#ryul fluff

The rain gently pattered against your dark living-room window as you sat in your apartment on the couch, scrolling, waiting for the boyfriend you loved so much.

You and Ryul Kim have been dating for three years and things between you two have been intense and passionate.

The first encounter between you two was at y’all’s high school. You were the well known studious junior while Ryul was the popular and mysterious junior who barely attended class. Rumors went around that he was an underground rapper, and of course this peeked your interest. So one day, somehow, you asked him about the rumors and you guys started talking.

Quickly, like the teenagers you were, you two fell in-love. It was a friends to lovers kind of thing but it became so much more fast than originally expected.

Now, it had been over three years and a new chapter of your lives was coming. The 20’s part of your life chapter. You wanted to spend more chapters of your life with Ryul despite his busy schedule.

Yes, he was actually a rapper. Yes, he wasn’t just any rapper, but the main rapper of a kpop group named Lngshot.

When Lngshot debuted, you were just happy to see your boyfriend finally making the dreams he worked so hard for. Clearly, he sacrificed his high school and college life for this.

Ryul was normally always busy with his group, out partying or out performing. You just wanted him to be happy as long as he stayed loyal to you. And loyal was what you believed he was as Ryul always took the time to see you when he wasn’t so busy.

Everything seemed perfect, yet strangely off. It was like the perfect home with occasional drips from the celling. But that happened because that was what you expected from his home. Nothing else was off about it. Or at least, you didn’t notice anything off.

3 years into a relationship with no arguments? You understood that he was away a lot but even when he was back for the summer, absolutely no arguments? Maybe you two were soulmates and soulmates never argued, but that didn’t make sense. Maybe you two were so compatible that no arguments came unless needed. Yeah, that could be the case…

Knock knock knock

Oh yes it was that part of your week. The week when your boyfriend Ryul comes over, relaxes and maybe has a few drinks if feeling tense.

You quickly got up from the couch to open your front door, an excited smile plastered on your face.

There he was, your adorable man. His features were less soft and more sharp now that you two were getting older. He had dyed his hair with highlights of blonde and it went well with his fresh mullet style. Golden skin, downturned dark brown eyes you could drown in, charming smirk and his sharp jawline. Can’t forget his cute ears that are almost like those of an elf’s.

His arms were already open for the warmest hug and you didn’t waste a second getting into his warm embrace.

“Mm, missed you so much baby.” He mumbled against your shoulder as he leaned into the hug.

“I missed you more.” You whispered back.

“Prove it.” He challenged, voice getting deeper as it always did when he got playful with you.

You quickly yanked him inside of your apartment and he kicked the door shut behind him, locking it with a click.

You quickly leaned in to give him a soft, loving kiss but he slid his tounge into yours, turning it into something deep and passionate. You moaned as you kissed him back with the same kind of intensity, and he used his large hands to steady your waist and pull you closer.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, his energy shifted and he pulled back. He seemed almost guilty of something.

You were very confused at his withdrawal but didn’t feel like questioning him at the moment. This was the one time in a while he gets to visit you, don’t ruin everything with your own mind, you told yourself.

“Wait baby, I’m kind of in the mood to get drunk. Can we do that?” Ryul asked you, sleepy brown eyes meeting yours. He had a soft smile but he didn’t seem okay.

“Yeah sure. But I’m curious, why?” You asked, confused to why he pulled away so suddenly and confused to why he felt the need to drink. Did you do something wrong?

“Just stress with work…” he sighed deeply, mumbling the words out like he didn’t feel like explaining himself. You looked at his face and you could tell that it was more than just that. You’ve known him for 3 years, it was kind of hard not to tell his lies.

Whatever, he’ll tell you later right?

You went upstairs to head to your dinner table. Ryul quietly followed behind, rubbing his hands together out of nervous habit.

————-

To make things fun, you two decided to play a simple drinking game. Uno but everytime you picked from the deck, you took a small sip of tequila.

Thunder suddenly shook the room. You jumped, startled by the sound and Ryul by command gripped your shoulders to steady you. I guess the soft rain was becoming more of a thunder storm. The weather app said it would rain all night…

———-

As the game progressed, you both were seeing colors and giggling as if drinks and the two of you were all that was needed to maintain a stable relationship.

Ryul was giggling softly and covering his face for no particular reason, he was just very drunk and you were no better.

“Wait b-babee, t-tell me a secret~” Ryul slurred out while swaying side to side in the chair. He looked so much hotter and cuter drunk and carefree. You wanted nothing more but to drunk cuddle with him while watching the rain.

“Hmm. I-I, fuck!” Your head was throbbing but you did your best to ignore the feeling. You groaned while trying to form a thought.

“I cry into your clothes when I miss- I smell your clothes.” You slurred drunkly.

Ryul chuckled, he was pleased to hear what you said and yet felt all the more guilty for his own secret. He’s been wanting to get this off his chest for a while and made an excuse to get drunk and confess. He knew this would go horribly but he didn’t want to lie to you anymore.

“Hmm- Now-w you tell m-me yours.” You smiled and slurred playfully, still very drunk and head still throbbing like hell, but you wanted to hear what he was going to say.

…

“W-when I miss you. I-I uh.” He bit his nail and then continued closing his eyes. Ryul being so drunk made him act so much more obvious with his emotions.

“B-baby, I-I sleep with girls. S-so many of them…W-when youre-e not around~”

The world around you shattered and the effects of the tequila was wearing off already, making you feel so much worse. His confession felt like a slap in the face.

“Are you j-joking?” You questioned quietly. You still slurred your words as you couldn’t help it, but you could form more thoughts.

“N-no~” he looked down.

Your head throbbed. You didn’t like this.

“Why would you play me?” Your voice cracked, soberness somehow kicking in from the real ness of it all. Ryul, he stayed drunk and giggly, but it was all a defense on his part.

“I-I-I didnt mm- I pretend it’s like you and like-“

“Can you get out of my house? We’re over, Ryul.” You cut him off.

“Mmm but I’m drunk.” He whined, trying not to cry because he knew he fucked it up.

“Yeah and you cheated sober.” You shot back.

Those words punctured right through his armored heart. He knew it was the truth, he knew it was wrong, he knew he loved you but still failed to stay loyal, and he knew he should leave.

Ryul slowly got up from his chair, still lightly chuckling to himself but tears quickly fell from his eyes like the rain outside. Why was he the one crying anyways? He cheated.

He wobbled and swayed as he walked. The room was spinning and his small heart was beating so fast for different reasons.

- -

When Ryul tried to go down your stairs, he ended up passing out and tumbling down.

———

That rainy night, you called Ohyul, one of Ryul’s band members to come and pick him up from your apartment. You didn’t explain anything to Ohyul or give him any contextual information whatsoever. You were still hurting and hated what Ryul did to you. You preferred not to even talk about it.

The rain started to sound like it was just laughing at you. How could you not see this coming? Why did he wait to tell you now? How long as he been sleeping around?

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Post breakup:

Fans noticed how Ryul looked more cold and distant on stage. He would miss lots of fan events and whenever he was there, he’d often zone out and close himself off from the world. No one knew the actual reason why, they just blamed it on the harsh idol industry and how they’re treating him within the company.

Ryul didn’t even tell his band members what happened because he knew he was in the wrong. Nobody but you two knew the truth.

He wished they’d all know. His situation was so much more deep for him than his job and idol life, especially being a lover boy.

He knew that the reason for his sadness was all his fault.

———————

"why are you staring at me like that?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

a lop-sided grin spreading across his face. he didn't look away. he just leaned back against his chair, scanning your eyes with an annoyingly amount of mischief.

"is it working?" he asked.

"is what working?"

"the staring." he stood up and stepped closer to your direction.

your breath hitched slightly as he stopped right in front of you, too close, as usual.

"you look nervous," he murmured.

"i'm not."

"you are."

"no, i'm not." LIES, you are nervous.

he hummed, tilting his head a little like he was studying you.

"your ears are red."

"...shut up."

he laughed softly, satisfied, like he just proved a point.

and there it was again.

that stupid feeling in your chest.

· · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · ·

you were both sitting on your bed now, backs pressed against the wall, legs stretched out in front of you, a random movie playing in the background that neither of you were actually paying attention to. it had been on for what, like an hour? maybe more? and somehow, you still had no idea what it was about because the two of you kept getting distracted, talking over it, pausing it, then forgetting to press play again.

and at some point, the conversation had completely derailed into nonsense.

like actual nonsense.

something about whether cereal counts as soup. (it doesn’t.)

"you’re wrong," ryul said, nudging your shoulder.

"i’m literally right. i'm always right."

"nope. liquid base. solid contents. that’s soup."

"then by your logic, boba is soup."

he turned his head so fast it almost made you laugh.

"...don’t start."

"i’m just applying your logic."

"you’re twisting it."

"no, you just hate being wrong."

he scoffed, but there was already a smile creeping onto his face, like he knew exactly where this was going and didn’t mind it one bit.

and you noticed it again.

how easy this was.

like talking to him didn’t require effort, like laughing with him came naturally, like the space between you always somehow disappeared without either of you noticing.

and maybe that’s why it felt dangerous, because it didn’t feel like something you could control.

"what?" you muttered.

"...nothing."

he didn’t look away.

you swallowed.

"ryul."

"hm?"

"it’s late."

"so?"

"so… go home."

he blinked once.

then leaned his head back against the wall, sighing dramatically.

"wow."

"what?"

"you’re kicking me out now?"

"i’m not kicking you out, i’m telling you to go home like a normal person."

"i am a normal person."

"no, normal people don’t stay until 2 a.m. just to argue about cereal."

"...it’s important."

you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t miss the smirk that’s still on his lips.

or how he didn’t move. at all.

"ryul."

"yeah?"

"...just say goodnight and go."

he turned his head slightly, looking at you again.

"what if i don’t want to?"

your heart did something stupid. like completely forgetting how to function.

"then that’s your problem," you said, a little too quickly.

he smiled faintly.

"you’re mean."

"you’re annoying."

"and yet you let me stay."

"...barely..."

he let out a soft chuckle, then shifted closer. his shoulder pressing against yours again.

"you know," he started, voice quieter now, "you could just say you like having me here."

you froze.

"...i don’t."

"liar."

"shut up."

he laughed under his breath.

and then, he stood up.

finally.

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

"see? was that so hard?" you muttered.

he stretched his arms above his head, then grabbed his jacket.

"yeah, yeah."

you walked him to the door, trying to ignore the weird feeling creeping up in your chest. like something was about to happen.

he opened the door, but didn’t step out. instead, he turned back to you.

"goodnight," he said.

"goodnight."

he didn’t move.

you frowned slightly. "ryul—"

"hey."

"...what?"

he hesitated. just for a second. which was rare.

then—

you stepped forward.

and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

your heart immediately started racing like you just did something illegal.

"...there," you muttered, avoiding his eyes. "goodnight."

silence.

you dared to look up.

ryul hadn’t moved.

completely frozen, hand still on the doorknob, eyes wide in a way you’ve never seen before.

"...you just—"

"don’t make it a big deal," you cut him off quickly, already embarrassed.

he blinked. once. twice.

then a slow grin started forming on his face.

"wow."

"shut up."

"you kissed me."

"it was on the cheek."

"still counts."

you groaned, trying to push him out the door. "just go home."

but he didn’t budge.

instead, he leaned down slightly.

and before you could react, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. mirroring you.

"...now it’s even," he murmured.

your brain short-circuited.

"ryul—"

"goodnight," he said again, this time softer, a little smile still on his lips.

and then, he finally left.

leaving you standing there, frozen in place. your cheek still warm. heart beating way too fast.

because now, everything definitely changed. and honestly? you’re not sure if you want it to go back to how it was before.

(but also… you’re kinda screwed.)

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i’m backkkkk!! thank you guys so much for all the love on my jeno drabble that i posted exactly a month ago 🥹 i seriously didn’t expect it to get that many likes, it made me so happy hehe.

i’ve been so obsessed with lngshot latelyyyy, especially ryul & ohyul, so i decided to write a little something!