ryul wasn't angry. he'd like that to be known. he was simply... annoyed. well, slightly. maybe a little? or a lot.
the problem was that nobody seemed interested in taking him seriously.
earlier that afternoon, the members, especially woojin the ragebaiter had spent nearly an hour making fun of him after louis accidentally found an entire album of your pictures in his phone. because according to them, having exactly seven hundred and three pictures of your girlfriend was apparently concerning.
but down bad ryul completely disagrees.
"she's my girlfriend," ryul repeated, looking mildly offended that even he had to explain himself.
the slight furrow between his brows made it obvious that having an album of his girlfriend's pictures is simply reasonable.
"that's not helping," woojin immediately replied.
"hyung, normal people don't have that many pictures."
"i'm literally normal," ryul casually replied.
"hyung... you have screenshots." woojin stated.
"literally screenshots of y/n noona's instagram post before you even knew her. that's creepy."
after that, ryul had stopped participating in the conversation entirely.
which was how he ended up sitting alone, phone in hand, on one end of the couch several hours later with a very obvious frown on his face.
the moment you stepped into the room, you noticed immediately.
honestly, it would've been difficult not to.
ryul wasn't even trying to hide it.
he was sitting there with his jaw resting against his fist, staring blankly at his phone while everyone else talked around him. every now and then he'd sigh dramatically for absolutely no reason before shifting positions and looking mildly offended by life itself.
you already knew what happened, because louis had texted you.
you almost laughed, then you walked over. and ryul noticed instantly.
of course he did.
his eyes followed you from the moment you entered the room, though he quickly looked away the second you glanced in his direction.
without saying a word, you sat beside him. close, not touching. but close enough that your shoulders almost brushed.
ryul immediately shifted. away from you.
"...did you just move away from me?"
"no."
he absolutely had. you bit back a smile.
"ryul, are you sulking?"
"no."
he answered far too quickly.
"right."
silence. a few seconds passed, then another.
eventually, you leaned over slightly and rested your head against his shoulder.
immediatelyβyou felt him freeze.
for a moment, he didn't move at all. didn't say anything. didn't even look at you.
then, very slowly, his shoulders relaxed beneath your weight.
and after another second, he tilted his head just enough for it to rest lightly against yours.
we're making some progress.
"you know," you said softly, "i think it's cute."
ryul narrowed his eyes.
"what is?"
"the photo album."
"...they told you?"
"louis sent me some screenshots."
his expression immediately became horrified. which finally made you laugh.
"baby, that's private."
"seven hundred pictures, huh?"
"it's not even that much."
you burst out laughing.
and just like that, the pout deepened.
"stop."
before he could complain again, you reached over and gently grabbed his face with both hands. completely trapping him.
ryul blinked. once. twice. all thoughts immediately gone.
"ryul."
you smiled.
"what?"
"you're cute."
ryul stayed silent. for a second, he just stared at you. like his brain had completely short-circuited.
then the corners of his mouth slightly twitched like he was trying very hard not to smile, while whatever remained of his bad mood visibly struggled to survive.
it was such a small reaction that most people probably wouldn't have noticed it. but you did.
because unfortunately, you knew exactly what calling ryul cute did to him.
"don't do that."
"do what?"
"that thing."
"what thing?"
"where you say something nice and suddenly i'm not allowed to be mad anymore."
you laughed again.
because honestly? that was exactly what happened.
the second your thumbs brushed across his cheeks, whatever was left of his bad mood immediately started crumbling. you could practically watch it happen. the tension in his shoulders disappeared. the tiny pout he'd been holding onto for the last three hours weakened considerably.
and when you leaned forward to press a quick kiss on his cheek, it practically vanished altogether.
all because you were looking at him like that.
"i'm serious." your voice softened slightly.
"i think it's sweet."
ryul stared at you. like really stared.
then he groaned.
a long. suffering. dramatic groan.
before suddenly leaning forward and burying his face directly into your shoulder.
you laughed so hard you nearly fell over.
"ryul."
"leave me alone."
his arms wrapped around your waist anyway. pulling you closer until there wasn't even a sliver of space left between you.
unable to resist, you tilted his chin up again.
"one more?"
ryul eyed you suspiciously.
"...what."
instead of answering, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. soft and sweet.
when you pulled back, his expression had completely short-circuited.
"..."
"see?" you grinned.
"all better!"
ryul immediately buried his face back into your shoulder.
"i hate you."
"no, you don't."
"yeah. i really don't." his voice came out muffled.
"you're literally hugging me."
"i'm suffering."
"mhm."
"terribly."
"obviously."
by now, he was practically folded into your side, cheek pressed against your shoulder while his arms stayed securely around your waist. every trace of the earlier pout had disappeared. every now and then, he'd nuzzle a little closer, as if making sure you weren't going anywhere. honestly, if anyone looked over right now, they'd immediately know he'd lost the battle.
which, to be fairβhe never really stood a chance.
HIIIII, MY LOVELY BABYGALS!! π i am so sorry for ghosting y'all like thattt π
my final exams and assignments have been absolutely beating my ass lately, so i genuinely haven't had much time to sit down and write more ryul fluff for you guys ππ
since so many of you have been asking for more ryul fluff, here's my little redemption hehe π€π
i really hope you all enjoy it, my lovessss <33
alsooo, i tried out a new header style this time HAHAH. and i think i actually like this one a lot better πβ¨
as always, thank you so much for reading and supporting my stories. it genuinely means the world to mee π₯Ήπ
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β€ 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.
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 β 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 β 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 toβ"
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 β 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 β 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 β caught, ashamed, trying to wipe his face like that erases the last ten minutes.
"Baby, you're supposed to beβ I'm fine, I'm sorry, go back, you shouldn't haveβ"
"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 β someone stronger, more β 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 andβ"
"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."
"YNβ"
"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 β slow, shaky, tasting like salt and relief β 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 youβ"
"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 β 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.
Ryul has been putting extra hours in at the studio recently, but still finds the time to text you about every detail of his day because he can't stand being away from you. When he finally comes home early enough to see you before you go to sleep, he won't leave you aloneβΉΒ ΰ£ͺΒ Λα―βΆ
pairing α―β clingybf!ryul x reader
genre α―β fluff, oneshot, established relationship, idol au, Ryul is obsessed with reader, mini smau?
playlist α―β Overtime- Bryson Tiller, Hold On- The Internet, Could've Been- H.E.R, If You Do- Jey, Donchano- Steve Lacy,
warnings α―β none!
gigi notesπ HEHEHEHEH I really like this one, Ryul is so silly. Clearly I've been watching a lot of 4shoboiz yt videos bc Ryul is all over my pinterest and tiktok feed rnπ Hope u enjoy!!Β β(α΅αα΅)β
Next DayβΉΒ ΰ£ͺΒ Λα―βΆ Today was Friday, so you had the chance to get off work early. Your boss at the cafe you work at said you're "too young to be working late on a Friday night." Work was busy today, and you barely caught a break throughout your entire shift. On a rainy day like today, you loved working. The cafe was cozy, warm, and your boss always let you play your own music. You really did love your job, but sometimes you felt lonely without Ryul. You were never one to be "clingy", but he definitely was. What he lacks in physical presence, he makes up for by constantly texting you throughout his day, no matter what comes up. When you guys are together, he never leaves your side, and never takes his hands off of you. He constantly needs to be next to you, holding your hand, touching your knee. Just being next to you was never enough for him.
It was times like these where you missed him the most- slow, rainy days after work by yourself. You remember what he texted you last night, promising he would come home early to see you. You knew it probably wouldn't happen, but in the back of your mind there was a piece of you that was hoping he would make it happen. You get to your door and go to unlock it, but it's already unlocked. "What? I swear I locked it when I left, omgosh," you think to yourself, scrambling to get inside, but you stop when you catch the smell of ramyun drifting from inside. "There's no way..." you say to yourself, slowly walking in to see Ryul standing over your stove. "Hi, baby," he says, already turned towards you. You immediately drop your bag and run over to hug him. "Omgosh Ryul, you're here! I didn't think you would actually come home early, especially not before me! Omgosh I missed you so much," you whisper the last part into his neck, memorizing the feeling of him holding you. "I missed you, too," he whispers.
"I made you your favorite ramyun. I know it's not midnight, but..." he says, stepping back to give you your food. "This is so sweet of you," you say, going to sit down on the couch. "Let's watch a show, ok? Anything you want," he says, immediately sitting down next to you, leaving little space between you two. His hand immediately found your knee, and he put his other arm around your shoulders.
"I missed seeing you so much, you don't understand"
"I have to admit... I was a little upset with you yesterday. I know it's not in your control, I just missed you a lot"
"I know, baby, and I'm so sorry. You know I tried. I did promise I'd make it up to you, didn't I?" he smirks, tilting his head. You can tell that behind his eyes he's plotting something.
"What are you thinking about now, Kim Ryul?" you glare at him playfully, inching closer towards him. You take the initiative and tackle him, pinning him down. "I know you're plotting something. You're sneaky...." you whisper. You feel him chuckle and suddenly become aware of the position you're in. You attempt to get up, but he immediately pulls you into his chest and forces you to lie down. "Don't gooooo," he whines, playing with your hair. "We haven't been this close in weeks and you're trying to leave," he says as you lie your head on his chest. You can hear him taking deep breaths, and you try to match them. This was your favorite kind of intimacy. The kind that didn't demand anything, that just required the two of you together, morphing into one.
"I love you so much, y/n. I'm sorry I haven't been home, but I promise to try," he says as he begins to pepper kisses on your forehead. The sudden contact makes you shiver, and you lean further into it. He makes his way down to your cheek, then your jaw, and then he rests his face in the crook of your neck.
"I missed the smell of your perfume. I missed your hair. I missed the warmth of you next to me" And then, he finally kisses you. Well, almost. He ghosts his lips in front of yours, looking at you like he's asking for permission. But you pull away. "Hey, why would you do thatttt. I haven't kissed you in a week, that's not fair," he complains, pulling you back in and kissing you for real this time. The kiss was gentle, testing, like he was remembering how to kiss you. You pull away slightly, using the moment to take him in. You love watching him when he doesn't notice it, whether it's when he's cooking, or performing, you love seeing him when he's just being himself.
"Like what you see?" he grins, and pulls you in for another kiss. This kiss was gentle like the first. It was demanding, powerful, like he wanted you to remember who he was. Within seconds, he's slowly sitting up and grabbing your waist. You put your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. "I needed this," he manages between kisses, and you smile to yourself. Thank goodness he's the clingy one. If it were you, he would never know peace.
SYNOPSIS: when one of your best friends mentions a specific k-pop group in the gc, your once disinterest toward the industry slowly softens as a certain idol catches your eye. but what happens when your simple celebrity crush turns into reality as you unexpectedly meet eye to eye with him at a university festival?
PAIRING: idol kim ryul x uni student/influencer fem reader
CONTAINS: written parts, swearing, down bad reader, multiple parts, use of yn, lee gawon fc, smau, slow burn, lowk slow plot in general...
A/N: this is my first smau/work of anything so PLS give my feedback and tips.... also i'm gna try and update at latest every 2 days, so if u guys enjoy this series feel free to lmk!!!! i'm very excited to see how this progresses π also this layout is lowk inspired by @h4chi so all love to her she's my goat
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