cortis x situationships (hyung line) reader gets jealous ──── misunderstandings, angst── NOT PROOFREAD!
sypnosis: reader gets jealous during the talking stage, what is cortis’ reactions?
james chao
- he’s sooo chill at first
- but he opens up pretty quickly, and the friendship flourishes into something that’s a lot more than friends but not enough to put a title to it.
- around campus, it’s all stolen glances at sneaking away to the library to giggle and steal kisses
- it’s not like you were a secret or anything because even his friends know you by name but it was so fun sneaking around otherwise
- but that’s exactly why you’re confused when you playfully look through his phone and see more than 2 girls in his DMs
- “who the hell is this?” you say as you sit on his lap, turning the phone to face him. he just shrugs.
- “you don’t know? you texted her back.”
- he grabs his phone and shuts it off then throws it aside.
- “some girl from class. she asked for help for something.”
- but the way he shrugs it off has you even more suspicious. so when you go home and do some stalking, you find things you absolutely don’t want to see.
- james is confused when he wakes up blocked and you avoid him at school.
- but of course he doesn’t give up easy. he pushes until you’re forced to tell him to stop.
- “what james? what do you want?” you say with crossed arms.
- “why did you block me? no explanation, or anything. what did I do over the course of one night?” he laughs at the ridiculous question, because really, why does he even have to ask?
- with a roll of eyes you sigh. “your phone. I looked that girl up. she’s your ex james! you were getting back together with her! how is that not crazy to you?”
- he frowns. “what? are you talking about ——?”
- you nod and he laughs. “y/n. did you think I was cheating on you?”
- “and on her! you were talking to both of us asshole.”
- “No! I mean yes, I was talking to her, but it wasn’t like that. She…. has some problems at home and she needed someone to talk to. I was with her when all of it first started, she figured I would be the only one to understand.”
- you fall silent. “Oh.”
- he chuckles, reaching out and putting and arm around you. “Yeah, Oh. I would never do that to you, y/n. I like you too much. Next time just talk to me yeah?”
juhoon
- omg you guys are the grumpy bf, hyper gf combo. but you’re sure he loves it deep down no matter how much he says he hates it.
- “you’re so loud!” “chill, bro chill.” “why is stop hard concept for you to understand?” were phrases you heard daily, but they always went through one ear and out the other. if he hated it so much he wouldn’t still be coming over.
- “ju, how often do you get acai with the guys?”
- he shrugs. “probably like three times a week.”
- you gasp dramatically and he flinches. “and you haven’t invited me not even once?”
- “nah. it’s a me and the guys type of thing. plus it’s the only time i get away from you.”
- you roll your eyes, laying back down on your bed while he sat on your desk chair.
- a week later though, you see on seonghyeon’s instagram a post of them at the acai place again; this time, an extra body. a girl, smiling as she leaned on juhoon’s shoulder.
- and the days after, he wonders why he hasn’t been hearing from you. when he sees you at school, he speed walks towards you and pretends he didn’t just run race across campus to get to you.
- “hey.” he says, bumping your shoulder slightly.
- you glance at him, then look away. he frowns.
- “what’s that about?”
- silence. its all he’s been getting recently and he’s tired of it. grabbing your arm, he stops you in your tracks and turns you to face him.
- “i said what’s up with you? you’ve been avoiding me.”
- “wow, you actually noticed. thought you’d be glad i was finally leaving you alone.”
- he shakes his head. “what are you talking about?”
- you scoff impatiently. “you said acai was only for the guys. so why did i see that you took a girl that i know isn’t part of ‘the boys’ ?”
- his face deadpans. “That’s what this is about? acai?”
- “I don’t care about the stupid acai! why was it so easy to take her and not me? what’s wrong with me?” you say exasperated.
- “that’s— nothing is wrong with you. she’s just a friend. we’ve known her for years…why are you so bothered?”
- “because I like like you idiot,” you say then stomp away at how frustrating he is.
- he’s left standing there, dumbfounded. but he doesn’t let you get far. he knows enough from binge watching movies with you that he should never let the girl walk away.
- “Wait let me say my part too. I like you as well, idiot. I wanted to do this correctly,” he sighs, digging in his pocket and pulling out a small coupon.
- “free acai bowls for a month”
- “I’ve been saving this for when…I ask you out. Properly.”
martin
- omaigah he’s so nice and sweet it has you wondering how you even managed to get his attention.
- he’s so attentive to everything about you it shocks you how he knows so much. how he remembers every detail.
- you feel so special, until you realize he’s like this with everyone.
- of course you’re more than happy he’s such a good person but you wished he was this way just with you.
- selfish? maybe. who wouldn’t be with a guy like martin?
- “okay, what’s going on in that pretty little head?” the blonde before you says, tapping your temple lightly.
- “what?” you say, glancing up. he chuckles and tilts his head.
- “what are you thinking about so hard?”
- you shrug. “just stuff. justin bieber, dean from supernatural, my late assignments.”
- he laughs, but it’s not funny enough for him to drop it.
- “nothing else?”
- you think about it, then shake your head. but your hesitation was a clear indication. there was something, you just didn’t want to tell him. that doesn’t sit right in his head.
- “alright….”
- when he’s about to go home, he grabs his coat and pauses at your door. he spins on his heel,
- “y/n, I like you a lot. like an insane amount and it would kill me if you didn’t feel comfortable enough to open up to me.”
- your eyes widen in surprise.
- “oh. I mean… I am comfortable. so so comfortable with you, I’ve told you my deepest secret.”
- “not that. I don’t want you to feel like there’s nothing you can’t tell me. If we’re going to….take each other serious I want to know everything you’re thinking. I can tell there’s something wrong.”
- you bite the inside of your cheek, mentally cursing him for being so damn aware. there’s no getting out of this.
- “I…..it’s stupid.” you wave off. he frowns with his big, puppy eyes and shakes his head. he steps towards you and speaks again, slowly and quiet.
- “nothing you could ever say is stupid.”
- you practically melt, and let it out.
- “you’re just sooo nice martin. too nice, that it drives me crazy. i just envy that everyone gets the same treatment as me. what if i want you to myself?”
- his shoulders drop, along with his entire face.
- “you have me! all of me, I promise. I can’t change who I am but they don’t have me like you do.”
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summary; somewhere between “this means nothing” and “don’t look at anyone else” things stopped making sense. no labels, no promises, no right to feel this way and yet, he does. and you’re not sure what’s worse.. that he won’t define it, or that you don’t want him to?
and it wasn’t the kind of silence that felt neutral or forgettable,
no, it was the kind of absence that had weight to it, the kind you could feel even when your phone was face down on the table like it was refusing to help you out here lol
it wasn’t uncommon for the both of you to have these little.. moments,
one of you says something that even slightly triggers the other and there you go; a silent treatment or petty act follows right away
for the longest time you had no idea why or how these situations seemed to repeat itself like a cycle you weren’t able to break,
but at this point it’s becoming something a little too hard to .. ignore (quite literally)
confrontation or whatever you want to call this, happens every time the topic or situation seems to become a little too; real and serious
something neither of you have been able to face or at least admit
you had sent him something small earlier, something stupid and harmless, just to watch it sit there unread for long enough that you stopped pretending it didn’t bother you,
ryul didn’t ignore you by accident, which also happens sometimes tho,
but this time, he definitely ignored you on purpose,
which meant he was either busy, annoyed, or in one of those moods where he decided emotional withholding was a personality trait (men sigh) (just kidding)
so instead of doing what you definitely should have done, which was waiting it out like a normal person and let the moment pass by on it’s own, you called ohyul
because if ryul wanted to act weird, you could absolutely act weirder
and ohyul, unfortunately, was always available for chaos,
you’re not quite sure if it’s because he genuinely cares for whatever is going on between you or if he’s just there for the tea and gossip,
but either way, he’s always there
“he’s ignoring you again?”ohyul asked after you explained the situation,
his tone already filled with amusement like he was watching a show he had paid for,
you sighed, stirring your coffee slowly, way too slowly,
“yes, and i know he’s awake,”
“maybe he’s sulky,” ohyul chuckles,
“good,” you replied immediately, without even thinking about it,
ohyul laughed, but quickly stopped himself like he was trying not to get in trouble for finding your ‘relationship’ situation entertaining,
“you two are actually insane,”
you leaned back slightly, narrowing your eyes at him,
“we are not a ‘we.’ there is no ‘we.’ we are two extremely normal people who occasionally interact under controlled conditions,”
ohyul hums, very unconvinced in the way only someone who had watched you and ryul interact for longer than five minutes could be,
“right, my bad,” he laughs, “controlled conditions,”
you were about to argue back when your phone started buzzing,
and as if the universe was trying to set you up with yet another plot;
ryul was calling
of course he was,
you stared at the screen for a second longer than necessary,
almost like you were deciding whether or not to entertain him or whatever petty behavior he was trying to get across,
but you answered anyways, very casually and unbothered, or at least an attempt at it,
“hello?”
there was no greeting on his end,
no softness, no patience, just his voice, low and immediately sharp like it had already decided what mood it was in,
“where are you,”
you blinked, letting the silence sit for a moment before you leaned back into your chair with a little too much excitement,
“hi to you too,”
“don’t do that,” he cut in immediately, and there was something raw about it, something a little heavier than usual, like your tone alone was irritating him more than it should have,
because he could clearly tell you were enjoying this,
“just tell me where you are,”
you glanced at ohyul,
who was now very obviously invested in this conversation,
then let your voice soften just a little, just enough to push his buttons a little bit more,
“why do you care?”
a pause, short but noticeable,
“why?,” he echoed, like the word itself didn’t sit right in his mouth,
“yeah,” you continued, “you seemed very busy all day, why do you care now,”
he scoffed, “who said i was busy,”
“busy ignoring me at least,” you shoot back,
another pause followed,
“are you with ohyul?”
it wasn’t a question, it was more a confirmation of his own thoughts,
you tilted your head, even though he couldn’t see it, letting a small smile pull at your lips because something about his tone was already giving him away,
“does it matter?”
the silence that followed felt different,
it was definitely less controlled and way more restrained, like something in him was tightening instead of settling,
“answer me,” he said again, and this time there was no edge of annoyance left in it,
just something focused and too direct, like he needed you to say it yourself,
you exhaled softly, that same smile still on your face,
“yes, i’m out with ohyul,”
there was a beat of silence so complete it almost felt like he had stopped breathing on the other end,
then, quieter, far quieter than before, he mumbled something that you couldn’t quite get,
and then the call ended
you stared at your phone for a second longer than you should have, feeling the aftertaste of his tone sit somewhere in your heart but..
you weren’t quite sure what it was,
ohyul raised a brow, “that sounded loving,”
“it was,” you replied,
“well, yeah it was definitely something,” he said, leaning back in his chair like he was enjoying watching whatever just happened,
a little later, you went home,
you kicked your shoes off near the door with more force than necessary,
dropped your bag somewhere towards your couch,
and most importantly, you told yourself you were done thinking about him for the night,
you made it approximately five minutes into that lie,
until-
you suddenly heard the sound of your front door unlocking,
you didn’t turn immediately,
because tbh you already knew, you figured that once ohyul got back home, ryul would know you were back home too,
and yup, you were right,
“you know,” you said once you heard shoes being kicked off by the door,
your voice was calm in a way that didn’t match the sudden awareness creeping up your spine, “most people knock,”
“most people don’t go out with my best friend when they’re ignoring me,” ryul replied,
there was something different in his tone now that he was here, something more controlled but also heavier, almost like the anger had been carried in with him and was now filling the room without needing to be spoken out loud,
you turned slowly,
and he was standing in your doorway like he belonged there,
like the idea of your space having boundaries didn’t apply to him in the first place,
his hoodie was slightly wrinkled, his hair messier than usual in a way that clearly showed he hadn’t cared how he looked on the way over, and his expression was set in something controlled but far from calm,
your gaze dropped briefly, before coming back to his eyes, “usually people don’t walk into someone’s house unannounced,”
“you gave me a spare,” he replied immediately, holding up the key for you to see,
“for emergencies,”
his eyes met yours instantly, “this is an emergency,”
you let out a quiet laugh, “oh really? what’s the emergency?”
he stepped fully inside,
“you,”
his voice was lower now, stripped of the earlier sharpness and replaced with something more contained, something that didn’t know where to go yet, for now at least,
you crossed your arms, forcing yourself to stay steady, “me?”
he looked at you for a moment like he was deciding how honest he was willing to be,
“you don’t reply to me,” he said, stepping closer slowly, not rushing, like he was trying not to lose control of himself rather than trying to close distance,
“but then go out with him?”
you lifted your chin slightly, “you didn’t reply first,”
“that’s not the same,” he said immediately,
“how is it not?”
his jaw tightened, just slightly, and for the first time tonight there was something almost unguarded in the way he looked at you,
like he was tired of explaining things he didn’t want to admit existed,
“…because it’s you,” he said, and there was something in it that made your chest go still for half a second,
you didn’t respond immediately, and the silence between you didn’t feel like space anymore,
it felt like a weird feeling of pressure..
he was closer now, close enough that if either of you moved wrong, there wouldn’t be distance to pretend with anymore,
which was a close call for real this time,
“did you have fun?” he asked, quieter, and it almost sounded like he didn’t want the answer,
“with ohyul?”
“don’t say his name like that,” he muttered, and there it was again; that edge, that irritation that didn’t really belong to ohyul at all,
because you both know that deep down he didn’t care about ohyul, it could’ve been the president himself, it wouldn’t have mattered to him either way,
you studied him for a second, noticing the way his gaze kept flicking between your eyes and your mouth like he was trying not to focus on the wrong thing,
“like what?” you asked,
he exhaled through his nose, something controlled breaking slightly at the edges,
“like he has any business being near you,” he stated like it was a proven fact,
and that made you pause for a second,
because that wasn’t casual,
that was something heavier trying not to call itself anything,
“you’re being weird,”
he let out a short, humorless laugh, like he couldn’t believe you were still pretending not to see it.,
“yeah,” he admitted, almost too fast, “i am,”
the honesty should have made it easier, but it didn’t,
he stepped closer again, and this time his hand came to your waist,
it was slow, like he was giving you time to stop him even though you both knew you wouldn’t,
“i don’t like this,” he said,
“what part?”
his thumb shifted slightly against your side, grounding you in a way that .. familiar yet confronting,
“this,” he said again, like it was obvious and impossible to explain at the same time,
“you acting like you don’t matter to me until i have to find out you’re with someone else to remember it,”
you tilted your head slightly,
“so what are you saying?”
his eyes held yours for a long moment, something unsteady finally slipping through the control he always tried to keep in place,
“i’m saying,” he said quietly, “that i don’t like sharing you with anyone,”
there it was, not said like love, not allowed to be, but said anyway..
you didn’t answer immediately, and that silence was enough for him to,
he exhales sharply and lets go of your waist again,
but it’s not distance, it’s worse..?
he drags a hand through his hair like he’s trying to get his thoughts in order and failing, pacing two steps away before stopping, like even that much space irritates him,
“this is exactly why i don’t do this,” he mutters,
you lean back slightly against the counter, arms crossing, not chasing him, not softening,
“don’t do what?”
he lets out a short laugh that doesn’t sound amused at all,
“this- whatever this is supposed to be,” he says as he gestures vaguely between the two of you,
you raise a brow,
“you mean the thing you keep showing up for?”
that hits,
you see it in the way his shoulders tense, in the way he looks at you again like you just said something a little too accurate,
“yeah,” he says, quieter now, “that,”
there’s a pause, thick and uncomfortable, but neither of you moves to fix it,
“you don’t get to act like that,” he adds suddenly, sharper again, like the thought circled back and pissed him off all over,
you frown, “like what,”
“like you can just-” he gestures vaguely, frustrated, words not coming out clean “-do whatever you want and i’m just supposed to not care,”
you blink at him, “i can do whatever i want,”
“i know that,” he snaps, then immediately exhales like he hates that answer, “that’s the problem,”
you push off the counter, taking a step toward him now, “then what do you want, ryul?”
he goes quiet,
not because he doesn’t have an answer, but because he has too many..
his jaw tightens again, and for a second it looks like he’s about to say something,
but then he scoffs instead, shaking his head like he’s annoyed at himself for even getting close,
“i don’t know,” he mutters, “something that makes sense,”
you let out a small, dry laugh, “this made sense to you before,”
“yeah,” he says immediately, eyes snapping back to yours, “before you started acting like i’m an option,”
that lands harder than it should,
you tilt your head slightly, defensive now,
“you made it optional,”
“i didn’t say you were replaceable,”
“you didn’t say anything,” you shoot back, “that’s the whole issue,”
silence.
that one sits between you, heavier than the rest so far,
he looks at you like he wants to argue, like he wants to push back,
but there’s nothing to say to that, and he knows it,
“yet you’re still here,” he says finally, like that’s his defense,
you let out a quiet breath, “so are you,”
another pause, a weird tension filling the air,
he steps closer again, slower this time, like he’s thinking through it and still choosing to close the distance anyway,
“yeah,” he says under his breath, “that’s what’s pissing me off,”
you don’t move,
“then leave,” you say, not softly, not gently,
just honest and raw,
his eyes flick up to yours immediately, something sharp cutting through the frustration,
“you want me to?” he asks,
you hold his gaze, and there it is,
that awful, honest middle ground that you’ve been circling around for the longest time,
he huffs out a quiet breath, something almost like a laugh but not quite an actual laugh, shaking his head again,
“you’re unbelievable” he mutters,
you only hum,
“you go out with other people-“”
“i went for coffee,” you cut in,
“that’s not the point,” he snaps, then lowers his voice again, like he’s forcing himself back under control,
“the point is i don’t like it, and i don’t get to say that without sounding insane,”
you study him for a second, “you kind of do sound insane,”
“thanks,” he says flatly, “that helps a lot,”
but he’s closer again now, close enough that the tension shifts, not disappearing
but more like it’s changing shape,
“you don’t get to be mad at me for something we never defined,” you say, your voice came out a lot steadier than you thought it would,
“i’m not mad at you,” he replies immediately,
you raise a brow and he hesitates for a second,
“…i’m mad at the situation,” he corrects, but it sounds like a lie even to him,
“same thing,” you chuckle,
he looks at you for a long second, something unreadable settling in his expression,
his gaze is less sharp now, but heavier,
“no,” he says, “it’s not,”
you don’t ask him to explain, because you already know,
his gaze drops briefly, then comes back up, slower this time, like he’s giving himself a second to decide whether or not to say the next part,
he shouldn’t and you both know he shouldn’t, but he does it anyway,
“…if it was anyone else,” he says, his voice was low and controlled in a way that feels like it’s holding something back, “i wouldn’t care,”
your chest tightens slightly, but you don’t say anything,
“but it’s you,” he adds, almost like that’s the problem,
and the worst part? (to him at least)
you don’t soften,
you just look at him, steady, matching his energy instead of easing it,
“then maybe you should,” you say,
and that pushes him, you see it immediately,
his expression tightens, something frustrated and real slipping through before he can stop it,
“yeah?” he says, stepping in again, closing the last bit of space like he’s done pretending distance helps,
“you want me to stop caring?”
you don’t answer right away, and he can clearly tell you’re just testing him now, pushing him to a higher level that he wasn’t sure if he was ready for, and that’s enough for him,
his hand comes back to your waist, not hesitant this time, not careful,
just there, firm, grounding, like he’s reminding both of you exactly what this is when words stop making sense,
“because i can’t do this halfway,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, “either i don’t care, or i care too much, and right now-”
he cuts himself off, jaw tightening,
you tilt your head slightly, “right now what?”
he looks at you like he’s already said too much, like he’s annoyed you’re making him say the rest,
like he knows you’re pushing him,
“…you’re making it very hard to pretend i don’t care,” he finishes,
he shouldn’t move closer again,
and yet,
he does anyway,
that last bit of distance disappears like it was never there in the first place, his hand still firm at your waist, pulling you in just enough that it stops feeling like a conversation and starts feeling like something else entirely,
you don’t step back but you also don’t soften,
if anything, you hold his gaze like you’re challenging him to do something about it,
“then don’t,”
and that’s it,
that breaks whatever little control he had left,
something in his expression shifts, frustration, tension, but there’s something sharper underneath it,
and before either of you can overthink it, his hand tightens and he pulls you into him properly this time,
and then he kisses you, before either of you can say anything else,
his lips were not soft, not careful, not anything like the kind of kiss that asks,
no, this one takes,
like he’s been holding it back for too long and doesn’t care anymore about doing it right, about easing into it, about pretending this is casual,
his mouth presses against yours hard enough to steal your breath for a second,
and the way he kisses you feels impatient, almost rough around the edges, not careless, but not gentle either,
like all the frustration he’s been trying to keep in check finally found somewhere to go,
your hand comes up instinctively, gripping the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away, and that only makes it worse,
in the best way possible,
because he reacts immediately,
like that was all the permission he needed,
his other hand comes up to your side, fingers pressing in just enough to ground you there, to keep you exactly where he wants you,
and the kiss deepens without hesitation, still heated, still rushed, like he’s trying to make a point without actually saying it,
your breath catches against him, and you feel the way he exhales through his nose, sharp and uneven, like he’s still annoyed, still worked up, and somehow pouring all of it into the way he moves against you,
it’s messy.
not sloppy, just .. intense
like neither of you is thinking about pacing or control, just reacting, and letting go,
when he finally pulls back, it’s not far, barely an inch probably,
close enough that you can still feel his breath against your lips, still feel the tension sitting there between you, not gone, just shifted into something heavier,
his grip doesn’t loosen, if anything, it stays exactly the same,
“this is what i mean,” he mutters, voice low, still edged with frustration, like even that didn’t fix anything, “you do this-“
you tilt your head slightly, breath uneven but your expression still steady, “you kissed me,”
“you let me,” he shoots back immediately,
you don’t deny it, and that silence says enough.
his gaze drops to your lips again, slower this time, like he’s debating whether to do it again or force himself to step back,
but he doesn’t step back, of course he doesn’t,
instead, his thumb shifts slightly against your side, grounding himself more than you,
like he’s trying to hold onto something solid in the middle of something that clearly isn’t,
“you’re making this way harder than it should be,” he says quietly,
you meet his eyes, “you’re the one that’s making this hard,”
another pause,
he exhales, almost like a quiet, frustrated laugh, shaking his head just slightly,
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
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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
cortis! bestfriend headcannons ── fluff , platonic friendship, tiny bit of angst? ── maknae line x f reader ── not proofread
[a/n : ] this is pure fiction and is in no way portraying true character of these idols!
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seonghyeon
- he is sooooo easy to ragebait it’s insane. you don’t even know how you managed to be friends for this long when all you’ve done is made him mad to the point of blocking you on everything INCLUDING fortnite
- but you know deep down he secretly enjoys your company because he still agrees to hangouts and lays up in your bed like it’s his own.
- “bro, when are you gonna unblock me? I literally had to download kik to talk to you when you can just….press unblock” you say, throwing a pillow at him.
- “never. all you do is talk shit”
- “how do I talk shit? when have I ever” you ask, though you know exactly why. in fact this was just you playing dumb to get at him.
- he rolls his eyes, already clearly irritated. “you call me trash at fort and get mad when i say i don’t wanna play because you called me trash.”
- you let out a small chuckle. “I was joking sean. you out of all people should know that.” you reach your hand out, waiting on him to accept your truce handshake
- he stares at it before taking it slowly and nodding.
- I feel like despite his blunt attitude and your constant bullying, he’ll have a soft spot that shows up every now and then when he’s comforting you about something or simply just having a good time.
- when things get serious, and an argument breaks out best believe he isn’t going to stop until you finally see things from his perspective.
- even if you want to get away from him and solve it later, he absolutely refuses to let you go so you just agree to whatever so he lets you off the hook.
- so while he’s satisfied, he can sense you’re still upset in the way you avoid him or don’t look his way.
- he doesn’t gaf, he’ll chase you around and even unblock you just to get you to talk again.
- when you’re finally good again, he’ll offer to play fortnite and die purposefully so that you can make fun of him for being ass at the game and then it’ll be like nothing ever happened in the first place.
keonho
- like seonghyeon, i can see your entire friendship also being based on constant making fun of each other
- there’s not a day that goes by where one of you isn’t bursting out at the other for the way they dressed today or mocking the way they said something.
- it isn’t always like that though. sometimes you just sit in your room, forcing keonho to watch all your favorite chic flicks and give his ratings (though they’re never under a 7/10 because you threatened him LMAO)
- or, you sit in his room and eat snacks as he shows you his favorite albums and yaps about how they’re peak. he’s said that about every artist he’s shown you btw.
- he wouldn’t be a best friend if he didn’t completely ignore you in the presence of a girl he’s clearly into. the way he avoids your eyes, or waves you away aggressively when the girl isn’t looking has you dying and you snap a picture of him just so you could bully him about it later.
- “bro let me put you on with my homeboy, he’s aight for you I think.” he says, hitting your shoulder.
- “I already told you I’m not talking to seonghyeon.” you’re just guessing, because for some reason he’s so adamant about setting you two up.
- his shoulders drop dramatically. “why?! he has money!”
- “so it was seonghyeon? why do you want me to date him so bad? and I don’t care about his money!”
- keonho smiles sheepishly, “dude come onnnn. we can go on double dates! you can finally meet that girl I’ve been talking to!”
- if it ever comes down to an argument, the awkwardness after it kind of lasts because keonho isn’t very confrontational and you weren’t either. it’s like your friendship was put on hold; just waiting for the other to reach out first.
- he’s as sorry as you are, and he reflects deeply about what he has done. so after a pep talk with martin about ‘taking accountability’ he sucks it up and shoots you a text to hang. though he def makes juhoon come along to be the mediator LMAO
- “You guys look like babies,” Juhoon says as he watches you two hug animatedly after making up.
guys im genuinely so devastated because i absolutely did NOT see this coming 😭😭😭 but as sad as i am, im also so happy for him that he knows what he wants and is pushing forward to achieve his dreams as a solo artist. i can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for the members and heeseung himself because to come from a survival show and share all of those experiences together UGH it just makes me so sad wondering if he thought he would disappoint his fans for leaving.
well anyway, I hope his fans act right and don’t forget that he isn’t ENTIRELY gone, he’s just closing this chapter of his life and moving on! I’m sure we’ll hear a lot from him after wards so all we can really do is support him!!
STOPPP because why are y’all so thirsty for ohyul smut (me too bruvs me too) y’all are insane (just like me)
sooooo since the streets have spoken and my asks have been full of smut reqs, who’s ready for a pt2 of the friends to lovers, hallway ohyul fic???? 👀👀 your wish is literally my command 😌😛😛
hope you’re prepared for a long read because if we’re doing this.. we’re doing it RIGHT 🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻 possibly my fav one yet hehe (but don’t get your expectations up too high tho, just in case it flops🤷🏻♀️😭😭)
it’ll probably be posted tomorrow HERE’S PT 1 IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T READ IT YET 😛😛😝
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; he’s home, the water’s running, and the members are complaining again. ohyul’s post work shower ritual strikes again, but this time you’re caught in the middle
warnings; suggestive, kissing, hints at shower sex, petnames
wc; 1,8k - requested
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he’s been home for exactly three minutes before he announces it; “i’m showering.”
it’s automatic, a nightly routine, almost like muscle memory
and the members groan from the living room in perfect unison, knowing damn well where this is going
“you just got here,” woojin calls out
“set a timer this time,” ryul adds “i don’t wanna wait a whole hour again”
ohyul doesn’t even bother to respond, he drops his bag by the door and runs a hand through his hair as he finally looks up towards the couch
and there’s you
he didn’t realise you were already here waiting for him to get home and his whole expression softens immediately
“hi,” he says, walking over and stealing a quick kiss before you can even say something or tease him about the shower thing, “i’m gonna wash up first”
you giggle softly, squinting at him, “of course you are”
it’s an inside joke at this point.
the legendary hour-long showers
the mysterious disappearance in the bathroom
his members swear he’s in there solving world hunger or composing symphonies instead of just… showering like a normal human being
he leans down slightly, voice lowering just for you to hear, “you could come with me, you know”
you chuckle, “no thanks”
he shrugs, unbothered, lips curving in a small smirk, “we can spend time together, multitask”
“multitask?” you repeat, laughing at how satisfied he looks with himself
“quality time,” he corrects smoothly, “it’s.. efficient”
woojin, who was busy doing something on his laptop, most likely editing a new vid, says; “stop flirting and just go already”
ohyul rolls his eyes, throwing the closest pillow he could find towards the guy
and then looks back at you, a playful glint in his eyes, “rock, paper, scissors. if i win, you at least consider it”
“consider it?” you echo
“yeah, seriously consider it”
you narrow your eyes but hold out your hand anyway, not being able to hide the little smile on your face, “fine”
“rock, paper, scissors-”
he wins.
of course he wins
and he looks insanely pleased with himself, “see? it’s fate”
“you rigged that,” you accuse jokingly
“i did not-“ he defends, “i win,”
“mhhhm” you hum to yourself, pretending to think,
he starts backing toward the hallway, not breaking eye contact, “door’s unlocked. just saying”
and before you could say anything, he’s already gone, disappearing into the bathroom
and not even a minute later, the sound of the shower starting fills the dorm
you flop back against the couch, ryul laughs and shakes his head, “don’t fall for it, he’s gonna be in there forever”
you sigh to yourself, getting comfortable on the couch
“i’ll just hang out with ryul in the meantime,” you announce loudly
loud enough for your bf to hear
“i heard that!!” he yelled from down the hall, making you and ryul laugh
not even five minutes pass before your phone lights up
ohyul’s calling
you stare at it, before you turn your head to look towards the bathroom door that is literally one wall away
“he has serious distancing issues” ryul laughs, “he’s not even 10 minutes into his.. whatever he’s doing”
you laugh, but answered anyway, “what?”
“hi,” he says, like he’s not literally calling you from inside the shower, you can hear the water running in the background, “can you come here for a sec?”
“..you could have literally called my name”
“yeah but this feels more dramatic”
you sigh and get up, padding down the hall and when you open the bathroom door, steam rolls out immediately, warm and thick, fogging up the bathroom mirror
“what do you need?” you ask, the heat in the room slapping you in the face
he peeks his head out from behind the shower curtain, his hair already damp, water running down his shoulders, that stupid, smug smile on his face
and you can’t lie, he looks unfairly good
annoyingly good..
“i forgot my body wash,” he admits, sheepishly
you blink at him, “what?”
“it’s on my desk,” he says defensively, “i cleaned and organised everything”
“that’s a first”
“hey!”
you roll your eyes at him before turning around
you grab the bottle from his room and come back, holding it out to him without stepping too far inside
he doesn’t take it from your hand immediately
instead, he looks at you through the steam, eyes slow and knowing
“you’re already here now,” he says, a small smirk on his face
“don’t”
“it’s warm”
“ohyul”
“baby”
“no.”
“we could save water,” he adds helpfully, as if he just found the solution for his own needs
you laugh, “you take hour long showers, i don’t think you care about saving water”
he groans in defeat, reaching out as if he was going to take the bottle, but instead his fingers linger around your wrist,
holding you
not tight, just enough
“please stay,” he says, softer now, almost pleading, his eyes glazed over
you hesitate for a sec, sighing to yourself
he steps a little closer, still mostly hidden behind the curtain, but close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off him now
there’s water droplets sliding down his jaw and chest and he tilts his head slightly, looking at you
really looking at you
“i missed you all day,” he murmurs, a slight pout on his lips as he speaks, “and then i finally see you and you hang out with ryul instead”
“you abandoned me for your shower,” you remind him, laughing quietly
“i invited you,” he defends himself, “i even won rock paper scissors”
you shake your head, giggling at his pouty smile but you don’t pull your hand away
he leans in just enough to press a quick, wet kiss to your knuckles, smirking when you inhale sharply,
“come on,” he says again, voice low but playful, “at least keep me company”
“is he still negotiating!?” ryul yells from the living room
ohyul groans, “ignore him”
you glance toward the door and then back at him
steam curls around both of you now
his fingers are still loosely wrapped around your wrist, his thumb now brushing soft circles against your skin like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it
you swallow, rolling your eyes playfully
“i can’t with you,” you say, chuckling, but it comes out quieter this time
he looks at you like he already knows that, like he knows you’re not actually leaving
his thumb slows before stops moving completely, pressing a little more intentionally against your skin
“and yet you’re still standing here,” he murmurs, more like he was stating a fact
you huff a laugh, trying to keep your composure, “i came to drop off your body wash”
“mm,” he hums, stepping just a fraction closer, close enough that the warmth from the shower hugs around you like a warm blanket, “well, you did, and now you can stay”
you should step back
you really should
but instead, your hand shifts from his wrist to his chest, to push him away
but you don’t put much effort into it, not fully convinced by your own intentions
he catches your waist easily with his free hand, steadying you before you can pretend to escape and run off again
“you’re wasting your shower time,” you mutter, more like a reminder to yourself than to him
“i know,” he says, smiling in that slow, smug way that lowkey makes you want to shove him away and kiss him at the same time, “actually you’re wasting it, you could’ve been in here all this time already”
you try to roll your eyes again, but it doesn’t quite land the way you intended it
you can feel the steamy warmth from his hand on your skin
“cmon baby” he pouts again
his gaze drops to your lips, then back to your eyes
unhurried, confident but eager at the same time, like he’s giving you one last chance to pull away
even though he already knows you won’t
and before you can rethink your decision
he smirks to himself, pulling you closer by your wrist until your clothed body touched his bare chest,
leaning down to press a warm kiss to your lips
it was gentle at first, a little teasing but still soft
but when you kiss him back, your hand coming up to brush back his damp hair, he can only smile into the kiss, his hand tightens slightly at your waist like he’s won something
his lips move against yours like he’s been waiting for this all day (which he basically did) and you barely have any time to react before he deepens it, tilting his head, drawing you closer until there was no space between you anymore
he hums against your mouth, pleased, as if he knew you’d melt like that
the kiss grows warmer, heavier and more charged soon enough, every brush of his lips on yours feels intentional, every pause only long enough for you to chase him
somewhere in the dorm, a door slams in the background, “is he still in there?!” you can hear louis yell
ohyul only pulls back far enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours, his lips smiling like he’s still amused by the whole thing, “they can wait,” he murmurs, like it’s the simplest decision in the world
and you don’t move
you don’t step back
you don’t even pretend you’re leaving this time
and he notices, of course he does
his smile softens into something more satisfied, more certain, his hand sliding from your waist to the edge of the shower curtain
his fingers curl around the edge of the curtain, pulling it back just enough for the warmth to escape
steam wraps around you two, thick and close, the air charged in that quiet way that makes your pulse feel louder than it should
you still hesitate for half a sec, just a moment, but long enough for him to notice
he lifts his eyebrows, amused, “what?” he murmurs, “you really thought you were just dropping something off?” he smirks
you roll your eyes, but you’re already stepping closer without thinking
he shifts a little to make room as he watches you undress yourself
and when you finally stepped into the shower with him, his hand immediately comes to your waist, pulling you closer with that same smug smile, this time just a little more confident
the water hits his shoulders, running down his chest, and you try very hard not to stare
but before you can, he leans in again, brushing his lips against yours
there’s no slow build this time, but he doesn’t rush it either
one of his hand comes up to your jaw, his thumb pressing lightly beneath your chin, tilting your head up to his.
his lips move against yours with quiet certainty, there’s no hesitation
his other thumb traces a lazy line along your hip, and when you melt into him without protest, he lets out a quiet, satisfied hum
he draws you in until your back meets the tiles on the wall, his body closing the space just enough to make it clear you’re not going anywhere
somewhere in the background, you can hear someone groan loudly, you weren’t even sure who it was at this point, “can he hurry-“
“i don’t think he’ll be out anytime soon bro” ryul snickered, knowing damn well what was happening
ohyul barely breaks the kiss, completely ignoring his members on the other side of the door, just enough to murmur against your mouth, “guess i win twice tonight”
his grin turns slightly wicked, amused as his eyes were glinting through the steam
you chuckle, “the first time was just luck”
he opens his mouth to argue back, but before he could you added; “look who’s wasting time now”
he lets out a soft, defeated laugh, “good thing i take long showers”
he pulls you almost impossibly closer, letting the steam swallow the space between you
and his smile only deepends like he knows exactly how this will end
james chao x reader ── fem reader is a shy people pleaser, and james is a good boyfie 🥹, communication fic
[ʚ♡⃛ɞ note] : this is for my introverted girlies who overthink! this resonates w me a lot and may we all find a man like james amen 🙂↕️
on your group vacation, everyone had agreed on heading down to the hotel pool to end the night of outdoor activities. but you on the other hand had made it clear you wanted to rest in, especially because you’re on your period. no one really minded.
now, you didn’t expect james to stay back with you or anything but it would’ve been nice if he did. were you going to tell him that? no. you’d feel too bad telling him to stay back with you when he so clearly wanted to join everyone else. but it must’ve shown on your body language or something, because he was quick to notice something was up.
while you unpacked a pair of pj’s from your suitcase, he sat right beside it, a hand coming up to rest around your waist. he pulls you closer to him slightly, looking up at you through his bangs. when you don’t reciprocate the affection, he’s scanning your face entirely.
“baby, what’s wrong?”
you just shake your head, zipping your suitcase close and grabbing the handle. he quickly stands, grabbing the suitcase himself and pulling it off the bed for you.
“thanks. nothing’s wrong.”
but james doesn’t buy it. he follows you to the bathroom where you’re going to change and leans against the door with crossed arms as he watches.
“I think something’s definitely wrong and you just don’t want to tell me. did I do something? was i too annoying at the restaurant?”
you roll your eyes, remembering how hyper he got during lunch thanks to martin and keonho’s encouragement.
“no you’re like that everyday.”
he frowns, but doesn’t take offense. if it wasn’t that, then what was it? good thing giving up is something he doesn’t do. slipping on your pajama shorts, his cheeks purse to one side.
james knew that you were too kind for your own good. someone cuts you in line? fine, you just let it happen. if someone dumps their entire workload on you? you accept it with a smile because you feel rude saying “no”. so it wasn’t a surprise you were this way in a relationship too.
he had seen it from the start. but he wanted to help you change that. to push you to start standing up and saying “no” or speak up when someone does something wrong.
he reaches out when you start taking out your skin care from your bag. he pulls you in a soft hug and wraps an tight arm around you. but just enough to make a point.
“You can tell me anything you know that right? I want to hear it, even if it hurts me. I’d rather you do that then bottle it up in here.”
he taps on your temple, and smiles when you meet his eyes. he can see you’re holding back in the way your eyes drop or the way you anxiously bite the inside of your cheek.
with a small sigh, you finally let it out.
“I don’t want you to go to the pool with the others. i don’t want to be alone.”
you jut out your lower lip and look down to avoid his gaze, the guilty feeling already creeping up your body.
but he huffs, and rests his chin on your head.
“okay then I’ll stay here with you.”
“really? what about the pool?”
he rubs your back lovingly.
“I can always go tomorrow, or the day after. i don’t mind staying back here with you okay? all you had to do was ask.”
your body relaxes against his, taking in the warmth.
“you were pretty annoying at the restaurant though”
you feel the vibrations of his laugh against your cheek, and he spins you in his arms to face the mirror. he helps you wash up and even does face masks with you <3.
james chao x reader ── fem reader is a shy people pleaser, and james is a good boyfie 🥹, communication fic
[ʚ♡⃛ɞ note] : this is for my introverted girlies who overthink! this resonates w me a lot and may we all find a man like james amen 🙂↕️
on your group vacation, everyone had agreed on heading down to the hotel pool to end the night of outdoor activities. but you on the other hand had made it clear you wanted to rest in, especially because you’re on your period. no one really minded.
now, you didn’t expect james to stay back with you or anything but it would’ve been nice if he did. were you going to tell him that? no. you’d feel too bad telling him to stay back with you when he so clearly wanted to join everyone else. but it must’ve shown on your body language or something, because he was quick to notice something was up.
while you unpacked a pair of pj’s from your suitcase, he sat right beside it, a hand coming up to rest around your waist. he pulls you closer to him slightly, looking up at you through his bangs. when you don’t reciprocate the affection, he’s scanning your face entirely.
“baby, what’s wrong?”
you just shake your head, zipping your suitcase close and grabbing the handle. he quickly stands, grabbing the suitcase himself and pulling it off the bed for you.
“thanks. nothing’s wrong.”
but james doesn’t buy it. he follows you to the bathroom where you’re going to change and leans against the door with crossed arms as he watches.
“I think something’s definitely wrong and you just don’t want to tell me. did I do something? was i too annoying at the restaurant?”
you roll your eyes, remembering how hyper he got during lunch thanks to martin and keonho’s encouragement.
“no you’re like that everyday.”
he frowns, but doesn’t take offense. if it wasn’t that, then what was it? good thing giving up is something he doesn’t do. slipping on your pajama shorts, his cheeks purse to one side.
james knew that you were too kind for your own good. someone cuts you in line? fine, you just let it happen. if someone dumps their entire workload on you? you accept it with a smile because you feel rude saying “no”. so it wasn’t a surprise you were this way in a relationship too.
he had seen it from the start. but he wanted to help you change that. to push you to start standing up and saying “no” or speak up when someone does something wrong.
he reaches out when you start taking out your skin care from your bag. he pulls you in a soft hug and wraps an tight arm around you. but just enough to make a point.
“You can tell me anything you know that right? I want to hear it, even if it hurts me. I’d rather you do that then bottle it up in here.”
he taps on your temple, and smiles when you meet his eyes. he can see you’re holding back in the way your eyes drop or the way you anxiously bite the inside of your cheek.
with a small sigh, you finally let it out.
“I don’t want you to go to the pool with the others. i don’t want to be alone.”
you jut out your lower lip and look down to avoid his gaze, the guilty feeling already creeping up your body.
but he huffs, and rests his chin on your head.
“okay then I’ll stay here with you.”
“really? what about the pool?”
he rubs your back lovingly.
“I can always go tomorrow, or the day after. i don’t mind staying back here with you okay? all you had to do was ask.”
your body relaxes against his, taking in the warmth.
“you were pretty annoying at the restaurant though”
you feel the vibrations of his laugh against your cheek, and he spins you in his arms to face the mirror. he helps you wash up and even does face masks with you before cuddling you to sleep in the hotel room.
Ohyul x Reader — partner in crime, best friends to lovers, rookie idol reader.
Author’s note :best friends to lovers ohyul my beloved🥹. —————————————————————Everyone knows two things about you and Ohyul.
First: you’re inseparable.
Second: neither of you will admit that means anything.
It starts with something small. Like you stealing snacks from the vending machine after practice and handing one to him without looking.
“You’re gonna get caught,” Ohyul mutters, but he takes it anyway, cuz who even rejects food ?
“You say that every time,” you reply. “And yet….”
He snorts. “Partner in crime ig”
“Always.”
It becomes routine after that.
Shared earbuds in the hallway. Inside jokes no one else understands. Him grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of trouble before it even starts. You defending him when someone talks too much. Sitting too close on the couch at the company lounge, legs pressed together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Too natural.
Your groups are exhausted (especially yours)
“You guys know you act like a couple, right?” Your leader finally snaps one night.
You laugh. “We really don’t.”
Ohyul nods. “Yeah. We’re just friends.”
The room goes quiet.
“…You literally fed him,” woojin says.
“…And he fixed your mic pack,” adds woojin.
“And you share jackets,” ryul said smirking “Please. For the love of god. Decide.”
You and Ohyul exchange a look.
Then laugh.
Later that night, you sneak up to the rooftop together, the city glowing beneath you like something out of an old music video. The air is cool, wind tugging at your sleeves. You sit side by side, shoulders brushing.
“You think they’re serious?” you ask, swinging your legs.
Ohyul hums. “They’re dramatic.”
“You literally hold my hand in public.”
“That’s strategic,” he replies. “People don’t mess with us.”
You grin. “Lowk you’re right”
You fall into a comfortable silence, watching the lights flicker below. You ramble about nothing — a new song you like, a dance move you can’t get right, how weird it feels still being called a rookie.
Ohyul listens. Always.
“Hey,” you say suddenly. “Do you think if i debuted in another company you would still hang out with me this much?”
He looks at you like the question is ridiculous. “Obviously.”
“What if I got really busy?”
“I’d wait.”
You blink. “…Oh.”
He realizes too late what he said.
“I mean—” He clears his throat. “We’re a team yk…”
You smile softly. “Yeah. We are.”
The wind picks up. Without thinking, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.
You look at him. “You know you don’t help your case, right?”
He freezes, trying to hide the fact that he’s actually hella cold “What case?”
“The ‘just friends’ one.”
Silence stretches between you.
“…Oh,” he says slowly.
You turn to face him. “Oh?”
He looks at you — really looks — like he’s piecing together something that’s been right in front of him the whole time.
“…We’re idiots,” he mutters.
You laugh. “Damn..speak for yourself.”
He reaches out, fingers brushing yours, tentative for the first time ever. “So… this thing we do?”
“Our crimes?” you tease.
“Our us,” he corrects.
Your chest warms. “Yeah?”
“I don’t want to pretend anymore.”
You don’t answer with words.
You lean in, kiss soft and unhurried, like it’s always belonged there. His hand tightens around yours.
When you pull back, he exhales. “Wow.”
You grin. “Nothing new.”
He laughs, pressing his shoulders to yours. “Guess we’ve been dating this whole time.”
“Finally caught up, huh?🥹”
“Shut up.”
But he’s smiling.
Downstairs, your group will be furious.
Up here, it’s just you two.
Partners in crime ✌🏼.
——————————————————————- this one was very close to my heart ♡🥹🙏🏼 ♡thank you for reading + ✦ reblogs are appreciated ! (REQUESTS OPEN !! )
how p1h reacts when you get complimented!── jealous piwon, but they’re also rlly sweet, comedy
[a/n: guys I wrote this like a year ago 😅 but it’s out now! Im trying to get rid of drafts before new years so I can start writing again w a ‘blank canvas’! I think I started to care a little too much about what people thought of my work instead of just writing because I liked to that i stopped posting all together. But I’m trying to work on that by editing drafts and finally uploading them! anyway thank you for reading and please don’t be afraid to interact and give feedback! <3 ]
keeho
- he would honestly give the biggest side eye known to man. he thinks it’s so weird of guys to just compliment you as if he isn’t there but trust, he clocks them real quick. don’t get him wrong he is far from insecure and knows you deserve the compliments, but from another man? nah. he’s definitely the type to talk shit to them to their face cause who are they feeling like? “Do you even know this guy?” asks Keeho with the most annoyed face, pointing to the dude who’s just standing there, looking like he regrets coming up to you.
theo
- he acts nonchalant about it but its practically showing on his face. as soon as that guy approaches you two, (which he finds sooo crazy already) he’s staring him down. when the guy finally walks away he just laughs. “What was that?” He asks, amused. You just shrug, equally as confused and then he nods. “It’s my fault, for having such a gorgeous girlfriend. They won’t cherish you like I do though.”
jiung
- he’s too nice to say anything. when he gets jealous, he feels so bad even feeling that way because he trusts you but his heart still aches a little. he frowns when he sees you with someone he knows doesn’t have the best intentions and approaches calmly. but who is he kidding? the second you feel his hand on your back you just know. “Baby can I steal you for a second?” He says, enunciating the nickname. The guy looks at him with a salty scoff then walks away.
intak
- he doesn’t have an inch of hatred I n his heart. so when someone compliments you with clear intention of flirting he just smiles widely. “Right? I’m so lucky, she’s amazing.” then pulls you closer to his chest. He presses a kiss to your head and you’re giggling in his arms having a little moment that you don’t even notice the person walked away.
jongseob
he wouldn’t mind I feel like. he would acknowledge it like intak and then when you’re alone use it against you in a joking way. “can you tie my shoe?” “why don’t you tell the guy that liked your hair to do that for you?” he says w a smirk. he isn’t actually bothered but what’s he for if not to tease you?
soul
he’d be such a cutie about it. agrees with the person when it first happens, but later on in the day he’s ‘subconsciously’ holding you closer and making it very clear he’s your boyfriend. would swear it doesn’t bother him, but you catch him staring down anyone who even seems to look in your direction. you end up teasing him about it cause he’s just so cute for that.
texts w jealous cortis! x reader ── ft. &team maki, tws dohoon ── fluff, comedy, comfort, angst if u squint and read between the lines (🤓),
seonghyeon & keonho here!
james
martin
juhoon
[a/n:] ever since I figured out how to make these, I can’t stop LMAO. these are so much fun to make and I’m happy to take any requests! feedback is always appreciated <33
ONE THOUSAND NOTES GULP AHHH thank you guys so much for reading 🥹🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 I get unmotivated so fast its actually insane but seeing everyone actually enjoying what I write pushes me a little 🫰🏼 you guys get a big fat wet kiss 💋
