#ryul lngshot

louis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know, my sweet angel."

woojin.

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

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

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

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

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

"I do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course, my love."

ryul.

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

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

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

me: at the studio. you coming?

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

ry <3: i'll be there in 5

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

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

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

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

"I think so too. Wanna find out?"

"Bet."

ohyul.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, please..."

later, when everyone’s gone and the apartment is quieter, you bring it up,

you’re sitting on his couch, legs tucked under you, scrolling through your phone while he’s in the kitchen grabbing water,

when he comes back, he tosses the bottle onto the coffee table and drops down beside you like he always does,

too close to be accidental but too casual to comment on..

“so,” you say, not looking up, “a month?”

he chuckles immediately, “don’t start,”

you glance at him, eyebrow raised, “no, no, i’m impressed fr, didn’t know you had that kind of discipline,”

he narrows his eyes, “i do,”

you hum, not really convinced, “mm,”

and that does it,

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you shrug, still way too calm, “nothing, just- i don’t believe you,” you smirk

there’s a moment of silence, then he lets out a short laugh, “you don’t believe me?”

“not even a little,” you say sweetly,

“wow,”

“what?” you finally turn toward him fully now, resting your chin on your hand, “you’re telling me you could go a full month and not fold? not even once?”

“yes,”

“with me still around?”

he hesitates, just for a second, but you catch it,

and you grin to yourself,

“yeah,” he says quickly, “easily,”

“okay,” you nod, “prove it,”

he blinks, “what?”

“prove it,” you repeat, “a month. you and me,” you tilt your head, “but no hooking up,”

his expression shifts, suspicion creeping in, “that’s your condition?”

“mmhmm,”

“and you’re just gonna behave?”

you just smile,

which is answer enough,

he exhales through his nose, already regretting this, but his pride won’t let him back down now, “fine,”

“fine?”

“fine.”

you extend your hand, “bet,”

he looks at it, then at you, “what do i get when i win?”

“when?” you echo, amused,

“when,”

you think for a second, then lean in just a little, close enough that his attention drops to your lips automatically,

“you can pick,” you say softly,

he swallows,

“..and when you lose?” he asks,

you lean back again, “you admit i was right,”

he scoffs, shakes your hand, “easy,”

you squeeze once before letting go, “we’ll see,”

the first night after the bet starts feels.. exactly the same?

which is the problem,

you’re back at his place like nothing changed; shoes by the door, his hoodie already on you without asking, some random show playing that neither of you really care about,

it’s a routine at this point,

ryul drops onto the couch beside you, close enough that your thigh presses against his instantly,

there’s no weird distance, almost like the bet doesn’t exist,

you glance at him sideways, “thought you were gonna keep your distance,”

he snorts, leaning back like he already owns this things, “why would i?”

“self control,” you remind him lightly,

he turns his head, eyes dragging over you in a way that’s way too slow to be innocent, “i’ve got it baby,”

you hum, “sure,”

he just smirks and reaches over, tugging lightly at the sleeve of the hoodie you’re wearing, his hoodie, “you steal my clothes and then doubt me? crazy,”

“you let me,” you point out,

“yeah,” he shrugs, hand not moving away, fingers still mindlessly playing with the fabric near your wrist, “i’m generous,”

you bite back a smile,

a few minutes pass, but it doesn’t take long before things slip back into your usual routine,

his arm ends up casually slung along the back of the couch, fingers brushing your shoulder,

yours rest against his thigh like it’s second nature, outlining the letters on his pants absentmindedly,

every now and then he glances at you, not subtle at all, just quick little looks that linger a second too long before he looks back at the screen,

like he’s checking something,

and you notice, so you shift a little closer,

just enough,

his hand slides from the couch to your shoulder properly this time, thumb brushing back and forth like he’s not even thinking about it,

“you’re very touchy for someone on a ‘break,’” you mumble,

he laughs under his breath, “i got this,”

“oh, we’re bending rules already?”

“not bending,” he says, squeezing your shoulder once before letting his hand drift down your arm, “i can touch you, just not have you,”

you tilt your head, watching him now instead of the tv, “mm, sounds like excuses,”

“sounds like you’re trying to get in my head,” he shoots back,

you smile, “is it working?”

he meets your eyes, completely unfazed,

“not even a little,”

bold, but you like that, so you push just a little,

you lean into him more, resting your head against his shoulder like it’s nothing, your hand shifts on his thigh, fingers pressing slightly before going still again,

he doesn’t react right away, just keeps watching the screen,

but his jaw tightens for a split second,

it’s small and easy to miss.

you don’t say anything, you just stay there, and after a moment, his hand comes up, hooking under your chin, tilting your face toward him,

“you’re trying something right now,” he murmurs,

you raise a brow, “and?”

he huffs a quiet laugh, eyes flicking down to your lips, “and ut’s not subtle,”

“good,” you smile, “i wasn’t trying to be,”

his eyes flicker down to your lips again and then he kisses you,

like he always does; confident, unhurried, like he knows exactly what he’s doing,

no hesitation or second guessing at all,

his hand slides from your chin to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he deepens it just slightly, testing the line without crossing it,

you kiss him back just as easily, but slower, your fingers curl lightly into his shirt, tugging him closer for half a second,

and he lets you, that’s the thing, he leans in and follows, almost like he forgot,

but before you can deepen it more, he stops.

just barely, you actually feel it more than you see it, that small shift, that pause where he pulls himself back without actually pulling away,

his so called ‘discipline’,

you pull back first this time, just enough to look at him,

“..that’s it?” you ask softly, amused,

he exhales a quiet laugh, forehead almost bumping yours, “yeah,”

his hand drops from your face, but instead of moving away, it settles on your waist, as casual as ever,

“you’re gonna have to try harder than that,” he adds, voice low, a little amused,

you raise an eyebrow, “don’t be so cocky,”

“i’m not,”

his grip on your waist tightens just slightly, just enough to say he’s actually so sure of himself,

you lean back into the couch again like nothing happened, but your foot hooks lightly around his ankle this time, like you’re keeping him right there,

“all that big talk,” you say, almost to yourself.

ryul chuckles, shaking his head, but he doesn’t move away,

if anything, he settles in closer and you glance at him, smiling,

“we’ll see how long that confidence lasts,”

he looks at you again, that same cocky expression settling back into place like it never left,

“a month,” he reminds you,

you tilt your head,

“we’re still on day one big guy,”

a week in, group hangouts turn out to be his safe zone, or at least ‘safer’

there’s noise, distractions, people constantly talking over each other,

someone always handing him a drink, pulling him into a conversation, dragging his attention somewhere that isn’t you, and he uses it of course,

he sits across the room instead of next to you for once, stretched out in a chair with one of his friends, laughing at something dumb like everything is normal,

like you aren’t watching him and like he doesn’t keep glancing over anyway,

but you stay where you are, tucked into the couch with the others, talking and laughing, existing just out of reach,

it’s subtle but it works,

“yo,” someone suddenly says, looking between the two of you, “why are you two sitting so far apart?”

you don’t even look up, but you feel the shift in attention,

“yeah,” another voice joins in, almlst amused, “did something happen or what?”

you glance over,

but ryul just leans back in his chair, completely relaxed, like the question doesn’t mean anything,

“nothing happened,” he says, casual, and his eyes flick to you for half a second,

“we’re good,”

you raise a brow slightly, but you don’t say anything,

he just smirks faintly, like that settled it,

but later, when you’re leaving his hand finds your lower back for a second, guiding you past someone in the doorway,

it’s quick and familiar, a tiny bit unnecessary, but just enough for him to ease himself a little

7 days in, your phone starts ringing as soon as you step foot inside your own home,

and of course, it was ryul, asking you to come over,

by the time you get to his place, iyou don’t knock, you never do actually,

you just push the door open and step inside, heels clicking softly against the floor,

“ryu-“

you turn around towards the hallway but he’s already there, like he was waiting,

he rounds the corner from the living room, phone still in his hand, and whatever he was about to say-

just stops?

it’s not subtle this time,

his eyes drag over you slowly, taking in everything; your dress, the way it fits, your hair still done, your makeup just slightly softer now but still there,

and you watch it happen,

the small pause, the shift in his face,

you lean lightly against the door after closing it behind you, “what?”

he huffs a quiet breath, like he’s resetting himself, stepping closer slightly, “you just came from dinner?”

“mm,” you hum,

“dressed like that?”

you tilt your head, “like what,”

“nothing,” he says easily, but his hand is already on your waist, pulling you in just a little,

liar.

you barely get another word out before he leans down and kisses you,

it happens so fast and easily, like he didn’t even think about it,

his hand slides from your waist to your lower back, pulling you closer, fingers pressing in like he needs to check if you’re real or something,

your hands come up automatically, resting against his chest,

but he doesn’t keep it light,

he never does, and the kiss lingers longer than it should,

his other hand drifts, slow and natural like he’s not even aware of it, along your side, brushing over the fabric of your dress, then settling at your hip,

it feels familiar, too familiar and for a second, it almost feels like nothing’s changed,

until you pull back just slightly,

his lips follow yours like a magnet,

then stop, and you see it, that small pause where it clicks again,

the bet.

you smile, “missed me?” you murmur,

he lets out a quiet laugh, thumb brushing once against your hip before his hand drops, “you wish,”

you raise a brow,

he just smirks like he didn’t just get caught,

“you look good,” he adds, more casually this time but his eyes give him away,

you hum, stepping past him, “i know,”

you don’t give him time to settle,

you move around his place like always, dropping your bag, fixing your hair in the mirror, adjusting the strap of your dress just slightly,

very aware of him watching but he tries not to make it obvious,

he fails of course,

so he does what he always does when something gets a little too close; he distracts himself,

“i’m getting on,” he mutters after a minute, grabbing his controller and headset,

you glance at him over your shoulder, “already?”

“they’ve been waiting,”

“mm,” you say, turning back toward the hallway, “okay,”

you pause at the bathroom door, then look back at him,

“i’m gonna take a shower,

he nods once, already half focused on his game and you linger a second,

“you can join, you know,”

he freezes for half a second, barely noticeable, before scoffing quietly,

“nah,” he says, not even looking at you now as he puts his headset on, “i’m good,”

you smile to yourself, “your loss,” and then you disappear into the bathroom,

by the time you come back out, the apartment is filled with noise,

his game, his friends talking through the headset, the sound of buttons clicking rapidly under his fingers,

he’s relaxed again or at least pretending to be,

you lean against the wall for a second, watching him, then you walk over,

and without asking you climb onto his lap, it’s natural and easy, like it’s second nature, like you’ve done it a hundred times before, because you have,

he reacts instantly, hands coming up to your waist to steady you as you settle, adjusting slightly so you’re comfortable,

“you don’t-” he starts, but it trails off when you shift, getting properly settled,

you hum softly, leaning back into him, “what?”

he exhales through his nose, but there’s a hint of a smile there as he readjusts his grip on the controller, “nothing,”

his hands don’t move away,

you let it sit for a moment, let him get comfortable again, then you lean your head slightly to the side, giving him access without saying a word,

he notices, a small second passes, two..

then he dips his head, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then another, closer to your jaw,

casual but dangerous,

you tilt your head just a little more, your fingers lightly rest over his forearm, tracing nothing in particular,

he keeps playing, keeps pretending this is easy, so you test it,

your lips brush his neck, slow and barely there, but his reaction is instant,

a sharp inhale, almost swallowed down as his grip on your waist tightens before he forces it to relax again,

“don’t start,” he mutters under his breath, eyes still glued to the screen,

you smile faintly against his skin, “i’m not doing anything,”

but you pause, just long enough for him to think you’re done,

then you do it again, slower this time, more intentional,

his head tilts back slightly before he catches himself, jaw tightening as he exhales through his nose,

someone says his name through the headset,

and he answers, barely tho,

you shift on his lap so both your legs are on either side of his, straddling him in his chair,

and this time, he reacts

his hands press into your waist again, fingers tightening as if to keep you still, but they linger there, holding you in place a second too long,

“stop moving,” he mutters, more to himself than you,

you press another kiss just below his ear, softer this time

your kiss along his jaw, back down to his neck, pressing small open mouthed kisses on the exposed skin,

you hum softly, the feeling sending immediate shivers down his spine and as if that’s not doing its job yet, you move your lower body,

the sudden movement of your hips rolling against his was enough,

“fuck-“ he breathes quietly, pulled out of his little gaming bubble,

grabbing a fist full of his hair, you slightly pull his head back, giving you a better angle to his neck,

one of his hands slide down to your ass, pushing you down against himself, and you respond immediately, rolling your hips a couple more times as his grip only tightens slightly,

it doesn’t take long before he leans forward, grabbing his mic,

“hold on,” he says quickly, and then,

click. muted. silence.

and within a second, his attention snaps to you completely,

his other hand immediately slides more firmly against your ass, pulling you closer as he turns his head, catching your lips without hesitation,

this kiss isn’t casual, at all

it’s been building and you feel it, the way he leans into it, the way his grip tightens, the way he forgets for a second,

you kiss him back just enough to keep him there, your hand sliding lightly up his arm,

your mouths are moving in an almost perfect synchronized way, and ryul sighs against your lips, pressing you almost impossible closer, wanting to feel you more and more

his hands roam up and down your sides, slightly lifting up your shirt in the process,

his fingers feel soft yet so warm as it comes in contact with your bare skin, an almost tingling sensation at the little touch of skin to skin after what feels like forever,

tbh you don’t even know how many minutes have passed,

for a moment, it’s like the bet doesn’t exist at all, like he’s already lost and doesn’t care,

but then.. he stops, it’s not as clean this time, there’s not as much control,

he pulls back just slightly, breath uneven, forehead hovering near yours as he exhales,

you can feel how close he was to not stopping, his hands are still on you, still holding you, his fingers pressing into your skin like letting go would be worse,

he mutters something under his breath, shaking his head once, like he’s forcing himself back into place,

it takes a second before he looks at you properly again, his lips still a little red and swollen, his eyes holding that same strong gaze as he always has,

“we’re not doing that,” he says, quieter now, but firm,

you tilt your head, lips still too close, “doing what?”

he lets out a short, breathless laugh, “you know what,”

there’s a small pause, then just a little smug again, trying to take his control back, “nice try tho,”

you smile slowly, because you know he almost didn’t stop,

and when he unmutes his mic, going back to his game like nothing happened,

he holds you close and firm against him, not letting you move, not quite trusting himself tbh,

he’s still holding on, but it’s definitely getting harder..

by the time you end up in his bed, it feels routine like it always does,

you don’t even question it anymore, just slipping under the covers, turning onto your side, back facing him like it’s second nature,

“you take up too much space,” he mutters as he climbs in behind you, voice rough with sleep and something else,

“you have a whole bed,” you mumble back,

“yeah,” he says, shifting closer, “and you’re still in my spot,”

you only chuckle softly,

there’s space between you at first, not much, but enough to say this is different now,

enough to remind both of you about the bet and the distance that should be kept..

it stays like that for a minute.. maybe two,

then you shift, just slightly, your back brushing his chest like it was accidental, but it isn’t,

his reaction is immediate tho,

his arm slides around your waist without hesitation, pulling you back into him until there’s no space left at all, like his body decided before his brain could catch up,

he shifts slightly so your body fits into his like it belongs there,

it’s natural and easy.. but also dangerous,

you stay still for a second, feeling the way his hand settles against your stomach, fingers flexing once like he’s grounding himself,

his breath hits the back of your neck, slow at first but not for long,

you move again, subtle and gentle, your leg shifting back just enough to brush against his,

his grip tightens immediately,

“..go to sleep,” he murmurs, voice low, a little rougher than before,

you hum, like you’re already half asleep,

he lets out a soft breath against your skin, something between a laugh and frustration,

but he doesn’t move away, if anything, he pulls you closer, like he’s giving in to this part, at least

and for someone who said this would be easy,

.. he stays awake a long time

that next day, he insists on coming to your place,

he wasn’t supposed to stay over, but he did and now he’s in your kitchen, watching you like he’s trying to figure something out,

you’re wearing one of his shirts, moving around like he’s not even there, just doing your thing, like this isn’t new,

“you’re staring again,” you say, glancing over your shoulder,

“can you blame me?” he replies, pushing off the wall and walking toward you,

“yes,”

he huffs a quiet laugh, stopping just behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of him against you,

“you look like this,” he says, gesturing vaguely, “and you expect me not to?”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t move away, “it’s just a shirt,”

“yeah,” he murmurs, closer now, his hand brushing your hip as he steps in, “my shirt,”

the touch lingers longer than it needs to,

and you turn slightly so you’re face to face, closer than necessary,

and his gaze immediately drops to your lips before coming back up to your eyes,

and before you can react, his lips were on yours,

but compared to the other rather.. intense kisses you shared the last few days, this one is a lot slower,

soft and gentle, less about habit, more about.. something else?

his hand settles at your waist, pulling you in just enough to feel it,

you kiss him back, just as slow and quiet, and for a second, it feels different..

it’s not rushed, there’s no teasing, it’s something softer, something that lingers in a way it hasn’t before,

he pulls back eventually, but not far, his forehead almost rests against yours as he exhales,

“..you ever think we’re making this harder than it needs to be?” he murmurs,

you blink at him, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

he shrugs slightly, like he didn’t just say something that sounds a lot like a question,

“you know, like.. us?” he murmers quietly,

“what do you mean?”

he sighs softly, shaking his head, his hands still on yours waist, “nothing, nvm,”

there’s a pause, then he steps back, like he caught himself,

and just like that.. the moment’s gone,

but not really..

the next time you’re out with friends, it’s louder, more crowded, harder to keep track of where everyone is,

by now, it’s obvious something’s off, not to everyone, maybe.. but enough people notice,

and you definitely do, because ryul isn’t even pretending anymore,

he’s literally everywhere you are,

not in a clingy way, he’d never let it look like that, but every time you pass him, his hand finds you,

your waist, your lower back, your arm,

quick touches, like habits he can’t break, like he’s not even thinking about it anymore,

“bro,” someone laughs at one point, watching him track you across the room, “you good?”

“yeah,” he says automatically,

but he’s not even looking at them, he’s looking at you, again,

you notice, so you make it worse,

you don’t go to him, you just pass by him,

once, twice,

each time just close enough that he can reach you if he wants to, but not letting him do it quite yet,

until eventually,

he does

as you walk past him, his hand catches your wrist mid step, stopping you completely before you can slip past again,

“where do you think you’re going?” he asks, voice low, almost amused, but there’s something tighter underneath now,

you glance down at his hand, then back at him, “i’m getting a drink,”

“mm,” he hums, not letting go, his thumb brushes over your wrist slowly, unnecessarily,

you tilt your head, “you gonna let me?”

he doesn’t answer right away, just looks at you, like really really looks at you,

and then, without breaking eye contact-

his hand slides from your wrist to your waist, pulling you closer until you’re standing right infront of him,

“ryul,” you murmur, but there’s a smile there,

he exhales quietly, like he’s already losing patience, with you, with himself, with this whole thing he himself started,

“stop walking away from me,” he mutters, “i haven’t seen you all night,”

“make me stay, then,”

bad idea,

and you see it happen, the small shift, something in his expression tightens just slightly before he moves,

his hand presses at your waist, guiding you down, until you right onto his lap, straddling him, smooth enough that it doesn’t draw too much attention,

even though you’re in a room full of people, it just looks like another casual moment, except it’s not..

because the second you settle, you feel it, the way his body reacts instantly,

the way he goes still for a second before forcing himself to relax again,

you grin immediately, and his grip on your waist tightens as you push yourself down on his .. not so subtle tent in his pants,

but he doesn’t push you away, he’s just holding you there,

“don’t do that,” he breathes under his breath,

you lean in just slightly, close enough that your voice doesn’t carry,

“thought you had self control,” you smirk,

his jaw tightens, “i do,”

you shift, subtle but not really, just enough to press closer, to make it impossible to ignore,

his fingers dig into your waist for a second before easing, like he’s trying not to react,

and failing..

“you’re doing this on purpose,” he says quietly,

you hum, “and what exactly am i doing?”

he lets out a short breath, head tilting back for a second like he’s trying to reset, but when he looks at you again, it’s different,

it’s less controlled,

“you’re gonna make me lose,” he mutters,

you smile slowly, “sounds like you’re already losing,”

and .. that does it,

his hand comes up to your jaw a second before you even realize what he’s about to do,

not rough, but firm enough that it stills you,

his thumb presses lightly just under your chin, tilting your face up toward him while his other hand tightens at your waist, pulling you closer, even closer than before, like he’s already forgetting where you are,

for a split second, he just looks at you, eyes flicking between yours, then dropping, slowly to your lips,

you can feel the small hesitation, not doubt, just that thin line he’s been trying so hard not to cross,

you don’t help, if anything, you lean in just a fraction, barely noticeable,

but that’s all it takes,

he closes the distance in one smooth motion, kissing you like he’s been thinking about it for too long,

his grip tightening at your waist as your lips meet, like he’s grounding himself in it, like he needs to,

you kiss him back just as easily, matching the energy, letting it linger,

until it deepens, almost unconsciously,

his head tilts slightly, his thumb shifting along your jaw as his other hand pulls you closer against him without thinking,

like he forgot, like he actually forgot for a second,

and the dangerous part?

he doesn’t stop right away.

there’s a moment, clear as anything, where he leans into it more, where the kiss slows just enough to feel intentional, to feel like it’s turning into something else,

his grip tightens again, holding you there, keeping you right where he wants you,

and for that second, he’s gone, completely,

you can feel it in the way he doesn’t pull back, in the way he lingers, in the way his control slips just enough to show,

then it hits him all at once, his breath catches slightly against your lips as he pauses, just barely, and you feel the shift before you see it,

he pulls back a fraction, not far, just enough to break it, but his hand doesn’t leave your face, his other one doesn’t leave your waist,

he stays close, forehead nearly touching yours as he exhales quietly, like he’s trying to steady himself,

almost like he’s annoyed at himself.

“..yeah,” he mutters under his breath, almost a laugh, but not really,

his thumb brushes once along your jaw again, slower this time,

then he leans back just enough to look at you properly, something in his expression tighter now, less controlled than he wants it to be,

“you’re actually a problem,” he says quietly, but his hand is still on you, like he hasn’t fully let go yet, like he’s not sure he can,

the room comes back into focus around him, all the voices and laughter,

all the people,

“…shit,” he exhales under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he leans back slightly,

but his other hand stays on your waist, doesn’t move, like letting go would make it even harder for him,

“go get your drink,” he mutters, quieter now, “before i stop you again,”

you slide off his lap slowly, on purpose, and he watches you the entire time,

like it takes everything in him not to pull you back,

his eyes follow your every move for the rest of the night.. and slowly but surely, he can feel himself getting more and more troubled by this whole thing

.. that he started himself

by the time you’re back at his place, it’s late but tonight feels different,

he’s already off, you noticed it the second you walked in, the way his attention sticks to you longer than usual,

the way his hands linger when he touches you, the way he’s just .. not as controlled as he’s been trying to be,

you being you, you push it, obviously, you always do,

and when you eventually disappear into the bathroom, turning the shower on, you don’t think much of it,

until you do,

because not even a minute later the door opens,

you don’t turn around right away because honestly you don’t have to, you can feel his presence and the shift in the air,

“..you’re joking,” you say lightly, glancing over your shoulder,

he’s already stepping inside, his clothes somewhere on the floor, closing the door of the shower behind him like he’s made up his mind,

there was no hesitation or pretending left in his body,

“you said a month,” you add, turning slightly to face him now, arms crossed loosely, “what happened to all that confidence?”

he lets out a quiet breath, dragging a hand through his damp hair, eyes already on you,

“shut up,” he murmers

you raise a brow, that was, what- two weeks? not even?”he huffs a short laugh, stepping closer, “you’re counting?”

“of course i am,” you say sweetly, “i didn’t think you’d fold this fast, though, kinda disappointing,”

he stops right in front of you now, close enough that you have to tilt your head up slightly to look at him,

“disappointing?” he repeats, low,

you just hum, you glance at him, just a little smug, “thought you had self control,”

there’s a pause, then he laughs, quiet and almost disbelieving,

“yeah,” he says, shaking his head slightly, “well, that was before you decided to make it your personal mission to ruin it,”

you smile, “so it’s my fault now?”

“yeah,” he says immediately, stepping even closer, “it is,”

your brows lift, “wow,”

“you show up like that,” he continues, voice lower now, more focused, “keep pushing me every chance you get-“ his hand comes up, settling at your waist again, but this time, there’s no restraint behind it,

“-and i’m supposed to just what? ignore it?”

you tilt your head, teasing still, “you said you could,”

he exhales, a quiet laugh slipping out as his grip tightens slightly, “yeah,” he murmurs, “turns out i can’t,”

he looks at you, then softer;

“not with you,”

that’s the moment it shifts, fully,

because this time he doesn’t stop himself, he doesn’t pull back,

he just leans in, closing the distance like he’s done fighting it,

like he’s done pretending he has any control left at all, and yeah,

he lost,

but at this point?

he doesn’t care anymore

his hand tightens at your waist, pulling you closer like there’s no space left for second thoughts, like if he lets you go now he might actually regret it,

his forehead brushes yours for a second, breath uneven, a quiet exhale leaving him like something finally snapped into place,

you don’t move and neither does he,

there’s this heavy pause, thick with everything that’s been building for weeks, where neither of you says anything, but it’s all there anyway,

his gaze drops again, slower this time, more deliberate, like he’s not even trying to hide it anymore,

the water hits the both of you as the shower starts to slowly steam up the air more and more,

“so,” you murmur softly, lips barely brushing his, “now what?”

there’s a beat, a small one, but heavy,

his eyes drop to your lips again, slower this time, like he’s not even pretending to look away anymore, then back up,

and something in his expression settles, like he’s deciding,

his thumb presses into your waist just slightly, but almost claiming,

“now?” he repeats quietly,

a faint, almost amused breath leaves him, “now you,”

it’s not teasing anymore or something he’s playing off, it lands differently,

and by the way his hand tightens, the way he pulls you just a little closer again, the way he leans in like there’s no second guessing left,

makes it very clear,

whatever he was holding back before?

he’s done with that,

completely

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