#4shoboiz

"she's my girlfriend," ryul repeated, looking mildly offended that even he had to explain himself.

the slight furrow between his brows made it obvious that having an album of his girlfriend's pictures is simply reasonable.

"that's not helping," woojin immediately replied.

"hyung, normal people don't have that many pictures."

"i'm literally normal," ryul casually replied.

"hyung... you have screenshots." woojin stated.

"literally screenshots of y/n noona's instagram post before you even knew her. that's creepy."

after that, ryul had stopped participating in the conversation entirely.

which was how he ended up sitting alone, phone in hand, on one end of the couch several hours later with a very obvious frown on his face.

the moment you stepped into the room, you noticed immediately.

honestly, it would've been difficult not to.

ryul wasn't even trying to hide it.

he was sitting there with his jaw resting against his fist, staring blankly at his phone while everyone else talked around him. every now and then he'd sigh dramatically for absolutely no reason before shifting positions and looking mildly offended by life itself.

you already knew what happened, because louis had texted you.

im louis 🐘

noona

i think your boyfriend is mad

he's making a frowny face

please come and get him quickly

you 🩰

what did ya'll do to him 😭

im louis 🐘

noona

he has an album full of ur pictures

u wanna know how many of them?

there are 703 pictures

in total

isn't that quite excessive?

you 🩰

HAHAH, istg he's so cute

just leave him be

i'll be there in a minute

bye lou 👋🏻

im louis 🐘

ok ok

take care noona!

you almost laughed, then you walked over. and ryul noticed instantly.

of course he did.

his eyes followed you from the moment you entered the room, though he quickly looked away the second you glanced in his direction.

without saying a word, you sat beside him. close, not touching. but close enough that your shoulders almost brushed.

ryul immediately shifted. away from you.

"...did you just move away from me?"

"no."

he absolutely had. you bit back a smile.

"ryul, are you sulking?"

"no."

he answered far too quickly.

"right."

silence. a few seconds passed, then another.

eventually, you leaned over slightly and rested your head against his shoulder.

immediately—you felt him freeze.

for a moment, he didn't move at all. didn't say anything. didn't even look at you.

then, very slowly, his shoulders relaxed beneath your weight.

and after another second, he tilted his head just enough for it to rest lightly against yours.

we're making some progress.

"you know," you said softly, "i think it's cute."

ryul narrowed his eyes.

"what is?"

"the photo album."

"...they told you?"

"louis sent me some screenshots."

his expression immediately became horrified. which finally made you laugh.

"baby, that's private."

"seven hundred pictures, huh?"

"it's not even that much."

you burst out laughing.

and just like that, the pout deepened.

"stop."

before he could complain again, you reached over and gently grabbed his face with both hands. completely trapping him.

ryul blinked. once. twice. all thoughts immediately gone.

"ryul."

you smiled.

"what?"

"you're cute."

ryul stayed silent. for a second, he just stared at you. like his brain had completely short-circuited.

then the corners of his mouth slightly twitched like he was trying very hard not to smile, while whatever remained of his bad mood visibly struggled to survive.

it was such a small reaction that most people probably wouldn't have noticed it. but you did.

because unfortunately, you knew exactly what calling ryul cute did to him.

"don't do that."

"do what?"

"that thing."

"what thing?"

"where you say something nice and suddenly i'm not allowed to be mad anymore."

you laughed again.

because honestly? that was exactly what happened.

the second your thumbs brushed across his cheeks, whatever was left of his bad mood immediately started crumbling. you could practically watch it happen. the tension in his shoulders disappeared. the tiny pout he'd been holding onto for the last three hours weakened considerably.

and when you leaned forward to press a quick kiss on his cheek, it practically vanished altogether.

all because you were looking at him like that.

"i'm serious." your voice softened slightly.

"i think it's sweet."

ryul stared at you. like really stared.

then he groaned.

a long. suffering. dramatic groan.

before suddenly leaning forward and burying his face directly into your shoulder.

you laughed so hard you nearly fell over.

"ryul."

"leave me alone."

his arms wrapped around your waist anyway. pulling you closer until there wasn't even a sliver of space left between you.

unable to resist, you tilted his chin up again.

"one more?"

ryul eyed you suspiciously.

"...what."

instead of answering, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. soft and sweet.

when you pulled back, his expression had completely short-circuited.

"..."

"see?" you grinned.

"all better!"

ryul immediately buried his face back into your shoulder.

"i hate you."

"no, you don't."

"yeah. i really don't." his voice came out muffled.

"you're literally hugging me."

"i'm suffering."

"mhm."

"terribly."

"obviously."

by now, he was practically folded into your side, cheek pressed against your shoulder while his arms stayed securely around your waist. every trace of the earlier pout had disappeared. every now and then, he'd nuzzle a little closer, as if making sure you weren't going anywhere. honestly, if anyone looked over right now, they'd immediately know he'd lost the battle.

which, to be fair—he never really stood a chance.

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HIIIII, MY LOVELY BABYGALS!! 💕 i am so sorry for ghosting y'all like thattt 😔

my final exams and assignments have been absolutely beating my ass lately, so i genuinely haven't had much time to sit down and write more ryul fluff for you guys 😭💔

since so many of you have been asking for more ryul fluff, here's my little redemption hehe 🤭💕

i really hope you all enjoy it, my lovessss <33

alsooo, i tried out a new header style this time HAHAH. and i think i actually like this one a lot better 👀✨

as always, thank you so much for reading and supporting my stories. it genuinely means the world to mee 🥹💗

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,

“NEVER MIND, I FOUND ITTT,”

“that’s it, i’m moving out,”

>>> PART 2 SOON!!! (smut) <<<

mlist ツ

louis.

His bed was as comfortable as you imagined. His wardorbe was as cool as you'd expected. Louis had offered you to stay over at the dorms and wait for him to come back after dance practice. Obviously, you immediately took him up on the offer and now you were standing in front of your boyfriends closet, thinking of what shirt to steal. Your eyes searched through the various colors of the tops he owned until a pink bape shirt caught your attention. This had to be it. With a sheepish smile you fished it out of the clothing-chaos living inside of his closet and changed.

Footsteps and voices were heard from outside after an hour or so and you straightened up, recognizing the voice of your favorite, sweet boy. "We're back!" he called out as soon as the four of them stepped inside.

Louis, as jolly as ever whenever he was about to see his girlfriend, opened the door to his room. "Hey, y/n, did you- oh." You met his eyes across the room and tilted your head just a fraction, watching as a smug, adorable smile spread on his face. "Is that mine?" Louis asked and closed the door behind him, slowly walking up to you.

The sheepish smile on your lips reappeared. "Maybe," you said. His tall form approached you and he pulled you in for a hug, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "I missed you," he murmured and you wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest.

A soft laugh escaped you, a sound Louis could replay all day, every day. "You saw me two hours ago."

He groaned playfully before leaning back enough to look at you. "That's exactly the problem. Worst two hours of my life." And then, because apparently he took not seeing you for two hours as the biggest disrespect thrown at him from life, Louis peppered your face with sweet kisses. Over your cheeks, on your nose, one on your forehead before pressing a peck directly to your lips.

"You look good in my clothes, by the way," he then mumbled, eyes almost sparkling as he properly took in your appearance. "Only 'good'?" you asked back, hand reaching up to your chest in feigned offence. He laughed and shook his head. "Pardon, mon amour. You look pretty," he started. "Wait, no, scratch that. You look magnifique." A slight blush spread on your cheeks. "Yeah, I can work with that.." He chuckled and nestled his face in the crook of your neck.

"I know, my sweet angel."

woojin.

You were sprawled out on the couch in the living room of lngshot's dorm. Woojin was home alone so he deicided to invite you over and you gladly accepted his invitation.

"Babe, have you seen my favorite shirt?" he suddenly called out from his room. "The one with the stripes?" You looked down your body, right at the shirt he described. That was the shirt you took home last time? "Uhh, I don't know!" you called back, because now you got two options: either you'd quickly change into something else or you get caught. This wasn't just any shirt. Ohyul called it his 'emotionial support shirt' he liked to wear everywhere. Not even the boys were allowed to borrow it.

"I can't find it, I've looked every-" You froze as Woojin came out his room, slowly turning your head, just to find him staring at you with his head tilted to the side.

"I may or may not have stolen it," you whispered. "Don't kill me! I swear, I didn't-" you jumped to your feet before holding your hands up in surrender. "I didn't do anything with it."

Woojin stared at you in silence before huffing out a laugh. "Woah, calm down, princess" he chuckled and walked over to you. His hands found their way to your waist and he pulled you closer. "I'd say give it back but honestly, you look fantastic in my clothes," he said. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips.

"I do?"

"Absolutely. Dare I say, it looks even better on you than on me."

"Oh, please, now you're just flattering me."

Though Woojin took every chance he got to compliment you (because in his opinion, leaving you even a day without calling you beautiful at least once was the equivalent of him being the worst boyfriend ever), you still felt shy, not knowing how to properly deal with his words, except for blushing profusely.

He dipped his head down to press a tender, lingering kiss to your temple. "I'm just telling the truth. My girlfriend is fucking gorgeous and I'd like her to know that."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips brushed against each other with soft movements, making your heart do sumersaults, and his grip on your waist tightened just a little bit.

"Thank you, baby," you whisper against his mouth.

"Of course, my love."

ryul.

Apparently, Ryul couldn't stay apart from you. Not even for a day. You were sitting on a chair in the studio, listening to your favorite music. It was late, barely anyone was left at the company and you had the room all to yourself.

ry <3: where r you? I miss you so much

Your phone buzzed and you unlocked it, the notification of your boyfriend's message putting a smile on your face instantly. You typed back, biting your lip to keep you from grinning like an idiot.

me: at the studio. you coming?

It didn't even take him three seconds to reply.

ry <3: i'll be there in 5

And, soon enough, Ryul showed up. Your heart was thumping in your chest, though you've been meeting him constantly. Guess your heart would never get used to how stupidly handsome the guy was. "Hi baby, how are you?" he greeted, leaning in to press a peck to your lips. Then he paused and looked down at you. "Is that mine?" You followed his gaze to the shirt you were wearing and nodded, a smirk playing on your lips. "What if it is?"

Ryul raised a brow and pulled you off the chair, before grabbing your waist and placing you on the table. He gently spread your legs and stood between them, hands finding their way to your hips. He squeezed a little, eyes taking in your appearance. "Looks good on you," he murmured. "Everything looks good on you."

"You think so?" you whisper back, heart thumping in your chest. "Mhm...," he hummed and leaned in, brushing his lips over your pulse point, his breath warm on your skin. You instinctively lean your head to the side to give him the access he needed and draped one arm lazily over his shoulder. Ryul pressed a tender kiss to your throat, lovingly as always. "But I feel like you'd look even better without it."

The tone in his voice was unmistakable and it sent heat straight to your gut.

"I think so too. Wanna find out?"

"Bet."

ohyul.

The soft tap tap tap of the rain against your window was the only sound in your apartment as you woke up in your bed, taking in your surroundings. Next to you (hah get it?) lay your boyfriend Ohyul, still stuck in the lands of his dreams.

Your cheeks felt warm when you realized that you wore nothing except your underwear and images from last night made their way into your mind: Ohyul's body over yours, hot and firm. His kisses covering almost every inch of your body, devouring you like you were his last meal.

Without making any loud noises, you got out of bed and grabbed the next shirt your hands could make out. Once in the kitchen, you turned on your favorite songs and silently hummed along, preparing breakfast for the two of you.

After a while Ohyul got up as well, standing in the doorway and watched as you moved through the kitchen. It felt strangely domestic already and the sight of you in his shirt did nothing to calm his thumping heart. You were beautiful. In every aspect possible. To him, you were the light he found during a time he needed it most and now he felt lucky to call you his.

"You should wear my clothes more often, darling," Ohyul said softly, announcing his presence. You snapped your head around and saw him walking over to you, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats that sat low on his hips. "Suits you. Reminds me that you're mine."

His arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he looked over your shoulder to see what you were cooking. "What're you making?"

"You can't just say things like that and then switch the topic," you murmured, blushing slightly, and Ohyul chuckled sweetly.

"Say things like what, hm? That you're mine? That you look perfect in my shirt? That you're the most beautiful girl on this planet?" He kissed your neck and a shiver ran down your spine.

"Oh, please..."

the dorm was quiet when he unlocked the door, he immediately pulled you inside before you could complain again, snorting as you basically tripped over your uggs trying to be quiet.

“shh,” he whispered and pressed a finger against your lips.

you blankly stared at him. “you’re louder than me!”

“no, i’m not.”

“you just slammed the door shut?”

“it was gentle.”

you huffed under your breath while he carelessly kicked his shoes off. the only light source was from some dim lamp in the kitchen and light gaming sounds came from one of the boy’s rooms. you instinctively grabbed the back of his hoodie.

“ohyul,” you worriedly whispered. “someone’s awake.”

he looked down at your fingers holding him and then back up to your flushed face and smiled. he tugged you in by your waist. “they won’t care.”

“well, you’re the one that actually lives here,” you said, “not me.”

“you’re here like every night anyway.”

“oh my god.”

you buried your face into his chest while he quietly laughed at you.

“if louis sees me i’ll be mortified,” you mumbled.

“c’mon.” ohyul scoffed like it was a sensitive topic while still bringing you toward his room. “louis is in love with you.”

you bit down on your bottom lip to hide your smile. ohyul was so convinced louis had mischievous plans of stealing you from him. “let’s not start this again.”

“he literally follows you around.”

“he’s just sweet!”

“sweet my ass,” ohyul said seriously, opening his bedroom door. “he’s like fifteen so it doesn’t matter.”

“hmm, you sound jealous.”

“i am jealous.”

he caught you off guard for a second . . . yeah, both of you spent like every day together and snuck around to get even more time, but neither of you had ever thought of it seriously.

ohyul noticed your face and shook his head. “don’t look at me like that.”

you laughed lightly as he shut the bedroom door behind you. his room was messy — clothes and different pairs of shoes all over the floor, headphones all tangled next to his macbook, bed very messy and unmade.

you dropped onto the edge of the mattress while he fixed the way his glasses sat on his face.

“have you like ever cleaned your room?” you scoffed. “this is crazy.”

“and you’re still sitting on my bed.”

“sadly . . .”

“oh, you love me.”

you were just about to answer him with some sort of retort, but he stepped between your knees before you could even open your mouth.

his hands softly rubbed your thighs, fingers brushing the skin under the big hoodie you stole from him like a month ago.

“sneaking in wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“. . . no.” you batted your eyelashes at him while he towered over you. “jay’s gonna ban me from the building one day. the staff definitely know and—”

ohyul cut you off the way he always did. he leaned down and crashed his mouth against yours, tongue entering it before you could even blink. you made a sound out of shock that only made him smile more into the kiss.

“you always do that,” you whispered when he pulled back enough so that your lips were still brushing.

“mhm.”

“that’s so manipulative!”

“i just needed to kiss you.”

his glasses bumped into your cheek when he kissed you again. one of his hands sliding into your messy hair, the other pulling you in by your waist. there was the sound of movement from somewhere in the dorm that made your stomach twist.

“ohyul,” you breathily whispered against his lips, “someone’s gonna hear.”

“so be quiet, baby.”

“god, you’re the worst.”

“you don’t mean that.”

you rolled your eyes as he kissed the corner of your mouth lovingly. that was another one of the many problems with kwon ohyul.

kwon ohyul ☆

kim ryul ☆

jung woojin ☆

louis jourdain lim ☆

⋆

That time when he lost you in the crowd.

It was supposed to be a cute date. You wanted to go to the night market because you saw some cute bracelets on the internet, and apparently they sold them at the night market.

But you, being you, got distracted by an ice cream stall.

Louis was holding your hand tightly, protecting you from the crowds as the two of you walked through it. Unfortunately, due to how packed that place was, he accidentally let go of your hand, and when he searched for it again, he couldn't find it.

Panic crept up through his body, his eyes scanning every person he could see, yet you were nowhere to be seen in the sea of people.

On the other hand, you were waiting on the side of the ice cream stall, waiting for your matcha-flavoured sweets. It took you several minutes to realize that your boyfriend was not following behind you.

A little bit of panic surged through your body, but then the worker called for you, handing you the delicious-looking ice cream. And with that, the panic was completely drowned out.

Louis kept searching, frantically bumping into some people. That's when he saw you —peacefully eating ice cream at the corner.

He quickly ran to you, then abruptly stopped right in front of you.

The panic in his face was still visible, and his hands found their way up to each side of your jaw.

That was when he let out a relieved sigh.

"I thought I lost you."

He was tearing up as he said those words, and you felt super bad.

"I-I saw ice cream... so I–"

"It's okay, mon Cœur (my heart). I'm just glad you're okay." He said, engulfing you in a warm hug.

Louis knew very well that you can easily get distracted —that's the reason why he always tries to hold on to you in this kind of place.

⋆

Or that one time when you were making dinner.

"Whachu makin', Ma Sardine?" He placed both of his hands on top of your shoulder as he took a peek at the food you were making.

You turned around, confused and belittled. Did he just call you his sardine?

"Ma Sardine? What?" Your brows furrowed.

Louis looked at you cheekily, giggling at the pet name he just gave you. It might've been his favorite amongst all of the French pet names out there.

"What? It's cute." He shrugged.

"You just called me your sardine. That's not cute?" You made a stank face jokingly.

"Okay, what about Ma Crevette?" He chuckled as he rubbed his neck.

"What does it mean?" You asked, crossing your arms on your chest.

"My Shrimp." He mumbled.

His voice was small, but enough for you to hear. And once you heard it, a spatula flew towards him.

⋆

He has been calling you other names, such as Mon chat (my cat), Mon lapin (my rabbit), Mon trésor (my treasure), Mon ange (my angel), etc.

But only one wins your heart.

"You look so beautiful, Mon amour (my love)."

Louis was standing in front of you in a black suit, making him look more charming than ever. He eyed you up and down, examining your red silk dress that hugged every curve of your body, making you look ethereal under the fluorescent moonlight.

You two were attending the wedding of one of your friends. The ballroom got too crowded for you, so Louis took you to the deck.

"Thank you. Mon Beau (my handsome)," you complimented back.

He smiled at the nickname you just gave him. A warm and fuzzy feeling inside his heart made him step closer to you, inching his face closer before planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"Je t'aime pour toujours." He whispered.

That sentence will forever be engraved in your mind and heart. You won't need any translation for those words —you knew the meaning of it by heart.

I'll Love You forever.

ᢉ𐭩

Louis invited you over. It was your first time he had asked you to come over due to schedules and overall privacy, but you were on the edge about it. He usually came to you, and the idea of going to his shared dorm wasn’t thrilling. But since you had already met the members a couple times, Louis wouldn’t take no for an answer. You were snuggled on his chest. His chin rested on top of your head as he used his phone, his other deep in your hair. 

It was that period of the hangout where you sit in silence and use your phones. A notification dinged from your device.

OHYUL JUST WENT LIVE

Louis peered over. “When did you join our weverse?” He laughed. You pressed the notif, entering the livestream recorded quite literally in a room over. “I joined it to stalk you, but you barely post. What’s up with that anyway?” You replied. “I need to stay mysterious, stalker.” Louis said, a grin on his cheeky face. You rolled your eyes, shifting focus back to the livestream. 

“Where is Louis?” Ohyul read off the comments. “You guys want big Lou?” Ryul said.

“Look, they’re talking about you.” You said. Louis began to watch with you. “Well I told them to not come in my room, so they better not.” Louis sighed.

 “I think he’s sleeping.” Ryul said, his eyes squinting as he read the comments. 

A couple moments later, you heard Ohyul’s voice gradually become louder and louder. “Holy shit.” Your eyes widened. You hid under the blanket. “Chill. I just said I told them-”

Ohyul and Ryul burst in, the door wide open as the camera panned to Louis. “Big Louuuu!” Ohyul dragged out his words, his voice boastful. Louis didn’t say anything at first. Panic settled in quickly. On the other hand you had already hid yourself under the blanket, but it was still obvious someone was in there. Ryul caught on quickly, grabbing the phone from Ohyul and leaving the room. Comments flood in.

Whos that under his blanket

Is it just me or is someone in that room with him?

what tf was that

“Are you guys actually serious?” Louis began to freak out. 

“You didn’t tell me Y/n was over!” 

“Well I told you to not come into my room!” Louis yelled. You popped out from under the blanket. Ryul was still live in the kitchen doing pr control. Woojin came in next, his head shaking as he crossed his arms. “You're a bad boy.” 

“Bro shut up.” Louis chucked a pillow at him. “Wait, I have an idea.” Ohyul blurted. You raised a brow. What could he possibly be thinking to cover.. this up? “Y/n hid under the blanket. It’s not like they saw her.” Ohyul began. “So? They know someone was there.” Woojin cut in. “Obviously. But they don’t know who.” Ohyul began to smile as he looked at Woojin. Louis was a bit lost. You quickly understood what he meant. “So you want Woojin to pretend he was sleeping with Louis.” You covered your mouth, in an attempt to hide your expression. Ohyul nodded. “Hell no.” Woojin shot down the idea immediately. Louis didn’t say anything, his expression unreadable. 

“Woojin if Louis gets canceled, lngshot gets cancelled. If lngshot gets cancelled you guys flop. Do you want to flop?” You said. Woojin gave you a look. But he was considering it. Ohyul grabbed his shoulder. “Bro it’s not a bad idea.” 

“..I swear you guys better not get caught again.” He grumbled as he walked towards the bed. Louis sighed. “Okay, Y/n. Just go to the bathroom real quick.” Ohyul told you as he stuck his head out to make sure the camera wasn’t pointed towards you. 

You abided, quickly shuffling to the bathroom, the live still running on your phone. You watched as Ohyul sauntered towards Ryul, grabbing his phone back.

 “Ah, you guys want to know who was in Louis’ bed? It’s fairly simple actually.” 

Ryul looked confused as he followed Ohyul back to Louis’ room, following along anyway. He pulled the blanket off, revealing a very ‘groggy’ Woojin. He mumbled something incoherent before pulling the blanket back on. 

“See? Just Woojin.” 

Ohyul returned to his room, continuing the live with Ryul. You took that as your sign to go back. Woojin was still laid next to Louis. “Get off my spot.” You stood next to the bed. “Nope. This is my spot now.” He ignored you, continuing to scroll on his phone. “Bro get off.” Louis pushed him. “No.” 

You narrowed your eyes on Woojin. “Louis lets us go to his room, more space for us.” You grabbed his hand. “Okay, wait.” Woojin grinned as he got off, leaving the room. You took your spot back, returning to your original position Louis’ chest. “I can’t believe that just happened.” Louis deeply exhaled. “Yeah there's no way anyone is buying that. Y'all gave it your best shot though.”

Louis groaned. Suddenly, his phone began to ring.

A call from his manager.

I SWEAR I’m writing an ohyul fic 😰

peak idea anon this lowk reminds me of the first one I wrote for him

but how do I have more Louis fics than my bias 🤔