Here’s the thing two boys Inlove with you that would do anything for you and try to win you over but the thing is that who would you choose 🤔
Ohyul is your childhood friend who is in love with you but then there’s also Ryul, your brother’s best friend who is also in love with you.
Ohyul came over to hang out, you’re both currently sitting criss cross on the floor infront of each other, while eating snacks. “Truth or Dare? Ohyul” you asked him while you propped a gummy in your mouth. Ohyul grins, popping another chip into his mouth. “Truth! Hit me with it." He wipes his hands on his pants, looking curious about your question.
“Is it true that you have a crush on someone” you simply said grabbing another gummy. His cheeks flush slightly, but he tries to play it cool. He glances at you sideways. "Uh... maybe. Why do you ask?"
He fidgets with the snack bag, clearly a bit nervous about the direction of this conversation. “I’m just asking. who is it?” you leaned foward curious wanting to know who it was. He hesitates, looking down at the floor. His voice gets quieter. "I... I can't tell you that. It's complicated." He avoids eye contact, a telltale sign he's hiding something, you pout from his response.
“Okay…now you ask me” you pointed at him and then yourself, his smirk widens mischievously. He pats his lap. "I dare you to sit right here. For the next five minutes."
You tried to argue but he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. He chuckles as he successfully pulls you down, his arms securely around your waist to keep you in place. "No arguing. Dare's a dare, remember?" He's clearly enjoying this, a playful glint in his eyes. You knew if your brothers best friend, Ryul, found out or see you in this position he’ll get jealous or even beat the shit out of Ohyul. Ohyul glances at the door, then back at you with a knowing smile.
His breath mingles with yours, his eyes locked on your lips. He's inches away, testing boundaries. "You know... your brother would freak if he knew I was this close to you." His thumb brushes your cheek, a mix of mischief and something deeper in his expression. “Especially his friend, Ryul, you know he likes you but I won’t let him have you” Despite the threat, he doesn't move back, his eyes flickering with challenge.
Ohyul lips touched your softly and turned into a make out session, he kisses you deeply, one hand cradling your head while the other supports his weight. His initial gentle kiss quickly becomes more passionate. Your fingers stroke the back of his hair pulling him closer, He groans softly at your touch, responding by kissing you harder. His body presses against yours more firmly, his hand sliding from your hair to your neck, his tongue entered your mouth tangling with your tongue saliva dripping down your chin. You couldn’t lie but you had a crush on both Ohyul and Ryul, just look at them, Ohyul has a cute face and Ryul a more handsome face, but uh this was so suffocating for you.
It was getting late, and Ohyul gived you a quick kiss before he left, you were standing near the front door, He whispers against your lips before leaving. "Goodnight, pretty girl. See you tomorrow." He opens the door quietly, glancing back at you one last time with a secretive smile. You went upstairs and past by your brothers room and you made eye contact with Ryul. Ryul was just stepping out of your brother's room, and his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw you.
He noticed your flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled appearance. He raised an eyebrow, a questioning look on his face. He didn't say anything, but his jaw tensed. Definitely jealous. His fingers clenched at his sides, and he studied your face intently, searching for any sign of what happened.
He leaned against the wall, blocking your path slightly, but moved so you can pass but his pinky finger hooked on your pinky finger.
His pinky hooked yours firmly, a subtle but possessive gesture. He kept his expression neutral, though his eyes followed your every move with intensity. As you tried to continue, he maintained the connection, not letting go completely. He finally released your pinky after a moment, but his gaze remained heavy. His voice came out low and slightly rough. "Sleep well." There was an underlying meaning in those simple words, that made you shiver.
He watched you walk away, his eyes darkening. Once you were out of sight, he muttered under his breath. "Ohyul better not have touched her too much..." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, heading back to your brothers room.
You fell asleep on your bed, the house settled into nighttime stillness. In your brother's room, Ryul couldn't sleep, thinking about you and Ohyul. You and Ryul would sometimes make out, this had been happening for months - a secret arrangement between you and Ryul. He knew exactly when to wait for your brother to leave, and he was careful not to leave any evidence.
In the middle of the night you felt two arms around your waist, Ryul had snuck into your room while you were sleeping. He held you close, his face buried in your neck, you woke up and rolled on your other side, now facing him completely. He smiled faintly in the darkness, looking down at you. His thumb stroked your side. "Couldn't sleep without you." His voice was barely a whisper, meant only for your ears.
Before you knew it you both were making out His hands roamed under your shirt feeling your soft skin, as he kissed you deeply, more passionate than usual due to his jealousy earlier. He pulled you closer against his chest. He groaned against your mouth, his tongue meeting yours. One hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he kissed you hungrily.
Was Ryul a good kisse than Ohyul?
It was a close call, but Ryul had more experience and a certain dominant edge that Ohyul lacked. His kiss was confident and skilled, claiming your lips as his own. But you couldn’t decide who to pick.
You then fell asleep, he held you protectively even in sleep, his arms still wrapped around you. Before drifting off, he pressed one last soft kiss to your forehead. You woke up in the morning, Ryul was gone is side of the bed was empty and cool. Your phone buzzed with a message from Ryul,
"Had to leave before your brother checks. See you later.”
Your phone buzzed again with a message but this time from Ohyul, coming through just as you found the note. "Morning beautiful. Wanna hang out later?”
Your fingers hovered over the screen, caught between the two messages. One was from your childhood friend, the other from your brother's best friend.
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๋ ๋ ࣭ ⭑ everyone thinks you and kim ryul can't stand each other. maybe they're right. maybe that's why he keeps an arm around your waist the entire drive, lets you steal all his warmth when your fever gets worse, and kisses your forehead when he thinks you're asleep.
you and ryul had known each other since before either of you could properly walk.
your parents had been best friends since their university days, and somewhere along the way, they'd decided the two of you should become best friends too—or as your mom like to teasingly say, 'maybe something more'.
well, instead. all you and ryul ever did was bicker.
he stole your fries.
you hid his shoes.
he told everyone at your ninth birthday party that you still wet your bed at night.
you 'accidentally' spilled grape juice on his favorite basketball jersey.
and he would always laugh at you every time you fell off your bike.
it had been like that for as long as either of you could remember—a never-ending competition where neither of you was ever willing to lose.
your parents kept insisting that the fighting meant you were "close."
you insisted that they were just imagining things.
ryul insisted that you were just dramatic.
then you insisted that he was the problem.
and ten years later, neither of you had changed your minds.
so when both families decided to go on another road trip together, they figured they might as well invite ohyul, woojin, and louis along too. since you and ryul were both only children, having a few more people your age seemed like a good idea. the more, the merrier, you guessed. besides, you weren't exactly surprised.
family trips always ended the same way.
somehow, in some way, you and ryul always got stuck together.
you just hadn't expected it to be quite this literal.
the rented van was packed from floor to ceiling. suitcases were stacked on top of one another. a cooler occupied half the aisle. travel pillows were stuffed wherever there was space.
and someone, probably your mom, had packed enough snacks to survive an apocalypse.
by the time you and ryul climbed into the van, everyone else had already claimed their seats.
you stopped in the doorway.
"...you've got to be kidding me."
there wasn't a single empty seat left.
well...not exactly.
way in the very back sat one lonely seat, squeezed between a wall of luggage.
your mom looked over her shoulder before smiling a little too innocently.
"oh!"
she clapped her hands together.
"i know."
tou immediately pointed at her.
"mom, no."
"...honey, i haven't even said anything yet."
"you don't have to."
your aunt peeked over the seat, trying—and failing to hide her grin.
"y/n can just sit on ryul's lap."
"auntieeeee, absolutely not."
you answered so quickly that louis snorted from the row ahead.
woojin actually twisted around in his seat just to watch what happened next.
ryul, meanwhile, looked up from his phone.
"...works for me."
you stared at him.
"excuse me?"
he slipped his phone into his pocket and shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.
"it's only a couple of hours."
"problem solved." your dad laughed.
you looked around the van, silently hoping someone would volunteer to switch.
but nobody did.
because ohyul had already put his headphones on. louis suddenly became very interested in the scenery outside. and woojin whistled to himself like he hadn't heard a thing.
freaking traitors.
with one long, defeated sigh, you climbed over the pile of suitcases toward the back.
"careful."
ryul reached out instinctively, one hand settling lightly against your waist as you climbed over the mountain of suitcases.
"...i'm aware." you muttered, trying to balance yourself without accidentally kneeing him in the face.
"you almost stepped on my foot."
"consider it payback."
"for what?"
"existing."
"harsh." he clicked his tongue, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward anyway.
once you finally managed to squeeze into the tiny space, you let out a long sigh before carefully lowering yourself onto his lap.
"happy?" you asked dryly.
"...not really."
he shifted slightly beneath you, trying to make room where there really wasn't any.
"comfortable?"
"absolutely not."
"same."
the van pulled away from the driveway a second later, earning a chorus of cheers from louis and woojin somewhere in the middle row.
within minutes, music filled the speakers.
your moms were already laughing over stories from university.
your dads had started discussing which rest stop supposedly had the best coffee.
everything was loud.
lively.
exactly how every family trip usually started.
except, you weren't arguing anymore.
ryul noticed after about fifteen minutes.
normally, you would've complained at least three times by now. that he was sitting weird. that his finger kept poking your arm. that his knees were bony. that somehow, this entire seating arrangement was his fault.
instead... you stayed unusually quiet.
he glanced down.
"did you lose your voice?"
"...hm?"
"you've been unexpectedly quiet."
you rolled your eyes weakly before turning your attention back toward the window.
the scenery blurred past. green trees. small shops. the occasional motorcycle weaving between lanes.
your eyelids felt heavier with every passing minute.
another bump in the road.
your body tipped sideways before you could catch yourself.
ryul's hand found your waist immediately.
steadying you.
firm enough to stop you from sliding into the luggage.
"...careful." he murmured.
"...thanks."
you didn't move away.
usually, you would've. usually, you'd complain about him touching you. instead, you simply stayed where you were. leaning just slightly against him.
that...
wasn't like you.
his eyes drifted toward your face again.
your cheeks looked pink.
at first, he blamed the weather.
then he noticed the way you kept rubbing your arms beneath your hoodie.
"...cold?"
you hesitated. "...little bit."
"it's thirty degrees outside."
you stayed quiet.
then ryul frowned.
without really thinking, he lifted the back of his hand toward your forehead.
you blinked. "...what are you—"
his hand brushed your skin. he froze.
warm. far warmer than it should've been.
his hand slid carefully to the side of your neck.
still warm. too warm.
"...baby."
the nickname slipped out before he could stop himself.
quiet and instinctive.
"...you're burning up."
you blinked at him slowly. "...am i?"
"don't play dumb."
his brows knitted together.
"since when?"
you looked down at your hands.
"...this morning."
"this morning?"
a tiny nod.
"why didn't you tell anybody?"
you shrugged weakly.
"everyone's been excited about this trip... didn't wanna ruin it."
ryul stared at you for a long moment. then quietly sighed through his nose.
"...you're impossible."
there wasn't an ounce of annoyance in his voice. only something softer. something that sounded suspiciously like concern.
he reached behind him, feeling around the pile of bags until his fingers found one of the travel blankets.
he shook it open with one hand before draping it carefully over your shoulders.
the blanket slipped almost immediately.
"hold still." he muttered.
you obediently stayed still while he tucked it around you properly.
one corner over your shoulder. another around your arms. making sure it wouldn't fall again.
"...there."
"...you're fussing." you mumbled.
"didn't know you knew how."
ryul huffed a quiet laugh. and you only hummed in response.
the blanket settled comfortably around your shoulders, trapping what little warmth it could.
still... it wasn't quite enough.
a shiver ran through you before you could stop it.
ryul felt it.
without saying anything, he shifted you a little closer, one hand resting against your side as he adjusted your position on his lap.
"...c'mere."
it was barely a whisper. more instinct than invitation. and you went without thinking. your body naturally leaned into his. your cheek found his shoulder first. then, after another quiet moment, you tucked your face into the crook of his neck.
his shirt smelled faintly of detergent and whatever cologne he'd sprayed on that morning.
warm and comfortable.
you let out the smallest sigh.
ryul glanced down.
"better?"
you gave a sleepy nod against him.
that was enough.
his arm slipped around your waist, drawing you impossibly closer until there wasn't any space left between the two of you.
his hand settled against your side, rubbing slow, absentminded circles through your hoodie.
every pass seemed to chase away a little more of the chill clinging to your body.
you didn't realize when your own arms moved.
one of them slowly wrapped around his middle beneath the blanket, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his shirt.
ryul's eyes dropped to your hand. a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
he didn't tease you. didn't point it out.
he simply covered your hand with his for a second, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it rest where it was.
another bump in the road made the van sway.
instinctively, you burrowed even closer, your nose brushing against his neck.
your grip tightened ever so slightly.
ryul's arm around your waist tightened with it.
"...easy." he murmured.
his chin came to rest lightly on top of your head.
one hand remained around your waist while the other drifted up to smooth your hair back from your face.
his fingers lingered for a moment against your temple before disappearing into your hair, gently combing through the strands.
he kept doing it absentmindedly.
slow strokes. over and over.
the kind that made it harder to stay awake.
your eyes fluttered shut.
you barely noticed yourself melting further into him until your entire weight was resting against his chest.
he adjusted without complaint.
one arm securely around you, the other pulling the blanket higher over both of you this time.
covering your shoulders, then his own, sharing the warmth.
the rest of the drive stretched on around you.
louis and woojin were still arguing somewhere near the front.
your parents laughed over stories from years ago.
every now and then, the van would hit another bump, but ryul's arm tightened around your waist before you could even be jostled awake.
at some point, you'd fallen asleep completely.
your face was tucked into the crook of his neck, one arm still wrapped loosely around his middle.
you looked impossibly comfortable.
ryul glanced down.
carefully, he brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear so it wouldn't keep tickling your cheek.
you barely stirred.
just another sleepy little sigh before unconsciously snuggling even closer.
"...clingy." he murmured, though the fond smile on his face gave him away.
not that he minded.
if anything...he only pulled you closer.
his chin rested lightly against the top of your head while one hand continued its slow, absentminded circles along your back beneath the blanket.
he stayed like that for a while.
just holding you. making sure you stayed warm.
the sky outside had begun to darken, painting the windows in shades of orange before slowly fading into blue.
ryul looked down at you one last time.
"...hey."
his voice was barely above a whisper.
you didn't wake.
only hummed softly against his neck.
he smiled. then, very gently, he leaned down.
his lips brushed against your forehead.
the kiss lingered for just a second.
warm and careful.
"...get well soon, baby."
his thumb swept once across your side before settling there again.
"i'll take care of you until then."
you never opened your eyes.
instead, your arms tightened around him just a little, almost as if your sleeping mind had heard him anyway.
ryul let out the quietest laugh. "...yeah"
he rested his cheek against the top of your head, keeping you tucked safely against his chest as the van carried everyone farther down the highway.
for once...
neither of you argued.
and neither of you let go.
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a/n : HIII EVERYONEE !! took me long enough to finally post another ryul fic for u guys! also... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1K LIKES ON MY LAST RYUL FIC. i seriously wasn't expecting that at all 😭 i love ya'll so much 💞
i really, really, hope ya'll enjoy this one as much as the last ficccc <3
I neeeedd a fic of either Ryul or Ohyul fcking reader in the studio
(like yk those songs with the moans in the background or smth like that?) UGHHHHHH
The studio was dead silent, illuminated only by the ambient glow of the equipment monitors casting long shadows across the soundproofed walls.
Ryul had locked the heavy door the moment you walked in, stripping away the professional boundaries of the workspace in an instant.
He didn't waste any time with gentleness. Ryul grabbed your waist, his large hands anchoring tightly against your hips as he forcefully bent you over the edge of the wide mixing console.
Your palms pressed flat against the cool, smooth surface of the desk, your upper body pushed down low while your rear was lifted high, completely exposed to him from behind.
"Keep your mouth shut." Ryul muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp right against the back of your neck. His breath was hot, laced with an unhinged urgency that made your pulse skyrocket.
"You know how easily sound carries out into the hallway."
You nodded blindly, biting down hard on your own wrist to muffle the frantic gasps already tearing from your throat.
Without a shred of hesitation, Ryul aligned his length against your soaking wet entrance and drove forward in one deep thrust.
The sudden, bottoming out fullness made your eyes widen in sheer shock, a choked whimper catching in your throat as your tight walls stretched to accommodate him. He didn't give you a second to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace from behind.
The friction was intense, the wet sounds of his pelvis slamming against your bare ass cheeks echoing softly in the enclosed room. The illicit thrill of the locked studio and the absolute need for silence pushed your body right over the edge. The overwhelming stimulation coiled tight in your lower stomach, and before you could even try to fight it, a sudden wave of pleasure crashed through you.
Your internal muscles convulsed in a massive, involuntary spasm, and your body completely buckled as you squirted, a heavy rush of fluid drenching his dick and spraying against the console beneath you.
A deep sense of intense shame instantly washed over you at how completely undone you were.
"Ryul—oh god, I'm sorry.." you wept silently, your face burning with heat as you tried to hide your face in your arms.
But seeing your undone state and feeling the wet gush of your release only made Ryul completely lose his restraint. His dark eyes dilated with a predatory hunger.
"Look at what you did." he growled, his voice dropping into a unhinged register. "Look how wet you are for me."
To punish your body for being so sensitive, Ryul raised his large palm and brought it down hard against your bare ass cheek with a sharp, resounding slap.
The stinging pain zapped straight to your pussy, making you let out a muffled shriek against your arm.
He didn't stop. His thrusts turned completely aggressive, his heavy hips driving into you with brutal force while his hand came down again and again, ruthlessly slapping your flesh until both of your cheeks were flushed a deep red and throbbing with stinging heat.
"Please... Ryul— it's too much" you sobbed into the desk, your knees shaking so violently you could barely keep yourself propped up against the console.
"Hold yourself up baby" he commanded, his grip on your hips turning to iron as he pinned you down, his heavy pacing driving you completely into the mattress of his rhythm, filling you so deeply with every aggressive stroke that you could do nothing but endure the burning, overwhelming pleasure of him claiming you in the dark.
Ryul didn’t slow down for a second. The soaked heat between your thighs only grew louder, the heavy friction making it impossible for you to regain your footing. His hand stayed clamped on your hip, fingers digging into your flesh to anchor you as he kept up that pace from behind.
Your skin was throbbing, a fierce, stinging heat radiating from where his palms had repeatedly marked your backside. Every time his pelvis slammed against you, the contact sent a double jolt of sharp pain and blinding pleasure straight up your spine.
"You're shaking." Ryul whispered, his voice a ragged, breathless growl right against your ear. He leaned his upper body down, pressing his heavy chest flat against your back, completely pinning you to the mixing console.
His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your shoulder, biting down just hard enough to keep you anchored.
"Hold it together. Don't you dare cum on me."
"Ryul—please, you know I can't" you whimpered, your fingers blindly clawing at the edge of the desk, trying to find some kind of leverage.
Your tight walls were spasming erratically around his dick, completely sensitive and raw from the sheer depth of his thrusts.
"oh i know you can"
Your compliance only made him more aggressive. He shifted his angle slightly, lifting your hips even higher to bury himself to the absolute root with every single drive. The friction was relentless. The overwhelming shame of squirting all over his equipment earlier had morphed into a needy ache, your body begging for the final release but trapped under his absolute control.
"You like being ruined like this, don't you?" he muttered, his dirty talk dropping into a gravelly register that completely left your brain.
He reached around, his large fingers gripping your chin and forcing your head back so you had to look at his dark, blown out eyes in the reflection of the monitor.
"Look at yourself slut. Totally wrecked for me. Tell me how good it feels."
You couldn't even form words, a broken breathless sob slipping past your lips as he hit your deepest point three times in rapid succession.
With a low grunt, Ryul pulled out almost completely, letting the cold air hit your soaking wet skin for a split second before slamming back inside you with a heavy, deafening slap.
The sudden, intense fullness drove you straight over the edge. Your vision went entirely dark as another violent, shattering orgasm tore through your core, your internal walls clamping down around him like a vice.
The tight heat of your climax completely broke Ryul's restraint. His pace turned frantic, his hips driving into you in a ruthless, blinding blur as he rode out your contractions.
With a deep, guttural roar, he buried himself as deep as he could go, locking his hips against yours as a thick, hot torrent of his cum pumped deep inside you, leaving both of you completely spent and trembling in the silent studio.
Ryul didn’t give you even a second chance to breathe after that initial release. While your body was still trembling, your internal walls pulsing and weeping around him, his hands tightened on your waist like iron bands. He pulled back out to the very head of his cock and drove straight back in, the unyielding length stretching you open all over again.
A loud, broken sob tore from your throat, the sound echoing sharply against the acoustic foam of the studio.
"I didn't tell you that you could stop" Ryul growled, his voice register that vibrated straight through your spine. He leaned down, pressing his heavy chest flat against your back, pinning you ruthlessly to the console. His breath was hot and ragged against your wet neck.
"You think just because you cum, we're done? Look at how tight you're still gripping me. You're starving for it. You want this cock so bad like how i want your pussy"
If it weren't for his iron grip holding your hips high, you would have collapsed onto the floor. He set an even rougher, more aggressive pace than before. His pelvis slamming against your bruised, burning backside with violence.
"Ryul—no, please. it's too much, it hurts so good—"
You cried out, your fingers desperately clawing at the metal edges of the mixing board, trying to find any leverage to push back against his sheer power.
"Tell me what you want" he commanded, entirely ignoring your pleas as he kept driving into you, his tip hitting your g-spot with a punishing precision that made your mind go completely blank.
He reached around with one large hand, his fingers roughly gripping your jaw, forcing your face up so he could look down at your tear stained expression.
"Say it. Tell me you want me to ruin you in here. Tell me you want every drop of my seed leaking out of you onto this floor."
The absolute filth coming out of his mouth completely ruined whatever modesty you had left. You shook your head blindly, tears spilling down your cheeks as the raw weight of his words pushed your arousal back to a fever pitch.
"I want it... please, Ryul, fuck me harder,"
You begged, completely broken, your voice a desperate, breathless whisper. "Destroy me. Fill me up again."
A dangerous smirk cut through his features at your submission.
"That's my good girl." he whispered roughly.
He let go of your jaw and brought his large palm down with a massive, deafening crack right across your already throbbing, dark ass cheek. The stinging heat was agonizingly sharp, a violent jolt that caused your pussy to clamp down around him in a desperate.
Ryul let out a low, unhinged grunt at the sudden tightness. He completely abandoned all restraint, his pace turning into a ruthless, blurring assault.
He was using his entire body weight now, lifting your hips high and slamming down into your core with a heavy, wet force that had the heavy studio desk groaning under the pressure.
Every single stroke was deep, loud, and entirely uncompromising, driving you straight toward another shattering, violent climax before you had even recovered from the first.
The rough pace finally broke you completely. Your internal walls clamped around him in an air tight vice as a devastating orgasm shattered your remaining restraint, forcing a loud, unchecked cry from your lips.
The crushing tightness was too much for Ryul to fight. With a final, deep buck of his hips that buried his cock to the absolute root, he let out a whine and flooded you completely.
For a few long minutes, the only sound in the dark studio was the synchronized sound of your breathing. He kept his weight pressed against your back, letting the heat of the moment slowly settle.
Then, the heavy tension broke, replaced by a protective stillness.
Ryul slowly pulled out of you, the sudden emptiness leaving you shivering against the cool air of the room. Your legs were still trembling violently, and you sank down slightly against the edge of the console, completely spent.
He didn't leave you alone in the dark. Ryul reached over to his bag, zipping it open to pull out a small pack of thick tissues. He stepped back between your knees, his large hands surprisingly gentle now as he supported your thigh. Leaning down, he carefully and thoroughly wiped the slick mixture of your fluid and his semen from your inner thighs and your swollen core, cleaning you with patient, unhurried strokes until your skin was dry.
Once he finished, he didn't immediately pull away.
While still resting on his knees before you, Ryul leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss directly against your sensitive center. The warm touch of his lips against your raw skin sent a completely different kind of shiver up your spine, sealing the silent, fierce possessiveness of the night before he stood up to help you gather your clothes.
The frantic energy of the room completely dissolved, leaving only the quiet hum of the studio monitors and the gentle cooling of the air conditioner.
Ryul helped you up from the console, his movements slow and careful as he guided your trembling legs across the room. He led you over to the plush leather couch tucked into the corner of the studio, out of the direct glare of the equipment lights.
He settled you down against the soft cushions, immediately grabbing his oversized flannel jacket from the back of his chair and draping it over your shoulders like a heavy blanket. It smelled entirely of him.
"Lay down," he murmured, his voice dropping into a soft, gravelly whisper that felt like a physical caress against your raw senses. He knelt beside the couch, his finger reaching up to gently brush a few damp strands of hair away from your flushed cheek.
"You're completely exhausted. Your legs are still shaking."
You leaned into his touch, your eyelids already heavy from the sheer weight of the release. "Are you coming with me?" you breathed out, your voice barely audible.
"Not yet, sweetheart" Ryul replied softly, his thumb tracing your jawline with an uncharacteristic tenderness that made your chest ache. He gave you a small smile, his dark eyes warm in the dim light.
"I've got a melody stuck in my head from earlier, and if I don't lay it down now, I'm going to lose it. I need to get some songwriting done while the studio is quiet."
He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, letting his lips rest there for a quiet second.
"Just close your eyes and take a nap right here," he whispered against your skin, tucking the jacket tighter around your shoulders. "I'll be right over at the desk. I won't turn the speakers up. I'll use the headphones so you can sleep."
You nodded sleepily, pulling the jacket up to your chin as you curled your knees toward your chest. The stinging heat on your skin had faded into a dull, comforting warmth.
Ryul stood up quietly, casting one last possessive look over your resting form before walking back to the mixing console. He slid his large studio headphones over his ears and dimmed the main monitor lights even further, plunging your corner into a cozy, protective shadow.
As you drifted off to sleep, the last thing you saw was the silhouette of his broad shoulders hunched over the glowing keys, his fingers moving softly, writing the music that you had inspired.
৻ꪆ SUMMARY : You and your lifelong best friends with mutual, unspoken lust finally break the tension during a late night game of Truth or Dare, exposing your true feelings.
৻ꪆ CONTENTS : MDNI (18+) ⋆ dom!ryul ⋆ down bad ryul ⋆ extremely needy ryul ⋆ built up tension ⋆ clothes ripping ⋆ choking ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ mutual pinning ⋆ aftercare
taglist : @amyishere123 @444pondju
৻ꪆ PAIRING : ryul x f!reader
৻ꪆ WORDCOUNT : 3.6k
The rain is drumming a steady, mindless rhythm against your bedroom window, the kind of white noise that usually puts you straight to sleep. Tonight, though, you’re wide awake, propped up against a mountain of pillows with a half empty bag of sour gummies balanced on your stomach.
At the foot of your bed, completely taking up all the legroom, is Ryul.
He’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, and a faded t-shirt that stretches tightly across his shoulders when he shifts. Right now, he’s aggressively tossing a small plush pillow into the air and catching it with one hand, his eyes glued to the TV screen where some low budget horror movie is playing on mute.
"I'm telling you, if she goes into the basement, I’m turning this off," Ryul mutters, his voice carrying that low, edge it always gets when it’s past midnight. He catches the pillow without looking, his fingers sinking into the fabric.
"Oh shut up, Ryul," you laugh, nudging his thigh with your foot. "You cried during the trailer. Don’t act tough now."
Ryul scoffs, turning his head to look at you. The dim glow of the television catches the sharp line of his jaw and the soft, dark mess of his hair. A lazy, lopsided smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "I did not cry. I had a hair in my eye. There's a difference."
"Right. A very emotional hair."
He rolls his eyes, but the smile stays, warm and familiar. It’s the same look he’s given you for years. The one that used to just mean we’re idiots, but lately, has started making your chest feel tight. You try to blame it on the two mixed drinks you both knocked back an hour ago, or the suffocating humidity of the summer night, but you know better.
The truth is, the air between you two has been changing. It’s heavy. It’s the way his eyes linger on your mouth a second too long when you laugh, or how his hand always finds the small of your back whenever he guides you through a crowded room.
You’re both so hopelessly into each other it’s practically pathetic, a mutual, unspoken longing that neither of you has had the guts to voice. So instead, you play the roles of perfect best friends, ignoring the way the tension thickens every time your skin accidentally brushes his.
Ryul tosses the plush pillow aside, suddenly sitting up and crossing his legs. He rests his elbows on his knees, leaning in closer to you. The sudden shift in proximity makes your pulse hitch.
"I'm bored," he announces, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "The movie sucks, you're making fun of my fake tears, and I’m too wired to sleep."
"Well, what do you want to do then?" you ask, tilting your head.
Ryul's gaze drops to your lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up. A mischievous, slightly smug glint flashes in his eyes. "Let's play a game."
"Like what?"
"Truth or Dare," he says, a low chuckle escaping him. He reaches over, his fingers lightly brushing against your ankle as he moves, sending a sharp jolt of adrenaline straight up your spine. "No backing out, no chickening. Just honesty. You down?"
You swallow hard, your heart suddenly hammering against your ribs. Looking at the intensity in his face, you get the distinct feeling that this game is going to cause some serious problems.
"Fine," you challenge softly, holding his gaze. "You go first."
Ryul chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates right through the mattress. He leans back on his hands, tilting his head as he studies you, his dark eyes narrowed in playful calculation.
"Alright, let's start easy," he says, a smirk playing on his lips. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," you say instantly, keeping your defensive walls up.
"Weak," he teases, rolling his eyes. "But fine. What's the biggest lie you've told me this month?"
You snort, leaning back against your pillows. "Easy. I told you your new haircut looked fine the day you got it. It actually looked like a bird tried to build a nest in it for the first twenty four hours."
Ryul gasps, throwing a hand over his chest in mock offense. "Wow. Remind me never to trust your compliments again.”
"My turn," you say, your voice dropping a fraction. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Ryul says, his eyes locked onto yours. He doesn't blink.
You lean forward, resting your chin in your hands. "Have you ever actually read any of those romance books you found on my nightstand, or were you just pretending to judge me?"
Ryul’s smirk fades into something a little more private, a little more intense. He holds your gaze, his voice dropping an octave. "I read a few chapters of one. The one with the dog eared pages." He pauses, his eyes dropping to your mouth before rising back up. "I wanted to see what kind of things make you lose it."
The sudden shift in his tone catches you completely off guard. Your throat goes dry, your heart doing a sudden, violent flip. He's testing the waters. He’s pushing the line that you’ve both spent months pretending didn't exist.
"Your turn," Ryul murmurs, his gaze heavy as he shifts closer, his knee now firmly pressed against your thigh. The heat radiating off him is suffocating. "Truth or dare?"
You catch your breath, refusing to let him win this little game. "Dare," you challenge, your voice steady despite the adrenaline spiking in your veins.
Ryul’s eyes darken. A slow, predatory smile creeps onto his face. "I dare you to sit on my lap for the next three rounds."
Your heart hammers against your ribs. You swallow the lump in your throat, holding his gaze as you slowly crawl over the space separating you, your movements deliberate, keeping your eyes locked onto his the entire time.
When you settle onto his lap, straddling his thighs, you hear his breath hitch. You can feel the rigid tension in his muscles, the way his hands twitch against the mattress like he's fighting the urge to grab your waist.
You lean in close, your face inches from his, mimicking his earlier posture. You can smell the clean, sharp scent of his cologne mixed with the faint sweetness of the drinks.
"Truth or dare, Ryul," you whisper, your eyes dropping to his lips in a deliberate, agonizingly slow tease.
You think you’ve won. You think you’ve caught him off guard.
But Ryul just stares up at you, his pupils completely blown, the easygoing best friend completely vanishing from his expression.
He doesn't break. Instead, his jaw tightens, and before you can even register the shift, his large hands come up, wrapping firmly around your hips. He grips you tight, his fingers digging into your skin through the fabric of your clothes, and effortlessly hauls you a fraction of an inch closer until there is absolutely no space left between your bodies. You can feel the hard, pulsing heat of him pressing right against you.
"Truth," he rasps out, his voice thick, entirely stripped of its usual playfulness. He tilts his head up, his breath hot against your lips, completely commanding the space. He tilts your hips just a fraction, a subtle, pressured movement that forces a soft gasp from your throat.
His grip on your waist tightens, pinning you in place, making it entirely clear who is in control of this game now.
"Ask me your question," Ryul murmurs, his dark eyes burning into yours, completely undone. "But choose your words very carefully."
The air in the room is suddenly so thick you can barely breathe it in. Every ounce of playfulness is stripped away, replaced by a heavy, suffocating weight that has been building between you for years.
Ryul doesn't let go of your hips. If anything, his fingers dig deeper into your skin, anchoring you to him as if he's terrified you'll pull away, or as if he’s entirely lost the capacity to let you go. The heat rolling off his body is suffocating, making you dizzy as you sit stranded over his thighs.
"You're not asking," Ryul says, his voice dropping to a rough, ragged whisper that sends a violent shiver straight down your spine. He leans in closer, his chest pressing hard against yours, forcing your back to arch slightly. "What's the matter? Forgot the question?"
"Ryul—" Your voice breaks, a tiny, breathless sound that betrays exactly how undone you are.
Hearing his name on your lips makes something click behind his eyes. The last thread of his restraint completely snaps.
He lets out a low, guttural growl, his grip shifting from your hips to the back of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up just enough to pull you flush against him. The friction of the movement makes your breath catch in a sharp gasp.
Ryul tilts his chin up, his eyes fixed entirely on your mouth, completely gone by the sight of you looking so helpless beneath his gaze.
"Screw the game," he mutters, his breath hot against your skin as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling sharply. His lips brush against your pulse point, sending a jolt of pure adrenaline through your veins.
"I'm sick of pretending. I'm so fucked up for you, it’s driving me insane."
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your fingers instantly tangling in the soft, messy strands of his hair, pulling him closer.
The sheer desperation in his voice triggers something wild inside you. You lean back just enough to look at him, your chests heaving in sync.
Ryul’s eyes are completely dark, filled with a raw, predatory hunger you’ve never seen in him before. His hand slides up your torso, his large palm burning through your shirt as he grips your jaw.
"If I kiss you right now," he breathes, his thumb pressing firmly against your bottom lip, dragging it down just a fraction, "I'm not stopping. Tell me to stop now, or I swear—"
You don't let him finish. You lean down, closing the distance, and press your lips to his.
The collision is explosive. Ryul lets out a sharp, ragged breath into your mouth, his hand immediately moving from your jaw to the back of your head, fistfuls of your hair anchoring you to him as he deepens the kiss with an intense, desperate urgency. It’s rough, uncoordinated, and utterly perfect driven by years of suppressed longing.
He tastes like the sweet liquor you drank earlier, but the heat of his mouth is entirely his own. He devours your lips, his tongue sliding past yours in a frantic rhythm that leaves you completely breathless, whimpering softly into his mouth.
The sound only seems to make him wilder. His other hand tears at the hem of your shirt, his rough palms making direct contact with the bare skin of your waist, sending waves of intense heat crashing through you as he pulls you closer, desperate to eliminate every single inch of remaining space between you.
Ryul pulls back just an inch, his lips wet and swollen, his chest heaving violently against yours. His eyes are entirely filled with a wild, feral intensity as he stares up at you. He looks completely unhinged, caught in the grip of a hunger that has been rotting away at him for years.
"Your shirt," he pants out, his voice a ruined, gravelly rasp against your mouth. "Take it off."
You don't even have time to move before his hands are under the fabric, bunching it up and hauling it over your head in one violent, impatient motion. The material catches slightly on your arms, and you hear a sharp rip along the seam as he literally tears it away from your body, tossing it blindly over the edge of the bed.
The cool air of the bedroom hits your bare skin for a split second before Ryul replaces it with the scorching heat of his own body.
He hovers over you, his eyes scanning every inch of your exposed skin with a terrifyingly hungry gaze. His jaw is clenched so tight a muscle leaps in his cheek.
"You have no idea," he rasps, his large hands coming down to pin your wrists to the mattress on either side of your head. His grip is like iron, completely restricting your movement. "No idea what you do to me. I've sat on this exact bed for months watching you, wanting to do this, wanting to ruin you until you couldn't think of anyone else."
He leans down, burying his face in your chest, his mouth devouring the sensitive skin of your collarbone. He bites down, not enough to break the skin, but hard enough to force a loud, high pitched whimper from your throat. He sucks firmly on the mark, his tongue soothing the sting in a slow, torturous rhythm that makes your hips instinctively roll up against his.
The friction makes Ryul let out a sharp, choked sound. He breaks away from your neck, his eyes snapping to yours, completely broken by the contact.
"Don't move like that unless you want this over in two seconds. I've been waiting too damn long to rush this." he warns, his voice shaking with a dangerous level of restraint.
With one hand now pinning both of your wrists above your head, he uses his free hand to reach down, his fingers gripping the waistband of your shorts. Dragging them down your legs along with your underwear, exposing you completely to his heavy, burning gaze.
The vulnerability makes you shiver, your knees instinctively trying to close, but Ryul immediately wedges his thigh between yours. He forces your legs wide apart, his large hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, his rough palm sending waves of electric heat crashing straight to your core.
"Look at me," Ryul commands, his voice dropping to a dark, breathless whisper as his fingers brush against the aching, damp center of you. You gasp, your back arching off the bed, but his hand on your wrists keeps you pinned. He stares directly into your eyes as he slips one long finger inside you, testing how ruined you already are for him. "Let me see exactly how much you want this."
Ryul lets out a dark, approving hum as his finger slides deep inside you, the slick friction of the movement drawing a broken cry from your lips. He doesn’t wait, immediately adding a second finger, stretching you open with a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes your mind go completely blank.
"You’re so wet for me," he pants, his thumb pressing firmly against your sensitive core, rubbing in tight, agonizing circles. "You've been thinking about this too, haven't you?"
You can only nod frantically, your hips rolling upward, desperately seeking more of the blistering friction. Your pinned wrists twitch against his iron grip, wanting nothing more than to wrap around his neck and pull him down.
"Please, Ryul..." you whimpered, the word slipping out before you can stop it.
"Please what?" he says, his pace quickening, his fingers turning you completely inside out. He leans down, his face inches from yours, his breath dragging heavily across your lips. "Tell me what you want."
"You. I want you."
Ryul’s jaw tightens, a sudden, fierce flash of possessiveness taking over his features. He abruptly withdraws his fingers, leaving you cold and aching, but before you can even protest, he’s unbuttoning his pants. He kicks them off along with his boxers, and when he moves back over you, the sheer size and heavy, throbbing heat of him pressing against your thigh makes your breath hitch.
He grabs your knees, pushing them all the way up toward your chest, completely opening you up, exposing you to his dark, unblinking gaze. He settles his weight between your thighs, the broad head of his length catching against your wetness.
"Look at me," he says, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. He reaches up, his large hand wrapping securely around your throat—not cutting off your air, but grounding you, pinning you to the mattress beneath his palm. "Keep your eyes on me."
You look up at him, your chest heaving, completely consumed by the feral, ravenous intensity in his eyes.
With one heavy, unyielding thrust, Ryul drives himself all the way inside you.
The sudden, stretching fullness forces a loud, high pitched gasp from your throat. He buries himself to the absolute hilt, his hips slamming hard against yours, the sheer impact sending a violent shockwave of pure desire straight to your core. Ryul freezes for a fraction of a second, his entire body rigid, his eyes blowing wide as he absorbs the tight squeeze of your walls.
A ragged, pained groan rips from his chest. “God, you're so tight," he chokes out, his fingers tightening slightly against your neck as he begins to move.
He doesn’t ease into it. Driven by years of agonizing restraint, Ryul begins to pound into you with a relentless pace. Every thrust is deep, hard, and punishing, his hips meeting yours with a wet, heavy slap that echoes in the quiet room. He completely dominates your body, the angle of his thrusts hitting your sweetest spot over and over until you’re sobbing his name into the space between your mouths.
Ryul lets out a harsh, broken breath against your ear, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate as the friction between your bodies reaches a scorching breaking point. His entire body is slick with sweat, his muscles locked tight under the strain of trying—and failing—to hold himself back.
"Ryul, please," you sob out, your hands desperately clawing at his broad shoulders, your hips instinctively rising to meet every heavy, punishing thrust.
The sound of his name on your lips completely ruins him. He lets out a low groan, his grip on your waist tightening until his fingers dig deeply into your skin, pinning you flat against the mattress. He changes the angle, his hips slamming into yours with a sudden, devastatingly deep rhythm that makes your vision go completely spotty. You are entirely at his mercy, completely consumed by the sheer power of his body moving against yours.
"I can't—" Ryul gasps out, his teeth brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as he bites down softly, his breath hitching violently. "I'm gonna cum. I can't hold it."
He doesn't give you a chance to answer. With one final, devastatingly hard thrust that buries him to the absolute hilt, Ryul stiffens completely. A ragged, animalistic sound rips from the back of his throat as his body shudders violently over yours, filling you completely with his thick release.
The intense sensation triggers your own arousal, your walls squeezing tightly around him in a series of helpless, overlapping spasms that leave you completely undone, crying out into the quiet room.
Ryul collapses against your chest, his heavy weight a comforting, suffocating presence as you both try to catch your breath.
His heart is hammering wildly against your ribs, his breath hot and ragged against your collarbone. He doesn't move away, keeping himself buried deep inside you as his hands slowly move up to cup your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the stray tears at the corners of your eyes.
The bedroom is completely quiet now, save for the sound of your overlapping, shallow breaths and the distant rhythm of the rain still tapping against the window.
Ryul doesn't move for a long time. He remains draped heavily over you, his forehead resting against the crook of your neck as his chest slowly expands and contracts against yours. The sheer intensity of what just happened hangs thick in the humid air, turning the initial wild adrenaline into a warm, heavy, and deeply intimate haze.
Slowly, Ryul shifts his weight, sliding out from inside you with a soft, quiet gasp escaping his lips. The sudden absence leaves you feeling cold, but he doesn't let the space last. He immediately pulls you against his side, wrapping one large arm around your waist and dragging you flush against his chest.
Your back is pressed to his front, his chin resting right on top of your head. His skin is still radiating an intense, comforting heat, and his heart is still drumming a frantic rhythm against your shoulder blades. His fingers lightly trace lazy, mindless circles across the bare skin of your stomach, his rough touch sending faint, lingering ripples of pleasure straight to your core.
"Hey," he whispers after a long silence, his voice incredibly low, vibrating right through your back. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction. "You okay?"
You nod against his chest, your fingers reaching down to interlace with his. "Yeah. More than okay."
Ryul lets out a breathy, quiet chuckle, his thumb rubbing comforting strokes over the back of your hand. The tension that had been rotting away at your friendship for months is completely gone, replaced by a deep, undeniable intimacy.
"Good," he murmurs, his eyes half-closed as he inhales the scent of your hair. "Because I'm not going back to how things were before tonight.”
The easy, uncomplicated safety of a platonic friendship had vanished the exact moment the game started, fully shattered by the sheer weight of what had been hidden beneath the surface for so long.
There was no going back to mindless late night hangouts, no pretending that the space between you was just empty air, and no putting the carefully built walls back up. Everything had been rewritten in the span of a single night.
As the quiet settled deeper into the room, the reality of it became entirely clear. The familiar dynamic you had protected for years was gone, completely consumed by the realization that you could never look at each other the same way again.
The friendship hadn't just changed it had been entirely undone, leaving behind something far more intense, permanent, and entirely unavoidable.
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summary; all ryul wanted was some quality time with you. unfortunately for him, so do his members. it starts with a stolen kiss on the couch, it ends with ryul questioning every life decision that led him to living with his members
you’d think dating ryul would mean fancy dates, spontaneous trips or romantic late night drives..
instead, it mostly meant staring at your phone while your boyfriend spammed your chat with random pictures from practice
look at louis
attached was a blurry picture of louis asleep on the practice room floor with his mouth wide open
he looks dead
5 minutes later
nvm he’s alive
another picture,
this time it was woojin attempting to balance 3 water bottles on ohyul’s head while the older one looked one inconvenience away from losing his cool
and somewhere in the corner of every single picture was ryul, pretending he wasn’t the one taking them
the past few weeks had been brutal tho, comeback preparations, schedules, dance practices that somehow ended at 3 in the morning, recordings, interviews..
every time the two of you tried to meet up, one of you ended up cancelling because life simply refused to cooperate
which explained why, when ryul finally got one free evening, he immediately texted you
come over
simple, short and very him,
but the actual translation of the text was more like; “ i miss you so bad i’m going insane”
so there you were, back at the dorms, you’d been there enough times that it almost felt like a second home
also mostly because the members had adopted you months ago.. or was it the other way around?
louis treated you like the older sister he’d never had, following you around with endless questions and somehow convincing you to buy him snacks almost every single time
woojin somehow always manages to be the most chaotic person ever, meaning you were unofficially in charge of helping him before he even considered asking one of the others for help
and ohyul, well, ohyul somehow turned you into his personal plant consultant after you casually mentioned once that you owned two succulents and he decided being a plant dad was his new hobby
so by now, you had accidentally become the dorm’s honorary noona, which meant the boys rarely knocked before asking you for help
ryul didn’t mind usually because in all honesty, he actually liked that everyone got along so well,
he really did, he just hadn’t realized that dating the dorm’s ‘honorary noona’ also meant sharing his girlfriend with 3 overgrown children
but tonight he was determined to get at least one uninterrupted hour with you
but sadly for him, that plan lasted like 12 minutes.
the living room was surprisingly quiet and peaceful, it was only you and ryul (for now)
the tv played some random variety show neither of you were really paying attention to,
there was a half empty bag of chips sat between you on the couch and ryul had somehow ended up tangled against your side
his fingers lazily played with yours, intertwining, letting go to then intertwin them again,
“you got clingy,” you teased,
he scoffed, “i’m literally chilling,”
“you’re literally almost on top of me,”
“because you’re comfortable,”
“right,”
“don’t make it weird,”
you looked over at him with the biggest smile, “i missed you too,”
his ears turned slightly pink, “..i didn’t even say that,”
“you didn’t have to,”
he clicked his tongue dramatically before looking back at the tv, “..whatever,” he sighed, but the pink flush on his cheeks gave him away
a whole 3 seconds passed, “..i did miss you tho,”
you laughed, “how much?”
“a normal amount,” he was trying so incredibly hard to sound nonchalant while his thumb absentmindedly rubbed circles over your hand,
it was adorable ngl,
“you’re cute,” you mumbled,
he looked offended, “don’t call me cute,”
“why not,”
“because i’m cool,”
“mhm,”
“seriously,”
“sure you are,”
he narrowed his eyes before leaning closer anyway, “you’re annoying,”
“you’re the one all up in my personal space,”
“..shut up,”
you barely had time to grin before he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek,
then another,
“..ryul,” you giggled as he attacked your whole face with kisses, not leaving one spot left untouched,
“what,”
“i thought you were cool,”
“i am,”
“this doesn’t look very cool to me,”
“this is extremely cool,” he grinned, already leaning in again when-
“noona,”
both of you looked up, woojin stood in the hallway holding an empty ice cream container like it was evidence in a criminal investigation (it was btw)
“..yes,” you answered,
he walked into the living room, “louis says he didn’t eat my ice cream..” followed by a dramatic pause, “..is he lying?”
you blinked once, “what flavour was it?”
“cookies and cream,”
“..yeah, he definitely ate it,”
“i knew it,” woojin pointed into the distance, “I KNEW YOU WERE LYING,”
somewhere deeper in the dorm louis yelled back; “IT WASN’T ME!!”
“THEN WHO WAS IT?!”
“..OHYUL,”
“WHY ARE YOU LYING AGAIN??!”
their voices slowly disappeared down the hallway and silence returned, kinda
you looked back at ryul, “..nothing ever changes does it,” you chuckled
he sighed dramatically, “ofc not,”
you laughed before leaning against his shoulder again,
which he gladly accepted, his fingers brushing through your hair sweetly
about 10 minutes later-
“NOONAAAAAA,”
woojin’s voice echoed through the entire dorm (again)
“YEAH?”
“WHERE’S MY CHARGER?!”
without even thinking, you answered, “first drawer next to the oven,”
“YUPPP FOUND IT, THANK YOU,”
ryul slowly turned to look at you, “..how did you know that?”
you blinked, “i put it there,”
“why,”
“because he loses it every other day,”
“..you organized his charger??”
“someone had to,”
he stared at you for another few seconds, “did you adopt him or something?”
you couldn’t help laughing, “he’s cute,”
“he’s a freeloader,”
“he’s your member,”
“same fucking thing,”
a little moment later, ryul decided it was time for some fresh air
aaaaand more snacks, because who doesn’t love a nightly snack run
“we’re going to the convenience store,” ryul called from the doorway while putting on his shoes, “anyone need anything?”
“nah,” ohyul answered,
“i’m good,” woojin yelled,
“don’t want anything,” louis added,
ryul looked at you, “wow that was easy,”
“that’s gonna be a peaceful shopping spree for once,” you laughed,
“don’t jinx it,”
the night air was cool as the two of you walked side by side down the street, your hands naturally found each other
there weren’t many people around, just quiet roads and dimmed streetlights,
“i like this,” you admitted,
“hm,”
“just walking around with you,”
he looked away for a second, “yeah,” he said,
“that’s all i get?”
“what else am i supposed to say,”
“i don’t know,”
he squeezed your hand, “i like it too,” he grinned,
you smiled, “seeeee that wasn’t so hard,”
“don’t get used to it,”
before you even reached the convenience store, ryul had long forgotten his wannabe nonchalant manner,
swinging your hands as you walked through the street, taking some sneaky pictures of you as you looked the other way,
once you were inside, he pointed at all kinds of snacks that reminded him of previous picnic dates, all smiles, his hand reaching out to your lower back one too many times
he even managed to steal a quick kiss while you stood in front of the drinks fridge
“someone’s affectionate tonight,” you whispered,
“nobody saw,”
you laughed, grabbing two drinks before heading toward the snack aisle,
then..
ding.
the automatic doors opened,
“…”
“…”
louis and woojin, both on their flipflops and joggers, who clearly just left the house without taking a second to look in the mirror
ryul slowly lowered the chips he’d been holding, “what are you doing here,”
woojin smiled, “changed our minds,”
“yeah,” louis nodded, “we actually do need snacks,”
“you could’ve texted,”
“could’ve,”
“…”
“..but we didn’t,”
you immediately started laughing and ryul looked at the ceiling trying to suppress the big sigh, “of course,”
within 30 seconds the grocery “date” had somehow transformed into sibling shopping time,
“noona,” louis gasped dramatically, “they finally restocked my favourite gummies,”
“get them then,”
“can you buy them for me,”
“sure,”
“YES,”
ryul stared, “seriously?”
you smiled innocently, “what,”
“he’s literally using you,”
“am not,” louis defended,
“you absolutely are,”
“it’s called being lovable,”
“it’s called being broke,”
woojin wandered over holding three different bags of chips, “which one should i get,”
“all 3,” louis answered,
“good idea,”
ryul pinched the bridge of his nose, “this was supposed to be our snack run,”
louis looked genuinely confused, “it still is,”
“how??”
“we’re just here too,”
“yeah that’s the problem,”
you reached over, gently fixing the hood of ryul’s hoodie after it had folded weirdly and he immediately looked less grumpy
“you’re easily bribed,” you teased,
“i’m not,”
“you smiled,” you teased playfully,
“i did not,”
“you literally did,”
louis leaned toward woojin, “bro definitely smiled,”
“he’s still trying to be cool,”
“i literally hate you guys,”
“love you too,” louis replied immediately, still adding more snacks into the basket,
at the register, louis and woojin immediately took over,
“i’ll pack,” louis announced,
“i’ll scan the snacks into categories,”
the cashier blinked, “they don’t need categories,”
“they do to me,” woojin said in a serious voice,
while the two of them argued over the most efficient way to pack gummy bears, chips and drinks into bags, you and ryul naturally drifted a step behind them
ryul quietly reached for your hand again before leaning down, resting his forehead against yours before he pressed a soft kiss against your temple,
“when we get back, i’m stealing you for the rest of the night,”
“sure,” you giggled
“and i’m locking my door,”
“that’s a bit dramatic,” you laughed,
“but needed tho,”
you giggled before nudging his shoulder, “you’re cute,”
“stop calling me cute,”
just as he leaned in to steal another kiss..
woojin turned around, “once your boyfriend is done kissing you..” he held out the card machine, “..can you please pay,”
ryul closed his eyes before taking one very deep breath, then he slowly looked at woojin,
“can you actually do something without needing my girlfriend for once,”
woojin frowned, “..i mean..” he looked down at the card machine, “..i don’t know her pin?”
louis nodded immediately, “yeah bro that would’ve been weird,”
you couldn’t stop laughing as you took the card from you wallet, “he has a point,”
ryul looked absolutely betrayed, “whose side are you on??”
“yours,” you smiled sweetly, “after i pay for the kids,”
“see,” ryul pointed at the two younger boys, “she called you kids,”
“that’s not what she meant,” woojin argued,
“close enough,”
on the way back, you were carrying absolutely nothing because the boys refused to let you,
so while ryul was carrying the drinks, louis was happily eating gummies he’d convinced you to buy and woojin had already opened a bag of chips before you’d even crossed the street,
ryul glanced over at you, “next time..”
“hm,”
“..we’re not telling them where we’re going,”
you laughed, “good luck with that,”
by the time the 4 of you got back to the dorm, louis had already disappeared into his room with his snacks while woojin loudly announced he was starting a movie marathon,
ryul didn’t even wait, he grabbed the bag with your drinks, took your hand and immediately started pulling you toward the balcony
“byeee,” he called over his shoulder,
woojin looked up from the couch, “where are you going,”
“outside,”
“why,”
“because i want to,”
the balcony had become everyone’s favorite place ever since they’d turned it into a little lounge area,
there was a comfy outdoor couch, cute fairy lights wrapped around the railing, a small coffee table and the best thing was fhat it almost didn’t even feel like you were in the middle of the city
ryul set the drinks down before dropping onto the couch beside you,
“finally,”
you shifted slightly, getting yourself comfortable and you couldn’t help but laugh as he dramatically flopped sideways until his head rested against your shoulder,
“i missed this,” his voice was quieter now, more genuine and the teasing had disappeared for a moment
you gently brushed your fingers through his hair, “me too,”
he looked up at you, “i was slowly going crazy from only seeing the members this whole week,”
“oh cmonnn you love them,” you laughed again,
“till a certain point yes,” he scoffed softly, “try spending 24/7 with woojin and you’ll love him a little less too,”
you only giggled,
“…i’m serious,” he added
“sure you are,”
he rolled his eyes before leaning over, pressing a quick kiss against your cheek,
“maybe if you’d spent 24/7 with me you’d go crazy too,” you said,
“i would never get tired of you,” he clicked his tongue before reaching over to steal your drink,
“heyy that’s my-“
“our drink,” he corrected with a smirk,
“ryul,”
“sharing is caring,”
you reached over to take it back, only for him to pull it just out of reach with the biggest grin,
“really mature,”
“thank you,”
“that was sarcasm,”
“idc still counts,”
you shoved his shoulder and he laughed before finally handing it back,
“you’re so childish,”
“i know thanksss,”
before you could answer, he leaned in again, this time slower, another kiss against your cheek, then your forehead
his hand absentmindedly found yours again, his thumb lazily tracing circles across your skin,
“you’re really affectionate tonight,”
“can i touch my gf without needing a reason for it?” his tone was joking but he looked at you like he was memorizing your face after weeks of barely seeing you, “i missed you,”
you smiled softly, “i can tell,”
he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before stealing one more quick kiss, “i’m making up for lost time,”
“i noticed,” you giggled,
“good,”
for the first time that evening, it actually felt peaceful, just the two of you,
quiet music drifting from inside, the city lights glowing in the distance,
ryul smiled to himself and for a moment, neither of you said anything, you simply looked at each other before ryul smiled that smile you love so much,
“what??” you smiled back,
“nothing,”
“you’re looking at me weird,”
“am not,”
“you definitely are,”
he huffed a quiet laugh before reaching up to cup your cheek, “..come here,”
you both leaned in without another word,
the kiss was slow, nothing like the quick little pecks he’d been stealing all evening,
his thumb gently brushed against your cheek as he kissed you, lingering just a second longer than he normally would,
when he finally pulled away, he didn’t move very far,
instead he rested his forehead against yours, smiling to himself, “i forgot how nice this is,”
you softly smiled, “what? kissing me?”
“no just being with you,” his voice was quieter now, more honest than he’d probably intended, “i hate being busy,”
you slipped your hand into his, “i know,”
“i keep thinking about texting you all day,” he admitted with a small laugh, “then i look at the time and it’s somehow 3 in the morning,”
“you still text me at 3 in the morning,”
“yeah,” he grinned,
“usually just a picture of louis sleeping somewhere tho,”
“those are important updates,” he chuckled, thinking about all the silly pics he has of louis,
you giggled, earning another smile from him,
“the kid sleeps everywhere,” he murmured, brushing the tip of his nose against yours and before you could answer, he kissed you again,
quick this time,
then once more, because apparently one wasn’t enough,
“ryul,” you laughed,
“hm,”
“you’re being really clingy,”
“let me,”
he wrapped his arms around you properly, resting his chin on top of your head with a content little sigh, “..i’ve earned it,”
he sighed, a satisfying good sigh for the first time that evening,
until-
SLAM.
the balcony door flew open, “NOONA,”
both of you turned,
ohyul stood there holding a sad looking monstera, “my plant is dying,”
ryul stared, “bro close the door,”
ohyul blinked, “..what?”
“close.”
“the.”
“door.”
“but-“
“bro,”
“dude my monstera,” ohyul argued,
you immediately stood up, “let me see,”
ryul grabbed your wrist before you could walk away, “he’s literally an adult,”
ohyul frowned, “what’s that supposed to mean,”
“it means fix your own plant,”
“i don’t know how,”
“ask chatgpt,”
“chatgpt doesn’t know my plant,”
you couldn’t help laughing, “i’ll just take a quick look,”
ryul looked between you.. then the plant.. then ohyul,
“5 minutes,” he pointed dramatically, “that’s all you get,”
“5 minutes,” you repeated with a smile,
ohyul nodded, “5 minutes is plenty,”
the two of you disappeared into his room and ryul stayed behind on the balcony,
he took one sip of his drink, looking at the empty seat beside him, “..this is unbelievable,”
exactly 11 minutes later he finally stood up,
“5 minutes,” he muttered to himself, “my ass,”
ohyul’s bedroom door was already open,
you were kneeling beside the monstera, gently brushing dirt away from the roots while ohyul sat cross legged beside you listening like he was attending a university lecture,
“..so the soil’s holding too much water,”
“ohhh,”
“and if the roots stay wet for too long-“
“they rot,”
“exactly,”
ryul leaned against the doorframe, “can i borrow my girlfriend back,”
neither of you looked up, “hold on,” you answered,
ohyul pointed dramatically at the plant, “this is life or death,”
“it’s a plant,”
ohyul ignored him, “noona should i trim this leaf too,”
“yeah this one’s gone,”
ryul slowly looked at the ceiling, “are we fr,”
ohyul finally glanced over, “what,”
“you stole my girlfriend,”
“borrowed,” he corrected,
“without asking,”
“it was an emergency,”
“it’s a leaf,”
“it’s my leaf,”
“your leaf yet my girlfriend is fixing it,”
you bit your lip, trying not to laugh, “ryul,”
“don’t ‘ryul’ me,”
“i’ll be done in a minute,”
“that’s what you said 6 minutes ago,”
ohyul shrugged, “plants take time,”
“then get your own girlfriend to fix your plants,”
ohyul looked genuinely confused, “why would i do that,”
“because then she’d be your girlfriend,”
“but yours already knows about plants,”
ryul sighed, “i’m actually going to lose my mind,”
you finally stood up, dusting the soil off your hands,
“all done,”
ohyul looked at the monstera like it had just survived major surgery, “omg thank you,”
“you’re welcome,”
as soon as you stepped into the hallway, ryul immediately slipped an arm around your shoulders, “why does he keep plants if he can’t take care of it himself,”
you laughed, “he’s learning,”
ohyul watched the two of you walk away before calling after you, “noona!”
“yes,”
“if another leaf turns yellow tomorrow-“
“don’t even think about it,” ryul interrupted,
ohyul blinked, “i wasn’t talking to you,”
“well i’m talking to you tho,”
by this point, ryul had officially given up pretending the universe was on his side,
first woojin, then the convenience store, then ohyul and his emotional support monstera???
he’d spent more time sharing you with his members than actually spending time with you,
“come on,” he mumbled, gently taking your hand again,
“wait we’re not going outside anymore??”
“no,” he said, pulling you towards his room,
“nooo but i wanna sit outsi-“
“and iii want to spend time with you and only you,”
you raised an eyebrow, “we can hang out on the balcony tho,”
“can a man enjoy his woman for once?”
“yes you can enjoy me on the balcony,” you chuckled,
“everyone else has been enjoying you a little too much tonight, it’s my turn now if you don’t mind,” he sighed as he opened his bedroom door before closing it immediately after,
“that sounds so wrong,” you laughed,
“you get what i mean,” he answered a little too quickly, looking back at you with the most satisfied expression you’d seen all night,
“if someone interrupts us again,”
you folded your arms, “then what,”
“i honestly haven’t thought that far,”
he leaned back against the door, looking at you for a second before shaking his head, “i’ve barely seen you all month,”
“i know,”
“yet the others have your attention more than me,”
he walked over until you were standing right in front of him,
“they just like me,”
“well yeah that’s the fk problem,”
you couldn’t stop smiling, “are you jealous of a plant?”
“and what if i am?” he didn’t even try denying it anymore,
he slipped a hand around your waist, pulling you closer without another word,
“that would be a little concerning,” you giggled,
before you could tease him again, he kissed you,
no rushed little peck, no one second kiss stolen while someone wasn’t looking,
an actual kiss,
one hand resting against your waist while the other gently brushed through your hair,
and when he pulled back, it was only because he needed to breathe,
but before you could say anything, he leaned in again, smiling against your lips when you laughed into the kiss,
“what’s so funny?”
“nothing,” you giggled, kissing him back but you weren’t able to stop the corners of your lips from curling up,
“can you stop laughing?” ryul groaned softly, pulling away slightly,
“i’m not laughingggg!!” you said defensively even tho you definitely were,
he rested his forehead against yours for a second before smiling again himself,
“you’re getting away with a lot tonight,” he sighed dramatically, leaning in for another soft kiss,
then another,
“ryul,” you giggled softly
“hm,” he hummed as he pressed 3 more kisses on your lips, his fingers lazily intertwined with yours while he traced little circles over the back of your hand,
“i missed you,”
“i couldn’t tell,”
“i’m serious,”
“i know,” you chuckled,
“stop smiling at me like that,”
he laughed under his breath before stealing another quick kiss.
“you’re lucky you’re cute,”
“thought you hated that word,”
“only when it’s about me,”
you couldn’t help giggling, “crazy double standards,”
“i’m allowed to,”
just as he leaned in again-
clunk.
both of you froze, before ryul slowly looked toward the door,
“did you hear that,”
before you could answer something slid underneath it, a folded piece of paper.
you bent down to pick it up,
written across the front in thick black marker;
WELCOME TO WOOJIN’S ESCAPE ROOM
“what’s that?”
you opened it,
MISSION ONE: solve this riddle to receive your freedom.
there was a long silence,
then..
another sound,
click.
ryul walked over to the handle, turned it but nothing happened, he frowned and turned it again but still nothing happened,
“..woojin,” his voice was suspiciously calm,
and from the other side of the door- “yeah,”
“..did you lock my door?”
“yup,”
“why,”
“because it’s an escape room,”
there was a small moment of silence,
“bro open it,”
“not until you solve mission one,”
you bit your lip, trying not to laugh and ryul turned back toward you,
“yk what,”
“hm,”
he shrugged, “doesn’t matter,”
“what??”
he casually walked back over to you, “we’re locked in here, so might as well make use of it,”
you laughed, “you think you’re smooth don’t you,”
“i’m adapting to my circumstances,” he wrapped his arms around you again, “they accidentally helped me for once,”
“poor woojin,”
“poor woojin? poor ryul you mean,” he smiled before gently pressing another kiss against your forehead, “now nobody can steal you,”
“except technically woojin already did,”
“don’t ruin this for me,”
you smiled as his lips pressed on yours again and for exactly 22 glorious seconds everything was quiet
then-
BANG BANG BANG.
“ARE YOU GUYS DONE YET,” woojin yelled, knocking on the door repeatedly,
ryul closed his eyes, biting his lip as he swallowed down the biggest sigh known to mankind
“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLVING THE RIDDLE,”
another knock, this one even louder,
“HELLOOOO,”
ryul didn’t answer, instead he tightened his arms around you, “don’t react, he’ll leave eventually,”
“i can hear you,” woojin yelled through the door,
another piece of paper slid underneath,
HINT #1
“woojin,” ryul called,
“yeah,”
“i don’t want a hint,”
“every 5 minutes you get another one,”
“i don’t want another one either,”
“too bad, you’re getting one,”
“woojin,”
“yeah,”
“pls go away,”
“that’s not very escape room spirit,”
you were laughing so hard by this point that you had to hide your face against ryul’s shoulder,
he looked down at you, “don’t encourage him,”
“i’m trying not to,”
BANG BANG BANG.
“NOONA,”
“..yes,”
“DO YOU WANT THE SECOND HINT NOW OR LATER,”
ryul looked at the ceiling, “why is he asking you,”
“because she’s nicer than you,” woojin answered immediately,
“i need to move out,” he groaned,
from the other side of the door came a very enthusiastic,
“NOW THAT’S THE ESCAPE ROOM ATTITUDE,”
“i’m not doing this shit tonight,” he sighed as he brushed hand through his hair before letting it slide down his face dramatically,
another 2 minutes passed and the riddle still lay untouched on the floor,
ryul had deliberately kicked it further away with his foot, “m not reading it,”
“you’re really committed to this,”
“no i’m committed to ignoring him,”
you laughed quietly as you sat down on his bed, because yk you might as well get a little comfortable now you’re locked in, “let’s see how long that lasts,”
not even 5 seconds later-
“HYUNNNGGG,”
“…”
“NOONAAA,”
“…”
“HELLOOOOO??!”
ryul pinched the bridge of his nose, “he’s so annoying,”
from the other side of the door came an exaggerated sigh, “what are you guys even doing in there,”
neither of you answered,
“you’re supposed to solve the riddles,” woojin yelled out again,
ryul finally spoke, “what we’re doing is actually none of your business,”
there was a small silence,
then-
“ARE YOU GUYS DOING IT??!”
you immediately buried your face in your hands trying to suppress your laughter,
ryul blinked once, “doing what,”
“YOU KNOW,”
“no i actually don’t,”
another pause,
then-
click.
the bedroom door suddenly unlocked and before either of you could react-
BANG.
woojin swung it open and he looked at the two of you and ryul looked back at him with the most annoyed expression ever,
“bro”
“what?” woojin asked as if he isn’t the one locking doors,
ryul stared at him in disbelief, “what if we actually were,”
woojin shrugged, “but you weren’t,”
“how would you know,”
“because you were wayyyy too quiet,”
ryul slowly pointed toward the hallway, “get out,” he said, his voice firm and clearly not joking around anymore,
“okay,” woojin turned around without another word and as he walked away, his voice echoed through the dorm,
“LOUIS,”
a distant voice answered, “WHAT,”
“RYUL WON’T PLAY MY ESCAPE ROOM,”
“I WILL,”
“YESSS,”
the two of them disappeared into louis’ room and for what it costs, some sort of silence returned to ryul’s room,
ryul looked at the still open bedroom door, before turning around to you, “i’m surrounded by idiots,”
you couldn’t stop laughing, “no he just likes you,”
“he has a funny way of showing it,” he sighed as he closed the door with a loud bang
for the first time all evening the dorm was actually quiet, like real silence this time
louis and woojin were somewhere in the living room arguing over a game, ohyul was still busy with his newly rescued monstera,
and you were curled up beside ryul on his bed while some random youtube video played in the background, but of course neither of you were really watching it tho,
“i’m hungry,” you mumbled,
he didn’t even look away from his phone, “go steal louis’ chips from the kitchen,”
“he’d cry,”
“that’s the point,”
you laughed, “i’ll just grab ours,”
he reached over, lazily grabbing your wrist before you could get up, “do it later,” he whined softly, pulling you back,
“i want snacks, i’ll be quick,” you smiled before gently pulling away, “2 minutes,”
“hurry,” he said as he let go, watching you disappear into the hallway,
1 minute passed..
2 minutes,
3..
ryul frowned, “wth is she doing,”
he unlocked his phone, opened your chat and typed,
where are you??
come to my room
send.
…
his entire body froze as he looked at his screen again,
oh no,
on top of the screen it said group chat, not your chat..
“..no.”
three dots appeared immediately,
louis: ??
woojin: me??
ohyul: i’m in my room
“shit,”
before he could even unsend it he heard footsteps down the hallway,
fast footsteps,
he immediately rubbed a hand over his face, “you’ve gotta be kidding me,”
the bedroom door burst open,
“hyung,” louis said first,
woojin walked in behind him, “whatsupp?”
ohyul appeared last, “what’s wrong?”
ryul stared at the 3 of them, as they welcomed themselves into his room, all spreading out like little ants on a candy cane,
“where’s my gf?”
they all looked confused,
“kitchen,” louis answered,
right on cue, you walked back into the hallway carrying two bags of chips, “oh why is everyone here?”
woojin pointed at ryul, “he called a meeting,”
“i did not,”
louis held up his phone, “you wanted us to come!”
you looked down at the screen, then back at ryul, “you actually did,”
you bit your lip as you saw the horrified look on his face, trying to be quiet but your smile gave you away,
“don’t,” ryul pointed at you,
“bro-“ woojin started,
but ryul cut him off before he could continue, “i’ve spent all night trying to get 5 minutes alone with my girlfriend..”
he pointed at the 3 other guys, “5 minutes” he repeated, “and somehow you idiots keep spawning wherever she is,”
woojin blinked, “you texted us,”
“BY ACCIDENT,”
“that still counts,”
“NO IT DOESN’T,”
louis looked genuinely offended, “you literally asked where we were,”
“i was asking her,”
“she’s not even in our groupchat,” woojin shot back,
another silence,
then..
woojin scratched the back of his neck, “that’s embarrassing,”
“you’re embarrassing,” ryul deadpanned,
ohyul looked between the two of you, “..so..” he grinned, “..should we leave?”
ryul looked at him, “yes.”
louis looked at you with pleading eyes, clearly not getting the situation
but without another word, ohyul turned around and left the room (still with his plant in his hands)
and louis followed, slowly getting the hint, “my bad,” louis mumbled,
“his bad,” woojin corrected,
“have fun,” ohyul yelled from down the hallway, before closing his own bedroom door behind him,
the other 2 were slowly moving away too,
“woojin! door!” ryul called out, to which the youngest shuffled back quickly, closing the door with a quiet tug,
ryul stared at the closed door, for a second he didn’t move or speak..
“can i finally have peace?”
you laughed quietly, “looks like it,”
he slowly turned to look at you, “if somebody knocks on that door in the next 10 minutes..”
“yes?” you chuckled,
“..i’m moving into your apartment,”
you couldn’t stop laughing, “sure,”
“no i’m dead serious because..”
and if timing wasn’t his worst enemy by now, almost right on cue-
“NOONA,”
ryul’s head dropped down in defeat almost immediately,
SYNOPSIS: when one of your best friends mentions a specific k-pop group in the gc, your once disinterest toward the industry slowly softens as a certain idol catches your eye. but what happens when your simple celebrity crush turns into reality as you unexpectedly meet eye to eye with him at a university festival?
PAIRING: idol kim ryul x uni student/influencer fem reader
CONTAINS: written parts, swearing, lwk down bad reader and ryul, multiple parts + smau, use of yn ln, lee gawon fc, REALLY slow burn, lowk slow plot in general...
A/N: guys SO sorry for the late updates, i've lowkey been so out of it but i WILL be getting back into my grind trust 🤞 the ss count for this chap is short js because of how long it took me to edit all these photos 😭 hopefully they look realistic and u enjoy this update! next one will come soonnn (this is lwk barely proofread but im js gna pray it's still readable lol)
ss count: 15, word count: 1395
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after the festival, you hand your broken phone over to leesol for repair.
"i can probably get it back to you in two days," she says, warmly smiling.
"sounds good, thank you solll."
"are you all heading back now?" stella asks, one hand fanning her face from the evening heat.
"mhm, i'm totally exhausted," moka answers.
"okay, perfect! it's honestly a blessing that we all live so close together," stella remarks as you all begin to walk to your dorms.
ella turns to face the rest of the group, her bag swinging back and forth from the motion, "AND that it's in the same direction from main campus," she adds, "i swear we're actually interlinked."
the five of you all laugh at ella's comment.
fifteen minutes later, you all arrive.
"see you guys tomorrow!" moka exclaims, waving to the rest of you guys with a smile.
waving back at her, you turn to the three others girls, "'kay i'm gonna go too. see youuu!"
finally getting back to your dorm, you quickly change into your pajamas, tossing your festival clothes on the ground, and launch yourself onto your bed -- that was still unmade from the night before, but right now, you honestly couldn't care less.
as you lay on your soft duvet and stare at the blank, textured ceiling, your mind can't help but wander back to the events at the festival.
more specifically, whatever happened with ryul during lngshot's set.
despite how hard you tried to fight the urge to check for any updates online -- i mean, this was supposed to be your "offline time" now that your phone wasn't with you -- your thoughts eventually overtake you. as you head to your desk where your laptop is, you mindlessly start anticipating for what you'll see.
right as you're about to close your laptop and go to sleep, a ding suddenly chimes in your ears.
you quickly check your screen, not noticing anything important, until your eyes land on the tiny "1" next to your chats.
your head slightly tilts as you click on the bubble icon.
almost like fate, it's none other than ryul messaging you.
you roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips, as you open the chat.
you weren't actually going to sleep.
in fact, you instead searched "kim ryul" on twitter, and scrolled for a whole 15 minutes through the many photos and videos of him.
you noticed so many stupidly attractive details about him: the way he joked with his fans, or how he'd occasionally smirk in between his verses. it all only made the fact that you had just texted him so much more unreal.
amidst your "indirect stalking" your mind couldn't help but ask: could this really become a thing?
but nonetheless, he's still a k-pop idol, and you're an up-and-coming influencer on twitter -- if you could even call it that.
of course, you didn't want to overthink it.
but if all this wasn't leading to anything, where could it possibly be going?
you didn't want to put all your eggs in one basket -- that's how the saying actually went, but whenever you two talked, it was almost like you could feel sparks forming with every text.
did you... like him?
it even felt weird thinking it.
to be honest, you knew you were getting too ahead of yourself. so, in an attempt to get your mind off of it all, you open a new tab and pull up the email inbox for your twitter account.
it was still hilarious how some people actually reached out to you about the ryul incident -- not even the man himself did.
you choose to ignore it all. especially that random hate email in your inbox. what was the point in opening it anyway?
you refresh your inbox, not thinking something new would actually show up.
but it does.
an email from GENTLE MONSTER titled: "Gentle Monster Global Campaign Inquiry".
as you scan the title a few more times, you can feel your stomach drop and yours eye widen. hastily, you move your trackpad to open the email. your other hand goes to cover your mouth, which has practically locked itself open.
"hey siri, facetime 'yonsei baddies'."
"facetiming 'yonsei baddies'," your siri replies back.
you drag the other window over, full-screening it, before typing out your reply.
"okay so.." you say, hands rested on the keyboard, "do i just say hi first? i mean there's not a specific name to like address."
"yeah, just start with hi," leesol replied.
"okok."
as you're mid typing, you suddenly stop and run your fingers through your hair.
"bro i'm still in shock.. like out of thousands of people, gentle monster.. reaches out to ME??" you point your finger towards your chest.
"dude, you've freaking MADE ITT," stella exclaims. a hearty laugh between her and ian can be faintly heard through the call.
"don't forget us when you hit 1 million!" ella sarcastically remarks.
you laugh at ella's comment, "y'all are TOO much, but oh my god i can't even right now."
after a couple more minutes of typing, you quickly skim through it again before saying to the call, "wait okay i have like my first draft."
you read your reply to your friends, mumbling through a few words.
after fixing up a few sentences here and there -- guided mainly by leesol and mokas' very helpful suggestions -- you finally send out the email.
rolling your chair back and spinning a couple circles, you squeal, "ahhh i still can't believe it!!"
a few seconds of laughs and cheers echo from your laptop, before it suddenly goes quiet.
"wait yn don't freak out but..."
you quickly return back to your desk, dragging the facetime window back into view.
"you just hit 50k on twitter," stella says, her head facing down at her phone. she quickly widens her eye as she looks back at her screen.
“there’s no way," you reply, tugging a piece of hair behind your ear.
“way.”
"let me check," you open a new tab from the previous window and hurriedly head to your twitter profile.
you scan over your follower count.
fifty thousand followers.
your neck extends forward as you look at the number again.
"oh my fucking god.... HELLOOO??" you practically yell, "i was just at 25k like 4 days ago."
"3 BRO," ella corrected, "in 3 DAYS you gained the amount of followers it took you like 5 months to get."
"damn, that's crazyy. bro yn you're actually famous now," leesol added.
you lean back into your chair, still in complete shock at the achievement.
"wait, like if you think about it..." a few seconds go by before moka continues, "you don't even have a public tiktok or instagram... isn't it harder to get twitter followers, like 100% from tweets alone 'cause it's like... more casual? or like more fast-paced?"
ella replies, "chat.." she smiles, briefly looking up to think, "yeah, no you're right!"
"are you gonna write a thank you post?" stella asked.
"well yeah, i have to!" you create a new twitter post and starting typing out a quick message.
"stop, what if this was because of the ryul incident.. LMAO"
your smile drops for a second as your hands freeze on your keyboard. you roll your eyes at the comment.
"stop it with that! oh my daysss can we leave the past in the past???"
"haha of course," ella chuckles, "it'll never be mentioned again." she teasingly raises her eyebrows as she shakes her head.
"oh my god.. gtfo with your sarcasm."
"awww, does it turn you on?" the girl jokes back.
you sigh in defeat.
"bruh you're so annoying."
not even a minute after you click "post" a notification appears on your screen.
"wait what the fuck??"
"what?" stella responded.
"bro ryul JUST liked my post."
"aww that's cute"
"but like.. and??? is that it?" moka asked.
"no but i like JUST posted it. like it hasn't even been a minute," you put your hand on your cheek as you lean into your desk.
"wait doesn't that mean..." ella says, before pausing, "OHHH MY GOD HE HAS NOTIFS ON FOR YOU"
...
the entire call bursts into screams and squeals as your eyes stay fixed on the notification. after a few seconds, you cover you mouth, failing to hide how stupidly wide your grin has gotten.
Warnings: Fingering, exhibitionism, Ryul’s a spoiled perv, dub–con, coercion, manipulation, drugs mentioned briefly, degradation, (ngl my darkest writing)
(Synopsis)—> Annoyingly uptight, you amused Ryul who soon caught interest, piecing apart every aspect of your mind months after setting eyes upon you—tables now flipping at a forsaken meeting, for better…or worse?
Ryul knew mixing business with pleasure was a front row ticket to disaster—his father always advised him of it in his office, behind closed doors
Preaching—
“Son, you’re the future of this company–something illegal like the narcotics we run needs to be handled carefully, kept under wrap. Don’t get high off your own supply”
To that he rolled his eyes,
always so stubborn
He knew his dad meant the illicit supply of the drugs they distributed
But to Ryul—it was interpreted differently
Differently because you were the supply he got high off
His dad’s assistant…
Young—his age—always so quiet and at his dads beckon call
He wanted to crack that professional facade
The air of poisedness in which you carried yourself
Wanted to be the one ordering you around instead
Sickly desires coursed though his mind when he coincided randomly with you in his dads office
There’s no way someone who looks so innocent, quiet, shy even could be in such an industry, there had to be
… a different side to you
A side he’d suck his teeth thinking about exploring, tongue grazing the sharp point
Slowly—with time
—
You cracked easily soon after
Faster than he’d planned
He’d known from past experiences what got ladies panties in a twist, having had his fair share of love affairs
On D-day he specifically sought out to use the most expensive cologne his dad had gifted him—sexy undertones with a hint of manipulation
Just how he operates
Slicking his hair back perfectly— perfection something he was used to in this line of work having been raised so strictly—you fail, you’re fucked—zero chances was the system he lived off of
The thing about being raised strictly is—when it comes time to de–stress, all that’s been bottled up pours out
Controlling others to Ryul loosened the pressure of expectation his dad played part in
Dark, evil, sadistic, repressed, reprimanded
It splashes out like how the spritz of cologne landed on his neck when pressed–glistening with intent over tan skin
As sick as it was—toxic in every shape formed
…you’d be the perfect canvas for such darkness
—The black fitted suit strained his biceps once he moved out the mansion—Mercedes engine roaring with a twist of a key hole, setting off towards your long awaited downfall
Currently at the meeting, he realized breaking you down meant doing so in front of his father…,
if he did it any other way he was sure you wouldn’t comply
Not directly,
Secretly was the move
You’ll see what that entails…
—
Sat beside him, his father seated at the head of the matte table as you jotted down notes on your clipboard—boss busy yapping
“Okay so our next strategically set move for deepening our ties is the black market, Ryul, consist of advertising…”
Words passed with a blur—evidently, behind your hidden thoughts you remained human, because the only things you managed to write absentmindedly were the endings of boss’s sentences, distracted by the sensual scent emanating from his young sons direction
Yes you were professional, that was required in such dangerous line of work, however he was of opposite gender, young, hot, his dad was stacked in cash so his son must be rich, he was buf—
Ryul leaned in, interrupting your thoughts—whisper prickly over your personal bubble
“Dad’s talking—don’t see you being a good girl and writing. Focus.”
Hiding the murmurs behind a fake cough—he grinned, catching the faint opening of your tired lids before robotically snapping his head back towards the unsuspecting man, faking care over dragged on words
—
The pen shook now in clammy hands—shakily darting your eyes while jotting down scribbles
Or at least trying to
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Your head moved quickly up to your boss—staring directly with a furrow
Your cheeks heated from sudden attention
“Oh, yes Mr.Kim—um nothing, keep talking pleas–
“She’s fine dad, now about introducing hallucinogens…”
Ryul diverted— pivoting further suspicion
—•—•
An hour passed before he persisted on with his plan
Greedy just like Boss when fixated on an outcome,
—
Manspreading enough to where his knee hit yours, gradually yet unyielding
Glancing down—confirming it indeed was his knee,
You stared at his face,
expecting him to move it
He didn’t
Neither did you—were the fumes from the cologne making you act up or…
His slick dark hair
The black, hugging suit highlighting his silver chain
Or was today all an excuse for surfacing desire that was already bred deep inside you?
—
Boss was busying himself printing at his desk, leaving both unattended at the table momentarily
The room temperature raised— vibes sizzling
Though, his action remained in the heavy environment, one loaded with seriousness you both seemed to had left at the door—invested in the proximities of bodies
His hand rested over his knee pressed to the side of yours— fingers tracing circles over the dress pants
Slowly,
Inching to you—testing a faint touch
Your knee jolted—but his fingers held it down against the chair before it seemed too obvious, abandoning the ‘patient’ route
His lips turned up—sinister in a smirk, staring at his palm pressed over the exposed skin of your thighs
“Quiet—spread wider if you know what’s good for you doll”
His head shifted over to you, stern features tuned grim—nails digging deep crescents at the skin
…Like you had a choice—it felt more like a threat
Obscurely
You liked it, the rush
So you’d comply— like you always had to
Breathing a soft
“Yes sir”
—•—
One look at his distracted father was all needed to advance
Staring at you, he entered his lengthy fingers inside his mouth
Letting spit glide between them,
parting your knees further, the sight hidden fully by the table
Ryul’s gaze turned dark—free hand palming at the growing bulge over his black slacks, rock hard from the glimpse of the pink lace decorating your core
How innocent, cute—ruining those panties his mission,
before ruining you of course…
Biting his lips in victory—slick fingers traced below your waistband, impatient, needing to feel
He grew harder at your flushed look—how you failed time and time to meet his gaze, hands shakily gripping at the sides of your chair
It was adorable to a perverse Ryul, things tasted yummier to him when they were taken instead of asked for
The dress you wore pooled around your hips—leaned fully back in the chair, you could only laser in on his hand pressing circles annoyingly over your folds, pace precise, curious, as if your core was a new language he was learning and willing to take time undoing
Struggling to stay still against his palm—your body leaned forward, forehead pressing over your rested arms
“Laying your head down? I apologize I’m boring you, give me a second”
“Nnh..no it’s fine Boss, just a migraine”
Boss smiled at his computer screen—nodding “This’ll take me awhile, sorry”
Ryuls fingers continued moving relentlessly, shameless to the fact his father had just finished talking to you, not a single care in the world big enough to stop him
In fact it made him hotter—seeing you embarrassed despite how wetnesses dripped down your cunt— body betraying your mind at a disconnect, paranoid at being discovered
His palm moved to your clit when he entered you slowly—putting pressure over the nub, multitasking scissoring leisurely, sinking digits detailed each and every rim you sucked him into
Trying to hold it together—, sighing heavy breaths into your arms, pretending to hum in pain of a headache and not of a drug dealers son ramming fingers directly over your G-spot—so skilled you wondered when he had time to master fingering
“Look at me while I do it,” he whispered “or I’m letting father find out, slut”
The word made you clench—thighs pressing harder around his hand, thrusting slowly
“I’m not aa—a slut. Watch it—
Turned to stare at him— arm barley covering the direction of your face Ryul’s father was in
“Oh yea? Then why’s your pussy sucking me in hm—wish it was my cock instead?”
Fingers moved in and out faster, slick sounds covered by boss’ typing
“And watch how you speak to me—I’ll get you fired princess”
Your lips pressed together, obediently, in pleasure—Ryul focused on palming at the puffy clit while fingering discreetly below the table
His other hand moved inside the dress pants—simultaneously stroking himself, slapping sounds kept at bay
“See how you have me, slut”
Letting his tip peek over the waistband, eyes buried darts over you—his thumb caressed it with purpose, wanting to see you go crazy
“Yes sir”
“Ha’ah—you’re not that innocent hm, tell me you like it—how I touch you”
He pounded harder—both in you and around himself, now fully exposed under the table every stroke
Wanting you to see the veins wrapping his cock—filled with the rush you inadvertently caused him
‘mmh’ y—yes I like it Ryul. n..not innocent at all sir”
Secretly, you questioned if virginity held innocence, does it?
Does it, when your body continued betraying you every step of the way Ryul guided it towards—actions annoyingly fulfilling, hot, sexy how he took charge
Charge on a body that’s not his,
Claiming it as if it is,
wanting to make you his, ruin you all for himself
He loved watching you struggle, imagining how much more ashamed you’d be taking his cock in front of his father
“Please Ryul…boss is—fuck c..can’t take it—slower”
Purposefully moving his arm faster to make you nervous—needing to see fear inside those glazed eyes again
Squeezing them shut—you bit down on soft arm flesh,
hips jutting involuntarily, circling Ryuls wet palm, coated in you
A muffled whine left as you came,
shocking your virgin flesh to its core
Ryuls eyes widened
“Sure you’re okay?” He pretended, “I’ve got headache pills if you want”—loud for his dad to hear clearly
“Nn..no thanks—just need a minute Ryul”
His sharp eyes watched his fingers play with the wetness coating your folds—sinister expressions back on his face, sucking his teeth
“Came so quick, what a disappointment doll”,
fingers rubbed soft circles outside the overstimulated hole
“should I punish you and tell my dad—
“Ryul no, please—I’m sorry please don’t”
He pinched your clit hard, making you wince quietly
“Then be a good girl and clean up my fingers”
Looking up from your hands, boss seemed distracted—
“Eyes here”
Snapping your gaze back to Ryul, you nodded
He shifted the dripping fingers to your lips—dragging them open
“Suck before I change my mind—now”
His broad back covered your frame, tongue spread thickly over his fingers, sucking your liquids clean—taste hitting your buds
“Good—very good” he mumbled,
His empty hand glided over your thighs, putting the panties pulled to the side of your cunt back in place,
hovering over the middle damp spot, you gasped
“Shh—we’re finished relax”
The opposite hand inched down your tongue,
thick fingers hit the back of your throat,
eyes watery to hold back gagging, petrified of being caught
IN WHICH your eye candy seems to be (nervously) making the first move with the help of his friends.
tell me, do you feel the love ? ˖⋆ ❞
Author note :: part two is heree!! Third part will be written so hope you guys will still be interested :’) thank u sm for the support on part one!!
pairing ⁺ ⠀ non!idol ohyul x reader⠀(first part)
features lngshot, woonhak, eunchae
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Y/n is a trainee at more vision but unfortunately the company doesn't have enough space in the girls dorm. Knowing you are already friends with Ohyul, management decides it's best you move into the Lngshot dorm.
From the moment you and Ryul started dating, his hands developed a mind of their own. It didn't matter if you were alone in his bedroom, standing in the kitchen, or walking down a secluded hallway.
Ryul was unapologetically obsessed with your ass. He simply couldn't keep his hands off it.
"You're doing it again Kim Ryul" you gasped, your breath catching as his large, warm palms squeezed your bare cheeks, lifting you slightly so you were flush against his front.
"Can't help it." Ryul murmured against your neck, his voice dropping into that low register that always made your knees weak.
"It's perfect. So soft, so round. It's literally made for my hands."
You were currently sitting on his lap on the edge of the bed, completely naked, and his thumbs were idly tracing the soft curve where your thighs met your buttocks, sending constant shivers straight up your spine.
He squeezed firmly, his fingers digging into the plush flesh, kneading you like he was trying to imprint himself into your skin.
He didn't waste any time letting you know just how worked up his obsession made him. Ryul shifted, laying you flat on your stomach across the mattress.
You let out a soft whimper as the cool air hit your back, but the sensation was immediately replaced by the intense heat of Ryul’s gaze. He stood over the bed for a second, just staring at your exposed backside, his eyes dark and dilated with pure hunger.
"God, look at you sweetheart" he panted, his hands coming down to rest on your hips.
He bent you over the edge of the bed, lifting your hips high while your chest rested against the pillows. He smoothed his hands over your skin, his palms sweeping down your lower back to cup your cheeks, spreading them slightly to look at your soaking wet pussy dripping right beneath his favorite view.
He leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your thigh, biting softly before his tongue lashed out to lap at your wetness.
"Baby... Fuck—" you begged, your fingers clutching the sheets as the friction began to wind you tight.
He stood up, the sharp hiss of his zipper echoing in the quiet room. A second later, the length of his rock hard cock brushed against your inner thighs.
He didn't just slide inside right away, he rubbed the precum slick head right along your opening, his pelvis grinding hard against your ass cheeks, using your plush flesh to friction tease his own length.
"Squeeze it for me" he growled near your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Tighten your ass around me sweetheart."
With a sudden, heavy thrust of his hips, Ryul buried his entire cock deep inside your tight pussy.
A loud gasp tore from your throat as you were completely filled from behind. Ryul let out a guttural groan, his head rolling back as your internal muscles immediately clamped down around his thick shaft like a vice. He didn't wait a single second to establish pounding rhythm.
He began to slap his hips violently against your bare ass, the wet sound filling the room. Every deep, relentless thrust drove him all the way inside you, stretching your walls open before pulling back just far enough to tease you, only to slam home again.
His hands never left your cheeks, he kept his large fingers dug deep into your flesh, squeezing and lifting your ass with every single brutal slam of his hips to force himself even deeper.
"So tight—" Ryul gasped, his pace becoming completely unhinged. He reached one hand around to your front, his fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing it ruthlessly in perfect time with his heavy thrusts, while his other hand remained firmly planted, crushing your left butt cheek.
The dual stimulation of his thick cock stretching you inside and his hand ruthlessly working your clit, combined with the heavy weight of his body grinding against your backside, pushed you straight over the edge.
"Ryul! I'm cumming—" you screamed into the pillow.
Your pussy clamped down on his cock in rhythmic spasms as a shattering orgasm ripped through you. The sudden, intense tightness of your climax completely broke Ryul’s restraint.
He let out a loud, breathless roar, his fingers digging into your ass so hard he'd leave bruises, and with three fast, brutal thrusts, he buried himself as deep as possible, shooting his semen deep inside your walls.
He collapsed heavily against your back, his chest heaving as he kept his weight pinned over you, his hands still loosely cupping your ass, completely content and entirely obsessed.
Ryul didn't pull out of your tight warmth right away. He lay heavily against your back, his chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths as his heart gradually slowed down.
His hands remained firmly cupped around your ass, his fingers idly kneading the soft, sweat slicked flesh as if he still couldn't bear to lose contact with it.
Only when his thick cock finally began to soften. He slowly slide out of you with a wet sound. You let out a weak whimper at the sudden emptiness, your muscles trembling from the intensity of the climax.
But Ryul wasn't done worshiping his favorite part of you.
Instead of moving away, he shifted his weight and turned your body around, making you facing the ceiling. He sliding down the mattress until his face between your spread thighs. Your hips were still elevated, completely exposing your swollen cunt with his cum flowing out.
The sight of his white cum slowly leaking out of your opening and running down your plush skin made his breath hitch all over again.
He leaned down, burying his face directly into your soaking wet folds.
"Ah... Ryul" you gasped, your fingers tightening into the pillows as his hot tongue lashed out, greedily lapping up the cream and your own sweet juices with slow strokes.
He was completely unbothered by the mess, devouring you with an eager, desperate hunger. He need to taste you.
Because of how closely he pressed his face against your skin, the blunt tip of his nose kept rubbing firmly over your clit with every single movement of his mouth.
The contrast was maddening. While his wet, flat tongue swirled ruthlessly around your opening to clean you out, the constant, heavy friction of his nose sliding right across your swollen peak sent sharp, localized jolts of pure electricity straight down your spine.
"baby, wait—it’s too much," you sobbed out, your hips instinctively twitching upward to meet the pressure, your toes curling tightly against the sheets.
He didn't slow down. He let out a low groan against your skin, the vibration trembling right against your wet folds. He used his large hands to spread your ass cheeks wide, pulling you open even further so he could bury his face deeper.
Every time he dragged his tongue upward, his nose ground hard against your clit, keeping you trapped on the very edge of another shattering release.
You were completely helpless, pinned beneath his obsessive, dripping mouth as the bedroom filled with the sloppy, wet sounds of him thoroughly consuming you.
It was absolute torture, a beautiful, agonizing sensory overload. Every time Ryul dragged his flat, wet tongue upward from your opening, the blunt tip of his nose flattened hard against your clit, grinding over the swollen nub with an unrelenting pressure.
"Ryul—ah! Please, stop, I’m cum again on your face—" you cried out, your voice completely cracking as you tried to wiggle your hips away from his face.
But he wasn't having it. Ryul’s grip tightened on your ass cheeks, his fingers digging deep into the plush flesh to anchor you firmly against the mattress.
He pinned you in place, refusing to let you escape the maddening friction. He let out a low muffled growl against your skin, a sound of obsessive hunger and increased his pace.
The wet slapping sounds of his mouth devouring you filled the quiet bedroom. He sucked your sensitive lips into his mouth, suck it while imagining it was your mouth lips. His tongue swirling aggressively, while his nose continued to ruthlessly press and rub against your clit in a tight rhythm.
Your mind completely short circuited. The deep throbbing between your thighs wound tighter and tighter in a matter of seconds. Your internal muscles began to spasm, desperately seeking release from the constant, heavy friction of his face against your center.
"Ryul! Ryul!" you screamed into the pillows, your back arching off the bed.
With one final, deep lap of his tongue and a heavy, grinding nudge of his nose, he pushed you straight over the edge. Your body shuddered violently as a fresh, shattering orgasm ripped through your lower half. Your pussy pulsed in rapid, intense waves, spraying your slick wetness directly onto his lips and nose.
Ryul didn't pull back for a single second. He drank you in, swallowing your climax greedily, his tongue catching every drop of your release while his nose kept grinding against your twitching clit until your legs went entirely numb.
When your body finally went limp, trembling and thoroughly spent, Ryul slowly lifted his head. His entire face from his lips to the tip of his nose was completely covered in your juices and the remnants of the white semen.
He looked absolutely ruined, his eyes dark, blown out, and entirely dazed with satisfaction but at least he liked it.
He crawled up your body, sliding his heavy frame on top of you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He let out a long, ragged sigh, his large hands resting securely on your hips, completely content to stay pinned right there against his absolute favorite view.
After a few more minutes of lying completely spent under his heavy frame, Ryul slowly shifted his weight off you. He looked down at you, his dazed expression softening into something incredibly sweet.
"Come here," he murmured, his voice rough and low.
He didn't make you walk. Ryul slid his arms under your knees and back, lifting your trembling, jelly like body into his arms. You instinctively buried your face in his neck, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders as he carried you out of the bedroom and into the dimly lit bathroom.
He had already left the hot water running earlier, and the room was completely filled with thick steam. Ryul carefully lowered both of you into the deep porcelain tub.
The moment the hot, bubbly water hit your skin, a long, shaky sigh of absolute relief tore from your throat. Your muscles, tight and aching from the intense orgasms, immediately began to unwind.
Ryul sat back against the edge of the tub, pulling your back flush against his chest so you were sitting securely between his thighs. The water swirled around your waists, instantly washing away the sticky remnants of semen and sweat from your skin.
He reached for a soft washcloth and the bottle of lavender body wash. After working up rich lather, Ryul began to wash you with an incredibly gentle rhythm. His large hands moved over your shoulders, down your arms, and across your stomach, his touch completely devoid of the frantic, demanding energy from earlier. This was pure comfort.
When he reached your hips, his fingers idly brushed against the soft curve of your ass under the water. He let out a low chuckle, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your wet shoulder.
"Still so soft." he whispered teasingly, though his grip remained gentle as he carefully cleaned between your thighs, making sure you were completely fresh and comfortable.
You leaned your head back against his collarbone, closing your eyes as the warmth of the water and the steady, solid beat of his heart against your back completely soothed your mind.
Ryul discarded the washcloth and wrapped his arms securely around your waist under the water, pulling you as close as possible. He was perfectly content just holding you, resting his chin on your head as you both soaked in the quiet, peaceful afterglow.
The warm water lapped gently against your chests as Ryul tightened his arms around you, pulling you so close that there wasn’t a single inch of space left between his front and your bare back. The heat from earlier had completely dissolved into something so tender it made your chest ache.
He leaned his jaw against your wet shoulder, his breath coming in soft, steady puffs against your skin.
"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. To have bath with you after sex." Ryul murmured, his voice dropping into a quiet, vulnerable register you rarely showed anyone else.
He lifted one hand out of the water, his long, damp fingers gently turning your chin so you had to look back at him. His eyes were incredibly soft, reflecting the dim bathroom light.
"Not just the sex... Just want to holding you like this."
Your cheeks flushed a fresh pink under his steady gaze.
"I used to watch you from across the room at school," he confessed, a small, selfdeprecating smile tugging at his lips. He began to trace the line of your collarbone with his thumb, his touch light as a feather.
"You always seemed so quiet, completely in your own world. I was actually terrified to talk to you at first. The school fuckboy, completely tongue tied because a girl looked too perfect to disturb."
He laughed softly, the vibration rumbling deeply against your spine. He leaned forward, pressing a sweet kiss to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, making a tiny shiver run down your body.
"I want to know everything about you," he whispered against your skin, his hand sliding down to interlace his fingers tightly with yours under the water, squeezing your palm.
"I want to know what your favorite songs are when you're sad. I want to know what you dream about. I want to be the guy you call when you can't sleep at three in the morning."
He shifted his weight slightly, lifting you just enough to turn you around in the tub so you were facing him. Your knees framed his hips, and your hands instinctively found his broad, wet shoulders for balance.
Ryul looked up at you, his thumb gently wiping away a stray drop of water from your cheek. The sheer adoration in his eyes was overwhelming enough to make anyone blush.
"I'm completely obsessed with you, y/n." he said softly, his voice completely raw and honest.
"And it’s not just your body. I'm falling so hard for all of you. You're stuck with me now okay sweetheart? I can never let you go."
He leaned in, closing the distance between you not with hunger, but with a deep sweet kiss. His lips parted yours gently, tasting you with a quiet reverence that told you louder than any words ever could just how deeply loved you were.
When the kiss finally parted, he didn't pull away completely. Ryul rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he let out a long, contented sigh. His hands remained settled securely on your waist under the water, his thumbs lazily brushing over your skin.
"Let's get out of here before we turn into prunes." he teased softly, the familiar mischievous glint returning to his eyes, though it was softened by pure affection.
He stood up first, stepping out of the tub and wrapping a large, plush towel around his waist before instantly reaching back to help you out.
He didn't let you dry yourself. Instead, he took a second towel and gently patted your skin dry, treating you like something incredibly precious.
Once you were both warm and wrapped in his oversized, comfortable hoodies, he led you back to the bedroom. The bed had been hastily straightened, the clean sheets smelling faintly of his cologne. Ryul slid under the heavy comforter first, opening his arms wide in an unspoken invitation.
You didn't hesitate, immediately crawling into his space and resting your head directly over his steady, beating heart. He wrapped his long legs around yours and pulled the duvet up to your chins, completely sealing out the cold air.
"Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you." he whispered into your hair, his grip tightening just enough to let you know you were completely safe.
Tangled in his warmth, listening to the rhythmic lilt of his breathing, you finally closed your eyes, drifting into a peaceful sleep, entirely secure in the knowledge of just how deeply you were loved.
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SUMMARY — ✦ When you move in with your attentive boyfriend, Ryul, you expect a cozy domestic life. Instead, you face the biting coldness of his anti-social roommate, Ohyul. Believing he completely despises you, you have no idea that the apartment's paper-thin walls are leaking your loudest, most private moments directly into Ohyul's bedroom. Sparking a dark, depraved obsession that threatens to shatter a lifelong brotherhood.
SYNOPSIS: when one of your best friends mentions a specific k-pop group in the gc, your once disinterest toward the industry slowly softens as a certain idol catches your eye. but what happens when your simple celebrity crush turns into reality as you unexpectedly meet eye to eye with him at a university festival?
PAIRING: idol kim ryul x uni student/influencer fem reader
CONTAINS: written parts, swearing, down bad reader, multiple parts, use of yn, lee gawon fc, smau, slow burn, lowk slow plot in general...
A/N: this is lowk a long chapter, hope u guys enjoy! the plot is coming guys trust 😛 also thank you guys sm for the support on this series i would've never imagine ppl actually liking my work 😪💗 this is slightly proofread but like not 100% so v sorry if there are any typos 😭
A/N 2: there are like 3 written parts in this but idk if thats too many 😓 lmk if you guys like them or would rather just have this series solely be an smau!!
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despite what you all believed, the walk from the restaurant to the main campus (where the festival was being held) ended up being almost 20 minutes more than what stella had previously stated.
and in the suffocating, humid afternoons of seoul, it was only a matter of time for you all to be suffering through endless minutes of walking.
"stella i'm never trusting you again," leesol said, panting as she placed her palm against her chest.
"TO BE FAIR, my phone is lowkey glitching so the person and car icons weren't loading," stella explained, speed walking infront of the girls before turning back to face them, "i just assumed the app meant the trip was 10 minutes of walking.. not driving."
"i'm so deadass, i'm this close away from beating you right now," ella replied, glaring at the blonde girl ahead of her.
"someone kill me why is it so hot," moka moaned as she dabbed the sweat off her forehead with a tissue, "as soon as we arrive i'm heading straight to the food stalls and buying the coldest drink i can find."
"no seriously. i swear i'm gonna sweat my makeup off before i even get there," you groaned, taking out a pocket mirror from your purse and examining the base you spent so long perfecting, slowly melt away in the heat.
after 30 long minutes of out of breath complaining and sighing, the 5 of you finally made it to the festival.
lined up along the pavement were rows of different food stalls serving a variety of student-made delicacies. there were spicy bbq skewers, crispy fried chicken, and the familiar tteokbokki dishes you frequently savour in your dorm at 2 am.
"finally. i'm getting us bubble tea. text me what you guys want!" moka exclaimed, before scurrying off to the crowd of students lining up for the food stand.
"i'll just get a mango green tea with coconut jelly. leesol, can you tell moka?" you asked, rummaging in your purse for your cosmetics bag, "i'm gonna go touch up my makeup. be right back!"
as the girls waved you off, you hurried over to a nearby building and searched for the washroom.
making your way to a mirror, you quickly, but precisely, reapplied concealer on any red spots, dabbed a bit more blush on your temples, and re-curled your lashes that had drooped down after the walk.
opening your phone and checking your inbox on twitter, you suddenly stumbled upon a woojin weverse update -- specifically one with ryul.
you could practically feel the corners of your lips turn upward as you quoted the post.
running back to find your group, you quickly spotted them and took a seat on the warm pavement next to moka, who handed you your drink.
for the rest of festival, everything felt perfect. you were completely immersed into each performance, snapped photos with your friends, and finally let yourself relax.
the amount of fun you were having made you entirely forget about your phone, even more, the quote about ryul that you thought was posted on your private account.
back in your dorm, you reopen your phone, only to find several notifications from several twitter accounts. comments, likes, reposts, basically every form of interaction -- even dms.
you frantically enter your password and open twitter to check what could've possibly occurred during the couple of hours at the festival, when you suddenly receive an imessage notification from moka.
Prompt: one day you randomly come across a kpop group, Lngshot, when you realize one of them looks too familiar for your liking.
Background: you and Ohyul dated for a year then suddenly he broke up with you with little explanation and disappeared from your life. That was two years ago.
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જ⁀◝✩ In which your boyfriend cries on the phone mid-party, and you cannot wait to get home to him fast enough.
➤ ohyul x reader, insecure ohyul / hurt-comfort, established relationship, lovesick/unhinged in love, fluff & angst ( not hard-core angst !! )
The party noise hits different when the only frequency your brain is tuned to is several kilometers away, curled up on a couch, probably wearing your hoodie because his smells like his own cologne after a few hours, and he likes pretending it's an accident that he always reaches for yours instead.
You haven't touched your drink. You haven't really touched anything tonight, not the conversation, not the canapés, not the version of yourself that exists in rooms Ohyul isn't in, because honestly, that version feels like a faded photocopy of the real one. The real you only fully turns on when he's in frame. Everyone jokes about it. Your coworkers don't even know him, and they already know you're "the girl who's obsessed with her boyfriend," because you cannot go four sentences into small talk without somehow finding your way back to him.
It's been nine months of this particular insanity. Nine months since the boy who used to tie his shoelaces twice as slow just to walk beside you a little longer finally admitted that he'd been quietly, hopelessly gone on you since the first week of first year and somehow, impossibly, you'd been just as gone on him the whole time, neither of you brave enough to say it until uni stopped giving you excuses to dance around it.
You think about him constantly. Embarrassingly so. Mid-meeting, mid-shower, mid-sentence with someone else entirely, your brain will just — cut to him. The way his nose scrunches when he's trying not to smile. The way he says your name, like it's something rare, he still can't believe he gets to keep.
So when your phone rings and his name lights up the screen, you don't hesitate for even a fraction of a second — you've never once let his call go to voicemail in nine months, not once, because some unhinged, devoted part of you is permanently on standby for him and you've made peace with that about yourself.
"Ohyul," you breathe out, and just saying his name does something stupid and warm to your chest, "baby, what's up, are you okay?"
"Hey," he says. Soft. Too soft. "Are you enjoying the party?"
You already know something's wrong because his voice does this specific thing when he's hurting, gets smaller, gentler, like he's trying not to take up space even in his own sadness. You've memorized every register of his voice the way some people memorize song lyrics. You could pick him out of a thousand voices blind.
"It's boring without you," you say honestly, already drifting from the noise toward a quiet corner like your body is magnetized toward anywhere that lets you focus completely on him. "Everyone's just talking about nothing. I keep thinking about how much more fun it'd be if you were here being weird and feeding me from your plate."
A huff of breath that's trying so hard to be a laugh.
"I'll let you get back to it," he says. "Don't want to—"
A sniffle. Sharp, involuntary, the kind that escapes before pride can catch it.
Then silence. The call's ended.
Your whole body goes cold and electric at once. You don't even process the decision to leave — you're already moving, weaving through people you'll apologize to tomorrow, already outside hailing a cab with shaking hands, because the single most unbearable thought in your entire universe is Ohyul, hurting, alone, trying to hide it from you. You would set the building on fire to get to him faster if it meant shaving thirty seconds off this drive. You are not being dramatic. You would.
The fifteen-minute ride feels like a war of attrition between you and time itself.
The apartment is dim when you let yourself in, heart slamming, and you hear it before you see it — that quiet, hiccupping sound coming from the bedroom, and underneath it, barely audible, your name. Not called out. Just whispered. Like he needed to say it even with no one there to hear, like your name is something his body reaches for automatically when it's breaking.
You've never moved faster in your life.
He's curled on the bed, blanket fisted in one hand, shoulders shaking, and the second he sees you in the doorway his face does this awful, naked thing — caught, ashamed, trying to wipe his face like that erases the last ten minutes.
"Baby, you're supposed to be— I'm fine, I'm sorry, go back, you shouldn't have—"
"Don't," you say, voice cracking, already crawling onto the bed, already gathering him against you like physically closing the distance could undo whatever's hurting him. "Don't you dare tell me to go back. There is not a single universe where I choose a party over you. Not one. I would leave anything for you, do you understand that? Anything."
He folds into you like he's been waiting for permission, face pressed to your neck, and you feel the wet warmth of his tears against your skin and it nearly splits you open.
"I don't deserve how much you love me," he chokes out. "You could have anyone — someone stronger, more — I don't know, manly, someone who doesn't fall apart over nothing, and I've been in love with you since I was eighteen years old and too scared to even sit next to you on purpose, and now I have you and I'm terrified every single day that I'm going to wake up and you'll realize I'm not enough and—"
"Stop." You pull back just enough to grip his face in both hands, forcing him to look at you, and you're crying too now, openly, because you cannot hear him talk about himself like this and stay composed. "Stop talking about yourself like you're someone I tolerate. Ohyul. I am unwell about you. Do you understand that? I think about you constantly. I cannot get through a single day without you crossing my mind a hundred times. My coworkers make fun of me because I cannot stop talking about you. I am not being poetic, I mean this literally, no version of my life makes sense without you in the center of it."
"YN—"
"You ran forty minutes through pouring rain just to bring me an umbrella. You carried me two kilometers on your back when I twisted my ankle, joking the entire time so I wouldn't be scared. You kneel down and tie my shoelaces every single morning without me even asking, like it's instinct, like loving me has become something your body just does without permission from your brain." Your voice is shaking but you don't stop. "You think manliness is the absence of feeling. I think it's choosing me, gently, completely, every single day, and never once making me feel like a burden for needing you back."
He's full-on crying now, but he's also laughing, wet and disbelieving, like he can't hold both feelings without spilling over.
"I love you so much it doesn't feel safe," he admits. "Like I've built my entire life around you, and if you ever left, I don't know what would be left standing."
"Then it's a good thing I'm never finding out," you say fiercely, pulling him impossibly closer, "because I feel the exact same way about you. You're not just my boyfriend, Ohyul, you're the entire architecture of my life. I rearrange my whole day around the five minutes I get to see your face. I have never in my life been this insane over another person, and I never want to be normal about you. I want to stay exactly this unhinged, for as long as you'll let me."
He kisses you then — slow, shaky, tasting like salt and relief — and when he pulls back his forehead stays pressed to yours, breath mixing with yours like neither of you can stand even that much distance.
"You're the manliest, strongest, most impossibly perfect person I have ever known," you whisper against his mouth. "Not because you don't break. Because you let me see you when you do, and you trust me to put you back together every single time."
"I love you," he says, like it's not enough, like he wants to invent a bigger word and doesn't have one. "I love you, I love you—"
"I love you too," you breathe back, just as wrecked, just as gone. "More than that party. More than anything in that entire loud, empty room. More than anything that isn't you."
Outside, the city keeps moving without either of you noticing.
In here, there's only the two of you, tangled together, breathing each other in like oxygen — two people who fell so hopelessly, helplessly in love that it scares everyone around them, and who wouldn't trade that terror for anything in the world.
featuring) Ian from h2h as your best friend and me hah
synopsis. You’re a pretty big producer for various R&B and Hip-Hop artists — wether they’re from the east or west. Jay Park, CEO and founder of More Vision, for whom you already worked for, reached out to you to work with his group LNGSHOT. You don’t think much of it — until that one guy with spiky hair and bleached ends unwillingly catches your attention.
lyn, speak up! // ryul has an insane grip on me lately so here I am, writing my first pure actual smau at 7 in the morning. I reuse a lot of terms but honestly idrc I think it's fun. Enjoy babes 💋
𝄞𝄢 Now playing: Midnight Blue by JEY, 88kief
warnings/content. lots of swearing sexual jokes/implications tiktok humour (i think)
taglist is open! (please tell me if you don't want to get tagged outside of the „True love finds its way“ au, I'll remove u ^^)
