restaurant to start the day off, the sky had dimmed, street lights flickering on.

“We should really go exploring later,” Yuna said again, practically bouncing as you pushed the door open.

“You’ve said that like 5 times.”

“Because it’s a good idea, duh.”

You step out, taking in the new area. The different, unfamiliar streets, the buzz of people walking by, the feel of being somewhere you didn’t know.

You pause, waiting for your friends to get out as well. Something just above a building flashes by, quick.

You glance up. Nothing. Even though theres nothing there you can’t look away, a pool of uneasiness settles in your stomach.

“Hey, you coming?” Eunchae bumps her shoulder into yours, an easy smile on her lips as she loops her arm into yours.

You walk with her, not looking back. But if you had, you would’ve seen him. Louis.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

He shouldn’t be here.

The thought had crossed his mind more than once on the way here, between rooftops, between breaths, between every second he spent convincing himself this was just precaution.

Just in case. That’s all it was supposed to be.

Now he stands a few buildings away, crouched low against the edge, eyes locked on you like he doesn’t know how to look away. His phone clutched in his hand, your location shining bright on the screen, almost taunting him.

You’re laughing.

Really laughing, head tilted back, shoulders relaxed, like there’s nothing in the world you need to worry about.

His chest tightens.

You look… fine. More than fine.

And for a second, he wonders if he made a mistake coming here at all.

Then you pause.

Just for a second. Your head tilting slightly, eyes lifting toward the rooftops.

Toward him.

He freezes. His spidey senses kick in and he shifts back just as your gaze lands where he’d been seconds before, pressing himself further into the shadows.

Silence.

“…You coming?” one of your friends calls.

You hesitate.

Then you look away and just like that you’re gone again. His grip tightens slightly against the concrete beneath him.

He exhales slowly.

“Just making sure,” he mutters to himself.

But he doesn’t leave. He can't.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The restaurant is louder than you expected.

Its not overwhelming, just full. Conversations overlapping, dishes clinking, the low hum of people unwinding after a long day.

It’s warm, too. Comforting in a way that makes it easier to settle in, to forget about everything outside of it.

“Oh my god, I’m starving,” Haru groans, already sliding into the booth without waiting for anyone else.

“You’re always starving,” Yuna laughs, dropping into the seat across from her.

You smile, slipping in beside Eunchae as she nudges your shoulder lightly.

“At least she’s consistent.”

“Exactly,” Haru says proudly, grabbing a menu. “It’s a talent.”

The conversation flows easily after that, jumping from one thing to another, stories overlapping, laughter spilling out without effort.

You relax into it without thinking.

It feels nice. Normal.

Your fingers trace the edge of your glass absentmindedly as you listen to Yuna ramble about some place she found online, something about hidden spots and “secret views” she swears you all have to see later.

You nod along, half-listening.

Something catches your eye, just outside the window.

It’s dark outside now, the glass reflecting more of the inside than anything beyond it the soft lights, moving figures, your own silhouette shifting slightly when you move.

You stare for a second longer than you mean to.

“…Hello? Earth to you?” Eunchae waves a hand in front of your face.

You blink, pulling your attention back with a small laugh. “Sorry, I just zoned out.”

“Clearly,” she teases. “We were talking about where to go after this.”

“Still voting exploring,” Yuna adds quickly.

“Obviously,” Haru agrees.

You smile, about to respond then you glance at the window again.

Just for a second.

The reflection shifts as someone passes behind you.

Or, maybe not behind you.

Your smile falters, just barely.

“…You okay?” Eunchae asks, softer this time.

You hesitate. It’s nothing. It has to be.

“Yeah,” you say, shaking your head lightly. “Yeah, I’m good.”

You force a small smile, turning back to the table like nothing happened.

Like you didn’t feel it again.

That same quiet uneasiness settling in your chest.

˚˖❀ synopsis: in which SM!Louis who is obsessed with the reader will stalk her location and swing by to see what shes up to.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ notes: i’m not very good at writing real fanfics so bear with me, and this is my first real one on tumblr. from now on i’ll try to make more of these and i do take requests so hmu!! this contains lots of thriller, slight stalking if you squint, and swearing.

mlist p1/??

For you, it was a normal day. Wake up, text Louis for a little then move on with the day. The only thing that was different was that you weren't going to see him today, instead you're going out with a few friends.

Louis doesn't mind you going out at all, but when you mentioned that you were leaving town for it and going somewhere you've never been, it piqued his interest more than it should've.

He'd thought about sneaking around as spider-man before to spy on you, but he knew it wasn't right. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, he just worried like most boyfriends would. This time was different though, leaving town? He needed to make sure you'd be okay, he didn't care if it seemed wrong, he was going.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You were sat at your vanity, doing your make up and hair so you looked presentable enough to go out apart from the pajamas you wear constantly when your phone lit up, Louis contact name gleamed up at you.

When you answered and put your phone up against the mirror so you could see him and vice versa, he was somewhere outside. Staring down at you through the phone with a wide smile.

"Hi," he breathed out nervously, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on his phone. "Hi, Louis. What's up, cutie."

Louis' face flushed from your pet name, he looked away, hiding his smile under his palm. "Nothing, I just," He paused, exhaling softly, "wanted to talk to you before you leave,"

You hummed, still focused on your reflection. “I’m almost done getting ready, actually.”

“Yeah?” His smile faded as quickly as it came, something tighter settling in his chest. “When are you heading out?”

“Soon. I think Eunchae’ll be here in like thirty.”

“Right,” he shifts, on your end it looks like a casual shrug. On his side, he’s already moving up the side of the building, pulling himself toward the roof. “Who’s going again?”

“Eunchae, Haru, Yuna, and Harin.” You finish your lip gloss, tossing it into your bag. “I think Yuna mentioned going exploring.”

His fingers tighten slightly around his phone before he notices, the edge pressing faintly into his grip. “Do you know where?”

Your phone buzzes, slipping for a second before you catch it again. “No, she didn’t say.”

“Sounds… fun,” you add, glancing at your screen. “I’ll have to send videos or something.” He nods once, a little too slow, like his mind is somewhere else entirely.

“Sorry, Lou, but I have to go. Eunchae got here sooner than I thought.”

“Yeah,” he says quietly, adjusting his grip again this time deliberately loosening it. “Okay.”

There's a pause before he speaks again and you think he might've hung up.

“Text me when you get there, yeah?”

“Course. Love you, Lou.” You grab your things and leave the phone face-up on the vanity. He stares at the empty screen for a second too long.

“I love you,” he says softly after the call has already ended.

As he sits on the rooftop, he decides it. As your getting into your friends car, ready to go mess around, your boyfriend has made up his mind.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ synopsis: randoms texts with the lngshot boys

⋆.𐙚 contains: kind of mean reader, fluff, mentions of sexual acts

ꕤ｡˚⋆ Ohyul

˖ ݁♬⋆.˚ Ryul

⋆˚࿔ Woojin

⋆‧° Louis