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.
im louis 🐘
noona
i think your boyfriend is mad
he's making a frowny face
please come and get him quickly
you 🩰
what did ya'll do to him 😭
im louis 🐘
noona
he has an album full of ur pictures
u wanna know how many of them?
there are 703 pictures
in total
isn't that quite excessive?
you 🩰
HAHAH, istg he's so cute
just leave him be
i'll be there in a minute
bye lou 👋🏻
im louis 🐘
ok ok
take care noona!
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.
immediately—you 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 fair—he never really stood a chance.
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HIIIII, MY LOVELY BABYGALS!! 💕 i am so sorry for ghosting y'all like thattt 😔
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 😭💔
since so many of you have been asking for more ryul fluff, here's my little redemption hehe 🤭💕
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 👀✨
as always, thank you so much for reading and supporting my stories. it genuinely means the world to mee 🥹💗
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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.
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 alone⊹ ࣪ ˖ᯓ✶
pairing ᯓ★ clingybf!ryul x reader
genre ᯓ★ fluff, oneshot, established relationship, idol au, Ryul is obsessed with reader, mini smau?
playlist ᯓ★ Overtime- Bryson Tiller, Hold On- The Internet, Could've Been- H.E.R, If You Do- Jey, Donchano- Steve Lacy,
warnings ᯓ★ none!
gigi notes𝄞 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 rn😭 Hope u enjoy!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜
Next Day⊹ ࣪ ˖ᯓ✶ 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 😛 also this layout is lowk inspired by @h4chi so all love to her she's my goat
A/N 2: the girls used to be snu baddies but just for the sake of pinterest and finding pics i lowkey changed it to yonsei sorry guys
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syn everyone seems to know martin has a very obvious crush, everyone except you
pairing idol!martin x 6th member!reader mlist
kam’s notes lngshot intro who cheered 🥹🥹 btw for context, both yn and keonho are good friends with woojin and louis !! also i found that vid while looking for the louis photo so ofc i had to use it
all content is fictional and not associated with any real people mentioned, all photos from pinterest
IN SUMMARY : Can Louis, Y/n AND Ryul escape the Backrooms?
Pause ⏸ : Plationic all across the board. I love writing this so much. Lowkey was watching sumn about illit lore and it inspired me to continue writing lol. I'm growing to like this little series a lot actually.
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“Disrespectful little rat–” Ryul grumbled, looking up from his phone when receiving no response, only to be left stunned.
He was on a narrow street that stretched far out into a deep darkness. Houses upon houses were to the left and right of him, all of them seeming normal but having a very disturbing presence to them.
And it was dark. Even though he was 100% sure it had only been 1:32pm it looked like it was midnight.
“What the hell…” he mumbled, looking behind him, only to see more houses stretching back. He ran a hand through his hair in confusion only to freeze.
As he squinted into the darkness, his eyes started making out the form of something that was most definitely not a human.
He took a few cautious steps back but the thing, whatever it was, didn’t look like it had noticed him.
At least not yet.
Ryul looked around quickly, looking for a source of safety anywhere. He looked at the doors of the houses, thinking of heading into one but fearful that more creature things would be in them.
As he bit his lip in frustration, remaining as silent as possible, seeing more creatures in the area, he spotted a house far down the street.
It was the only one with lights on.
With a deep sigh, he snuck his way over.
Hiding behind houses, trees, abnormally shaped mail boxes, in order to avoid the creepy looking things.
As he neared the building, about to open the door, he heard the sound of childish laughter around him. He glanced around, still seeing the pure darkness, then looked up only to see a kite, flying away from the house.
With a gasp, he quickly pushed the door open, and shut it behind him.
He knew where he was now.
The house was almost empty, the source of light he’d been seeing having been a lamp that was on beside the window. He immediately turned it off, pushing the couch in the center of the room in front of the front door.
He’d finished moving it, about to search the house when he heard footsteps above him. He froze and prayed there was nothing in the building that could kill him.
He’d watched so many horror movies and always wondered why the stupid characters walked towards the source of noise, but it was almost like he couldn’t help but fill his curiosity.
He used his flashlight to guide him around, taking careful steps upstairs. As he got closer to the top of the staircase, he heard soft mumbling.
Not very creature-like behaviour.
He finally made it to the door of the room that seemed to be the source of the noise, he couldn’t fully understand what was inside but he would die trying.
He placed his hand on the door, about to turn it when it opened on its own.
“What thE FUCKK” someone screamed.
“LOUIS SHUT UP–”
Ryul had fallen face first into the floor, leaving him stunned for a few seconds.
The two people in the room had moved to the opposite side, not fully able to see what he was.
“Y/n i think it’s a person….”
“Louis the chances of meeting other humans here is like, i dunno, 20%”
“That’s a pretty big number–”
“There’s like a gazillion levels you idiot.”
“Oh…”
Ryul let out a deep sigh into the carpet. He knew who they were.
With a groan, he sat up on the floor, glaring at the two across the room. Louis' eyes widened as he finally realized who it was.
“Omg Y/n it’s hyung–”
Y/n immediately pulled the giant boy back, “Louis wait. It might be a skin stealer or something…”
Ryul paused, about to make an annoyed remark but nodded, impressed at the girl's caution. Only to almost jump once a knife was thrown in his direction.
“Y/n the fuck!!” he whispered, not wanting to attract any creatures to their location.
“Yea, that’s Ryul” Y/n nodded as she watched a small trail of dark red blood seep out of his cheek.
Louis, with the confirmation, flung himself to the older boy. Tears were already forming in his eyes. “Thank God you’re here hyung. We’ve been stuck here for weeks,” he cried.
Y/n moved closer, hands crossed as she watched the two. Ryul looked up at her, stretching out his arm, giving her full permission to crash against him too.
“I thought we were gonna die here…” she sniffled into his chest.
Y/n and Louis had been stuck in the backrooms for what felt like 2 weeks. After being dropped into level 0, they somehow were able to make their way all the way up to level 8, crawling through tight tunnels when they fell through the floor.
They’d landed in an house, with little to no furniture. Only an old TV that didn’t work, a big couch, a few kitchen appliances and bedrooms that were practically empty.
Louis had been the first to peek out the house through one of the windows, seeing an almost identical house opposite them.
After much deliberation, they agreed to stay in the house, keeping the lights off and only one lamp on just in case they were somehow found. And were they ever grateful that they were found.
Ryul held the two in a hug, gently rubbing their backs to calm them down. “How did you two even end up here?” he asked.
Louis looked pointedly over to his female friend who looked away sheepishly.
“Y/n tried to grab my phone when we were playing among us and we somehow no clipped here.”
After two weeks with y/n, he’d gotten a tad bit better at using the proper terminology for their situation.
Ryul nodded slowly as the two sat up next to him, “I didn’t know this stuff was actually real,” he chuckled.
“Neither did I,” Y/n grumbled before looking at Ryul, “do you know how to get us out of here?”
Ryul leaned his head on the door as he thought hard. All those theory videos were now flashing through his mind as he fought hard to remember their location.
Dark street, identical and similar houses, a bunch of entities, Y/n had mentioned a skin stealer, the creature he saw outside was probably a hound, all the lights were off so there may have been smilers on the level, and the amount of the kites in the sky could only mean the level was infested with even more entities.
“We’re on level 9,” he decided. “To get out of here, we’re gonna have to leave the house.”
Louis immediately shook his head, “Hell no. I am not going out there–”
“There’s danger coming this way Louis,” Ryul informed, “I’m pretty sure there was a warning kite right above the house when I came in… which was a while ago…”
The house shook.
“What was that?” Louis whispered.
“The danger the kite was warning us about,” Ryul whispered back.
“And that is?” Y/n asked.
“The neighbourhood watch.”
Approximately 20 houses down the street was a disturbing creature. It was about half the size of a house, an 8 legged creature, with all its legs extending from a singular eyeball that seemed to be scanning for something.
A strider.
Ryul quickly got up, dragging the other two up with him. He quietly opened the door, heading to the kitchen that opened up to a backyard with an empty field.
Before they left the house, he turned back to face the two who were obviously shaking with fear.
Though they had been dropping through levels upon levels the entire week, they had yet to truly come in contact with an actual hostile entity. Even Y/n who’d mentioned a skin stealer earlier hadn’t actually seen one yet and was only putting up a brave front.
“I know you two are scared,” he whispered quietly to them. The strider was 15 houses away now. “But you’ve survived this long, and trust me, it would be way better to die by drowning or literally anything else than what’s coming for us okay?”
Y/n nodded shakily, Louis still in an anxious panic.
“We can’t use our flash lights or else something else might come after us, but–”
He was cut off by the sound of childish laughter around him once more. The three of them looked up and outside was a kite, flying into the direction of the dark forest the backyard led to.
“That’s our sign?” Y/n asked.
Ryul nodded.
“Follow it.”
With that, the boy took off into the yard as quiet as he could. Ensuring to stay on the same path the kite was floating into.
The kite’s lazy speed hinted that the danger was still a safe distance away, but it was in the sky and they had to run. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Y/n and Louis followed after the kite, not knowing where they were going but sticking to the direction it led them in.
‘I am never EVER going to a sleep over again’ Louis screamed out in his head, tears pricking at his eyes as he headed deep into the forest.
The only sound that could be heard amongst the three was heavy breathing and the occasional breaking of sticks and their feet against the wet ground.
Y/n briefly looked behind her, eyes widening in fear at the smiley face a few paces behind her. A fucking smiler.
It dissolved as soon as she saw it and she faced forward, running into the distance.
None of them knew how long they’d been running for, adrenaline could do amazing things. But soon enough, they were out of breath and speed.
The kite was far behind them but still moving in the same direction, meaning they were as safe as one could be in a dangerous level.
Ryul, who typically didn’t get scared, felt his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t want to die. His eyes squeezed shut as he pushed through the pain, running as fast as he could.
Only to trip on a rock.
He gasped, bracing for the harsh pain of the ground only to fall into a large barrel of hay.
“Fuck–” he gasped. Face scrunched from the little sticks poking at his face.
Hay?
He immediately got up and out of the pile, looking for the other two he came with. He saw y/n hunched over the floor, dry heaving and shaking in exhaustion.
His eyes scanned the area for the tall boy.
“Louis!” he called out, looking around worriedly but not being able to find him.
He looked to y/n who’d moved closer to him, an equal amount of worry in her eyes.
Louis was missing.
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you muttered under your breath, thumb hovering just above the phone screen. your usual mindless scrolling comes to an abrupt stop today as a particular headline snags your attention:
ALL EYES ON MAX: JAY PARK’S NEW CO-ED GROUP LNGSHOT DRAWS BUZZ ONLINE
LNGSHOT is the first kpop group introduced by Jay Park, one of the most influential, and perhaps even controversial artists in hip-hop, R&B, and mainstream music. The rapper turned CEO serves as the lead producer of MORE VISION, in which their newest kpop group consisting of five members— OHYUL, RYUL, MAX, WOOJIN, and LOUIS —has quickly caught public interest. The name embodies—
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you hesitate for a moment, staring blankly at the screen of teenagers flip you off (jay park included).
you’re not offended. you’re intrigued. and no, it’s not bc you had a degradation kink🙄
you think for a moment about whether you have the time or energy to read a whole article about some wannabe kpop gangsters. wouldn’t they be just like any other group?
they look like thugs ! you read one comment say.
something about that makes you smirk.
your thumb moves instinctively.
—embodies the meaning of a “long shot”: a slim chance, but one capable of turning the tables with a decisive breakthrough. Rather than chasing fleeting trends, LNGSHOT forges its own path through a sincere attitude toward music and culture. Their approach is authentic, effortless, and natural, allowing them to carve out a unique identity on their own terms.
oh? this has definitely caught your attention now…
READ MORE ABOUT MAX . . .
Meet Maxine Jaehee Shin, better known as MAX — the Korean-Canadian menace (said affectionately) quietly collecting positions like they’re fellow member Ryul’s pokémon cards.
Born on April 8, 2007, in Toronto to Korean immigrant parents, the 19-year-old debuted on January 13, 2026 under MORE VISION as a member of the co-ed group LNGSHOT. If you’ve ever wondered what happens when a company lets one trainee learn everything, the answer is MAX!
Originally dubbed MORE VISION’s “all-rounder trainee,” MAX somehow ended up with a résumé longer than most LinkedIn profiles: recognized as the group’s main lyricist, lead dancer shared alongside with OHYUL, main rapper with RYUL, producer buddies with WOOJIN, and main vocalist with LOUIS. At this point, fans are just waiting for her to reveal she designed the album packaging too.
Before her breakthrough, she spent 15 years in Toronto as the daughter of Taekwondo master and instructor SHIN DONGJAE, earning a black belt herself and dabbling in what can only be described as a wildly diverse set of hobbies.
Skateboarding? Check. Traditional Korean drumming? Check. Running a tiny nail art business in middle school?
Apparently yes! — although MAX insists it “wasn’t that serious.”
After five years of training, she’s quickly become one of fifth-gen’s most talked-about rookies, not just for her skills but for her personality. Equal parts effortlessly cool and unintentionally chaotic, MAX has built a reputation for her nonchalant attitude, dry humor, blunt honesty, and flirtatious jokes that leave fans questioning everything. Even her style perfectly blends boyish swagger with undeniable feminine charm.
She’s the type to drop a flawless rap verse, taekwondo kick you in the nuts, and then perhaps skateboard her way to dance practice, all while filing her perfectly cured gelx nails which of course— she did herself.
