SUM. you and hyuntak have been keeping your relationship a secret for fun, secretly dating for fun, sneaking kisses and moments alone for fun. until the boys finally catch you and three strikes, your not-so-hidden relationship is out.
(WHC MLST) . go hyuntak x fem!reader · includes: yeon sieun, ahn suho, seo juntae, park humin · all fluffy, lots of kissing, sort of b-day fic
your relationship with gotak was a secret. it wasn’t about keeping it a secret because you had to. hyuntak made that clear the first night he kissed you in the furthest hallway after practice. his words breathless and a little shaky as his hands cupped your cheeks so softly. you almost melted right then and there.
“i’m not hiding you,” he’d whispered against your mouth. “i just wanna keep this for us for a little while, y’know?”
and it just stuck.
so now, here you were, sitting on his living room floor on his birthday, your back resting against the couch. there was a half-eaten bag of chips next to you and a bunch of voices overlapping in the background. the whole group’s gathered around, laughing over some dumb show playing on the tv.
baku’s teasing juntae about losing in a game. suho’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, talking to sieun. you’re probably the only one actually watching the show. and hyuntak?
hyuntak was two couch cushions away from you, legs stretched out, hoodie sleeves half covering his hands. and he keeps looking at you.
not obviously. just flickers of eye contact across the room, glances that were supposed to not last too long. the kind that make your heart race because you know what those eyes looked like last night, when he pulled you into his lap and kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in a year. in reality, it was only four hours apart.
you catch him looking again.
he lifts the neck of his hoodie to cover his smile like he’s scratching his cheek, then quickly turns back to listen to whatever suho’s saying.
your cheeks burn, and your stomach flips in the best way.
fifteen minutes later, you slip out to the kitchen under the excuse of ‘grabbing more snacks.’ gotak follows around three minutes after, completely casual and normal. but as soon as the wall hides you from view, he’s pressing close.
his arms wrap around your waist from behind, his nose brushing softly into the crook of your neck. “hey,” he murmurs, voice low and sweet.
“hey yourself, birthday boy.” you lean back into him, biting your bottom lip in a smile. “took you long enough.”
“someone had to not make it obvious,” he teases, lips brushing your ear. “baku’s already suspicious.”
you turn in his arms, your hands resting lazily over his shoulders, eyes catching his under the dim kitchen light. “let him be.”
he kisses you. so soft, and warm, and drawn out. like he’s been craving it since you sat down earlier, and now that he has you alone, he doesn’t want to let go.
his hands slide up your back slowly, fingertips pressing into you through your shirt. your fingers tug gently on the ends of his hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
it’s not sexual. not heated. just the kind of kiss that says i missed you. or i just i need you close. he presses you back against the counter, lips still dancing with yours as his thumbs rub over your hips. then you hear footsteps.
gotak pulls back with a smirk, his breathing a little unsteady. “showtime,” he says under his breath, leaving your cheek with one last kiss before pulling away completely.
you reappear in the living room first, new bag of chips in hand. gotak follows a moment later with a soda, yawning like he totally wasn’t just making out in the kitchen with his girlfriend.
gotak plops down on the floor again, this time closer to you. just close enough that your knees brush under the blanket thrown across the floor earlier. and when your fingers sneak under the edge of the blanket to hook around his pinky, he squeezes yours with his once. a silent i love you.
you don’t have to say it out loud yet. you’ve got time.
strike one:
you and hyuntak were just going to ‘check the laundry.’ which is a terrible excuse. neither of you had clothes in the wash. nor anything you’d need to get from the room alone. but the others were too busy fighting over who got to pick the next movie to question it.
and now you’re in the tiny laundry room, secluded from everyone else, pressed up against the dryer. hyuntak’s hands on your waist and his lips on yours. “five minutes,” you whisper between kisses, breathless and smiling. “you promised.”
“i lied,” he mumbles against your mouth, one hand slipping under the hem of your shirt. “sorry not sorry.”
you laugh quietly, fingers trailing up over his shoulders, tugging him closer. he kisses your cheek, then your jaw.
“you’re all warm and soft and look at me like you want to sneak around with me.”
“i do,” you admit, giggling.
and he grins like you just made his entire week. you’re halfway into a hotter kiss when the door handle rattles. you both freeze.
“is this the laundry room?” juntae’s voice calls from the other side. “baku spilled beer on me.”
hyuntak’s eyes widen. he silently mouths “shit”, then scrambles, unnecessarily quickly, backing away from you, and fixing his hoodie. you hop up onto the dryer, grabbing a random sock pile and pretending to sort them like you had been there the whole time. the door opens and juntae pokes his head in. he blinks at you, then at hyuntak.
“…you guys doing laundry?”
“yeah,” you say too fast. “super important laundry business.”
hyuntak nods. “definitely not kissing or anything.”
juntae raises an eyebrow. “what?”
“what?” you both repeat at the same time.
“oh, well, do you mind washing my shirt then? i can’t go home tomorrow smelling like beer,” he asks, handing you his shirt as you take it with a smile. the second the door shuts, you both burst into quiet, breathless laughter.
“definitely not kissing or anything?” you tease, hiding your face in your hands.
hyuntak groans, dragging his own hand down his face. “i panicked.”
you’re still giggling when he steps between your legs, hands resting at your hips again. this time, no kiss. he’s just leaning his forehead against yours, noses brushing with love.
“we’re gonna get caught one day,” he says, voice warm and full of affection.
“probably,” you say. “but not today.”
he smiles. “not today.”
strike two:
it’s past midnight when the house finally settles. the laughter fades out to silence. sleeping bodies on the floor. the tv now off.
you’re curled up under the blanket on the couch, pretending to scroll through your phone while waiting for the right time to sneak away. hyuntak slipped away ten minutes ago, texting you: come to my room in a bit. don’t be obvious.
which, is pretty hard when you have to carefully step around everyone else that’s sprawled around. but you wait. you’re good. and when baku starts snoring, you silently slip off the couch and pad quietly down the hallway to hyuntak’s room.
his bedroom door creaks open just as you knock. knowing him, he was probably waiting and listening with his ear pressed against the door.
“you took forever,” he whispers, pulling you inside and closing it behind you.
“i didn’t want to almost get caught again,” you whisper back, smiling.
he grins. “strike two, then.”
his room is dark except for the faint glow from a lamp on his desk. it casts a warm, golden hue over the room, softening everything and making it more cozy, including him. he’s in sweats and a loose black tee, hair a little tousled from lying down, eyes sleepy but happy the second you step close.
you don’t even speak again. you just fall into each other like magnets. his arms wrapping around your waist instinctively, your face burying into his shoulder, both of you exhaling like this is the only place you’ve wanted to be all day.
“i missed you,” you whisper.
“we were together all night.”
“still missed you.”
he chuckles, pulling you gently toward his bed.
you crawl under the blanket together, limbs tangled, your back to his chest as he drapes his arm over your waist. everything is warm. still and quiet. his nose brushes the back of your neck, and then presses the softest kiss to your skin. “how is this even better when we’re sneaking?”
“probably ‘cause it feels like we’re not supposed to,” you mumble, lacing your fingers with his under the blanket. “makes it feel more…intimate.”
“yeah,” he says quietly. “intimate.”
you stay like that for a while, just breathing together. his hand rests low on your stomach, fingers curled gently against you. you can feel his heartbeat slow and comforting against your back. then he kisses your shoulder again. then your neck. then your jaw.
“hyuntak,” you whisper, half-laughing.
“what?” he murmurs, voice all sleepy mischief. “can’t help it.”
you turn to face him, his face inches from yours. you cup his cheek and kiss him softly. sweet and slow, no rush, just love. his hand slides up your side, warm under your shirt, but he doesn’t push. doesn’t try for more. he just kisses you like you’re the secret he wanted to keep only to himself forever. that’s how you guys liked it.
when you finally pull back, he whispers, “if this is strike two, what’s strike three?” he asks. “getting caught for real?”
“worth it.” you smile. “but not by your parents, though.” your eyes widened.
“won’t be home until noon tomorrow. you think i’d risk this?”
you laugh again, quieter now, and tuck yourself closer. his arm tightens around you. and before sleep takes you both, you hear him murmur one last thing into your hair.
“you’re my favorite part of the day.”
the next morning, the house is loud, baku per usual.
someone turned on music. someone’s (attempting) to cook eggs in the kitchen. sieun’s fussing at suho for using his toothbrush.
you and hyuntak make the mistake of thinking you were in the clear. you didn’t sleep in the same room last night. you snuck back to the couch just before sunrise, yawning and still wrapped in the scent of him. everything seemed perfect.
until you find yourself alone in the hallway with him again. “we’re really pushing it,” you whisper, looking up at him as he leans against the wall near the bathroom.
“we’ve been pushing it,” hyuntak grins, tugging lightly at your sleeve. “you can’t seriously expect me to go a whole morning without kissing you. that’s ridiculous.”
you bite back your smile. “i do expect that, actually.”
he leans in anyway. “please. just one,” he murmurs, already brushing his nose against yours. “real quick. no one’s gonna—”
the door to the hallway bathroom swings open.
suho and sieun.
you don’t even have time to pull apart. hyuntak’s hand is still on your waist, your face still tilted toward his, clearly about to kiss. if not, then pulling away from one.
and it’s silent for all of three seconds. “oh my god!” juntae drops his shirt, coming from the laundry room.
“called it,” baku shouts from the other end of the hall by the kitchen.
suho claps slowly. “wow. we weren’t even trying to catch you and still did.”
hyuntak immediately steps back, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s a child that’s been caught red-handed sneaking cookies. “okay, okay, it’s not what it looks like.”
“tak,” you say flatly. “it’s exactly what it looks like.”
he winces. “yeah. okay. it is.”
“so…” baku leans in, eyes wide with excitement. “how long?”
hyuntak looks at you. you shrug, grinning. “just for a little bit.”
“define a little bit,” sieun deadpans.
“since january,” hyuntak mutters under his breath.
“january?!” juntae shrieks. “you guys have been sneaking around for three months and no one’s noticed?!”
you and hyuntak both start laughing. “we weren’t hiding hiding,” you say. “we just…liked it. keeping it to ourselves.”
baku grins. “i think it’s cute.”
“i think you both make a really nice couple,” juntae says.
sieun sighs, already walking away.
“i’m just glad it’s out now. no more weird tension during movie nights.” suho adds, following after sieun.
hyuntak wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you closer. “guess that’s strike three.”
you lean your head on his shoulder. “worth it.”
and once the others had scattered, some of them laughing, some fake gagging, all completely unbothered, hyuntak leans down and finally kisses you in the open. right there in the hallway. no hiding. no rush.
summary; ryul is very good at giving the silent treatment, but he’s much worse at receiving it. you’re only returning the favor but 3 hours later, he’s sulking over a beat and pettiness turns him into a little koala
warnings; ignoring (silent treatment) sulking, slight jealousy, still fluff, a kiss
wc; 2,3k - requested
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you know something is wrong the moment ryul doesn’t talk..
normally he’s literally everywhere at once; commenting on whatever you’re doing, poking your cheek, stealing your drink, complaining dramatically about things that aren’t even close to actual issues
but earlier that afternoon he’d gotten annoyed over something stupid,
tbh you weren’t even sure what triggered him..
all you know is that he muttered a short “whatever,” and gone completely silent afterwards
the ryul silent treatment,
an absolute classic.
so naturally, you decided to return the favor
because of course, you’re generous like that
and now it’s been three hours..
it’s safe to say that he didn’t even notice it at first
he’s leaning against the kitchen counter scrolling on his phone while you walk past him to grab a glass
normally you’d bump into him on purpose, playfully
but today you just… walk by
you didn’t say anything, you didn’t acknowledge that he was standing there, you didn’t even bat an eye
he glances up immediately; “..you good?”
you say nothing, complete silence
open the cabinet, grab a cup, fill it with water, take a sip, turn back around and walk out
no eye contact or
just.. nothing
“..okay?”
he shrugs like he doesn’t care, but he can’t deny that hks eyes followed you when you leave the room, hoping you’d look at him for just a sec
20 minutes later he’s on the couch when you walk past him in the living room
normally you’d flop down next to him, grab his arm or throw you own legs over his
but today you sit in the armchair instead
he frowns while looking at you, scanning your face to see the slightest hint of annoying
“..you mad?”
silence.
“…hello?”
nothing.
he squints at you, but your face expression doesn’t change one bit
“..yn?”
you continue scrolling through your phone like you’re reading the most interesting thing ever posted online
and ryul leans forward a little, his eyes burning holes into
your face at this point
“..baby?”
a pause..
then he sighs, leaning back, crossing his arms as he scoffs softly
“okay,”
another pause..
he huffs under his breath, disbelief written all over his face as he shakes his head slightly as he thinks;
‘two can play this game’
so ever since, the apartment is filled with the most dramatic mutual ignoring imaginable
you walk past each other like strangers,
ryul deliberately looks the other direction whenever you enter a room, secretly still hoping you’d look into his direction
and for a while, ryul commits to it
like actually commits to it, full on taking it very seriously and very very dramatically
but after about an hour…
his petty commitment turns into annoyance, because you’re doing it too well
you don’t even glance at him, not once
you don’t even acknowledge him even the slightest bit, even when he sighs out loud, over exaggeratedly clears his throat or tries coming closer; you don’t waste one singular breath on him or his presence
you’re in the kitchen, making your nightly tea and he tries hovering near you,
once again trying to get a reaction out of you
but.. nothing
he even bumps your shoulder “accidentally”
no reaction.
he doesn’t give up tho
he just watches you for a good minute, his eyes tracing the lines of your face and he can’t help the way his lips curl up into a small smile
for a second he seems to forget that you’re in an active ignoring session
and before his mind can even comprehend what he’s doing, he leans in like he’s about to kiss you
but before he actually can, you step aside and grab a spoon out of the drawer
ryul freezes mid lean, eyes slightly wide, mouth gasping open just a little bit
“…did you just dodge me?” he scoffs softly
you just stir your tea and he stares at you, his gaze flickering between your tea and your face
“…wow.,” he mutters
later that night, when the front door bursts open, ryul is sulking on the couch; full on sulking
and louis walks in first, “yooooo!”
you immediately perk up in the kitchen by the sound of the others arriving,
“lou!!” you call out, excitedly
ryul’s eyes snap wide open
louis drops his bag and stretches dramatically, “i made a new beat today, wanna hear it?”
and you brighten instantly, a big smile plastered across your face for the first time that night,
“omg of course!!!!”
ryul slowly sits up straight,
that voice.
that sweet, excited voice.
the one you apparently still have access to for everyone except him?
you grab two capri sun’s for louis and you before following him into his bedroom, plopping down next to him on his lower bunk bed
ryul gets up and follows quietly, his feet shuffling over the floor before he stops to lean against the doorway
inside, louis’s already pressing play on the laptop, excitedly explaining what he did
and music fills the room while you nod along, smiling sweetly
“oh my god wait this part is so good!”
louis’s face lifts up instantly, “right?? wait listen to this drop-“
you lean closer to the laptop as louis taps around on his keyboard
and ryul’s eye twitches slightly when he hears you laughing
you even lightly shove louis’s shoulder when the beat switches, proudly telling him that he did a good job, mirroring the big smile on his face
ryul’s jaw tightens,
he doesn’t say anything tho, he just watches you two
and louis is so immersed in his beats that he doesn’t even seem to notice
“i was thinking of layering another synth here-“
and you nod enthusiastically, “yeah!! that would sound amazing!”
ryul scoffs quietly, pushing himself off the doorframe before walking away
he shakes his head and mutters a quiet, “..unbelievable,” under his breath
ten minutes later he wanders back, purely to see if you’re still ignoring him
which.. you are.
even worse actually,
you and louis seem to have the best time,
you’re sitting cross legged on his bed, louis slide down to sit on the floor with his laptop infront of him
and as a cherry on top, woojin joined your little gathering too
ryul stands in the hallway staring like a ghost,
he doesn’t enter the room, doesn’t even pretend he was going to
and louis and woojin immediately look up when the older guy shows up, woojin calling out for him to join you
but you?
you’re still doing.. whatever you’re doing
you don’t even look up for the slightest bit
ryul loudly clears his throat,
and woojin grins to himself, looking at ryul before whipping his head towards you
“aha.., i get it,” he mumbles, grinning widely now
louis looks up quickly, but continues talking, probably unaware of the ‘situation’
“…so i sampled this old drum kit-“
and you lean in instantly, to listen and see what he was doing
ryul dramatically sighs, drifting off to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge
closing the door a little more aggressively than usual
..no reaction
he twists the cap louder than necessary
.. still no reply whatsoever
he sighs loudly (again)
still nothing.
he shuffles towards louis’s room again
walking past the doorway slowly,
very slowly..
almost like a little cat expecting attention, which is basically him right now
but nothing
he stops, turns back, stares at you while you are nodding while louis explains something about mixing
and ryul whispers to himself, “..wow,” before then storming off to his own room again
a little later, the apartment grows quiet
everyone is in their rooms, logging off for the night
and you go to the bathroom to get ready for bed as well
while you’re brushing your teeth, the door opens and ryul walks in
well, he doesn’t really walk in
he just leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching you through the mirror
waiting..
you spit into the sink, rinse your toothbrush, put it away and continue the next step in your routine
still nothing..
his jaw tightens slightly, sighing softly as he realises you’re still not acknowledging his presence
“..yn?”
you don’t say anything, you don’t even seem to care that he’s right behind you
you just grab your skincare bottle and he watches you like he’s trying to force eye contact through sheer willpower
unsuccessful of course
you wipe your hands and brush your hair quickly before putting away all your stuff
once you’re finished, you simply walk past him, and disappear into his bedroom
ryul stays there for a second before his mind is fully aware of the fact that you just brushed straight past him, again
“..you’re actually joking,” he mutters
but nonetheless, he still follows you to the bedroom like a lost little puppy
a little moment later, after some needed tiktok scrolling, you turn off the lights and turn away under the blankets,
usually you’d curl up into his arms, resting your head on his chest while he holds you
but tonight, ryul just lies on his back staring into the darkness..
without you in his arms
five minutes pass
and he sighs loudly
ten minutes,
he shifts dramatically, adjusting his blanket even though it was covering his body just perfectly
fifteen minutes,
and there’s still complete silence
your breathing evened out softly, and for a second he thought you already fell asleep,
then-
in the complete darkness, you mumble,
“you can be such a lil bitch sometimes,”
and ryul instantly launches upright
the blankets rustle violently as his body jolts up,
“WHAT-“
he slaps the lamp on on his nightstand, and the light floods the room nicely
he’s staring at you like you just rose from the dead,
“YOU CAN STILL TALK?!”
you blink at him, scoffing softly, “of course,”
he looks deeply offended, like actually offended
“i’ve been suffering for HOURS,” he states dramatically
“good,”
“good??”
he gestures wildly, his hand brushes through his hair before sliding down his face,
“you ignored me like i committed a fk crime,”
you squint at him, your eyebrows frowning a little,
“you started it,”
“i did not,”
“you literally gave me the silent treatment earlier today,”
“..that was different,”
you raise an eyebrow, “how,”
he hesitates, “…it just was,”
you roll onto your back, sighing out loudly,
“see? lil bitch,”
ryul gasps like you just stabbed him,
and you only snort
he glares at you for about two seconds before his expression slowly turned sulky,
“…you dodged my kiss earlier,”
“yes,”
“that was uncalled for,”
“that was revenge,”
he flops down dramatically, groaning softly; “i don’t like being ignored,”
you glance at him, “yeah?”
he mutters, “..yeah,”
“you do it all the time,”
a pause..
then suddenly-
he rolls over and grabs you in a tight bearhug before you could even think of dodging him again
you wheeze instantly at the sudden movement, “ryul!”
“no,”
he buries his face into your shoulder, “i’m claiming you back,”
you try to shove him away but he just tightens his hold like a stubborn koala
“you were being nice to louis and ignoring me,”
you laugh, “because louis isn’t annoying,”
“can you stop,” he groans
“and you were lurking in the hallway like a ghost,”
“because you were flirting with him,”
you stare at him, “flirting?” you echo, “the kid is 15,”
“so what? you were 15 once,”
“…i said his beat was good,”
“you were literally leaning into him,”
“oh my god,”
“that’s physical affection,”
you only scoff under your breath and ryul looks absolutely scandalized
“this is serious,”
“you’re ridiculous,”
“i’m correct,”
you push his face away, “you’re jealous and petty,”
but he immediately denies it, “i am NOT jealous!”
there’s a beat of silence,
“…i just think louis should mind his business,”
you grin, “and you’re petty,”
“i’m not,”
“so if i go tell louis i liked the beat again-,”
ryul groans loudly, and before you can even say anything else, his face comes back up and his lips were crushed on yours
completely out of nowhere, and you had zero chance to even try and protest
it’s messy and quick and very much meant to interrupt your sentence, which was successful
and you blink when he pulls back, “that was cheating,”
he just shrugs easily, “strategic actually,”
you narrow your eyes, “if you kiss me again i’m gonna go hug louis tomorrow,”
ryul freezes, his eyes wide as his mouth drops open, “don’t say things like that!”
and you grin, “louis gives good hugs tho,”
ryul tackles you back into the mattress
“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO EVEN KNOW THAT!!”
you laugh as he squishes you into the pillow,
“ryul- i can’t breathe,”
“good, you started psychological warfare,”
you wiggle in his hold, trying to free yourself from the strong grip he has on you,
“you started it,”
he groans, “..fine,”
then he presses another kiss to your lips,
this one slower and softer
less dramatic
and you don’t even try to fight him off, you smirk into his lips as your arms naturally closed around his neck, pulling him closer to you
“…don’t ignore me like that again,” he mumbles against your lips
“maybe,”
he pulls away slightly, squinting his eyes suspiciously,
“…i’m literally gonna lock you in this room,”
you burst out laughing, and ryul immediately pulls you closer again
“i’m being serious,”
“yes a serious lil bitch,”
he rolls his eyes, chuckling softly, “you forgot petty,”
“right my bad,” you reply, “a petty lil bitch,”
he nudges your head into your pillow before turning around to turn off the light,
“ok enough talking,” he sighed as he plopped down onto the bed again, pulling you into his side
“already?” you jokingly said, “i thought you didn’t like the silence,”
“i’m reconsidering my decision,” he laughed
“copied sir,” you replied, “i’ll be quiet again,”
“no. no, no, i’m joking, please keep talking, i like your talking,”
you grin, “i know you do,”
he laughs softly, his arms finally closing around you, pressing a soft kiss on your temple before closing his eyes
and you better believe that for the rest of the night,
he holds you close to him like you might actually disappear if he lets go
and deep down, he’s making a silent promise to himself that he won’t ever give you the silent treatment again..
from now on, the ryul treatment is specifically for woojin and louis
The bass thumped through the walls of the crowded club, lights flashing in sync with every heartbeat. You stood near the bar, nursing a drink you'd barely touched, eyes scanning the dance floor for James, your boyfriend, the one everyone warned you about but you ignored because when he looked at you like you were the only person in the room, it felt real.
There he was.
James in the middle of a group of girls, laughing that low, charming laugh that used to make your stomach flip. One of them—a tall brunette with perfect eyeliner—leaned in close, whispering something in his ear. He tilted his head back, grinning wide, dimples carving deep as he slung an arm casually around her waist. Not tight, not possessive like he got with you sometimes. Just... comfortable. Too comfortable.
Your grip tightened on the glass.
He caught your eye across the room. For a split second, his smile faltered—then it bloomed brighter, like he'd been waiting for you to notice. He disentangled himself smoothly, murmuring something that made the girl giggle, before sauntering over like nothing happened.
"Babe," he drawled, voice honey-sweet over the music as he slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. He smelled like expensive cologne and the faint trace of someone else's perfume. "You look tense. Everything okay?"
You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Who was that?"
"Who?" He followed your gaze back to the dance floor, feigning confusion. "Oh, her? Just some girl from my dance class. She's new, asked for tips on the choreo. Why? You jealous?" His tone teased, but there was an edge to it, daring you to make a scene.
"You had your arm around her."
He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your temple like you were being adorable. "Come on, don't be like that. It's just friendly. You know how I am—people like being around me. Doesn't mean anything." His fingers traced lazy circles on your arm. "You're the one I go home with. Always."
The words should've soothed you. They used to. Now they just felt like chains disguised as comfort.
It started small.
Late-night texts from unknown numbers that he'd "forget" to delete. Instagram stories where he'd appear tagged in photos with girls you didn't know, arms slung around shoulders, captions full of inside jokes. The way he'd disappear for hours, then show up with apologies wrapped in compliments: "Missed you so much, couldn't stop thinking about you."
When you finally confronted him the first time—after seeing a DM screenshot a "friend" sent you—he didn't deny it.
Instead, he looked hurt.
"Wow. You really believe I'd cheat on you?" His voice cracked just enough to make guilt twist in your gut. "After everything? I thought you trusted me more than that."
"I saw the messages, James."
"Messages? People flirt. It doesn't mean I act on it." He stepped closer, cupping your face gently. "You're the only one I want like that. The rest is just... noise. . People throw themselves at me. But I always choose you."
Tears burned your eyes. "Then why does it feel like I'm competing?"
"Because you're insecure," he said softly, almost pitying. "And I get it. But punishing me for other people's attention? That's not fair, baby. I'm trying so hard here."
You ended up apologizing.
The cycle repeated.
He'd flirt openly at parties—winking, touching arms, laughing too loud at jokes that weren't funny. You'd call him out in private, voice shaking.
He'd turn it around every time.
"You're being dramatic again."
"I didn't mean it like that—you're twisting my words."
"If you trusted me, you wouldn't get upset over nothing."
And when you'd pack a bag, ready to leave for real this time—
He'd show up at your door at 2 a.m., eyes red-rimmed, voice raw.
"I can't lose you," he'd whisper, sinking to his knees, forehead pressed to your stomach. "You're the only real thing in my life. Everyone else wants James the rich guy. You see me—the messed-up, tired guy who forgets birthdays and says stupid shit. Don't leave me alone with myself. Please."
Your resolve crumbled every time. Because beneath the toxicity, there were moments—quiet ones—where he held you like you were fragile, kissed your knuckles like they were sacred, whispered "I love you" like it hurt to say. Those moments felt so real you convinced yourself the bad ones were just... temporary.
Tonight was different.
You'd seen him leave the club with that same brunette twenty minutes ago. Not sneaking—boldly, hand on her lower back, laughing as they disappeared through the side exit.
You waited in the cold outside, breath fogging the air, until he came back alone, hair mussed, lips a little swollen.
He froze when he saw you.
"Babe—"
"Don't." Your voice was steady for once. "I'm done."
His expression shifted—shock, then something darker. "You're seriously doing this over nothing? Again?"
"Nothing?" You laughed, bitter. "You walked out with her. In front of everyone. And now you're gaslighting me into thinking I imagined it?"
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "Okay, fine. We talked. Outside. That's it. She was drunk, I was making sure she got a cab. You really think I'd throw us away for some random hookup?"
"I don't know what you'd do anymore, James."
He stepped closer, voice dropping low, intimate. "You know exactly what I'd do. I'd come crawling back to you. Every time. Because no one else gets me like you do." His fingers brushed your cheek, gentle despite everything. "You're gonna leave? Fine. But you'll miss me. You'll miss the way I look at you like you're the center of my fucking universe. And when you're alone, remembering how good we can be... you'll come back. You always do."
Tears slipped down your cheeks, hot and angry.
He wiped them away with his thumb. "See? Even now, you're crying because you love me. Don't throw that away over jealousy."
You jerked back. "This isn't love. This is you keeping me on a leash."
For a moment, something flickered in his eyes—regret? Fear? Then it vanished, replaced by that familiar, devastating smirk.
"Call it what you want. But we both know you're not strong enough to walk away for good."
He leaned in, brushing his lips against your forehead like a promise. "Text me when you're ready to talk. I'll be waiting."
Then he turned and walked back into the club, leaving you in the rain, heart shattered but still stupidly, painfully beating his name.
You stood there a long time. Part of you wanted to run after him.
The smarter part finally started walking the other way. But even as you did, his voice echoed in your head:
You'll come back. You always do.
۶ৎ 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 ♡ So... do we like this new layout? ALSO, toxic james....YAY SJSKKS . im so normal about him.
ryul as your bf! ── 𖦹 fluff, soft ryul, down bad for reader lowk
- i feel like since the beginning he’s so upfront about his feelings towards you. when ohyul introduces you, he’s immediately at your feet using any excuse in the book just to be able to talk to you.
- whenever you’re over, he’s suddenly looming around ohyul’s room trying to get a glimpse of you and eventually just invites himself in and asks for your instagram.
- after months, he finally gets the courage to make you his gf and does it so cutely.
- as your bf, he’s so caring and attentive when it comes to you. he notices when you get quiet, when something is bothering you, or when you want to do something but are too afraid to say it.
- is sososo reassuring when you start overthinking and tries his best to make you feel better.
- he’s also extremely silly, so he constantly bothers you and rage baits you to the maxxx! don’t let his nonchalant façade fool you 🤣
- but even after bothering you, he knows when to stop and not push it so much
- ryul is defff the submissive type so whatever you say goes
- doesn’t even care if you make him clean your room, or do your laundry because he will do it with a smile on his face! and no kinky shit but he just loves when you boss him around.
- he’s just soooo down bad for you!
- i don’t see him as physically clingy, but over the phone?? baby he’s calling you and texting you every second of the day.
- literally acts like he won’t ever see you again the way he says he misses you but the second he’s in your apartment, he acts like he wasn’t just begging to see you.
summary; a party, a hallway and months of built-up tension. ohyul wants you, you want him. now it’s just a matter of who gives in first
warnings; friends to lovers, sort of. slow burn tension, teasing, bold and flirty comments. kissing, alcohol, party scene
wc; 4.3k
not proofread sorry
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you’d always joke about how you somehow had fallen into a funny little friendship triangle with ryul and ohyul. ryul, your long time friend who’d you met years ago, had somehow roped you into his group and ever since, you’ve been an almost natural addition to the group. and ohyul, well yk ohyul is kinda hard to ignore.
there was something about him, almost like a magnetic pull. and by how he acts around you, he for sure feels that same energy towards you. it’s in the way his eyes linger a bit too long or how his body automatically moves closer to you when you’re around.
you knew it. he knew it. but neither of you ever crossed that line.. at least, not yet
it started with little things, his hand brushing yours as he reached for the snacks on the table. a laugh that lingered a beat too long when you teased him about something. sitting closer than necessary whenever you had a movie night with the group.
small things that seemed innocent for the outside world but that made the heat rise in your heart and chest.
he was sharp, playful and impossibly witty. your fav kind of trouble
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it’s friday night and just like every week it’s either staying in and watching movies with a table full of snacks and take out or you and your girls tag along to yet another random party one of ryul’s friends is throwing.
this week is no different, somewhere throughout the week you got the usual text from ryul asking you guys to join him and his boys to a party his homeboy invited him to. and even though your bed was calling your name, you obviously couldn’t pass up the chance to be close to ohyul. (and ryul ofc cmon we can’t forget about your bestie)
you dressing up, getting ready in the bathroom with your girls must be one of the best things in girlhood. dresses getting passed around, heels getting worn and almost immediately getting thrown off, because no way you were going to be walking around on high heels all night.
after at least 10 different outfits and many attempted hair styles, you girls were finally ready to go. and even though you don’t want to admit it, you definitely spent a little extra care.
by the time you got to the party, the house was already packed. there were people laughing, dancing and literally shouting over the music. the lights were low, those funky colored bulbs lighting up the room with that cozy atmosphere.
you could already feel the warmth of the people who had one too many drinks and the vibe was up and running, almost immediately after stepping through the door you got drinks pushed in your hands. a ‘welcome’ gesture from one of the hosts, who excitedly pushes you girls into the living room.
the energy of the party hit you immediately, you looked around the room, you spotted some familiar faces from other parties, a couple making out in the corner of the room and a very serious game of beer pong going on somewhere on the side.
but the moment your eyes caught his, everything else faded.
ohyul was leaning against the couch, talking to ryul, his posture relaxed, confident and effortless like always. but when his gaze met yours, something shifted slightly. even though he was in the middle of a conversation with ryul, his lips curved into the smallest smirk, just enough that you noticed
you smiled at him, but didn’t rush. you let your girls drag you to some other people first, your focus on whoever your friend was introducing you to, it was almost measured and natural, like he wasn’t secretly the only reason you were there
it was the sight of you laughing with other people, the easy confidence in the way you moved, the way you sway your hips slightly as you went for a new drink, the way you tilt your head whenever someone said something to you like you were giving someone just enough attention.
his eyes were following you and your every move. his gaze stayed on you longer than it should have, long enough to feel that familiar pull settle in low and steady, impossible to ignore
he didn’t move towards you, didn’t break composure. but his presence was almost magnetic. and you were very aware of his eyes on you. you could almost feel him staring from where you stood, your chest already tightening up by the thought of him
after a while ryul walked up to you and excitedly pushed you and your girls in the same direction as his friends, saying something along the lines of ‘enough small talk with strangers’,
your groups finally came together, drinks were handed around, jokes were being exchanged, laughter filled up the little corner of the room that you were all in.
it was natural and fun, the way it always was
you didn’t say anything when you stepped into their space. neither did he. his gaze held yours as you greeted some of his other friends, his mouth curving just slightly. not a full smile, but something quieter, almost restrained but still warm like he was letting himself have it.
and assoon as you made yourself comfortable. his attention settled in, steady and unmistakable
the room was loud, ryul almost impossibly louder lmao, people were pushing past, the music and dancing continued but the air between the two of you was tight, almost charged. you could feel the natural pull and so did he.
after a while, he shifted slightly, turning his body more towards you without making it too obvious. his eyes were still glued to you, he saw every glance you gave with that small smile, almost like you were letting him know that you noticed him
no words were spoken yet, also thanks to ryul who doesn’t know how to shut up, but the tension was undeniable. both of you were fully aware of each other, fully aware of the heat between you two.
the night had only just begun but the silent acknowledgment and warmth between you two, was already felt the second you laid eyes on the other
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a few drinks later, everyone was loosening up, dancing in the crowded room, laughing at someone’s funny story.
ohyul had a drink in his hand but his gaze hadn’t left you in minutes. he followed you as you laughed with ryul next to him, catching the way your eyes lit up even in the dim, colored lights.
your eyes almost naturally search for his every once in a while and when you looked back you found him already watching. he didn’t look away, didn’t even pretend.
you laughed softly, closing the distance just enough to let your fingers trail along his arm as you reached past him for your drink.
he caught it, ofcourse, every little touch, every little brush, intentional or not, it all went straight to him
he had been hovering near you ever since you joined his group. occasionally brushing past, lingering a moment too long near your shoulder.
you on the other hand, were intentionally slow, letting him watch as you got caught up in a talk with other friends, letting him know your presence but not fully giving into him yet
and when you finally turned back towards him, his eyes were still there, unwavering.
“you’re staring again” you said casually, one corner of your mouth lifting
he gave a small, sly smirk, leaning just a little bit closer; “i can’t help it. you look.. pretty tonight”
you raised an eyebrow, playful; “nhm is that how you look at someone who looks.. just pretty?”
he laughed softly, trying to hide the effect you had on him; “dangerously pretty, almost like i shouldn’t get too close”
you tilted your head, a small smile on your face as you brushed your hand across his chest in the most casual way you could manage; “and yet you’re still standing here”
he looked at you, your eyes glinting with mischief, he swallowed, tens but still holding his relaxed gaze; “maybe i like standing here”
you smiled that smile he loved way too much; “i’m sure you do”
you moved a little closer, just a bit but enough to let yourself in his space. he shifted slightly, but didn’t move away.
at some point, you found yourself in the kitchen with ryul to get new drinks. and as you wandered out of the kitchen with that same easy confidence, ohyul’s eyes automatically followed your moving body, not casually but with purpose.
the moment you stepped back into your spot, he was there. closing the space between you with a little more intention now. his movements easy and certain, his hands found your sides just briefly as he closed you in, the high table at your back leaving no room to pretend this was accidental.
“another drink?” he asked, his voice low, that familiar tone he had whenever he spoke to you
“yeah” you murmured, trying not to notice how close he was, his chest radiating literal heat with the small space between the two of you
he leaned in slightly, you felt his warmth against you as his mouth came to your ear; “where’s my drink?”
you glanced up at him, a small controlled smile on your face; “mhm i didn’t know you wanted one”
he stepped even closer as you took another sip of your drink, he mirrored your smile, mischief and that familiar glimmer in his eyes. his presence was steady, confident, that kind of closeness that many would say was a bit too much for just ‘friends’
and before you could react, his hand came up over yours, pulling your glass up to his mouth, taking a sip without breaking eye contact with you
you didn’t pull away, you shifted slightly, just enough to let him step closer, so your pressed against his chest a little more now, and he adjusted naturally.
one of his hands slid up to your waist, steadying himself there, like it belonged there. you didn’t stop him, a small smile on your face, almost unbothered, before you turned around again. your focus back on your other friends
you let him hold you, he let you lean into him. both letting the tension hang in the air.
“you’ve got a way of moving yk” he murmured, voice low and husky, just enough for you to hear; “like you want me to notice you”
you tilted your head, pretending to be focused on your drink, that same smile creeping back on your face, slightly shifting in his hold; “maybe i do” you said softly, but surely
his hand slid up and down your side, lingering into your waist. not possessive, but controlled, the heat of his touch and the closeness of his body made it very clear how much he wanted you
he let out a satisfied grin, his body pressing against yours, leaning down slightly, his lips brushing near your ear. “i’m sure you do” he murmured
and for a moment, you let it happen. the crowded party, the music, the laughter- all of it faded in the background. the heat of the room wrapping around you like a private bubble.
every touch, every glance, every brush of his hands on your skin held a heat and spark neither of you wanted to break
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after some time, lots of dancing and a few rounds of beerpong later, some of you decided it was time for some fresh air. you stepped outside with the others, the door swung shut behind you, automatically muting the music inside
the cold air of the night hit you immediately. a lot cooler than you expected and sharp enough to make you pause in your steps for a mini second.
you exhaled slowly, as the chatter and excitement outside picked back up.
someone laughed, another one complained about the cold, someone else said something about needing another drink
ryul and his group were standing a few feet away, ohyul looked relaxed as ever, shoulders loose, hands tucked casually in his pockets. he looked like the cold did not affect him at all, in comparison to you. and when his eyes land on you, they stayed there.
you stumbled after your friends, who dragged you towards ryul and the others. folding your arms loosely over your chest
“wow” ryul called out, grinning as he noticed you were rubbing your arms; “you’re freezing already?”
you shrugged lightly, a tiny pout on your lips; “it’s colder than i thought”
a couple of your girls chimed in immediately, a “told you to bring a jacket” and a “i told you we should stay inside” were thrown at you as you laughed at them
you sighed out loud as you stepped closer to the boys. the cold creeping up to you fully now, sharp enough to make you step your feet in your spot a little.
ryul laughs at you as he nodded towards ohyul with exaggerated expressions; “well?”
“well what?” ohyul asked, shifting his weight a little
ryul grinned, his eyes flickering between you and ohyul, clearly entertained; “you just gonna let her freeze?”
there was a beat of silence in which ohyul doesn’t answer
you could tell his brain was working overtime, he was clearly reading the scene in his usual way but his posture was softened by the alcohol, a little more easily caught by what was happening.
his eyes were heavy lidded, dazed in the best way. his gaze locked on you longer than it should have been
and after a split second his hand comes up, his fingers catching your wrist, smooth and confident, pulling you closer towards him
in that same motion, his arm slid around your waist and pulled you back against him, firm and steady like it was the most natural thing to do
your breath caught for a second as his other hand followed, settling at your side. a little higher this time. his palm was warm and steady, his thumb resting right under your ribs.
you could feel the way he leaned closer towards you from behind. no rush. no questions.
“better?” he asked quietly, close to your ear. you could feel the grin in his voice
you leaned back into him without thinking, shoulders relaxed as you let his warmth take over you; “much” you murmered
“oh!” one of your friends said, laughing softly; “okay then”
ryul grinned, clearly enjoying this as another friend said; “he didn’t even give her a chance to argue”
ohyul’s grip tightened slightly, not possessive, just confident. his hand shifted at your waist, fingers spreading a little more and firmly like he was claiming the space underneath.
he low, satisfied chuckle left his lips. a small laugh, amused and pleased in the same breath. he didn’t even look up as he spoke; “she didn’t need one”
that earned a few reactions- quiet laughs, a soft whistle and some amused raised eyebrows
ohyul didn’t move when the attention landed on the two of you. if anything, he seemed more at ease, arm settling around your waist like it had always belonged there.
someone laughed softly from behind you; “so are you two together or are we just watching this happen in real time?”
ryul glanced between the two of you, grinning
you felt ohyul’s chest lift slightly behind you. not tense but just aware. he didn’t answer right away nor did you
“you’ve been glued together all night” another friend points out which earned a chuckle from ryul;
“well that’s nothing new for me”
before you could say anything, one of the guys laughed; “i mean, if it’s just about staying warm, i’m available too” opening his arms as an invitation
it was meant as a joke, everyone knew it
ohyul reacted without even looking at him. his hand adjusted at your waist, firmer now, closer as he steadied you. even when he was tipsy, his movements were deliberate. his presence unmistakable as he angled you more against him.
ryul snorted; “i think she’s covered”
you laughed, looking at ryul who was shaking his head in amusement.
the teasing lingered a little, but ohyul couldn’t care less. he let the moment sink in.
“you good?” he asked after a while, quietly, low, close enough for only you to hear.
you only hummed in response, tilting your head just slightly to glance at him over your shoulder. with a slight shift, you leaned back into him, pressing closer to let him feel every inch of the space you were taking
ohyul grinned to himself and a few friends snickered again.
ryul laughed as he gave you both one last look before he chugged the rest of his drink; “you’re being very obvious”
you felt him chuckle behind you, low and almost careless, but there was something certain in the sound. he leaned down slightly, his breath brushed the side of your neck, warm and faintly and you shivered slightly before he moved
then, just enough to make your pulse hitch, he leaned into you a little more. his lips grazing the curve of your neck in a slow, almost feather like kiss.
not urgent, not pushing, not claiming. just testing, letting you feel him there
you could sense the effect of his drinks, the way his usual calm, confident composure softened, his movements a little slower and more daring than usual.
his hands stayed steady at your waist, guiding you without pressure but his lips whispered against your skin like a question, leaving the answer entirely up to you
a hum came from him as you tilted your head just slightly. letting him hover over the line of your neck, teasing the moment without breaking it.
it was so small, so careful, but the tension between you two tightened like a knot.
you leaned back, letting your head rest against his shoulder.
“okay!” ryul called out grinning; “we’re definitely interrupting.. something”
he laughed again as he patted ohyul on his back, letting out a quick; “i’ll get us new drinks” before he disappeared in the house again
ohyul didn’t look at him. his attention was fully on you. his hands were steady, his movements controlled by both his needs and the alcohol.
even when you shifted slightly in his arms, he adjusted without hesitation, keeping you right where you were.
you had no idea how much time passed when somewhere behind you, muffled music grew louder again as someone opened the door. he glanced back once, his gaze shifted for a brief second towards the noise, then returned back to you, his hands still resting on your side, as if he wasn’t ready to let the moment slip
“i should go check on ryul” he said finally, low, more as a statement to convince himself rather than you
you nodded; “i’ll stay out for a bit”
his thumb brushed once more at your side, subtle but intentional before he released you. letting his arms slip away from your figure.
he smiled down at you with that familiar grin; “don’t get too cold now” he murmered, voice low. teasing but warm
“i won’t” you chuckled, glancing up at him
he stepped back a few steps, his eyes lingering on you for a second longer than necessary before turning towards the door completely.
right as he stepped inside, he looked over his shoulder, a small smirk on his lips as he saw you still looking at him.
you watched him disappear back into the noise and light of the party inside
your girls immediately closed in on you, giggling and grinning widely at what just happened
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by the time you and your girls came back inside, the living room was crowded again. music still blasting through the speakers, people still singing and dancing.
but the party definitely shifted into something softer and looser.
you and your girls hung out with some other people you’ve met at other parties before. some small talk and shared laughter about stories that were being told.
the atmosphere was more chill now. the alcohol in your system definitely worked its magic and you could feel yourself getting more and more comfortable in the still buzzing house.
more drinks being handed around, stories being picked back up like no time has passed
after a while, and yet another small round of talks, you could feel your legs getting a bit sore and tired from all the dancing and standing, even though you weren’t wearing your heels (thank god)
and you clearly weren’t the only one as one of your girls dramatically dropped herself on a chair somewhere close by
after yet another moment your eyes drifted to the big couch on the side of the room. accompanied by ryul and his group.
ohyul was already seated on the couch when you noticed him again in his usual relaxed manner, one arm stretched along the backrest of the couch.
he didn’t stare, he didn’t wave you over, he just watched you approach. his eyes following you in that quiet, unhurried but definitely yearning way that made it feel a little too intentional
there wasn’t much space left, someone was sprawled across one end, definitely having had one too many drinks. some people were cozied up leaning into each other, their knees overlapping while they were in the midst of what seemed like a very interesting conversation
“well” one of your girls joked as she took the last free spot on the loveseat, letting out a big satisfied sigh; “guess you’re standing babe”
ryul smirked to himself, his gaze turning from you to ohyul who was seated next to him, like he already knew where this was going.
you smiled, more to yourself than to anyone else, as you accepted a new drink that was pushed into your hand.
you took a sip as your eyes met ohyul’s. he looked up at you without saying anything, his gaze holding yours a little longer than necessary, which was becoming a habit at this point
a small hint of a smile on his face was enough for you to turn slightly, lowering yourself down to sit on the armrest of the couch. your legs turned to the other side, your back towards him.
you immersed yourself in a new conversation with your friend, who was now very comfortably spread out on the loveseat, not really giving anyone else any thought.
a giggle left your lips every every once in a while, your voice was soft but he could clearly hear you even with the music still playing. he was trying to pay attention to whatever ryul and the boys were telling him but his ears and eyes drifted back to you every time
you were just talking about this new project you were working on, completely leaning into your conversation, your laughter spilling naturally.
then- just as you were mid sentence, he shifted slightly behind you. his hand moving quiet but with confidence as he brought it up until it rested on your lap.
not tight, not even urgent or pushing, just enough
a subtle weight, letting you feel him and more importantly him feeling you without interrupting your actual moment.
his thumb traced a line along the side of your thigh, slow and careful, watching your reaction. you didn’t stop talking and you also didn’t look down. you just shifted slightly in your spot and his hand followed naturally, adjusting to you.
he stayed still behind you at first, his hand remaining on your lap, relaxed but intentional, his fingers moving just enough to remind you that it was there
you grinned to yourself as you noticed how the drinks loosened him up to a point he wasn’t even trying to hide whatever he was doing anymore. he was bolder, much bolder than he’d been before, but still not careless
if anything, he seemed more certain, aware of what he was doing
you finished your drink eventually, your glass light in your hand as you straightened your back a little and without thinking much of it, you leaned forward to stand up
the second you moved, his hand slid away, lingering for a second longer before it completely dropped to the armrest again
you stepped forward to place your now empty glass on the side table, smoothing your clothes as if nothing had changed.
except, you could feel his eyes on you the entire time
and ofcourse ryul noticed it too. he glanced between the two of you, his mouth twitching; “you finally going to admit it or..?”
“admit what?” ohyul echoed, like ryul was the one being obvious
ryul scoffed, shaking his head with an amused grin; “that you’re into her”
ohyul let out a quiet laugh, more breath than sound, eyes flicking back to you before turning to ryul; “you talk too much when you’re drinking”
“that’s not a no” ryul shot back; “just saying- took you long enough”
ohyul leaned back slightly, lifting a brow as his lips curled up like he’s been holding it in all night; “mind your business” he said easily, a smug smile sneaking up on his face once more, clearly entertained
ryul raised his hands in surrender, still smiling as he saw you approaching them again; “alright alright message received”
ryul got up, dramatically bowing to you, his arms gesturing you to sit on the now empty space like a butler showing you your reserved seat.
you laughed, smacking his arm playfully
ryul mirrored your laugh; “don’t leave him hanging too long- he’s been patient”
you rolled your eyes; “patience is a virtue” you said, tilting your head with a smirk
ryul chuckled, shaking his head; “i’m sure it is” and with that he turned back and walked off, leaving you with him
you didn’t immediately sit down next to him, instead you turned to your friend, chatting her up quietly, as you went to get her a glass of water to make sure she was drinking her portion
you let ohyul sit a little longer, watching, his gaze heavy but still patient
when you came back, glass in one hand, you didn’t move to him right away, again..
“hey” his voice cut through the low murmer of the people, deep and steady, carrying an edge that made your stomach clench a little; “come here”
you glanced at him, a sly smile tugging at your lips, and he motioned with one hand, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that almost made you pause mid step
there wasn’t really any question in his tone, no hesitation and he wasn’t asking to begin with
you walked over slowly before you sat down next to him
“stop running off” he murmered, his hand immediately brushing against your side, sliding down to your hip, his thumb pressing in slow, bold circles
“running off from what” you teased, tilting your head, keeping your voice ligjt but daring
“running from me” he said easily, but there was a tension behind his words that made it clear he wasn’t holding back anymore
“why? what’s with you?” you said, smirking, leaning just slightly into his side, letting him feel your weight, like you’re letting him know that you’re aware and enjoying yourself
his hand moved with purpose, one sliding behind your neck, fingers threading into your hair, pulling your hair back just enough to expose the side of your throat.
the other pressed firm on your thigh, his fingertips teasing the seam of your skirt, gripping just enough to make his point clear
his lips brushed your ear, soft ar first, then tracing a slow path along your jaw line, each movement leaving a warmth and spark in its place
“you’re actually impossible” he murmered against your skin, his voice rougher now, almost desperate
you chuckled softly, tilting your head a little more, letting him take you in, teasing right back; “i’m impossible?”
“yes” he said, lips grazing the skin of your neck, his thumb tracing circles on your thigh; “and you’re driving me insane”
a shiver ran through you, and you tilted your head back into him, letting the moment linger for a second longer; “okay then, …let’s go” you said playful, rising from the couch, expecting him to just follow
and ofcourse he didn’t hesitate.
his hand was immediately on your waist, pressing you flush against him, guiding you down the hall
you turned around in his hold
his lips hovered close, almost brushing yours and his hands were hungry. gripping, teasing, steady but definitely (finally) claiming
you reached a quiet corner, and he immediately pressed you against the wall, hand sliding back behind your neck, the other gripping your hip firmly
his lips were at your ear again, teasing, brushing over the skin, warm and soft, and you could almost feel his desperation
“no running anymore tonight” he murmered, his voice strained with need; “not from me”
you tilted your head, smirking, letting the tension build, teasing him in return; “mhm and what if i do?”
he pressed forward, an almost disbelieving chuckle coming from him. his one hand slightly tugging at your hair; “then i’d have to make you stop”
“is that so?” you murmered, letting your fingers graze his arm, watching the way his jaw tightened, and how his eyes darkened
he didn’t bother anymore and pressed his lips to yours, finally closing the space he’d been holding off for so long.
he moved on impulse but still careful, every motion screamed impatience, all his restraint gone. letting the kiss speak for everything he’s been holding in, like he was claiming your lips with the patience that’s been worn thin from wanting you all night
you responded immediately, hands flying up to his hair, pressing your body into his, matching his boldness and letting the kiss deepen.
his hands roamed your body, desperate to feel you close to him. sliding over your skin, just enough to test the boundaries
and even through the heat of the moment, he murmured against your lips, teasing and still desperate; “i’ve waited long enough”
you laughed into the kiss, lips still moving in an almost perfect synchrony with his, your hands threading into his hair, pulling him almost impossible closer
for a long moment, the hallway seemed to have disappeared, the party forgotten.
time slowed, the world shrinking to the space between you two
no voices, no funky disco lights, just you and him, his hands, his lips and the way he pressed you flush against him, like he’s never going to let go.
and somewhere down the hall, ryul passed by and shook his head, a quiet, approving grin on his face, the kind that said; about damn time
۶ৎ in which... the tyler the creator concert has an age limit where no one under 19 years old is allowed to attend, meaning only you and james can go. this meant you were able to finally spend time with him without your members interrupting and shouting at each other (affectionately, of course). though, instead of the usual ruckus of teenage boys, this time you got teasing.
🎧 ྀི james zhao x 6thmember!fem!reader fluff pre-dating ʚ 1.6k words ɞ my first time ever writing an x reader fic guys... also it's been so long since i've written anything so i'm probably really rusty :p ─── ☘︎
the concert was something you’d been anticipating for weeks now. not just you, but the entire group had been so excited to go and experience tyler the creator live with your own eyes, breathing the same seoul air as him. all six of you had been planning what you were going to bring, what outfits you were going to wear, and the amount of videos and photos you were going to take.
though, when they realised that the concert had a nineteen years and older age limit…
at least martin didn’t overreact, you know.
so now, all those plans have been thrown straight into the bin. all but for you and james. as the two eldest members of the group, you were the only ones that would be able to attend, with your nineteenth birthday passing not too long ago.
to be honest, you were far too excited to be going to a concert with just him. an entire night with none of the members to interrupt or tease, none of them to yell or shout over your gentle touches and soft words. gosh, even just thinking about it made your heart skip a beat.
it wasn’t an instant thing, your feelings for james. you never thought you would hold such romantic affections for him when you first met. of course, you thought he was handsome, but he was also weird. weird as in he would break out into the same dance move he’d been doing for a week on a random tuesday. weird as in he always carried that damn singing bowl wherever he went. but weird in a way where a single joke from him could bring your day from a zero to a hundred. where his random expressions, dramatic reactions, and ridiculously unfunny jokes somehow made your heart swoon.
and maybe, his heart sped up at the thought of you, too. you never let those thoughts linger, though. daydreams and stuff weren’t really good for you.
as the day of the concert grew closer, you spent a good amount of time mulling over the things you’d need to bring. you were in your room that you shared with james and juhoon, searching for your power bank that was a much needed necessity for the concert.
juhoon, who had just watched you dig through the same five bags twice, suddenly asked, “does this technically mean you and james hyung are going on a concert date?”
the word date made you stop in your tracks, hands freezing over the strap of your bag before you placed it back down and started looking through the drawers. “not a date, just a concert,” you clarified.
the brown haired boy furrowed his brows. “but you’re going together. a girl and a guy.”
a quick sigh left your lips. “girls and guys can hangout platonically, you know?”
“yeah but not this girl and not with that guy.” juhoon pointed out. you whipped around to give him a look (eyes squinted, lips pressed into a thin line) and the guy just shrugged. “come on, it’s obvious that you like him.”
“i do not like james, juhoon.” you defended.
“who said anything about james?”
“you just did—goddamnit!”
falling onto your bed face first, you let out an exasperated groan. juhoon’s laugh soon filled the room, almost as if he was mocking you. just then, the door to your room opened and a familiar voice let out a confused chuckle.
“what have you lost now?” james asked with an amused smile.
before you could even sit up, juhoon was already opening his mouth. “she hasn’t lost anything, hyung, she—”
“shh!” your voice is sharp as you abruptly sat up, holding your finger up to your lips as you shot him a warning look. you then turned to find james leaning against the door and offered a tight lipped smile. “i just misplaced my power bank somewhere.”
“is it not in your blue coat?”
realization clicked and your eyes widened.
jumping up from your bed, you rushed right past him, yelling, “thank you, james!”
james’ eyes trailed after your moving figure while juhoon silently gagged in the background, muttering, “lovebirds.”
the day of the concert came sooner than you anticipated. it’s not like time was suddenly moving faster, but it sure felt like it.
you were doing a last minute outfit check in front of the mirror, adjusting your top and fiddling around with the arrangement of your accessories. taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and muttered under your breath, it’s fine, i look fine. james was already waiting for you outside, so you couldn’t waste too much time picking yourself apart.
“ooh, noona.” keonho’s voice suddenly passed through the halls, stretching out every syllable into a teasing tune, causing you to open your eyes. the youngest member had a playful gleam in his eyes and a mischievous smile plastered across his face. “are you trying to impress someone?”
“yeah, tyler the creator.” you deadpanned, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.
“not someone a little younger?”
“shut up, keonho, or else i’m shoving a belt up your ass.”
sensing the hostility and half-truth of your words, he held both his hands up in surrender. “okay, okay, sorry. you already look nice, noona. i’m sure james hyung will like it.”
at the mention of his name, you felt your cheeks flush. “it doesn’t matter if he likes it or not,” you mumbled.
“sure it doesn’t.” keonho grinned before running away.
good call. you were this close to dragging him by the ear.
five minutes later, you finally managed to pull yourself away from the mirror and out of the dorms, where james was already standing. betraying the logical part of yourself, you stopped in the doorway and stared at him.
he was wearing a black tank top, dark blue jeans, and a graphic tee worn with only one arm through the sleeve (a questionable fashion choice, but gosh did he look good).
as much as you worried about him teasing you for ogling at him, it seemed like he was busy admiring your appearance, too.
james forced his eyes to meet yours and offered his signature smile. “you’re looking charming.”
already, you were blushing from his compliment. “thanks.” you bumped his side. “you don’t look too bad yourself.”
wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he guided you away from the dorm. “let’s get going then, shall we?”
the night was filled with endless cheering, glaring big screen lights, and music that got you jumping almost through the entire setlist. you and james were absolutely insufferable, nearly flying off your seats at every song and screaming lyrics at each other.
maybe it was just you, but you also noticed that james had become a lot more touchy, holding your hand through every song, resting his head on top of yours, and constantly stealing glances at you, even if a grammy award winning artist was standing right in front of you on the stage.
as the song ended and slowly transitioned into the next one, you pulled out your phone and opened your camera. holding your arm out, you started taking selfie after selfie of yourself, trying out different angles and various silly faces (those pics are never seeing the light of day, though).
through the screen, you saw james watching silently from beside, his eyes focused solely on you. you were sure if tyler the creator had brought out a special guest just then, he wouldn’t have even noticed until thirty seconds later.
smiling to yourself, you moved the camera angle so james would be in frame. and as always, james decided to pull a funny face first.
“hey! not that kind of picture.” you complained lightly.
“why not?” he asked, switching between sticking his tongue out and raising his eyebrows far above his forehead.
“we have too many of those. i want a sweet one.”
“i can be sweet for you.”
suddenly james plastered on a soft smile, angling his body closer to yours. your shoulders were just about touching now and you couldn’t help but lean into him, tilting your head to the side. matching his expression, you clicked the burst mode on your phone, letting the camera take a dozen continuous shots.
“let’s take a live one, too.” james suggested.
following along, you changed the camera setting and used a different pose. you winked at the camera as james held up a peace sign. right at the last second, he went to give the top of your head a quick kiss before offering the camera an innocent smile.
blinking, you only registered what he’d done a moment later, when you’ve already brought your phone down. perking up, you playfully glared at him and shoved his arm.
“you—you can’t just pull a stunt like that!”
“what stunt?” he feigned confusion, turning his attention back to the stage.
scoffing to yourself, you rolled your eyes at him before looking back at your phone, playing the live picture over. it managed to capture the entire thing—your cute pose and james’ sudden kiss.
shoving your phone back inside your pocket, you tried to not let the butterflies that swarmed your stomach distract you from the performance. you didn’t know how much longer the two of you would go on like this, tip toeing around your feelings. you were sure at least some part of james returned your feelings, but in all honesty, you were far too scared of the uncertainty that come along with it. this crush, this admiration. so for now, you’ll let your unspoken feelings linger.
and one day, you’ll find the courage to voice them. one day.
a/n: soooo what do we think?? i'm sorry i couldn't fit martin and seonghyeon in, didn't know where i should put them 😵💫 feel free to send in requests for james! he deserves just as much love as the others <33
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