#ohyul

upon arrival, it takes exactly 3 minutes for everything to fall apart,

the moment you all step into the space with the two big bungalows, woojin stops dead in his tracks,

“this one,” he announces, pointing dramatically to the one on the left,

his girlfriend doesn’t even question it, she just nods approvingly, “okay,”

“wait-“ you start,

“idc who joins,” woojin continues, already walking toward his chosen spot, “we’re taking this one,”

“you can’t just-” ohyul begins, but he’s immediately cut off,

louis and ryul, without a single word of discussion, grab their bags and head straight into the other bungalow,

like it’s the most obvious decision in the world,

no hesitation or looking back, let alone a single word,

you blink, and next to you, your bf does the exact same..

there’s a pause,

“..are they serious?” ohyul asks slowly,

you peek into the second bungalow,

louis is already flopping onto one of the beds, shoes still on,

ryul calls out, “this one’s good!”

ohyul’s eye twitches in absolute disbelief,

“no,” he says, “no, no, no-“

you can see it happening, the exact moment he realizes what’s actually happening,

two bungalows. three beds each.

woojin + girlfriend = one bed,

louis and ryul,

which leaves..

one bed, in each bungalow, separate,

ohyul turns to you very slowly, “we are not sleeping separately,”

you press your lips together, trying not to laugh, “ohyul,”

“no,” he repeats, “absolutely not, i refuse,”

he drops the bags he’s holding like they’ve personally betrayed him instead of his friends, “i’m literally dragging ryul out by his hair,”

“ohyul!”

he’s already marching toward the bungalow, sleeves pulled up like he’s about to start a war, which he actually would if he could,

you grab his wrist before he gets far, “hey,” you can’t help but laugh, “relax-“

“relax?” he turns to you, offended, “they stole our bed situation!”

“there was no assigned bed situation,” you say, trying to stay reasonable,

“there should have been,”

you laugh again, tugging him back, “it’s fine, they just didn’t think about it,”

“i thought about it,” he mutters,

“i know you did baby,”

he crosses his arms, sulking now, we’re talking full pout and eyebrows furrowed like the whole world has wronged him,

“we sleep together every day,” you say softly, nudging his side, “it’s just one night,”

“two nights,” he corrects immediately,

“still,”

“still no,”

you step closer, poking his cheek, “don’t be dramatic,”

“i’m not being dramatic,” he insists, even though he absolutely is, “this is a valid emotional response,”

“to sleeping in a different bed for once?”

“yes,”

you snort,

he leans down slightly, lowering his voice just for you to hear, “i don’t sleep well without you,”

and yeah, okay, that one hits a little,

you soften, brushing your fingers against his arm, “you’ll survive,”

“i actually might not,”

you smile, reaching up to fix his hair a little, “we’ll just hang out until late anyway, you’ll pass out as soon as you touch your bed,”

he stares at you for a second longer, clearly still unhappy,

“i’m still mad at them,” he mutters,

“i know,”

“especially ryul,”

“i know,”

there’s another pause,

“..fine,” he sighs dramatically, “but this isn’t the last you’ll hear from me,”

“i expect nothing less,”

a little later it’s time for food,

and dinner is.. loud,

the six of you are crowded around the small terrace of woojin’s bungalow, the grill sizzling while louis pretends he knows what he’s doing,

“that’s not cooked,” ryul says, poking at a piece of meat,

“it’s medium rare,” louis argues,

“it’s medium alive,”

woojin is too busy eating to care, his girlfriend is next to him, stealing food straight off his plate while he complains but doesn’t actually stop her,

you’re sitting beside ohyul, who has been in a mood to say the least,

“so,” he says casually, way too casually, “must be nice, stealing beds,”

ryul looks up, unimpressed, “we didn’t steal anything,”

“you occupied without discussion,”

“you were gone,” louis shoots back,

“for five minutes!”

“that’s enough time,” ryul says, “you snooze, you lose bro,”

ohyul stares at him, “you’re dead to me,”

you nudge him under the table, “ohyul,”

he ignores you, “i hope your bed is uncomfortable,”

“it’s actually really nice,” louis says, stretching, “super soft,”

ohyul scoffs, “fake softness, bad for your back,”

“you haven’t even tried it,”

“i don’t need to, i can tell,”

ryul smirks, “you’re just mad,”

“i’m not mad,”

you raise an eyebrow at him,

“i’m annoyed,” he corrects,

woojin’s girlfriend laughs, “you’re such a baby,”

“i’m not a baby,” ohyul shoots back immediately,

you lightly smack his arm, “stop picking fights,”

he looks at you, eyes wide with betrayal, “you’re on their side?”

“i’m on the side of peace and food,” you say, grabbing a piece of grilled meat,

“wow,” he mutters, “even my own girlfriend,”

but a second later, he’s quietly placing a better cooked piece onto your plate, without saying anything,

and you smirk to yourself, hiding your smile

after dinner, it’s time for the unmissable campfire,

because let’s be real, a camping trip without a campfire doesn’t count at all,

compared to dinner, the campfire is calmer,

the sky is dark, the fire crackling in front of you as everyone lounges around in a loose circle, drinks in hand, snacks scattered around,

marshmallows are being passed around,

louis even pulls out some cheese he took from the store earlier, “for later purposes,” he said, and you guess that’s right now,

you’re barely seated for two seconds before ohyul shifts closer,

then closer, and closer,

until his arm is fully wrapped around you, pulling you into his side like he’s claiming you,

you laugh softly, “ohyul-“

“what?”

“you’re squishing me,”

“good,”

you try to lean forward to grab your drink and he immediately tightens his hold,

“where are you going?”

“i’m getting my drink?”

“stay,” he says, pulling you back against him,

“ohyul,”

“i’ll get it for you,”

“i can get it myself,”

“no,”

you turn your head to look at him, your eyes look serious but the smile on your lips definitely gives you away, “you’re being clingy,”

“i’m always clingy,”

“this is extra,”

he rests his chin on your shoulder, voice dropping into a soft whine, “i don’t like this arrangement,”

you smile a little, “i noticed,”

“i want to sleep next to you,”

“i know,”

“what if i can’t fall asleep?”

“you will,”

“what if i don’t?”

“then you’ll try again,”

“you don’t get it,” he says seriously,

you laugh, leaning back into him properly this time, “you’re overreacting,”

“i’m not,”

he scoffs offended, but then just hugs you tighter,

a few minutes later, you shift again, trying to stand up again, and he immediately pulls you back down,

“ohyul,”

“no,”

“i just want another drink,”

“i’ll go,”

“you said that last time,”

“and i meant it this time,”

you sigh, shifting again but giving up soon enough,

and your boyfriend grins like he’s won something, his grip on you only tightening,

across the fire, ryul watches the whole thing with a very amused expression on his face, “you’re not surviving tonight,”

ohyul doesn’t even look at him, “i hate you,”

“yeah, yeah,” ryul laughs, knowing his friend a little too well,

the fire is nice and warm

the soft sound of the flames, with everyone talking over each other, laughing and joking about whatever, sends a calm and gentle feeling to your body,

until..

a breeze cuts through and makes you shiver by the sudden cold,

you pull your arms in closer, “okay, nope,”

ohyul immediately looks down at you, “what?”

“i’m cold,”

“come here,” he says, already dragging you closer like that solves everything,

and yeah, it helps, a little,

.. for about ten seconds,

another gust hits and you physically flinch, your arms shivering, “no, i need an actual sweatshirt,”

“you’re fine,” he mumbles into your hair,

“ohyul,”

“stay,”

“ohyul,”

he groans quietly, tightening his hold, “don’t leave me,”

you laugh, shifting in his hold, “i’m not leaving you, i’m going to get a sweatshirt,”

“same thing,”

you try to get his arm off but he does not budge a single bit,

“ohyul, i’m cold,”

“i’m warm,”

“you’re not a blanket,”

“i can be,”

you push at his arm again, “let me go,”

“no,”

“ohyul,”

he sighs dramatically like this is the hardest decision of his life, then finally loosens his grip, just barely tho,

“20 seconds,” he says, “if you’re not back in 20 seconds, i’m coming to get you,”

you snort, nudging his shoulder, “you’re weird,”

“i’m serious,”

“okay,” you say, already standing, “count if you want,”

“i will,”

“you won’t,”

“i will,”

you walk off before he can say anything else, shaking your head with a smile,

and yuppp,

you don’t even make it fully inside the bungalow before you hear the door creak again behind you,

you don’t turn around, because you don’t have to to know who it is, “that was not 20 seconds,”

“it felt like 20 seconds,” ohyul says, closing the door like he’s at home there,

you glance over your shoulder, “you’re literally so dramatic,”

“you left me,”

“ohyul, i walked 10 meters,”

“i was alone,”

“with 5 other people sitting right there,”

“doesn’t count,”

you laugh under your breath, digging through your bag for a sweatshirt, “you’re unbelievable,”

before you can even pull it on, he’s already behind you again,

his arms wrapping around your waist, chin dropping onto your shoulder like he physically cannot exist more than half a meter away from you,

“you feel cold,” he murmurs,

“no shit,”

“should’ve stayed,”

“ohyul-“

he presses closer, hands sliding just slightly under the hem of your shirt, warm against your skin,

not too much but just enough to make you pause for a second,

“what’s up with you today,” you chuckle,

“you had your period all week,” he mutters, voice low and a little sulky, “and now you’re finally blood free and i don’t even get to sleep next to you,”

you huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head, “that’s your complaint right now?”

“yes i haven’t had you in so long,”

“it was only a week,”

“exactly my point,”

you turn a little in his hold, looking at him, “we would’ve had to share with one of them anyway, nothing would’ve happened,”

he shrugs slightly, but his hands don’t move away, “i don’t care,”

“ohyul-“

“at least i could’ve been next to you,” he says, softer now, “that’s enough,”

you tilt your head, “just sleeping?”

he gives you a look,

“..sleeping?” you repeat, very pointedly to get your point across,

he hums, unconvinced, “there’s more ways for me to feel you,”

you can’t help but laugh a little, “you’ve survived longer,”

“10 days, and i wasn’t planning on setting a new record,”

“you counted?” you laugh,

“yes, a suffering man does crazy things,”

your eyebrows lift slightly, but you can only chuckle at your boyfriend’s face,

his thumb brushes absentmindedly against your side, “i just like having you there,”

you smile a little, “you’re so needy,”

“only for you,”

you roll your eyes, but your hand comes up to rest over his anyway, “you’ll survive one night,”

“i don’t want to survive, i want to thrive,”

you only sigh softly, holding back a smile,

he presses his face into your neck for a second, mumbling something you don’t quite catch, but his arms tighten like he’s trying to memorize you or something equally ridiculous,

you gently nudge him back, “okay, let me actually put this on before i freeze,”

he sighs but lets go, barely tho, but just enough for you to pull the sweatshirt over your head,

the second you’re done, he’s back like a magnet,

you shake your head, smiling, “you’re actually impossible,”

“and yet,” he says, pulling you in again, “you love me,”

he kisses your cheek,

probably a good 6 times, before he finally lets go completely,

letting you drag him out of the bungalow,

“yooo noona!!”

you barely step back into the firelight before louis pops up in front of you, way too energetic for someone who just ate like 10 marshmallows,

you blink at him, “hi lou,”

“come on,” he says, already grabbing your wrist lightly. “we gotta explore,”

“explore?”

yeah,” he nods, grinning, “i saw a playground earlier,”

“a playground?” you giggle,

“yeah,” he repeats, like this is the most exciting discovery of the century, “with swings and everything bro,”

you laugh, “you’re fr?”

“dead serious, cmon time for adventure,”

ohyul’s arm tightens around you immediately, “no,”

you don’t even look at him yet, “why not,”

“answer is no,” he says flatly,

louis rolls his eyes, “hyung, relax,”

“get your own girlfriend,”

“i’m borrowing her,” louis shoots back without missing a beat,

“you’re not borrowing anything,”

“she’s not yours,” louis pushes, a little mischievous smile on his face,

“she actually is so you better-“

you smack ohyul’s arm lightly, “ohyul-“

“it’s dark,” he argues,

“there are lights everywhere,”

“still dark?!”

louis leans closer to you, lowering his voice like he’s sharing a secret, “he’s scared,”

ohyul glares at him, “i’m not scared,”

“of being alone,” louis finishes, grinning, way too amused,

you snort softly and ohyul looks offended,

“wow? okay?”

“ohyul,” you say, turning to him, “i’m just going to look at a playground,”

“why?”

you shrug, “because it’s there?”

louis nods eagerly, “exactly! it’s a must,”

ohyul stares at both of you like you’ve lost your minds,

“i’ll be right back,” you say, patting his chest like that would calm him down,

he catches your hand before you can pull away, “no funny business,”

“…with louis?? ..at a playground?”

“you never know who’s out there,”

you laugh, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “who knows, maybe i’ll get kidnapped!”

“yn i’m being-“

“hyung i’ll protect her don’t worry,”

“no because that should be comforting?” ohyul scoffs, “bro you run off screaming before you even know what’s going on,”

you laugh again, pushing him away now, “don’t start a fight while i’m gone,”

“no promises,” he mutters again,

louis is already pulling you away, “bye hyung, don’t cry,”

“you better sleep with your eyes open tonight,”

the campsite feels different away from the fire,

a lot quieter, the vibe softer, with little lights lining the paths,

louis walks next to you, hands in his hoodie pocket, kicking at small rocks,

“this place is kinda cool,” he says,

“you mean the playground?” you tease,

“don’t act like you’re not excited,”

“a little,” you chuckle,

“exactly,” he grins,

you walk a bit further before he bumps his shoulder into yours lightly,

“also,” he adds, “i’m sorry,”

you glance at him, “for what?”

“the bed thing,” he says, “we kinda just took over,”

you wave it off, “don’t worry, it’s fine,”

“nah, but still,” he shrugs, “i didn’t think about it,”

“it’s okay,” you reassure him again,

“i can switch, though,” he adds, like it’s no big deal, “with ohyul hyung,”

you giggle, “louis-“

“i don’t mind,” he continues, “you can take my bed,”

“what about you?”

he shrugs again, “i’ll just crash in woojin’s tent, or squeeze in with ryul hyung, i was gonna sleep next to him anyway,”

you raise an eyebrow, “oh?”

“yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, “it gets kinda scary at night, you know? ryul hyung feels safe,”

you soften immediately, “that’s actually kind of cute,”

“don’t tell him i said that,” louis immediately says,

“too late,”

“yoo-“

you grin, “i’m joking,”

there’s a small pause before you shake your head, “but no, you’re not switching,”

“why not?”

“because it’s fine,” you say, nudging his arm lightly, “ohyul’s just being dramatic,”

“that’s true,” louis snorts,

“he’ll live,”

“are you sure?”

“unfortunately, yes,”

louis grins a little at that, shoulders relaxing, “okay,”

you walk a little further in comfortable silence before he glances at you for a second, then looks ahead again, tone a little softer, but still very him,

“he really likes you tho,”

you smile without thinking, “i know,”

“like.. a lot,” he adds, “it’s kinda crazy,”

“is it?”

“yeah,” he nods, “i’ve never seen him like this,”

you hum quietly, looking down at the path for a second, but smiling to yourself, “me neither,”

louis nudges you with his shoulder again, “don’t break his heart bro,”

you gasp lightly, “wow?”

“i’m serious,”

“what about him breaking mine?”

he thinks about it for a second, “..nah he wouldn’t,” he says simply, “he’s too gone,”

you shake your head, smiling,

a little up ahead, you can already see the small playground he was talking about,

it’s empty, slightly lit, and the swings are moving just a little in the breeze,

louis squeaks excitedly, pointing, “see? definitely worth it,”

“…okay, yeah,” you admit, “this is kinda cute,”

“told you,”

back near the fire, you can faintly see ohyul’s figure pacing again, very obviously pretending he’s not watching the path,

louis follows your gaze and grins, “he’s actually losing it,”

“he is,”

“we should stay a little longer to teach him a lesson,”

“what lesson?” you laugh,

“separation,” he grins, “he has serious issues,”

you laugh as both of you sit down on a swing, letting the moment linger a little longer before eventually heading back to your spot on the campsite

at aome point, the fire dies down slowly, conversations getting quieter, everyone around you stretching and yawning,

you lean back slightly, sighing softly, “i’m gonna get ready for bed,”

ohyul’s head snaps toward you immediately, “already?”

“it’s late,” you say, standing up and brushing your hands off, “and i’m tired,”

“i’ll come,” he says instantly,

you give him a look, “to.. watch me brush my teeth?”

“support,” he corrects,

“right,” you snicker,

you grab your things, a towel, a hoodie, your little bag with toiletries, and start heading toward the shower area,

you don’t even have to check to know he’s following,

the shower rooms are surprisingly nice,

bright, clean, and way bigger than expected,

“this is better than my bathroom,” you mutter, setting your stuff down,

“this looks good,” ohyul agrees, already closing the door behind him,

you glance at him through the mirror as you pull your toothbrush out,

he just stands there, watching you,

you start brushing your teeth, leaning slightly over the sink, and not even two seconds later, he’s behind you,

of course,

his arms slide around your waist like it’s muscle memory, pulling you back against him,

you make a muffled sound, toothbrush still in your mouth, “ohyul-“

“what?” he mumbles, pressing his face into your shoulder,

his hands settle at your sides, warm and familiar, and then slowly, too casually, start wandering,

you pause, meeting his eyes in the mirror,

he just looks back at you, completely unashamed,

you shake your head, trying not to smile around your toothbrush,

he hums softly, pressing a lazy kiss against the side of your neck, “i missed you,”

“you’ve been glued to me all night,”

“not enough,”

you spit, rinse your mouth, then turn slightly in his arms, “you’re clingier than usual,”

“because i’m being neglected,”

you snort, “neglected?”

“yes,”

his hands tighten slightly at your waist, pulling you closer again like he’s making a point,

you poke his chest lightly, “behave,”

“no,”

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling as you free yourself from his hold, stepping back toward the showers,

you pull your hoodie off,

and he watches you for half a second before stepping closer again like it’s automatic,

you glance at him, “you’re not subtle,”

“wasn’t trying to be,”

you giggle, rolling your eyes at him

he lets eyes drag over your full body as your clothes drop to the floor,

“you’re staring,”

“i know,”

you laugh, but there’s no real resistance as you reach for his hand, pulling him towards the shower,

his eyebrows lift slightly, “you’re serious?”

“do you rather stand here then?”

“i absolutely do not want to stand here,” he says immediately, pulling his shirt over his face faster than ever,

you huff out a soft laugh, stepping into the shower space,

he pauses for half a second, glancing around like he just remembered something, “aren’t there cameras here?”

you blink at him,

“in a shower room?” you deadpan,

he shrugs, “what? you never know,”

you stare at him for a second, then shake your head,

“i’m just cautious,” he adds,

“mhm,”

the water turns on, and it’s almost instantly warm, steam starting to fill the space soon after,

you step under it first, letting out a quiet sigh at the heat after a whole day outside,

and a second later, he’s right behind you again,

“well,” he murmurs, voice lower now, closer to your ear, “it’s definitely not soundproof,”

you turn your head slightly, “ohyul-“

“so,” he continues, stepping in closer, hands finding your waist again, “you better keep it quiet,”

your breath hitches just a little, not dramatic, but definitely enough for him to notice,

“and you better behave,” you mutter,

“but you like it,”

before you can respond, he leans in, not wasting any time now he finally got ylu to himself,

his lips were on yours within seconds, kissing you properly for the first time since all the chaos started,

the warm water keeps running over both of you, steam fogging up the glass, everything else fading out for a second,

his hands stay at your waist at first, a little grounding, but there’s an impatience there too, like he’s been waiting all night for this exact moment,

you lean into him without thinking, fingers pressing into his chest,

he hums softly against your lips, pulling you a little closer, like he’s making up for lost time,

he kisses you softly,

like he somehow always does with him when he’s been waiting too long,

it’s warm, yet a little desperate, but it doesn’t stay like that for long,

because it’s ohyul,

and he’s been deprived for, in his words, “an unacceptable amount of time,”

you feel it in the way he leans in more, deepening it just slightly, like he’s testing how far you’ll let him go,

and for a little while, you let him guide you,

you let him pull you into whatever high he was in right now,

his hands start wandering a little more daring now, pushing you flush against his chest, letting the warmth of the room settle in between the two of you completely,

you sigh into the kiss, your hands coming up to grab a fistful of his hair, which he gladly returns,

you have no idea how much time has passed, but after a while, you pull back just enough to breathe, “ohyul..”

“what,” he murmurs immediately, chasing your lips again,

you turn your head slightly, his lips brushing your cheek instead, “i need to wash my hair,”

he groans, “are you gonna leave me hanging now,”

“we can’t do it here,” you chuckle, letting your hands move down over his chest,

he exhales softly, like you just told him something deeply unfair, “why not,”

“you literally said it’s not soundproof,”

he pauses for half a second, “okay,” he says, like that’s a minor detail,

you stare at him, “okay?”

“then keep quiet?”

you let out a small laugh, shaking your head, “you can stay, but i’m washing my hair,”

“i’m serious,” he insists, leaning in again, slower this time, like he’s trying to convince you instead of just taking,

you let him kiss you once more, just once, before placing your hand on his chest, stopping him,

“no,”

he groans quietly, forehead dropping against yours, “cmon..”

you chuckle softly,

“just a little-“

you push him back lightly, smiling, “you’ll survive without,”

“you keep saying that,” he mutters,

“because it’s true,”

you turn away before he can try again, reaching for your things like nothing happened,

he just stands there for a second, staring at you, very clearly not over it,

“…you’re evil,” he says finally,

you glance over your shoulder, “like you’re not,”

“you’re making up for this,”

by the time you’re both back near the bungalows, the whole place feels quieter,

all the lights dimmed, all the doors closing, everyone slowly heading to bed,

you yawn softly, “i’m actually exhausted,”

“don’t,” ohyul says immediately,

you blink at him, “don’t what,”

“don’t go yet,”

he grabs your wrist, gently but insistently, pulling you back toward him before you can disappear into your bungalow,

“one minute,”

“you said that earlier,”

“this time i mean it,”

you laugh softly, but you don’t pull away tho,

and that’s a big mistake,

because the second you stop moving, he’s pulling you in

..and kissing you again

not soft this time, nor anywhere close to patient,

it’s firm and a little messy, like he’s genuinely been holding back all night and finally doesn’t care who sees for a second,

you make a quiet surprised sound, hands instinctively coming up to steady yourself against him,

“ohyul-“

he doesn’t answer, just kisses you again, slower but somehow worse, like he’s trying to make up for every second he’s about to lose,

his hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, like he’s refusing the idea of separation entirely,

and for a second, you forget where you are,

letting him pull you into it once again,

until-

“yoo,”

you both freeze at the sound of ryul’s voice, somewhere nearby,

you pull back, both your breathing uneven,

and ohyul closes his eyes for a second like he’s in pain, which he genuinely feels like at this point,

“i hate everyone,” he mutters under his breath,

you laugh quietly, fixing his hair a little, “you should get some sleep,”

“no,”

you raise your eyebrows at him,

and he just sighs, leaning his forehead against yours one last time, “i’m not done with you,”

“i’ll see you tomorrow,”

“that’s too far away,”

you smile, stepping back, “goodnight,”

he watches you go, stepping into your bungalow.. which he isn’t sleeping in..

inside the bungalow is quiet,

it doesn’t take long before louis and ryul are asleep, soft breathing filling the space, one of them half hanging off the bed like always,

you’re laying in your own bed, the blanket pulled all the way up, staring at the ceiling for a bit,

it’s peaceful,

the quiet sounds of the trees breezing through the air as your free asmr,

not even 10 minutes later, your phone buzzes, and you don’t even have to check to know who it is,

ohyul: are they asleep?

you glance over, quietly laughing at the sight in front of you,

louis? dead asleep and ryul? unmoving,

you: yupp

three dots appear instantly but then disappear just as quickly, leaving your message on read,

it doesn’t take long before you hear the door creak open,

you press your lips together, already smiling as you sit up slightly,

“you’re so predictable,” you whisper,

ohyul doesn’t answer,

he just closes the door quietly behind him, steps over like he’s done this a hundred times, stopping next to your bed, nudging your leg,

“move,”

you scoot over, shaking your head, and he immediately slides into the bed next to you,

which is very much meant for one person btw, but that does not stop him, not even a little,

the second he’s in, his arms wrap around you, pulling you into him like that’s where you’re supposed to be, instead of in separate bungalows,

“great idea,” he mutters against your shoulder, “really, loved it,”

you laugh softly, “you lasted, what, 5 minutes?”

“i’m definitely not sleeping in another bed while you’re in here,”

his face presses into your neck, breathing you in like he’s been deprived for years instead of minutes,

you relax into him for a second before whispering, “louis is in here,”

he goes still, just for a second,

then he sighs out, long and over exaggeratedly suffering, “..i know,”

you can practically feel the disappointment radiating off him,

“so behave,” you add quietly,

“i hate this,”

“you’ll survive,”

“you need to stop saying that,”

you smile a little,

but then his hand shifts slightly at your waist, then a little more,

you catch his wrist immediately, “ohyul,”

“what,” he whispers, completely innocent,

you give him a look in the dark, “don’t,”

he exhales softly, forehead dropping against your shoulder again, “we do things at the dorm when he’s in his room,”

“he’s literally right there,” you whisper back,”

“..he’s asleep,”

“ohyul,”

he goes quiet for a second,

then, softer, almost a pout you can hear, “you’re so strict today,”

“we’re on a trip with your friends,”

his fingers twitch slightly like he’s debating whether to behave or not,

but as expected, he loses his inner debate, again,

you grab his hand this time, holding it still against you, “stop,” you giggle,

he lets out the quietest groan, “you’re killing me,”

“go to sleep,”

“i just got here,”

you soften a little at that, your grip loosening just slightly, but not enough,

he takes advantage anyway, shifting closer, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your neck,

you inhale sharply, “ohyul,”

“i’m being quiet,” he whispers,

“…you’re not helping,”

he smiles against your skin, you can feel it, but he completely settles next to you now,

his arms are wrapped tight around you, face tucked into your neck, like if he holds on hard enough, no one can separate you again,

“i’m still mad at them tho,” he mumbles,

you laugh quietly, “i know,”

“…especially ryul,”

“i know,”

“and the second we’re home you’re mine,”

you chuckle quietly, “mhm,”

he squeezes you once more, finally going still,

but his hand?

still very much not behaving,

you exhale quietly through your nose, tightening your hold on his wrist again, “ohyul..”

“i’m not doing anything,” he whisper yells immediately,

you give him a look, even though it’s dark, he feels it,

“barely anything,” he amends under his breath,

you shake your head, but there’s no real bite to it anymore, your fingers still loosely wrapped around his wrist, keeping him in place more than pushing him away,

his thumb traces the smallest and softest line before stopping when you tighten your grip again,

“you’re no fun,” he murmurs.

you huff a quiet laugh, shifting just slightly so you’re more comfortable in his arms,

which is yet again, a big mistake,

because he immediately takes that as an invitation, pulling you closer again, pressing his face deeper into your neck,

“don’t move,” he mumbles,

“i’m literally just breathing,”

“you’re moving too much,”

there’s a small pause, a peaceful pause if anything,

but then..

his lips brush your neck again, a lot slower this time, softer and testing,

you inhale quietly, “ohyul-“

“i’m being quiet,” he whispers, voice way too pleased with himself,

“you’re so annoying,”

“so are you,”

you don’t answer that one, but you don’t push him away either,

and he hums softly, clearly taking that as a win, arms tightening just a little around you, settling in properly now,

he’s definitely still restless and still not entirely behaving, but at least he’s quieter now,

content, even,

“this is still unfair,” he mumbles after a second,

“mhm,”

“but at least i can hold you,”

your grip on his wrist loosens just a little at that and he notices,

he presses a little kiss pressed against your shoulder, his fingers shifting again, just enough to remind you he hasn’t actually given up,

and you sigh softly, already knowing it’s going to be a long night,

for him, for sure

and honestly?

for you too,

but even like this,

half restrained, whispering complaints into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you like you’re gonna run away,

he’s exactly where he wants to be..

more preferably, he would’ve liked his own bungalow of course,

but oh well,

like you said; “he’ll survive”

even though he himself is not quite sure how..

mlist ツ

bk! ohyul: what started as an accidentally forgetting to pull out on time became a habit he's become obsessed with repeating. maybe it’s his poorly veiled possessiveness that shows up in these moments. the idea that it’s his come filling you up and no one else’s.

bk! ohyul: who would lazily use the tip of his dick to spread it inside you. an oddly fascinating view. there’s the thrill of pushing back the excess cum straight into you. letting it coat your walls. letting it drip down your thighs. he'd use his fingers sometimes too. and watch the way you'd squirm at the sticky sensation. sensitive from the overuse.

bk! ohyul: who won’t even completely remove your panties but rather prefers you have them on. just pushed to your side so his releases lands on them and he can store it to future memory. sort of like a token. he'd buy you extra pairs just to get another chance to ruin them

bk! ohyul: who switches position just to see his cum run down your thighs. like when you're laying on your back, your hips hoisted against his thigh and he's using his strength to lock your waist in place. he drills into you in precise points and your body reacts equally.

when you'd get shy as youd sometimes do. his stare too intense. a pillow thrown over your face so you can hide just for a moment. but ohyul hates that more than anything. he wants to see you. wants to watch both sets of your lips .

bk! ohyul: who makes it his mission to not come before you do. he's done it once before and hated it. of course he'd always make sure you get your own release if it happens.

he knows how to pull it out of you easier. knows that you get a thrill from having him biting the soft skin below your jaw, just above your collarbone. how you clench automatically when his teeth indents on your skin. the way you'd whine out the longest moan and he'd smile in between the bites.

bk! ohyul: who doesn't really like the idea of being a parent right now. when you're both so young and have goals for your careers. really it's the intimacy of it all. how he'll sneak in a quickie at events and him knowing that you're sitting with his loads between your thighs as you greet his friends politely.

that sort of feeling rather than the physical act of conceiving a baby.

“i swear i just had them.” you look up and have to do a double take. damn. ohyul always looks good, but standing there with his hands on his hips, hair messy from lying around all day, zip-up sliding off one shoulder to expose his bicep in that tank, with his glasses sliding low on his nose? angelic. 

you force yourself to look back down, biting your lip to hide your smile. 

“what’s wrong with the glasses?” you ask innocently. ohyul sighs. 

“nothing, it’s just easier without having to carry them around ‘n stuff — especially when i’m dancing.” 

you hum, sinking back into the pillows to watch him from behind your book as he paces around some more, still searching. 

“this place is not that big,” he grouses, “they’ve gotta be here somewhere.”

your head falls back as he leans over you to check the shelf above the headboard. he catches your gaze where from you’re staring at him below. his lips quirk up a little at your beaming smile. 

“what?”

“nothing,” you say, feigning nonchalance. “you just look hot in glasses.”

ohyul grins. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you answer, giggling when his arms drop to either side of you, caging you in against the pillows as he climbs on top of you. his lips meet yours, glasses fogging up, and the kiss makes you so breathless that you don’t notice his hands slipping behind the pillows at your back. 

“aha!” he cries, snatching the contact case from where you’d stashed it under the pillows. he sits back, holding it out of reach while you try to grab it back. “little sneak.”

he laughs when you fall forward against him, steadying you with his free hand around your waist. “i kinda need these, you know,” he hums down at your pouting face. 

“i like the glasses.”

“i can tell,” he teases, laughing again at your disdained expression. he kisses the pout on your lips once more before disentangling himself and getting to his feet. “freak.”

“just leave them for today!” you call after him in a dramatic plea as he gathers his things to change in the hotel bathroom, still laughing at you. 

“maybe if you behave.”

“hmph.”

so crazy about glasses ohyul #im in love <3

You ground your hips against him, just enough to feel his nose nudge against your clit. Sighing at the small relief.

Ohyul's groan vibrated against you, sending shockwaves of pleasure up your spine. He pressed his tongue flat against the soaked fabric—just for a second—before wrenching it aside with his teeth.

"Impatient," he scolded, but the moment his lips sealed around your clit and sucked, all teasing evaporated into sheer desperation. His fingers dug bruises into your hips, holding them down as you arched against him. "Couldn't even wait until I was out of my damn clothes."

He pulled back just enough to growl, "Stay still." Then dove back in like a man starving—each flick of his tongue sharp and filthy between words— "...or I'll tie you down... and take my damn time."

The pleasure had your head spinning, heat coursing through your veins. The tongue piercing he had only sweetened every lick, the cold metal offering more.

His tongue piercing trailed along your skin. He looked like sin, and god, how he wanted to make you call out his name like a prayer until you were gasping for air.

Your thighs try to close in around his head, to keep him in place. He clicked his tongue, the sound lost to the way he pressed his face back into you, hands digging into your thighs to keep them apart. "I said keep still, or are you just begging for me to tie you up?"

Before you could comply, he was already pulling away. Undoing his belt and grabbed both of your wrists, using the leather to bind your hands together. "That's my girl..." he muttered, dragging your hips to the very edge of the bed and burying himself between your thighs again—this time with no mercy.

His tongue worked in cruel, practiced strokes, alternating between broad licks that had you seeing stars and sharp flicks of that damn piercing right where you needed it most.

One hand slid under your ass to grip hard enough to lift you into his mouth with a muffled groan— "Scream for me."

Your insides were already tingling, guts twisting and knotting as he continued his assault on you. "Oh- yul-!" You choked out a sob, reaching to gripping the bedsheets. "Oh god–"

The second your voice broke, Ohyul redoubled his efforts—sucking your clit into his mouth with a groan that vibrated against you, tongue pressing mercilessly against that perfect spot while his free hand snaked up to roughly pinch one of your nipples.

He could feel the way you clenched around nothing beneath him, and it drove him wild.

"Don't call for god," he snarled against slick skin before biting down just above where you needed him most—sharp enough to wring another ragged cry from you. "Say my name when you cum."

"I'm gonna cum, baby– gonna cum–" You panted, pupils blown wide as you stared at him in between your legs. His fingers digging into your thighs as he sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked, relentless. His tongue lashed at you in quick, sinful flicks, the cold metal of his piercing dragging just right every damn time.

Until you finally shattered beneath him with a cry that went straight to his cock.

Letting out a loud sob-like groan as you squirted all over his face, splattering messily as you came hard.

Ohyul didn’t even flinch.

He kept his mouth on you, drinking you in with a groan so deep it bordered on animalistic—tongue lapping up every last drop until you were twitching and oversensitive beneath him. Only then did he finally pull back, lips glistening, chin dripping as he smirked up at you through hooded eyes.

"Messy," he mumbled, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth like it was the sweetest damn thing he’d ever tasted. He leaned in close enough for you to feel his next words against your swollen clit, "Let’s do it again."

"Ohyul, wait—"

"Hm?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow. His gaze raking over your body, taking in the sight of you wrecked and panting before him. "Changed your mind, already?"

"Cock."

"Thought you'd say that..." he muttered, chuckling under his breath, he didn't even bother fully undressing—just shoved his pants down enough to free his cock, gripping the base and giving it a slow stroke right in front of your face. "Since you asked so nicely."

"Just your mouth, or do you want more than that?" he growled. The question was only half-serious—he was so damn hard just looking at you, he'd give you anything you asked for.

"In my pussy..." you pant, looking up at him. The belt binding your hands together digging into your skin.

"Fuck—" His free hand slid down to grip your thigh and wrench it over his hip. He didn’t even bother lining himself up properly—just dragged the head of his cock through your slick once, twice, before shoving in to the hilt with a single ruthless thrust.

A ragged groan ripped out of him as he bottomed out, forehead dropping against yours. "So fucking wet," he gritted out, hips already rolling in shallow, punishing circles. "And all for me?"

"Yes baby–" You moaned, spreading your legs wider so that he could take it to his advantage and fill you fully.

Ohyul’s breath came in rough, uneven bursts as he drove into you with a rhythm that bordered on feral—each snap of his hips punctuated by the slap of skin and the choked-off noises you couldn’t seem to stop making. His fingers dug into your hip hard enough to bruise, the other hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back and expose your throat as he leaned down to bite at your collarbone.

"Say it," he demanded against sweat-slick skin, voice shredded with desperation. "Tell me whose pussy this is."

"Fuck– it's yours!" You moaned loudly, legs shaking as he bit your neck.

"Damn right." He snarled the words against your skin before sealing his mouth over yours in a kiss that was more teeth than tongue—swallowing every gasp, every broken moan as he fucked you stupid. His hips pistoned into you with brutal precision, the angle just right to have you seeing stars with every thrust.

He only broke the kiss to growl against your lips, "Fill you up so good, baby."

You opened your mouth, lolling your tongue out like a whore. The scene alone made him haul your legs over his shoulders in one brutal motion, driving into you so deep your vision whited out for a second—before spitting straight onto your tongue with a ragged groan.

"Disgusting," he panted, thumb hooking the corner of your mouth to drag it wider as he fucked into you harder, faster. "You take it so well—you stupid slut. Just opening your mouth, wanting me to spit on you." His other hand slid down to rub tight circles on your clit, pushing you toward another ruinous climax as he growled, "Come with me."

You gladly swallowed his spit, "More..." you mumbled, smiling as the tip pounded—kissing your cervix wetly with every thrust.

He let out a fuck-filthy laugh, dragging his thumb from your lips to smear more spit down your chin.

"Greedy girl," he rasped, hips never stuttering in their brutal pace—each thrust punching the air from your lungs. "You want more?" His fingers tangled in your hair again, wrenching your head back as he leaned down to lick a hot stripe up the column of your throat before biting hard enough to bruise.

Then—just like you wanted—he gathered another mouthful of spit and let it drip directly onto your tongue, watching with satisfaction as you swallowed it like the good girl you were. "Take every fucking drop I give you."

The scene looked straight out of a porno. And you were enjoying it. He was bathing in it.

"Look at you, smiling all over my dick, huh?" He grins, slapping you across the cheek, just enough to make you look stupid. Your combined moans and skin-on-skin sounds lewd enough that it was the only thing that rang in both of your ears.

"Fuck, look at you," he panted, voice wrecked as his hand slid from your hair to grip your throat—not squeezing, just holding. Just reminding you who owned every gasp spilling from your lips. "Made for this—made to take my cock like a goddamn dream."

His hips stuttered, pace turning erratic as he felt his own climax coil tight in his gut. He leaned down until his lips brushed yours, sharing your air as he growled, "Cum with me."

You squirted for the second time, drenching your bodies and the bedsheets. Biting down your drunken smile as the orgasm hit hard again.

With a feral groan, he buried himself to the hilt and pumped his release into you in hot, ragged pulses—each one wringing another broken sound from both of you. Cock throbbing inside your pussy you could feel it give you one last delicious stretch as it pumped his sweet cum inside you.

His fingers tightened on your throat just enough to feel your racing pulse as he rode out the aftershocks, forehead pressed to yours like an anchor. When he finally pulled back, cock still twitching inside you.

kwon ohyul ☆

kim ryul ☆

jung woojin ☆

louis jourdain lim ☆

thinking abt riding ohyul in the studio late at night whilst he’s wearing these thick frames. face flushed and hair fucked as he chokes on another sob as you bounce up n down, gummy walls clenching so tight around his thick cock. he can’t help but throw his head back as endless streams of moans leave his pretty mouth, lips biting them raw as you slow your pace down. you grind your hips down fully, ass flushed against his thighs so you can feel every inch rubbing inside. he grips onto your waist for mercy, lashes fluttering up at you w those pretty eyes as he begs you to let him cum.

“s’good, need it. feel s’good, hah, please go faster baby.” he croaks out shakily, eyes rolling back as he ruts his hips up fucking his wet cock back into your tight pussy. your fingers trail down to your clit, rubbing it frantically as you tighten up again. you resume your fast pace again, babbling praises of him being such a good boy but all he’s focusing on is his hips meeting halfway up as you bounce down, the wet sounds shamelessly filling the empty studio room. ohyul could sense you were close as your thighs trembled on top of him, each thrust punching a small sob out of you. he was so close too and you both cry out, ohyul filling your wet cunt w his sticky cum. he threw his head back with a long drawn out moan, glasses now askew on his fucked out face. you collapsed forward onto his chest, panting softly to catch your breath but he’s already half hard again, lazily fucking his cum back into your creamy cunt to make more of a mess.