i need a idol!xlov x idol!reader pls, no pressure tho🤍
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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓈒 idol!rui X idol!reader 700+ words fluff/humor
ᝰ.ᐟ skinship rui helps reader do a split reader in pain
𝜗𝜚 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ៹ I love Rui grrr . Tysm for requesting !! This sum light sum calm . Where all the fics for xlov at omfg 😭. Dw guys ima get on my zoom .
The studio smelled like sweat, determination, and the faintest hint of Rui’s signature cologne — sharp, citrusy, and vaguely dangerous in the way that made you feel simultaneously alert and flustered.
“Okay,” Rui said, voice calm but firm, “so for this next part, you need to hit a split. I’ll demonstrate first.”
He moved like liquid. His body flowed with the music, bending, stretching, arching, hitting the perfect split so casually it made your jaw ache just to watch.
You, on the other hand, were… not Rui.
Not even close.
You tried to copy the movement, and for a second, it looked promising — until your hamstrings protested violently, your legs wobbled like wet noodles, and a sound somewhere between a scream and a squeak escaped you.
Rui blinked, tilting his head, one perfectly arched brow raised. “You okay?”
“F-fine!” you gasped, teeth gritted. “Just… warming up!”
“Uh-huh.” He gave you the faintest smirk, the one that said he was amused, but also very much judging.
“Alright,” he said, stepping closer, “here, let me help you.”
Before you could protest, he crouched slightly, grasped your ankles with the gentlest strength, and began guiding you into the split. You screamed. Loudly. And inhumanly.
“Rui!” you shrieked. “I’m gonna—”
“You’re fine,” he said, serene as a statue, a hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just a little more… and… there!”
You wobbled precariously, barely managing to stay upright, legs quivering, sweat beading at your temples. Rui’s hands were steady, supporting you perfectly, though he leaned slightly close, like he was inspecting your form — and you were suddenly hyperaware of how close his chest was.
“You’re… trying to kill me,” you gasped.
“Not kill,” he said softly, playful. “Just… maximize potential.”
“Potential to die,” you muttered, glaring.
He laughed lightly, that soft Rui laugh that made the studio feel suddenly warmer. “Exactly. Pain is growth. And look at you — growth is happening.”
You groaned, collapsing onto your side. Rui crouched down beside you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“C’mon, just one more try. I’ll spot you,” he said.
“I can’t,” you whispered.
“You can,” he said firmly, but gently. “You just need the right… encouragement.”
You blinked at him. “Encouragement?”
Rui leaned closer, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Yeah. You know… I’ll hold your legs steady, I’ll guide your back… and maybe I’ll give you a little pep talk too.”
“You mean torture,” you hissed.
“Depends on how you look at it,” he replied, smirking. “But I promise, I’ll make it fun.”
You groaned dramatically, letting him position you again. And as he held your legs, guiding you inch by inch into the split, you realized… okay, this was kind of intense, but also… kind of exhilarating. His hands were firm but careful, his focus entirely on you. And the way he glanced at you when you winced, half amused, half genuinely concerned… it made your chest flutter.
“Almost there…” he murmured.
You squeaked — very, very loudly — but his hands didn’t falter. And then, suddenly, you were in it. The split! Not perfect, not graceful, but functional.
“See?” Rui said, voice calm, tone triumphant. “You’re amazing.”
You blinked at him, panting. “I-I think I might die now.”
He chuckled softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “But you didn’t. You survived. And look how strong you are.”
You glared. “You are so enjoying this.”
“I am,” he admitted, eyes sparkling with that playful, teasing light. “But mostly because you did it. You’re incredible.”
And then — just for a heartbeat — he leaned slightly closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear. “Honestly… you make this so much more fun than doing it alone.”
You swallowed. “Fun?”
He smirked. “Yeah. Fun. And maybe… I like seeing you struggle a little.”
“Rui!” you squeaked.
He laughed softly, leaning back, hands still hovering protectively near yours. “Don’t lie. You like it too.”
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were burning. “Maybe. But I still hate you.”
“And I still love helping you,” he said, grinning. “So it balances out.”
You groaned, leaning back on the mat, trying to catch your breath. Rui stayed close, rubbing your back gently as the music played in the background, the chaos of stretching and screaming now fading into shared laughter.
And in that moment, sweaty, red-faced, aching from the split but smiling anyway, you realized: maybe working with Rui was exhausting. Maybe it was ridiculous. But it was also… exactly where you wanted to be.
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