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when ryul gets drunk, he becomes brutally honest. not the kind of honest that starts arguments or reveals secrets, but the kind of honest that makes it painfully obvious of how much he likes you.
which is unfortunate, for everyone else.
because sober ryul at least pretends to have self-control.
but drunk ryul?
absolutely not.
the second alcohol hits his system, he suddenly needs to be touching you at all times.
a hand on your waist. his arm around your shoulder. his chin resting on top of your head. his fingers tangled with yours. anything and everything.
he just simply refuses to leave you alone.
it starts about an hour into the party.
the music isn't too loud, and people are scattered around the room talking. and you're standing near the bar with one of your friends when you suddenly feel a familiar pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind, without any warning and shame.
you don't even need to turn around to know who it is.
"hi, baby." his voice slightly slurred. not concerning, but enough to tell that he's definitely tipsy.
you laugh softly and glance over your shoulder.
"hi, ryul," he only hums in response, tightening his arms around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder.
"you okay, babe?" you asked softly, turning your head slightly to look at him. one of your hands came up to gently cup his cheek, your thumb brushing across his skin.
ryul immediately leaned into your touch.
"mhmh..."
his eyes fluttered shut for a second, and he looked way softer than he did five seconds ago.
and you couldn't help but smile.
"yeah?" you teased quitely.
another hum.
and before you knew it, he was practically melting against you, all of his weight leaning onto your shoulder as if standing by himself had become way too much work.
"girl," your friend stared at the two of you, looking completely bewildered.
"does he always do this?"
you glanced down at the arms currently wrapped around your waist before laughing softly.
"pretty much."
"we're literally in the middle of a conversation."
before you could answer, ryul spoke up from behind you.
"doesn't matter."
your friend blinked.
"...i can hear and see you."
"good."
ryul tightened his hold around your waist immediately.
dramatically & possessively.
like he genuinely believed somebody might steal you if he let go for more than three seconds.
"she likes me more."
your friend burst out laughing.
"oh my god."
"it's true," ryul insisted.
you rolled your eyes.
"ryul."
"what?"
"you're being weird."
he gasps. like actually gasps. then lifts his head from your shoulder just to stare at you in disbelief.
"you think i'm weird?"
"...a little."
"wow."
he shakes his head dramatically before burying his face against your neck.
"i've never been more betrayed in my life."
it only gets even worse from here. because now that ryul has attached himself to you, he refuses to leave. and everywhere you go, he follows.
when you walk to the bar to get another drink, he's right behind you with his arm wrapped securely around your waist.
when you sit down on one of the couches, he immediately drops beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.
at one point, you leave to use the bathroom.
and when you come back?
he's already waiting outside the bathroom door. leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
you stop in front of him, trying to hold back a smile.
"were you waiting for me?"
"yeah."
"...why?"
he blinks. once. like you've just asked the most ridiculous question imaginable.
"cause you left."
you stare.
ryul pouts slightly. like actually pouts.
"and i missed you."
your heart immediately betrays you.
"ryul."
"what?"
"i went to the bathroom for three minutes."
"longest three minutes of my life."
you laugh despite yourself.
and ryul immediately brightens. because apparently, making you laugh was worth standing outside a bathroom waiting for you.
which, honestly?
explains a lot about him.
"you're ridiculous."
"but you love me."
you roll your eyes, though the smile on your face gives you away immediately.
"maybe."
"maybe?"
he narrows his eyes dramatically.
"that's crazy. after i suffered for three whole minutes."
"you survived."
"barely."
before he can continue complaining, you reach up and gently cup his cheek.
the words die in his throat immediately.
then, before he can process what's happening, you lean forward and press a quick kiss against his cheek.
soft and warm, gone in a second.
and ryul freezes completely.
"...baby."
you laugh softly.
"what?"
he just stares at you. speechless for once in his life.
but then a slow grin starts spreading across his face. the kind that means he's about to become even more unbearable.
"do that again."
"absolutely not."
"please?"
"no."
"baby."
"ryul."
"baby."
you groan. immediately regretting it when he wraps his arms around your waist again, looking entirely too pleased with himself. because now he has a new reason to stay attached to you for the rest of the night.
the grin on ryul's face never disappeared after that.
not even a little.
if anything, it got worse.
because apparently one kiss on the cheek was enough to make him completely insufferable for the rest of the night.
he stayed attached to your side the entire time, his hand always finding yours the second you started walking. his fingers immediately intertwined with yours, holding on like he was afraid you'd somehow disappear again.
you can only laugh and let him.
because honestly? you were starting to get used to it.
the others, however, were not.
especially louis.
"hyung."
"what."
louis stared at the two of you in disbelief.
"you've followed y/n noona into four different spots tonight."
ryul glanced over.
"and?"
"and that's not normal."
"yes it is."
"NO IT ISN'T."
woojin who's beside him immediately nodded.
"he's right. this is actually getting concerning."
"thank you," louis said, pointing at woojin dramatically before turning back to ryul. "i saw you standing outside the bathroom waiting for her."
ryul frowned slightly.
"that's because she was in there."
louis and woojin blinked in disbelief.
"THAT'S NOT AN EXPLANATION."
you couldn't help but laugh.
which only made ryul smile.
"see?" ryul said, gesturing toward you proudly. "she gets it."
"she absolutely does not get it," louis shot back immediately.
"i do a little bit," you admitted.
"NOONA!"
"baby, thank you."
"STOP ENCOURAGING HIM."
ryul ignores him completely.
instead, he immediately reaches for your hand again.
things reach their peak when a random guy decided to sit beside you.
that's it. that's the crime.
and suddenly ryul looks offended. like someone personally insulted him.
you notice immediately.
mostly because his arm tightens around your waist.
"ryul."
"hm?"
"why are you glaring?"
"i'm not."
you look directly at him.
he looks directly at the random guy.
and the guy looks terrified.
"...babe."
"what?"
"you're definitely glaring."
"only a little."
"RYUL."
he sighs dramatically before finally looking away.
then, without warning, he gently cups your face and presses a kiss on your lips.
right there. in front of everybody. just because.
and your face immediately felt warm.
"what was that for?"
he shrugs.
"felt like it," ryul simply said.
of course he did.
later that night, when the party starts winding down and people begin heading home, you finally manage to get ryul into the passenger seat of your car.
which should've made things easier. but it doesn't. because now he has you all to himself.
the moment you start driving, he turns in his seat to face you completely.
and just... stares.
you glance over.
"why are you looking at me like that?"
"because you're pretty."
you almost missed a turn.
"ryul."
"what?"
"stop."
"i'm serious."
he sounds genuinely confused. like he doesn't understand why that's embarrassing.
"you're really pretty."
you can feel yourself smiling despite your best efforts.
a few minutes later, the car grows quiet.
you assume he's finally falling asleep.
until you feel his fingers finding yours across the center console.
holding your hand loosely and comfortably.
like he can't help himself.
and when you finally get home, you barely make it through the front door before ryul wraps himself around you again.
his arms slide around your waist immediately while his face disappears into your shoulder.
and for the first time all night, he's completely quiet.
"babe?"
he hums softly.
"you tired?"
another hum. but this one is sleepier.
you smile and run your fingers through his hair.
and he melts in an instant. the tension leaves his shoulders. his grip loosens slightly. and he leans into your touch without even realizing it.
"you know," you murmur softly, "you're very clingy when you're drunk."
you feel him smile against your shoulder.
"only when it's you."
and honestly?
you think that might be the sweetest thing he's said all night.
which is saying a lot.
because he's spent the entire evening attached to your side, kissing you whenever he felt like it, holding your hand every chance he got, and looking at you like you were the best thing in the room.
a few minutes later, he's asleep. half on top of you. arms still around your waist. completely unwilling to let go even in his sleep.
and as you sit there trapped beneath your ridiculously clingy boyfriend, gently brushing your fingers through his hair while he sleeps against you, you can't help laughing quietly to yourself.
because tomorrow morning, ryul is going to be so embarrassed.
but tonight? he's too busy loving you out loud to care.
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HIIIIIIIII, I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER RYUL FIC. CUZ I'M JUST SIMPLY OBSESSED WITH HIM. AND I CAN'T HELP IT. HEHE.
hope you all enjoyed this one too! and enjoyed my other two ryul fic. thank you for reading my fic and giving it lots of love!
summary : when your best friend ryul kisses you on the cheek one night, it sets off a chain reaction you can't control. suddenly, every touch feels intentional, every glance feels loaded with meaning, and the line between friendship and something more becomes dangerously blurred.
word count : 2k
warning(s) : mutual pining, some curse words here & there, please forgive mee if there are any typos (^-^)
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for the next few days, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. the kiss he planted on your cheek. which is ridiculous, because a kiss on the cheek doesn't really mean anything right?
but somehow, your brain keeps replaying it anyway. the warmth of his lips against your cheek, the way he looked at you afterward, and the stupid grin that spreads across his face while you were actively trying not to combust right in front of him.
it was bad. very bad. because now, every little thing he did felt worse somehow. or better? honestly, you couldn’t tell anymore. because all you knew was that ryul had become completely unbearable after that night.
the touching got more obvious, like he had stopped trying to hide it. or maybe he never was hiding it in the first place, and now you were just painfully aware of everything.
his hand would rest against the small of your back whenever he walked behind you, fingers brushing against your waist absentmindedly like it was the most natural thing in the world. and whenever you sat next to each other, he somehow ends up sitting too close without fail, knees pressed together, shoulders touching, his arm lazily thrown behind you on the couch like he didn’t even notice what he was doing.
there was no way he didn’t notice and was doing that on purpose, right?
but the worst part is, you let him do that every single time.
· · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · ·
"ryul, can you move?"
"make me."
you stared at him from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed while he stood there blocking the entire entrance with the most annoying expression you’d ever seen on someone’s face.
"ryul, i’m serious."
"so am i."
"you’re literally smiling."
"maybe because this is funny."
you rolled your eyes and tried stepping around him anyway, but he shifted at the exact same time, blocking you again effortlessly.
"oh my god."
he grinned immediately. "what?"
"why are you like this?"
"like what?"
"insufferable."
"mean."
you scoffed. "you started it."
instead of replying, he just tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing in amusement as he looked at you for a second too long.
"you’ve been avoiding me."
your stomach dropped instantly.
"...i have not."
"you have," he said easily. "ever since the kiss."
"it was on the cheek."
"still counts."
you groaned quietly, already feeling your face getting warm. "can you stop bringing it up?"
"why?" he asked, clearly entertained now. "you get all nervous every time."
"i do not get nervous."
"your ears are literally red right now."
"...shut up."
he laughed softly under his breath, and God—you hated how much you liked hearing it.
there was something so unfair about the way ryul always looked at you after making you flustered, like he genuinely enjoyed seeing you fall apart because of him.
maybe that's what made the whole thing so confusing. it really felt like he was genuinely flirting with you. but then he'd act completely normal afterwards, which made you second guess everything all over again.
because what if this was just how he was?
what if you were ruining your friendship over something that only existed in your head?
you tried stepping around him again, but this time he gently caught your wrist just before you could pass him.
and suddenly everything felt weirdly quiet.
"ryul."
"hm?"
"...move."
instead of answering, his thumb brushed lightly against your wrist without even thinking about it, and the tiny gesture almost made your heart explode.
"you know what i think?" he asked softly.
you swallowed. "...what?"
he stepped a little closer.
too close.
close enough that you could smell his cologne, close enough that if you moved even slightly your chest would brush against his.
you looked up at him, trying your very best to hold eye contact without looking nervous. but it was hard when he was taller than you, hard when he was standing that close, looking down at you like that.
and somehow, having to tilt your head up just to meet his eyes made everything feel worse.
"i think you’ve been avoiding me because you kissed me first."
your eyes widened immediately.
"i have not been avoiding you because of that."
"oh?" his lips twitched slightly. "so you admit you have been avoiding me."
"...no..."
he laughed quietly, shoulders shaking a little, and you wanted to disappear on the spot.
"caught you."
"you’re so annoying."
"and you still kissed me anyway."
your heart genuinely skipped.
before you could respond, he finally stepped aside, letting you pass. but not before lightly tugging on your sleeve as you walked by him.
it was small, but enough to make your chest ache all over again.
· · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · ·
movie nights with him became unbearable, too, because ryul slowly developed habits that were dangerously easy to get used to.
at first, it started with him laying his head on your lap every single time you watched something together.
it was natural, like your lap belonged to him.
he’d just walk into your room, flop down beside you on the bed or couch, then a few minutes later you’d suddenly feel his weight against your thighs while he gets comfortable beneath you, completely uninvited.
and the annoying part is?
he always looked way too relaxed there.
one arm thrown lazily around your leg, eyes half-lidded while you played with his hair absentmindedly because apparently that had become a thing too.
"you know," you mumbled one night, fingers brushing through his hair carefully, "normal people use pillows."
ryul cracked one eye open to look up at you.
"you’re way softer."
"...that sounded kinda weird."
"you’re making it weird."
you rolled your eyes, but your fingers never stopped moving through his hair.
eventually, though, laying his head on your lap apparently wasn’t enough for him anymore.
because somewhere along the way, it turned into him pulling you onto his lap instead.
especially whenever the two of you were on the couch together.
he’d complain there wasn’t enough space, even when there very obviously was, then grab your wrist before you could argue and tug you right onto him like it was the most normal thing ever.
and every single time you complained, he’d just wrap an arm around your waist tighter and mumble something about you moving around too much.
"ryul, i can literally sit beside you."
"you are sitting beside me."
"exucuse me... this is not beside."
he only grinned, chin resting against your shoulder while his arms stayed securely around your waist.
"stop complaining."
"you’re so clingy."
the worst part was how gentle he got whenever you sat on his lap.
completely different from his usual teasing self.
he’d absentmindedly play with your fingers while watching the movie, rub small circles against your waist whenever you shifted around, pull the blanket over you first before covering himself, and if you got sleepy, he’d immediately tilt your head against his shoulder without even thinking about it.
as if taking care of you had become second nature to him and pampering you was something he genuinely enjoyed.
and now you're confused all over again.
· · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · ·
one night, the two of you were sitting on your bedroom floor together, building one of those flower bouquet lego sets you bought because you wanted something cute to decorate your room with.
the box had been sitting unopened in the corner for weeks until ryul noticed it and immediately insisted on helping you build it.
except his version of “helping” mostly consisted of stealing pieces from your pile, purposely handing you the wrong colors, and acting unbelievably proud whenever he managed to attach two parts correctly.
and somehow, despite all the complaining and bickering, neither of you were really focused on the lego bouquet anymore.
ryul was sitting way too close as usual, one arm resting behind you while your legs brushed every few seconds whenever one of you moved.
"ryul...what are we doing?"
the words suddenly came out of you, quieter that you intended. but ryul heard them immediately.
he turned his head toward you, eyebrows pulling together slightly. "what?"
you let out a small laugh, but there wasn’t really any humor in it.
"this," you said quietly, gesturing between the two of you. "whatever this is."
he stayed silent.
you looked down at your hands. "you hold my hand, you sit way too close to me all the time, you keep touching me and kissing my cheek and—and you look at me like..." your voice faltered slightly. "like i actually mean something to you."
his expression shifted immediately.
but now that you started talking, you couldn’t stop.
"and i don’t know if i’m insane for thinking there’s something here or if you’re just naturally like this with everyone."
the silence afterward felt horrible, thick and heavy.
you immediately regretted saying anything at all.
"...forget it," you muttered quickly, standing up. "i shouldn’t have said anything."
but before you could walk away, ryul grabbed your wrist again.
"y/n."
you didn’t look at him.
you just couldn’t, because suddenly you felt embarrassed. way too exposed. like you just handed him every feeling you’d been trying to hide for weeks.
"...look at me."
you shook your head immediately. "no."
"please..."
that got you.
slowly, you looked back at him.
and ryul looked overwhelmed.
like he didn’t know where to start.
"you really think i act like this with everyone?" he asked quietly.
you didn’t answer.
because honestly? you didn’t know anymore.
he stood up then, stepping closer until his hands rested lightly on your arms.
"i don’t," he said softly. "i swear i don’t."
"then why didn’t you say anything?"
he let out a quiet laugh, but it sounded nervous this time.
completely unlike him.
"because i didn’t want to ruin this."
"...ryul."
"i mean it," he interrupted quickly. "i like you so much it’s actually embarrassing."
you stared at him.
and something in him finally broke a little.
his forehead dropped against your shoulder as he let out a quiet groan.
"god, you make me insane."
you couldn’t help but laugh softly at that, your hands slowly moving to hold onto him.
"so, what are we now?"
ryul looked at you for a second longer after you said that.
"i guess we’ll figure it out."
his hand was still resting against your waist, thumb moving slowly against the fabric of your hoodie while he stared at you like he was trying to memorize the look on your face right now.
"together," he finished quietly.
and then he leaned in to kiss your lips.
your fingers instinctively curled into the front of his hoodie as he kissed you gently, one of his hands sliding up to your cheek while the other stayed securely around your waist, pulling you just a little closer.
you think your heart might’ve melted a little.
when he finally pulled away, his forehead rested lightly against yours, both of you still a little breathless.
his lips twitched into the smallest smile.
"together," he whispered again.
"...you’re making me emotional," you mumbled quietly.
and suddenly, there it was.
that stupid mischievous grin.
you blinked. "...what?"
before you could even process the switch in expression, ryul’s hands moved to your sides, and he started tickling you.
your jaw dropped immediately.
"RYUL—"
you jerked away instantly, but he only laughed and followed after you, fingers digging lightly into your sides while you practically folded in on yourself.
"oh my god, stop—STOP—"
your words kept breaking apart between laughter while he looked way too entertained by this entire situation.
"what?" he said innocently. "you said i was making you emotional. had to fix that."
"you’re literally evil—"
you gasped sharply when he tickled your waist again, immediately trying to shove him away while laughing so hard your stomach hurt.
"ryul, i swear to god—"
"swear to god what?" he laughed, dodging your weak attempts at fighting back. "you can’t even threaten me properly right now."
"i hate you!"
"liar."
you shrieked when he suddenly grabbed your wrist before you could escape off the bed, pulling you right back against him.
the movement made both of you collapse sideways onto the mattress, tangled together in blankets and limbs while your laughter slowly dissolved into breathless giggles.
"stop moving," he complained through his own laughter as you tried pushing at his shoulder.
"you started it!"
"yeah, and i’d do it again."
"you’re the worst."
ryul grinned immediately. completely shameless.
"and you love me anyway."
your face warmed instantly.
"...you’re so annoying."
"that wasn’t a denial."
you groaned and hid your face against his shoulder immediately, which only made him laugh softer this time.
his arms wrapped around you easily after that, pulling you closer until you were practically curled against his chest while both of you tried catching your breath.
the way ryul kept brushing his fingers against your side absentmindedly while smiling into your hair like he couldn’t help it.
genre : fluff, romance, friends to lovers, ryul × reader
summary : oh why'd you have to be so cute? it's impossible to ignore you. why must you make me laugh so much? it's bad enough we get along so well. just say goodnight n' go
inspired by : ariana grande's song goodnight n go !
warning(s) : none :D
· · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · ·
the problem with ryul is that he made everything feel like flirting.
maybe it was the way he leaned too close when he looked at your phone, his shoulders pressed against yours like it belonged there, how he'd grin after saying something ridiculously stupid just to hear you laugh, and how he somehow always found excuses to touch you like flicking your forehead, fixing your hair, tugging your sleeve when you walked too far ahead.
it's getting exhausting (for your heart) and unfair. because every time he does those kinds of things, you get flustered, but kim ryul acts like this towards everyone, doesn't he?
"why are you staring at me like that?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
a lop-sided grin spreading across his face. he didn't look away. he just leaned back against his chair, scanning your eyes with an annoyingly amount of mischief.
"is it working?" he asked.
"is what working?"
"the staring." he stood up and stepped closer to your direction.
your breath hitched slightly as he stopped right in front of you, too close, as usual.
"you look nervous," he murmured.
"i'm not."
"you are."
"no, i'm not." LIES, you are nervous.
he hummed, tilting his head a little like he was studying you.
"your ears are red."
"...shut up."
he laughed softly, satisfied, like he just proved a point.
and there it was again.
that stupid feeling in your chest.
· · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · ·
you were both sitting on your bed now, backs pressed against the wall, legs stretched out in front of you, a random movie playing in the background that neither of you were actually paying attention to. it had been on for what, like an hour? maybe more? and somehow, you still had no idea what it was about because the two of you kept getting distracted, talking over it, pausing it, then forgetting to press play again.
and at some point, the conversation had completely derailed into nonsense.
like actual nonsense.
something about whether cereal counts as soup. (it doesn’t.)
"you’re wrong," ryul said, nudging your shoulder.
"i’m literally right. i'm always right."
"nope. liquid base. solid contents. that’s soup."
"then by your logic, boba is soup."
he turned his head so fast it almost made you laugh.
"...don’t start."
"i’m just applying your logic."
"you’re twisting it."
"no, you just hate being wrong."
he scoffed, but there was already a smile creeping onto his face, like he knew exactly where this was going and didn’t mind it one bit.
and you noticed it again.
how easy this was.
like talking to him didn’t require effort, like laughing with him came naturally, like the space between you always somehow disappeared without either of you noticing.
and maybe that’s why it felt dangerous, because it didn’t feel like something you could control.
"what?" you muttered.
"...nothing."
he didn’t look away.
you swallowed.
"ryul."
"hm?"
"it’s late."
"so?"
"so… go home."
he blinked once.
then leaned his head back against the wall, sighing dramatically.
"wow."
"what?"
"you’re kicking me out now?"
"i’m not kicking you out, i’m telling you to go home like a normal person."
"i am a normal person."
"no, normal people don’t stay until 2 a.m. just to argue about cereal."
"...it’s important."
you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t miss the smirk that’s still on his lips.
or how he didn’t move. at all.
"ryul."
"yeah?"
"...just say goodnight and go."
he turned his head slightly, looking at you again.
"what if i don’t want to?"
your heart did something stupid. like completely forgetting how to function.
"then that’s your problem," you said, a little too quickly.
he smiled faintly.
"you’re mean."
"you’re annoying."
"and yet you let me stay."
"...barely..."
he let out a soft chuckle, then shifted closer. his shoulder pressing against yours again.
"you know," he started, voice quieter now, "you could just say you like having me here."
you froze.
"...i don’t."
"liar."
"shut up."
he laughed under his breath.
and then, he stood up.
finally.
you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
"see? was that so hard?" you muttered.
he stretched his arms above his head, then grabbed his jacket.
"yeah, yeah."
you walked him to the door, trying to ignore the weird feeling creeping up in your chest. like something was about to happen.
he opened the door, but didn’t step out. instead, he turned back to you.
"goodnight," he said.
"goodnight."
he didn’t move.
you frowned slightly. "ryul—"
"hey."
"...what?"
he hesitated. just for a second. which was rare.
then—
you stepped forward.
and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
your heart immediately started racing like you just did something illegal.
"...there," you muttered, avoiding his eyes. "goodnight."
silence.
you dared to look up.
ryul hadn’t moved.
completely frozen, hand still on the doorknob, eyes wide in a way you’ve never seen before.
"...you just—"
"don’t make it a big deal," you cut him off quickly, already embarrassed.
he blinked. once. twice.
then a slow grin started forming on his face.
"wow."
"shut up."
"you kissed me."
"it was on the cheek."
"still counts."
you groaned, trying to push him out the door. "just go home."
but he didn’t budge.
instead, he leaned down slightly.
and before you could react, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. mirroring you.
"...now it’s even," he murmured.
your brain short-circuited.
"ryul—"
"goodnight," he said again, this time softer, a little smile still on his lips.
and then, he finally left.
leaving you standing there, frozen in place. your cheek still warm. heart beating way too fast.
because now, everything definitely changed. and honestly? you’re not sure if you want it to go back to how it was before.
(but also… you’re kinda screwed.)
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i’m backkkkk!! thank you guys so much for all the love on my jeno drabble that i posted exactly a month ago 🥹 i seriously didn’t expect it to get that many likes, it made me so happy hehe.
i’ve been so obsessed with lngshot latelyyyy, especially ryul & ohyul, so i decided to write a little something!
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you are on your last day of exams before christmas break, and you’ve been so caught up with studying and finishing all your assignments just so they wouldn’t burden you later—clearly neglecting your boyfriend, jeno.
which you didn’t even realize.
you guys haven’t talked for two days straight, and since he wasn’t texting or talking to you first, you assumed he also wanted to focus on studying for exams.
but you were wrong.
finally, the last exam of the semester is done! you’ve given your all, and honestly—you don’t give a shit anymore whether you get good grades or not. you’re already too stressed to even care about your school’s bullshit.
you’re definitely ready to enjoy some healing and relaxation time.
just the thought sleep makes your mood better.
well, you and your friends have been planning this villa trip together. and the ones coming are minjeong, ningning, aeri, jimin, hyuck, renjun, jaemin, jeno, and you.
the crew is set, and you guys are ready to go.
you guys decided to rent a van, leaving at noon so you'd arrive at the villa in the evening.
you sat next to jeno the whole ride, but he was very quiet, not talking to you at all. he had his airpods on and was reading a novel he borrowed from you a week ago, so you left him alone, happy enough that he was actually reading something you recommended to him.
you’re honestly so terrible at reading jeno’s mood, especially when he's angry/sulking, cause he’s not the type to show those kinds of emotions blatantly. so you don't actually know if something is bothering him.
you ended up sleeping the entire car ride, not realizing your head was resting on jeno’s shoulder the whole time. he stayed completely still, letting you rest on him because he knew how tired you were.
once you arrived, jeno gently woke you up.
“y/n, we’ve arrived. the others already went in,” he said, softly caressing your cheek.
“hmm? we’re here?” you mumbled, voice raspy, still half asleep.
“mhm.”
seeing how cute you looked, jeno couldn’t help but press a small kiss to your cheek.
“m’kay…”
you both got out of the car and brought your bags inside. everyone had already picked their rooms—the girls shared one, and the guys shared another.
after unpacking, jaemin, renjun, and hyuck were busy playing games.
you thought jeno was with them too, but he was nowhere to be found.
“hyuck, have you seen jeno?” you asked.
“JAEM—THERE’S SOMEONE ON MY LEFT! DEFEND ME, FOR GOD’S SAKE—what?” hyuck yelled before turning to you.
“have any of you seen jeno? he’s nowhere to be found.”
“haven’t seen him since we unpacked,” jaemin said, shrugging.
“same,” hyuck added.
“i think he went outside to swim? i saw him wearing his swimming trunks,” renjun said.
i know it's very cruel of me to post this a couple of day's after mark's departure from sm and all nct units, but this jeno drabble has been sitting in my draft for so longgggg, so i decided to post it.
wishing mark nothing but the best moving forward. i truly hope this decision brings him happiness and comes from a place that feels right for him. <3
thank you guys for reading this, and I hope you all enjoyed it !
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