𖡎 k. ohyul x reader
&&. est. relationship. fluff. you just can’t seem to get enough of ohyul’s glasses, and resort to drastic measures...
all content is purely fictional!
“baby?” ohyul calls once, then twice, before he repeats your name again as he makes his third round around the small hotel room. “have you seen my contacts?”
you’re sitting on the bed pretending to read a book, though most of your focus is going into making yourself look not-guilty.
“no,” you answer dutifully, turning another page you haven’t read.
“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.
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summary; when bed arrangements go wrong, ohyul spends the entire trip picking fights, clinging to you, and plotting ways to get you to himself. between stolen moments, teasing kisses, and a lack of privacy, ohyul learns that wanting you and actually getting you are two very different things.
warnings; kissing, shower moment, clingy and needy ohyul, woojin has a girlfriend, hints at sex
wc; 5,4k - requested
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the second the car doors slam shut, you already know this trip is going to be a mess, in the best way of course,
“why is it so fancy?” louis mutters, staring at the campsite in front of him,
the “tents” are.. not tents actually, they’re basically mini bungalows with actual wooden frames, little porches, and soft lighting hanging all across the area,
“this is not camping,” ryul says, “this is glamping, like for influencers and luxurious people,”
“good,” woojin chuckles, already grabbing bags, “i don’t do bugs,”
ohyul snorts, slinging an arm around your shoulders, “we know, you already scream when you see ants,”
“they move weird,” woojin defends,
you laugh, leaning into ohyul for a second before he squeezes you tighter, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head like he hasn’t seen you in years instead of just the car ride,
“carry something,” you nudge him,
“i am,” he says immediately, “you,”
“ohyul,”
but he just grins, completely unbothered,
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,”
“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,
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the hallway outside lngshot’s dorm was pretty much silent — it was around twelve pm after all. ohyul dragged you behind him by your wrist, his hood pulled over his messy black hair.
“god, if jay dpn finds out you sneak me into the dorms he’d kill both of us,” you whispered while hiding your face in the sleeve of his hoodie.
ohyul smiled like he only found what you said amusing, his glasses moving down his nose. “i think he’d be happy for us.”
you rolled your eyes, but still followed behind him like always. that was the problem with kwon ohyul . . . he was pretty stupid, but so persuasive at the same time.
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.
for two people who kept agreeing that whatever this was was nothing serious, the way he kissed you definitely said different.
contains: established relationship, none other than fluff
• he's a little quiet after.. BUT STILL ATTENTIVE.
• he would definitely pull you in for that skin to skin hug, for at least 5 minutes before checking in on you.
• "are you okay? did I hurt you?" asking reassuring questions, 'cause just know it's never one and done with him.
• trust he'll make sure you're fed. if you don't wanna eat then he'll make sure you drink water.
• sometimes he even tries to keep you awake, whether it's to watch a movie, eat, or talk. after spending time inside you, spending time with you was just as important to him.
the room falls silent, and ohyul didn't miss a beat. pulling you into a warm hug, as you both tried catching your breath. when his breathing started to even out, you started feeling your eyes get more heavy with each passing blink.
ohyul noticed— "wait, you can't sleep yet. i gotta get you cleaned up." he pulls away, just enough to see your face. you grumble almost a whine, your way of protesting against it. that brings a smile to his face, "and after i clean you, you gotta stay up to eat" he adds.
"no, ohyul. just let me sleep after" you slur, still trying to talk despite your restless state. "baby i gotta make sure you're well taken care of" he states matter-of-factly, like this was best for you.
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synopsis: after a bad fight, ohyul tries apologizing while his girlfriend does his skincare.
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The argument started over something stupid.
At least, that’s what Kwon Ohyul said.
“You always say that after you hurt my feelings,” you snapped, standing in the middle of your apartment with your arms crossed tightly over your chest.
Ohyul ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Because you drag things out.”
“Oh my God.”
“There you go again—”
“No, because you don’t listen,” you cut him off. “You hear one thing and immediately get defensive.”
His jaw tightened.
The apartment suddenly felt too small. Too warm. Too loud.
You hated arguing with him because Ohyul wasn’t the type to yell constantly. He got quiet first. Sharp second.
And somehow that was worse.
“I’m not doing this right now,” he muttered.
“Then when? Since you love avoiding things so much.”
That hit.
You knew it did from the way his expression changed instantly.
“Oh, okay,” he laughed dryly. “That’s what we’re doing now?”
You looked away first.
Wrong move.
Because now both of you were angry enough to keep going.
“You know what?” he said, grabbing his hoodie from the couch. “Forget it.”
Your stomach dropped slightly. “Ohyul—”
But he was already heading toward the door.
“You’re really leaving?”
“I need space.”
“And I don’t?” you shot back.
He stopped for half a second.
Just enough to make you think he’d turn around.
He didn’t.
The door slammed hard enough to rattle the picture frames on your wall.
And then he was gone.
At first, you were still angry.
You texted him anyway.
Are you serious right now?
No response.
Ohyul.
Nothing.
You called once.
Then twice.
Straight to voicemail.
That only made you angrier.
So you stopped.
No more texts.
No more calls.
No more checking his location.
Nothing.
If he wanted space so badly, he could have it.
Meanwhile, Ohyul was losing his mind.
At first, he ignored his phone on purpose. Pride. Anger. Stubbornness.
But after an hour passed…
Then two…
Then the entire night…
His irritation slowly turned into anxiety.
Because you always texted back.
Even when you were furious.
Especially when you were furious.
By the next afternoon, he was staring at his phone during practice while Woojin talked about choreography changes.
“You’re distracted,” Woojin said.
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve checked your messages like thirty times.”
Louis looked up from the floor immediately. “Did she stop texting you?”
Ohyul glared.
“Oh my God,” Louis whispered dramatically. “She did.”
Ryul nearly choked laughing.
“She’s mad mad,” Woojin added.
Ohyul shoved his phone into his pocket. “Can all of you shut up?”
That confirmed it.
“Oh, he’s overly upset,” Ryul said.
Normally Ohyul would’ve snapped back.
Instead, he stood up suddenly and grabbed his bag.
Woojin blinked. “Where are you going?”
Ohyul was already heading for the door.
“To fix it.”
When your apartment door knocked later that night, you already knew who it was.
You considered ignoring it.
Really considered it.
Then came another knock.
Softer this time.
“…Baby.”
Your chest tightened immediately.
You opened the door just enough to glare at him.
Ohyul looked exhausted.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
His hoodie was wrinkled, his hair messy from running his hands through it too much, and the second he saw your face, his shoulders relaxed slightly like he’d been worried you wouldn’t answer.
“You ignored me,” you said flatly.
“I know.”
“You left.”
“I know.”
“You slammed my door.”
“That was accidental.”
You stared.
“…Okay maybe not accidental.”
You tried not to laugh.
Tried.
Ohyul noticed instantly.
“Please don’t be cute right now,” you muttered.
His lips twitched. “So you still think I’m cute.”
“You’re annoying.”
“I’m sorry.”
That made the teasing disappear completely.
He stepped closer carefully, like he thought you might shut the door in his face.
“I’m serious,” he said quietly. “I shouldn’t have walked out like that.”
Your expression softened a little despite yourself.
“Ohyul—”
“No, let me finish,” he interrupted gently. “I was frustrated, and instead of talking to you, I left. Then I ignored you because I was being stubborn.”
“You were.”
“I know.”
“And childish.”
“That too.”
You crossed your arms again, but there wasn’t much heat behind it anymore.
Ohyul looked at you for a second before speaking again.
“When you stopped texting me back…” he admitted softly, “I got scared.”
That got you.
Completely.
Because Ohyul rarely admitted things like that out loud.
You sighed dramatically. “You’re lucky I love you.”
His entire face softened instantly. “So you forgive me?”
You thought for a moment.
“…Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“You need to earn it.”
“Oh my God,” he groaned quietly. “What do you want?”
A slow smile spread across your face.
“You’re doing skincare with me.”
Ohyul blinked.
“…That’s it?”
“That’s the condition.”
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “You’re plotting something.”
“I’m always plotting something.”
Ten minutes later, Ohyul was sitting on the edge of your bed while you organized products beside him.
He looked deeply offended by the fluffy headband you’d shoved onto his head.
“This is humiliating.”
“You look adorable.”
“I look ridiculous.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“Baby,” he deadpanned, “there are unicorns on this headband.”
You burst out laughing.
And honestly?
That alone made him feel better.
The tension from earlier had almost completely disappeared.
Almost.
“Come here,” he said, pulling you into his lap naturally.
Ohyul’s hands immediately settled on your waist like muscle memory.
“There,” you murmured. “Now stay still.”
“You’re very bossy.”
“And you’re lucky you’re pretty.”
He grinned lazily. “You missed me.”
“Barely.”
“You stopped texting my texts.”
“Because you were ignoring me.”
“I was suffering.”
“You were at practice.”
“I suffered there too.”
You rolled your eyes, squirting cleanser into your hands.
The second your fingers touched his face, Ohyul went quiet.
Not because he disliked it.
The opposite.
His eyes stayed fixed on yours while you gently rubbed cleanser across his skin.
“What?” you asked.
“You’re cute when you’re focused.”
“Stop flirting.”
“No.”
You tried ignoring him.
That lasted maybe thirty seconds before he leaned forward and kissed your cheek.
“Oh my God,” you laughed. “Sit still.”
“I am sitting still.”
“You just moved.”
“Technically my lips moved.”
You snorted.
Then he kissed your jaw.
Then your cheek again.
Then the corner of your mouth.
“Ohyul.”
“Hm?”
“You’re distracting.”
“You like it.”
Unfortunately, he was right.
You continued your routine anyway, trying to stay focused while he kept pressing soft kisses anywhere he could reach.
Cheek.
Temple.
Shoulder.
Your neck for half a second before you shoved his face away laughing.
“Behave.”
“I am behaving.”
“You’re literally not.”
Ohyul smiled against your skin, arms tightening around your waist.
“I missed you,” he admitted quietly this time.
That softened you immediately.
You put the moisturizer down for a second and touched his face gently.
“I missed you too.”
His expression changed completely at that.
Less teasing.
More vulnerable.
Then, because he was still Ohyul, he ruined the moment by kissing you again.
Longer this time.
Slow enough to make your brain stop working for a second.
When he finally pulled back, you stared at him.
“…I still have serum left.”
“So finish later.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you love me anyway.”
You sighed dramatically before grabbing the serum bottle again.
“Yeah,” you muttered, climbing back into place on his lap. “Unfortunately.”
જ⁀◝✩ In which your boyfriend cries on the phone mid-party, and you cannot wait to get home to him fast enough.
➤ ohyul x reader, insecure ohyul / hurt-comfort, established relationship, lovesick/unhinged in love, fluff & angst ( not hard-core angst !! )
The party noise hits different when the only frequency your brain is tuned to is several kilometers away, curled up on a couch, probably wearing your hoodie because his smells like his own cologne after a few hours, and he likes pretending it's an accident that he always reaches for yours instead.
You haven't touched your drink. You haven't really touched anything tonight, not the conversation, not the canapés, not the version of yourself that exists in rooms Ohyul isn't in, because honestly, that version feels like a faded photocopy of the real one. The real you only fully turns on when he's in frame. Everyone jokes about it. Your coworkers don't even know him, and they already know you're "the girl who's obsessed with her boyfriend," because you cannot go four sentences into small talk without somehow finding your way back to him.
It's been nine months of this particular insanity. Nine months since the boy who used to tie his shoelaces twice as slow just to walk beside you a little longer finally admitted that he'd been quietly, hopelessly gone on you since the first week of first year and somehow, impossibly, you'd been just as gone on him the whole time, neither of you brave enough to say it until uni stopped giving you excuses to dance around it.
You think about him constantly. Embarrassingly so. Mid-meeting, mid-shower, mid-sentence with someone else entirely, your brain will just — cut to him. The way his nose scrunches when he's trying not to smile. The way he says your name, like it's something rare, he still can't believe he gets to keep.
So when your phone rings and his name lights up the screen, you don't hesitate for even a fraction of a second — you've never once let his call go to voicemail in nine months, not once, because some unhinged, devoted part of you is permanently on standby for him and you've made peace with that about yourself.
"Ohyul," you breathe out, and just saying his name does something stupid and warm to your chest, "baby, what's up, are you okay?"
"Hey," he says. Soft. Too soft. "Are you enjoying the party?"
You already know something's wrong because his voice does this specific thing when he's hurting, gets smaller, gentler, like he's trying not to take up space even in his own sadness. You've memorized every register of his voice the way some people memorize song lyrics. You could pick him out of a thousand voices blind.
"It's boring without you," you say honestly, already drifting from the noise toward a quiet corner like your body is magnetized toward anywhere that lets you focus completely on him. "Everyone's just talking about nothing. I keep thinking about how much more fun it'd be if you were here being weird and feeding me from your plate."
A huff of breath that's trying so hard to be a laugh.
"I'll let you get back to it," he says. "Don't want to—"
A sniffle. Sharp, involuntary, the kind that escapes before pride can catch it.
Then silence. The call's ended.
Your whole body goes cold and electric at once. You don't even process the decision to leave — you're already moving, weaving through people you'll apologize to tomorrow, already outside hailing a cab with shaking hands, because the single most unbearable thought in your entire universe is Ohyul, hurting, alone, trying to hide it from you. You would set the building on fire to get to him faster if it meant shaving thirty seconds off this drive. You are not being dramatic. You would.
The fifteen-minute ride feels like a war of attrition between you and time itself.
The apartment is dim when you let yourself in, heart slamming, and you hear it before you see it — that quiet, hiccupping sound coming from the bedroom, and underneath it, barely audible, your name. Not called out. Just whispered. Like he needed to say it even with no one there to hear, like your name is something his body reaches for automatically when it's breaking.
You've never moved faster in your life.
He's curled on the bed, blanket fisted in one hand, shoulders shaking, and the second he sees you in the doorway his face does this awful, naked thing — caught, ashamed, trying to wipe his face like that erases the last ten minutes.
"Baby, you're supposed to be— I'm fine, I'm sorry, go back, you shouldn't have—"
"Don't," you say, voice cracking, already crawling onto the bed, already gathering him against you like physically closing the distance could undo whatever's hurting him. "Don't you dare tell me to go back. There is not a single universe where I choose a party over you. Not one. I would leave anything for you, do you understand that? Anything."
He folds into you like he's been waiting for permission, face pressed to your neck, and you feel the wet warmth of his tears against your skin and it nearly splits you open.
"I don't deserve how much you love me," he chokes out. "You could have anyone — someone stronger, more — I don't know, manly, someone who doesn't fall apart over nothing, and I've been in love with you since I was eighteen years old and too scared to even sit next to you on purpose, and now I have you and I'm terrified every single day that I'm going to wake up and you'll realize I'm not enough and—"
"Stop." You pull back just enough to grip his face in both hands, forcing him to look at you, and you're crying too now, openly, because you cannot hear him talk about himself like this and stay composed. "Stop talking about yourself like you're someone I tolerate. Ohyul. I am unwell about you. Do you understand that? I think about you constantly. I cannot get through a single day without you crossing my mind a hundred times. My coworkers make fun of me because I cannot stop talking about you. I am not being poetic, I mean this literally, no version of my life makes sense without you in the center of it."
"YN—"
"You ran forty minutes through pouring rain just to bring me an umbrella. You carried me two kilometers on your back when I twisted my ankle, joking the entire time so I wouldn't be scared. You kneel down and tie my shoelaces every single morning without me even asking, like it's instinct, like loving me has become something your body just does without permission from your brain." Your voice is shaking but you don't stop. "You think manliness is the absence of feeling. I think it's choosing me, gently, completely, every single day, and never once making me feel like a burden for needing you back."
He's full-on crying now, but he's also laughing, wet and disbelieving, like he can't hold both feelings without spilling over.
"I love you so much it doesn't feel safe," he admits. "Like I've built my entire life around you, and if you ever left, I don't know what would be left standing."
"Then it's a good thing I'm never finding out," you say fiercely, pulling him impossibly closer, "because I feel the exact same way about you. You're not just my boyfriend, Ohyul, you're the entire architecture of my life. I rearrange my whole day around the five minutes I get to see your face. I have never in my life been this insane over another person, and I never want to be normal about you. I want to stay exactly this unhinged, for as long as you'll let me."
He kisses you then — slow, shaky, tasting like salt and relief — and when he pulls back his forehead stays pressed to yours, breath mixing with yours like neither of you can stand even that much distance.
"You're the manliest, strongest, most impossibly perfect person I have ever known," you whisper against his mouth. "Not because you don't break. Because you let me see you when you do, and you trust me to put you back together every single time."
"I love you," he says, like it's not enough, like he wants to invent a bigger word and doesn't have one. "I love you, I love you—"
"I love you too," you breathe back, just as wrecked, just as gone. "More than that party. More than anything in that entire loud, empty room. More than anything that isn't you."
Outside, the city keeps moving without either of you noticing.
In here, there's only the two of you, tangled together, breathing each other in like oxygen — two people who fell so hopelessly, helplessly in love that it scares everyone around them, and who wouldn't trade that terror for anything in the world.
ohyul… who needs his hair played with 24/7. when both of you are together alone, he just lies next to you and nudges his head into your neck until you get the hint.
ohyul… who has a million random photos of you. not cute instagram-worthy photos (while they might seem that way to him) they’re just photos of you sleeping, eating a snack, or cooking something.
ohyul… who loves seeing you go out in his hoodies because nobody knows they’re his. (or so he thinks; the internet is connecting the dots :/ )
ohyul… who has all of your food and drink orders from every place written down in his notes app. when you ask for food somewhere, he never asks what you want. he either has it memorized or written down.
ohyul… who orders extra of his food when you say you’re not hungry because he knows you’ll try his and want it.
ohyul… is a “look at this” bf. he shows you or sends you every tiny thing he finds funny.
ohyul… who learns your groups choreos just to annoy you. he will randomly do your dance in the middle of a hallway and sing the songs in a weird voice.
