#boy bands

• Ryul type of bf

Ryul from Lngshot as ur bf

Group: Lngshot

Warnings: jealousy, weirdo (he’s ryul cmon)

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normal

— the type to just throw himself on top of you on the couch with zero warning and zero apology and then just lay there like a large immovable object

— completely serious face 24/7 but randomly starts making the weirdest noise you've ever heard a human make and when you look at him he's already looking at the ceiling like nothing happened trying to hold his laugh

— will watch you do something completely mundane with that intense stare of his and you're like "what" and he's like "nothing keep going"

— texts dry as a desert but in person he's right there next to you, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, somehow always touching some part of you without acknowledging it,

— the most nonchalant boyfriend alive but if you look closely he has memorized everything about your routine and notices immediately when something is off

clingy

— he is sooooo clingy with the right person

— physically launches himself at you after not seeing you for more than two days, completely straight face the whole time, like this is a normal greeting

— he would 100% put his head in your chest while hugging you

— will drape himself over your back while you're standing and just stay there, chin on your shoulder, saying nothing, breathing

— during schedules sends you the most unhinged voice notes at 2am, weird dinousaur sounds, random words, one time just him tapping the microphone repeatedly for fifteen seconds

— follows you from room to room without realizing he's doing it and if you point it out he looks genuinely confused like he wasn't aware his body was making those decisions

— needs to have some part of him touching you at all times when you're together, leg, arm, lips, anything, and acts completely unbothered about it

soft

— throws himself on top of you and then gets weirdly still and quiet and you realize he just needed to be close and didn't know how else to ask

— remembers something small you said weeks ago and brings it up at the most random moment and it catches you so off guard you don't know what to do with it

— the weird sounds get softer when he's sleepy and comfortable and at some point you start finding them genuinely comforting

— not the type to say it out loud first but has been showing it in every single thing he does for so long that when he finally says it, it doesn't feel new at all, it just feels like confirmation

— he is THE ryul, but he would be cute just for you

funny

— starts randomly convulsing or making a sound that belongs in a nature documentary and then looks at you completely straight faced like you're the weird one for reacting

— does a bit with the most serious expression alive and keeps it going for so long that you start questioning reality

— will body slam onto the bed next to you at full force and then just lay there like a fallen tree, unbothered, staring at the ceiling

— the humor is so dry and so random and so specific that it takes three seconds to land and by then he's already moved on

— somehow the least expressive member but also the one who makes you laugh the hardest and he acts like he has no idea how that keeps happening

— he acts like he is going to give you food but puts it in his mouth laughing at your face

angry

— goes so still and so quiet that it feels like the temperature in the room dropped

— looks at you with that stare but cold this time, not curious, just flat, and it's genuinely scary because you're so used to it being warm

— responds in full grammatically correct sentences with zero slang and that's how you know it's serious

— doesn't yell, doesn't storm off, just sits there being completely calm and somehow that's the most intense version of him you've ever encountered

— when it's done it's done, he closes it like a file and never opens it again, which is both a relief and slightly unnerving

jealous

— the type to say completely unhinged things with a straight face like "why does he text you" about someone you've known for six years and genuinely wait for a valid answer

— made it very clear from the start that guy best friends are not something he understands or plans to understand, not in a controlling way, just in a this-is-how-my-brain-works way, take it or leave it

— will see a notification pop up on your phone from a guy and say absolutely nothing but the energy in the room shifts immediately and you feel it before you even look at him

— the "i'm not mad" but his jaw is doing that thing and he's sitting very straight and very still and suddenly taking up a lot of space

— not loud about it, not dramatic about it, just becomes a physical presence that gets heavier and closer and more immovable the more uncomfortable he gets

Wanings: Demon pacts I suppose? Not explicitly explained. Word Count: 1.3k Pairings: Saga Boys x Reader

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You should’ve never made a pact with a demon. Multiple demons, apparently.

Regardless of your religious beliefs, you knew that personally contacting the reins of Hell was a stupid, crazy idea. But then again, you were only human.

And humans needed to eat.

Didn’t they?

“I'll die if I don't do this,” you murmured, voice ever so soft, echoing in the dimly lit room. “Or maybe I will if I do. Heavens, this is so stupid… Lady, are you sure this will work?”

★

It had all started on a quiet street. You’d been walking with no real purpose, when you encountered an old lady — a beggar, by the looks of it.

You’d offered her kindness.

It was the only thing you could offer, realistically. You had nothing on you. Nothing at home, either. In fact, in a few days, you might not even have a home.

The lady seemed enamored by your sweetness and handed you a little flyer.

“The man who gave me this was very sure of its usefulness,” she said. “Maybe it'll help you. You seem like you need it.”

Ouch.

Even if she meant well. Ouch.

Still, desperate, you unfolded the flyer and read it. It was a crumpled old piece of paper — photoshopped and funny-looking, like it was made by middle schoolers promoting their DnD club.

Not judging, tho.

You held it in your hand and almost laughed at the absurdity. What if?

Realistically, what could go wrong?

It’s not like demons actually existed.

And if they did… maybe they’d pity you. In your sleepless, starved state, this seemed like a genuinely great idea.

Which is what brought you to this very moment —Sitting on the floor of your tiny apartment, placing candles in a circle like some cursed Pinterest board. “First time summoning a demon… hope you don’t mind the mess, Hell Lord,” you giggled to yourself at the pitiful joke and sat in the middle of the room.

What should you even say?

“Oh… hear ye, hear ye, demons,” you tried awkwardly. “Help me progress in my job… um, I really need it to live. I’ll return the favor if you let me live a decent life. "You looked around. “I’ll be bound to you…?”

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.

.

Right.

What were you even expecting?

Candles bursting into flames?

A thunderclap?

The Hell Lord himself popping in through the wall?

“Well, would you look at that.”

A voice. Low and raspy, but with a slight youthful ring to it.

“Our plan keeps getting easier, doesn’t it, boys?” A series of soft laughs filled the room.

Your entire body tensed — and froze.

“Now, little one. We appreciate your help. We’ll gladly take you as ours.”Your neck almost snapped from how fast you turned toward the voice. You saw a tall figure — and before you could think, you grabbed the closest candle and threw it at them.

“THE HELL?!”

You kept throwing the lit candles like your life depended on it. And well… it kind of did. The entrance was blocked by figures.

Shadowed, unmoving.

“Who are you?! All of you?! I swear, I’ll break your necks if you come any closer!” You grabbed a nearby pillow and held it up with both arms.Your gaze flicked from figure to figure. They were tilting their heads forward… until they all slowly raised their chins.

They were men.

Attractive. Scary-looking. Men.

Still men, tho.

“Who are you?! How did you break in?!”

The man in the center took a step forward, flashing a smirk in your direction. His skin shimmered in a purple hue, tattoos spiraling across his collarbones. “Hello, human. We are your saviors—”

He flinched. “HEY! Did you just smack me with a pillow?!”

“Stay away!”

“Stop, human. I’m warning you. Quiet.”

Suddenly, your voice was gone. You tried to speak — to scream — to whisper, even. But nothing came out. It was as if your own body betrayed you, forced to obey this man’s words. And the men began to walk forward.

Each one was different in height and build — but all of them shared that same violet skin.

“We are the demons you contacted. Your saviors. Your new responsibility.”

The shortest of them — one with blue hair and an irritatingly smug face — held the crumpled flyer right up to your nose. “The owners of your soul…” They stood in front of you, forming a perfect line. And all you could do was stare.

“We are the Saja Boys."

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Of course. Demons apparently existed. And you were now bound to five of them. They had you at their mercy. ‘What do you want from me?’ ‘You work as a manager, don’t you?’ 'Yes…’ ‘Then make us famous.’ ‘Unforgettable.’ ‘Desired.’ ‘Envied.’ The man in the center smirked. “Make us be loved by everyone."

Did I stay until 12 am stressing over the format and this little fix? Yes, yes I did. I've never posted but seeing how this movie has gained popularity and how loved the boys are, I wanted to write for them.

We barely see anything from them in the movie, so I'll probably take creative liberty to write their personalities. This might work as the starter for individual series (for each member) but it all depends if you guys actually like the idea or not Jajaja.

Which reminds me!

The original prompt belong to @soldmygenderforglitter and I took some liberty to develop it! I hope you like it!!

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