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
𖡎 k. ohyul x reader
&&. est. relationship. fluff. you just can’t seem to get enough of ohyul’s glasses, and resort to drastic measures...
all content is purely fictional!
“baby?” ohyul calls once, then twice, before he repeats your name again as he makes his third round around the small hotel room. “have you seen my contacts?”
you’re sitting on the bed pretending to read a book, though most of your focus is going into making yourself look not-guilty.
“no,” you answer dutifully, turning another page you haven’t read.
“i swear i just had them.” you look up and have to do a double take. damn. ohyul always looks good, but standing there with his hands on his hips, hair messy from lying around all day, zip-up sliding off one shoulder to expose his bicep in that tank, with his glasses sliding low on his nose? angelic.
you force yourself to look back down, biting your lip to hide your smile.
“what’s wrong with the glasses?” you ask innocently. ohyul sighs.
“nothing, it’s just easier without having to carry them around ‘n stuff — especially when i’m dancing.”
you hum, sinking back into the pillows to watch him from behind your book as he paces around some more, still searching.
“this place is not that big,” he grouses, “they’ve gotta be here somewhere.”
your head falls back as he leans over you to check the shelf above the headboard. he catches your gaze where from you’re staring at him below. his lips quirk up a little at your beaming smile.
“what?”
“nothing,” you say, feigning nonchalance. “you just look hot in glasses.”
ohyul grins. “yeah?”
“yeah,” you answer, giggling when his arms drop to either side of you, caging you in against the pillows as he climbs on top of you. his lips meet yours, glasses fogging up, and the kiss makes you so breathless that you don’t notice his hands slipping behind the pillows at your back.
“aha!” he cries, snatching the contact case from where you’d stashed it under the pillows. he sits back, holding it out of reach while you try to grab it back. “little sneak.”
he laughs when you fall forward against him, steadying you with his free hand around your waist. “i kinda need these, you know,” he hums down at your pouting face.
“i like the glasses.”
“i can tell,” he teases, laughing again at your disdained expression. he kisses the pout on your lips once more before disentangling himself and getting to his feet. “freak.”
“just leave them for today!” you call after him in a dramatic plea as he gathers his things to change in the hotel bathroom, still laughing at you.
genre♡ fluff, sfw and nsfw under the cut, mdni
drabble♡ thinking abt how ryul would be as your chaotic bf..
warnings♡ highly suggestive hc for the nfsw but nothing too explicit/graphic,
i think he’d be sm fun to be around. you guys match each other freaks so well
i feel like he’s so mature in a relationship but you guys together would be so goofy and immature lmao
he impersonates you so well. he notices all your little habits and starts mocking you mid sentence js to annoy you
if you’re on your phone too long he’s slowly leaning into your frame until he’s blocking your entire screen and he’s js looking at you now like :] yk that cute potato face he does. :]
steals your seat and pats his lap like that solves it. and he's js beaming up at you like :D cutie
his affection feels natural and never forced
his default affection IS kissing your forehead
plays with your fingers/hands when you’re talking to him and he’s listening so attentively, pinky hooked onto yours
could honestly listen to you ramble for hrs
first to fall asleep on ft with you all the time. he denies it every time as his eyes are slowly closing and his voice goes down an octave ahusksjsks
he cradles you to his chest if you're both napping together.
brings you to the studio w him alone so you can watch him work n gets shy every time you compliment him
you ask him to rap on the spot and he'd get flustered at first bc its so sudden but you're his biggest hype man
kinda glazes you when he asks you to rap back, laughing bc he doesn't expect much but when you make a really easy rhyme he gets so hype he’s jumping around like you just dropped the hardest verse known to man
starts beatboxing just to set you up again
he's also YOUR biggest hype man in everything you do. he's always so proud of you and honestly he would be a great motivational speaker. when he's being dead serious ofc.
steals your phone without you knowing to take the ugliest pics ever n sets them as your wallpaper
low-key pouts when you don’t notice he got a haircut
says smth really frisky to you, acting all bold n that but then immediately folds when you say smth back to him
play fights w you. but he always loses on purpose so he can get pinned down by you. all part of his master plan you see.
he respects you a lot and he can be his most vulnerable when he’s w you, letting only you see parts of him that no one else does
he’s the type to remember smth you mentioned once ages ago. weeks later he shows up with your underrated snack you said in a side comment and he’s shrugging like it’s nothing but watching your reaction a little too closely
low effort dates !! late night corner shop runs, walks, sitting in his car to eat n yap,
takes you to the company studio and will try and serenade to you but you can't take each other srsly so you're laughing away as he's tryna freestyle some love song on you
when he’s teasing you too much to the point where he js laughs at how cute you look pissed off and he js opens his arms up and smiles, beckoning you “ok i’m sorry, c’mere” JKSNJKADLKDA
soft dom coded
kinky mf
he’s capable of making love to you and fucking you like he doesn’t
big on eye contact. he needs to see your reactions. needs to know if he’s doing good.
"yn. please look at me baby. fuck, you're gorgeous underneath me like this"
likes the way you say his name. he likes it when it comes out of your mouth, likes it when it’s the only thing you know how to say when he’s drilling you into your bedsheets.
he’s such a nerd low-key. he gets hard by the smallest things. sitting on his lap. playing with his hair. getting real close to him. wearing tiny shorts. he can’t help it. and he gets mortified when you call him out for it.
i said this before but he would so want to try to do some kinda of roleplay w you
likes when you leave marks on him. your nails clawing down his back and after he’s standing in front of the mirror, eyes gleaming as he proudly flexes his back. and you’re shaking his head at him from the bed.
doesn't like quickies, prefers taking his time w you
doesn't sub often but when he does he gets so flustered underneath you and he denies it every time but he’s acc so into you ordering him around
he listens to you so well. if you tell him to get on his knees he's on them in a split second without a second thought. he's not a brat imo
coo n call him pretty and he could almost bust right there and then.
he can get really whiny and needy if you're teasing him too much
gets embarrassed about it afterwards tho and you’re tryna pry his hands away from his face bc he can’t look you in the eyes
but if you tell him to bark he’d do it instantly ♡
the boiz get a bit jealous/left out when their own member lowk ditches them in concerts, events or even like hang outs to be with diff groups (can be any group/s u want :]) cuz already close friends with them & the boiz finally have a chat about it!
be creative and free & take ur time tysm! 🔥🔥
EVERYWHERE EXCEPT WITH YOUR MEMBERS
➪ pairing : ot4 lngshot x 5th member reader
➪ summary : it’s not that the members are jealous when you leave to be with your other friends…but they all make a plan to keep you with them during an event.
➪ other notes : YAY MY FIRST 5TH MEMBER READER FOR LNGSHOT !!! i hope i can get more requests like this because i do wanna start writing more ot4 plus 5th member.
you have quite a few bad habits. you always forget to remove your coffee pod from the coffee maker. you tend to round up in time, making your other members think they’re running late. you hog the bathroom after busy days with hopes of being able to decompress. all of this is fine, annoying yes, but overall your friends don’t mind too bad.
what they don’t like is when you leave them at every single event without fail. even if staff tells the five of you to stick together, at some point you just wander off. not to cause trouble but to hang out with your other friends. louis was the first one to actually notice your habit when he turns to where you’re supposed to be only to get taken aback that you’re nowhere to be seen.
“wait guys, y/n just disappeared !” he alerts his older members, immediately panicked. “nah, she’s with her friends,” ryul turns around and points at you. you’re laughing, seeming overjoyed that you get to be around other girls. “aren’t we also her friends ?” louis frowns, this was supposed to be a fun get together, some team building !
the other boys think about louis’ words and come to the conclusion that he’s actually right. and so from that day forward, it became a running joke between the four of them that you secretly want to get away from all of them. they don’t tell you, you’d probably beat them if you found out they were talking shit. but soon enough, that joke turned sour the more you left them.
“does y/n even like us ?” woojin randomly asks, shoving pork into his mouth. the guys were sitting around the coffee table, eating takeout as you were in the bathroom showering after a tiring day. “we’re a team aren’t we ?” ohyul states, taking a sip out of drink. “doesn’t mean she actually likes us…” louis mumbles under his breath.
“well it’s not like we can keep her with us forever,” ohyul shrugs, making the rest of the boys go silent. “technically …” ryul starts and ohyul shakes his head instantly. “no, don’t start-“ “this is for the greater good,” woojin tries to persuade him, speaking with his mouth full. “i said no, we are not that type of toxic friend group,” ohyul attempts to stand firm on his words.
“please hyung,” louis puts his hands in prayer position. and with those two words, ohyul’s resolve crumbles and dies out. he rubs his face, groaning into his hands. “okay, enough whining, let’s figure something out,” there’s a small celebration from the other three, accompanied by ohyul’s sigh before their planning starts.
by the time you’re done showering, steam fills the room, making it feel like a sauna. when you exit, you see your members all putting their hands together in what seems like an agreement. their heads snap towards you as if they’ve been caught red handed. “…okay, totally not suspicious,” you mumble, walking to your room. and that’s how the plan is officially set.
the next time the five of you are meant to go out together as a group is about a week later. the day starts out rough. louis is violently coughing, not wanting to get out of bed. he doesn’t feel too hot to the touch but that doesn’t mean he’s not sick. “i don’t know louis, you look like you’re on your death bed,” you scratch your head, grimacing at his toddler cough.
woojin watches from the doorway, feigning worry. he and louis make brief eye contact, a small signal that this is working…until you ruin it moments later. “well in that case, i guess you’ll have to stay home,” you shrug, pulling the blanket up to his chin. “wait what ?!” louis immediately sits up like he wasn’t complaining a second ago. you raise your eyebrow, suspiciously eyeing him.
“i mean, we still need to go, it’s a social event,” you put your hands on your hips. “a-actually i don’t think he feels that sick to stay home, right louis ?” woojin swoops in, sitting on louis’ bed, wrapping his arm around the younger boy’s shoulder a little too tight. “for sure, just give me like 10 more minutes and i’m up,” louis awkwardly smiles. you stand there for a few more seconds before sighing, “do what you want.”
you leave his room thinking to yourself that he’s such a weird kid. the two maknaes sigh in relief, despite their attempt not working whatsoever. the four of them regroup again, phase one : get y/n to take care of a fake sick louis - failed. “i’m glad you didn’t pursue being an actor,” ryul hits louis on the back of his head. “guys i was coughing for real !” louis whines, gripping his head from the hit.
“yeah bro but you overdid it, hooting and hollering,” woojin scolds him and the two start bickering. “okay that’s enough,” ohyul clears his throat. “everyone lock in and just act like everything’s normal, i got this,” he says with full confidence. “bro don’t mess this up,” ryul warns him, not wanting to step into phase three of getting ( forcing ) you to hang out with them.
when the five of you arrive to the event, the boys see you already eyeing the different small crowds. at this point they’re not even sure if you’re looking for any available friend or for a secret boyfriend. “ah,” you spot woonhak, waving at him, about to make your way towards him. “wait,” ohyul grips your arm, immediately making you frown at him. “sorry, just wanted to go with you,” he innocently smiles with teeth.
“okay ?” you turn to the other three who instantly look away from the two of you. “you know, he’s also my friend so it only makes-“ “i know that ohyul, you don’t need to explain it,” you furrow your eyebrows, already walking ahead of him. things are relatively going well, at least one member is around you. to you, it just feels like a looming presence.
“hey is he okay ?” woonhak whispers to you as ohyul is grabbing a small block of cheese from the waiter’s cheese board. “ummm he’s ohyul,” you shrug and that’s a good enough explanation. but by the time ohyul turns around, you and woonhak are long gone. “shit !” he curses, chewing on his cheese like a starving mouse. he tries to find you in the crowd but zero success.
he instead makes his way back to the group, shoulders slumped. phase two : be with y/n when she hangs out with friends - failed. “bro what did i say ?” ryul clicks his teeth. “i told you guys, she doesn’t even like us !” woojin makes a face. “wait, we still have one more phase !” a hopeful louis says, seeing that you’re now in a circle of different idols, how many friends do you even have ?!
the shaky four all take a deep breath before the second oldest makes his way to you. ryul lightly taps you, earning a surprised look from you. “oh what’s up ?” you ask, already wanting to return to your conversation. “could we talk to you ?” ryul asks, obviously nervous to even be asking you this. “uh sure ?” he pulls you away from your friends as you hastily say goodbye to them.
you meet up once again with all of your members, “what’s up guys ?” “umm staff said we have to be together,” ohyul lies but you have no reason not to believe him. “yeah that’s alright,” you nod before looking around to see if you have any nearby friends, unfortunately you don’t. what follows is three grueling hours of everyone making you tag along wherever they go.
you try to get away from them. this is the one time you can actually talk to other people about things not related to work, but they’re blowing it for you ! it feels almost suffocating, they’ve never been this clingy, especially not towards you. and like a looming cloud over you, your friends feel weird that your conversation is being heard by a third party…well technically more parties.
it doesn’t help that even when you guys are meant to separate, someone is always with you ! you need to go to the bathroom ? louis is waiting outside. you want a drink ? woojin is asking for two. someone talks to you ? ohyul is inputting his own opinion. you step outside for fresh air ? ryul is watching you, asking if you’re okay.
phase three : have at least one member be with y/n at all times - success ? by the end of the event, you feel extremely overwhelmed. you didn’t even get to say bye to your friends properly. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little peeved at all of them especially now that you’re touching shoulders with ohyul and woojin in the back seat of this stupid van on your way home.
the ride is very quiet. no one’s talking, not even to playfully argue about who was dressed the best. to them, their plan technically worked but it’s the fact that they had to go this far for your attention that bothers them. you on the other hand have no idea how to break the ice but soon enough when enough anger builds up in you, you finally snap. it feels like everyone is playing a sick joke on you.
“guys what is going on ? this whole day, it’s felt like i have gum on the bottom of my shoe,” you cross your arms, tired of whatever they have going on. “we just wanted to hang out,” ryul calmly says, attempting to not anger you. “we were though, we came here together and now we’re leaving together,” you say, confused by the situation.
they go quiet for a few seconds, not knowing how to say this nicely. then, louis finally blurts it out, “you never stay with us when we leave home !” the others gasp at his bluntness and they’re just about ready for you to storm off in disbelief. but you stay still, now even more confused by everything “what ?” ohyul raises his hands defensively, “i think what louis means is that we don’t match what a team is supposed to be.”
“you leave for hours sometimes and there’s times where staff comes and asks where you are and we just don’t know how to respond,” woojin adds with a frown. “and it’s not a one time thing, it’s all the time y/n,” ryul looks at you as he says that. now it’s your turn to become silent. you think before sighing, “i didn’t think of it like that.”
your tone lacks anger, much to their relief. “to me, we hang out all the time, maybe not in public but i’m always with you guys,” you continue, rubbing your chin. “louis, we binge shows and movies all the time, we literally cried in every episode of ‘when life gives you tangerines’ !” he bites his inner cheek with glossy eyes. “yeah i guess that’s true,” he mumbles.
“ohyul, i spot you whenever you need help with weights,” ohyul nods in agreement with a small “yeah.” you’re right, you have done that for him more times that he can count on both of his hands. “woojin, i stay up till the crack of dawn watching you edit just so you won’t be alone,” he looks away from you, guilt starting to pool in his stomach. “ryul, i’m the first one to go with you if you need to go shopping and vice versa !”
you continue, “i even covered up for you when you bought that va-“ “okay that’s enough,” he cuts you off, looking around to make sure no one heard that. “ the point is that i do like hanging out with all of you…but i really need some space sometimes,” you try to gently tell them. “that doesn’t mean i hate you guys, i just kinda wanna feel normal with other people,” you make a disgusted face at your own words.
“plus we literally live together guys. we practice together, we eat together, we do everything together !” you accidentally hit woojin as you wave your arms around, making him mumble a small “ow.” “so you don’t hate us ?” louis turns around in his seat to face you. “no of course not !” you reply, still emotional. “it sucks when you disappear especially when you don’t say anything to us,” ryul shakes his head.
“sometimes you even look happier to be without us,” woojin leans his head against the window, it only makes you feel even more guilty. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think it mattered too much,” you apologize, rubbing your face, surely ruining your makeup. “just please tell at least one of us if you leave,” ohyul decides not to fault you even more.
“i will, i swear i will,” you promise, nodding. “but can everyone please gain some self respect and stop assuming i hate all of you,” you lean back against your seat, exhaling in relief. the boys grumble in agreement with some residual annoyance. your friends can be stupid sometimes but you can’t help but smile to yourself. they wouldn’t have done this if they didn’t love you.
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ryul gets a little tipsy at a party and completely forgets the concept of personal space. not that he had much of it to begin with.
GENRE fluff ⭑ romance ⭑ drunk!ryul ⭑ clingy!boyfriend!ryul x reader
WARNINGs alcohol ⭑ excessive physical affection ⭑ jealous ryul ⭑ public display of affection (pda)
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when ryul gets drunk, he becomes brutally honest. not the kind of honest that starts arguments or reveals secrets, but the kind of honest that makes it painfully obvious of how much he likes you.
which is unfortunate, for everyone else.
because sober ryul at least pretends to have self-control.
but drunk ryul?
absolutely not.
the second alcohol hits his system, he suddenly needs to be touching you at all times.
a hand on your waist. his arm around your shoulder. his chin resting on top of your head. his fingers tangled with yours. anything and everything.
he just simply refuses to leave you alone.
it starts about an hour into the party.
the music isn't too loud, and people are scattered around the room talking. and you're standing near the bar with one of your friends when you suddenly feel a familiar pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind, without any warning and shame.
you don't even need to turn around to know who it is.
"hi, baby." his voice slightly slurred. not concerning, but enough to tell that he's definitely tipsy.
you laugh softly and glance over your shoulder.
"hi, ryul," he only hums in response, tightening his arms around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder.
"you okay, babe?" you asked softly, turning your head slightly to look at him. one of your hands came up to gently cup his cheek, your thumb brushing across his skin.
ryul immediately leaned into your touch.
"mhmh..."
his eyes fluttered shut for a second, and he looked way softer than he did five seconds ago.
and you couldn't help but smile.
"yeah?" you teased quitely.
another hum.
and before you knew it, he was practically melting against you, all of his weight leaning onto your shoulder as if standing by himself had become way too much work.
"girl," your friend stared at the two of you, looking completely bewildered.
"does he always do this?"
you glanced down at the arms currently wrapped around your waist before laughing softly.
"pretty much."
"we're literally in the middle of a conversation."
before you could answer, ryul spoke up from behind you.
"doesn't matter."
your friend blinked.
"...i can hear and see you."
"good."
ryul tightened his hold around your waist immediately.
dramatically & possessively.
like he genuinely believed somebody might steal you if he let go for more than three seconds.
"she likes me more."
your friend burst out laughing.
"oh my god."
"it's true," ryul insisted.
you rolled your eyes.
"ryul."
"what?"
"you're being weird."
he gasps. like actually gasps. then lifts his head from your shoulder just to stare at you in disbelief.
"you think i'm weird?"
"...a little."
"wow."
he shakes his head dramatically before burying his face against your neck.
"i've never been more betrayed in my life."
it only gets even worse from here. because now that ryul has attached himself to you, he refuses to leave. and everywhere you go, he follows.
when you walk to the bar to get another drink, he's right behind you with his arm wrapped securely around your waist.
when you sit down on one of the couches, he immediately drops beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.
at one point, you leave to use the bathroom.
and when you come back?
he's already waiting outside the bathroom door. leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
you stop in front of him, trying to hold back a smile.
"were you waiting for me?"
"yeah."
"...why?"
he blinks. once. like you've just asked the most ridiculous question imaginable.
"cause you left."
you stare.
ryul pouts slightly. like actually pouts.
"and i missed you."
your heart immediately betrays you.
"ryul."
"what?"
"i went to the bathroom for three minutes."
"longest three minutes of my life."
you laugh despite yourself.
and ryul immediately brightens. because apparently, making you laugh was worth standing outside a bathroom waiting for you.
which, honestly?
explains a lot about him.
"you're ridiculous."
"but you love me."
you roll your eyes, though the smile on your face gives you away immediately.
"maybe."
"maybe?"
he narrows his eyes dramatically.
"that's crazy. after i suffered for three whole minutes."
"you survived."
"barely."
before he can continue complaining, you reach up and gently cup his cheek.
the words die in his throat immediately.
then, before he can process what's happening, you lean forward and press a quick kiss against his cheek.
soft and warm, gone in a second.
and ryul freezes completely.
"...baby."
you laugh softly.
"what?"
he just stares at you. speechless for once in his life.
but then a slow grin starts spreading across his face. the kind that means he's about to become even more unbearable.
"do that again."
"absolutely not."
"please?"
"no."
"baby."
"ryul."
"baby."
you groan. immediately regretting it when he wraps his arms around your waist again, looking entirely too pleased with himself. because now he has a new reason to stay attached to you for the rest of the night.
the grin on ryul's face never disappeared after that.
not even a little.
if anything, it got worse.
because apparently one kiss on the cheek was enough to make him completely insufferable for the rest of the night.
he stayed attached to your side the entire time, his hand always finding yours the second you started walking. his fingers immediately intertwined with yours, holding on like he was afraid you'd somehow disappear again.
you can only laugh and let him.
because honestly? you were starting to get used to it.
the others, however, were not.
especially louis.
"hyung."
"what."
louis stared at the two of you in disbelief.
"you've followed y/n noona into four different spots tonight."
ryul glanced over.
"and?"
"and that's not normal."
"yes it is."
"NO IT ISN'T."
woojin who's beside him immediately nodded.
"he's right. this is actually getting concerning."
"thank you," louis said, pointing at woojin dramatically before turning back to ryul. "i saw you standing outside the bathroom waiting for her."
ryul frowned slightly.
"that's because she was in there."
louis and woojin blinked in disbelief.
"THAT'S NOT AN EXPLANATION."
you couldn't help but laugh.
which only made ryul smile.
"see?" ryul said, gesturing toward you proudly. "she gets it."
"she absolutely does not get it," louis shot back immediately.
"i do a little bit," you admitted.
"NOONA!"
"baby, thank you."
"STOP ENCOURAGING HIM."
ryul ignores him completely.
instead, he immediately reaches for your hand again.
things reach their peak when a random guy decided to sit beside you.
that's it. that's the crime.
and suddenly ryul looks offended. like someone personally insulted him.
you notice immediately.
mostly because his arm tightens around your waist.
"ryul."
"hm?"
"why are you glaring?"
"i'm not."
you look directly at him.
he looks directly at the random guy.
and the guy looks terrified.
"...babe."
"what?"
"you're definitely glaring."
"only a little."
"RYUL."
he sighs dramatically before finally looking away.
then, without warning, he gently cups your face and presses a kiss on your lips.
right there. in front of everybody. just because.
and your face immediately felt warm.
"what was that for?"
he shrugs.
"felt like it," ryul simply said.
of course he did.
later that night, when the party starts winding down and people begin heading home, you finally manage to get ryul into the passenger seat of your car.
which should've made things easier. but it doesn't. because now he has you all to himself.
the moment you start driving, he turns in his seat to face you completely.
and just... stares.
you glance over.
"why are you looking at me like that?"
"because you're pretty."
you almost missed a turn.
"ryul."
"what?"
"stop."
"i'm serious."
he sounds genuinely confused. like he doesn't understand why that's embarrassing.
"you're really pretty."
you can feel yourself smiling despite your best efforts.
a few minutes later, the car grows quiet.
you assume he's finally falling asleep.
until you feel his fingers finding yours across the center console.
holding your hand loosely and comfortably.
like he can't help himself.
and when you finally get home, you barely make it through the front door before ryul wraps himself around you again.
his arms slide around your waist immediately while his face disappears into your shoulder.
and for the first time all night, he's completely quiet.
"babe?"
he hums softly.
"you tired?"
another hum. but this one is sleepier.
you smile and run your fingers through his hair.
and he melts in an instant. the tension leaves his shoulders. his grip loosens slightly. and he leans into your touch without even realizing it.
"you know," you murmur softly, "you're very clingy when you're drunk."
you feel him smile against your shoulder.
"only when it's you."
and honestly?
you think that might be the sweetest thing he's said all night.
which is saying a lot.
because he's spent the entire evening attached to your side, kissing you whenever he felt like it, holding your hand every chance he got, and looking at you like you were the best thing in the room.
a few minutes later, he's asleep. half on top of you. arms still around your waist. completely unwilling to let go even in his sleep.
and as you sit there trapped beneath your ridiculously clingy boyfriend, gently brushing your fingers through his hair while he sleeps against you, you can't help laughing quietly to yourself.
because tomorrow morning, ryul is going to be so embarrassed.
but tonight? he's too busy loving you out loud to care.
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HIIIIIIIII, I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER RYUL FIC. CUZ I'M JUST SIMPLY OBSESSED WITH HIM. AND I CAN'T HELP IT. HEHE.
hope you all enjoyed this one too! and enjoyed my other two ryul fic. thank you for reading my fic and giving it lots of love!
(롱샷).ᐟ K.R x fem!reader
IN WHICH —When your car broke down on the side of the road, your best friend, who happens to be a mechanic, came to rescue you. Some kisses here and there lead to him asking you to stay the night.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. Curse words and swearings, kissing, and making out, hints of sex (MDNI) —better safe than sorry.
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1,8k —very suggestive, A little fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 How the fuck did you get into this shitty situation?
You were supposed to be heading home from your friend's party instead of being stranded on the side of the road in the middle of the night.
It was a beach party, you were dressing up for a beach party.
That includes— super short, low-waisted jeans that literally show the curve of your butt, a plain black bikini covered in a see-through tank top, and a pair of high-heeled boots.
Then, halfway through the journey to your house, your car decided that it was a great night to be stranded on a highway when you're wearing an absolutely inconvenient outfit. You didn't even bring any jackets.
I'm such a dumb fuck...
You sigh, slamming your head onto the steering wheel.
You were scared, obviously. What if there's someone already eyeing you right now? What if they're a serial killer? What if you die in such an uncool way?
At least I'll die in fashion.
You could only think of one thing—calling Ryul and asking him to pick you up. But you've been trying to come up with a second choice. Ryul can be a menace to be around, and the thought of him seeing you in such revealing clothes made you shiver— either he made fun of you or seduced you as if his life depended on it.
It has been more than ten minutes, and you still haven't come up with another way. So yeah, you called him.
Grabbing your phone from your bag, which sat peacefully on the passenger side, you rushedly typed his contact name and clicked on it once you found it.
Bringing your phone up to your ear, you chewed on your nails as a sign of stress. You looked around your surroundings. Fortunately, you didn't see anyone near you, only a few cars driving by, and you hoped it would stay like that until Ryul picked you up.
Only if he picked you up, though. If not, then you'll die there. Alone.
After a few beeps from your phone, he finally picked up.
"Fuck you want Y/n?"
Ryul said groggily, his voice was gruff. You probably woke him up from a good sleep by the way he responded.
"Okay, so... I was just heading home from a party, then my car decides it is time to break down on me, in the middle of the night, no one is literally here. What if a killer is hiding somewhere? What if this is the last time I see the world? So I called you, who happens to be the greatest mechanic of all time..."
You yapped dramatically— you were trying to make him feel bad enough to pick you up.
"Where are you? Send me your location, I'm heading there now."
Wow, that was easier than you thought it would be. You could hear the sound of keys and some things getting thrown on his end.
"Okay. Please hurry up, Ryul." You whimpered. The cold breeze only made you fear more.
Thirty minutes later, a tow truck stopped right in front of your car. It was Ryul.
Thank goodness, finally...
You quickly opened the door and walked up to him, immediately regretting your choices when the cold air hit your body.
Ryul came down from the truck, turning around to you, and he was NOT ready for this kind of sight, in the middle of the night, just after he woke up, and the cold wind seemed to be mocking him.
You were walking to him, more like swaying your hips at him. Your bare legs looked so flawless, especially with those boots, and that damn bikini does nothing to help him. So he could only gape at you as his eyes stripped you down.
You caught him gawking at you, which made you realize that you're basically naked to him. You never wear anything revealing when you're with him, usually a bunch of oversized things that cover your body shape.
His stare made you conscious, so you covered your upper body with your arms, glaring at him in the process.
"PERVERT!"
You yelled, getting him out of his haze. He awkwardly scratched his nape as he looked everywhere but at you.
Then he took off his jacket, handing it to you without a single glance.
"Cover yourself up. Please." His voice was quiet, like he was scared something was going to burst.
You took his jacket, putting it on, and covered your upper body while your legs remained exposed to the cold breeze. You couldn't complain, though, you'd prefer this to being fully exposed.
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The drive to his workshop, which is apparently also his house, was unusually quiet.
Ryul would never shut up— he'd have everything as a topic, bully the hell out of you, or just anything. So it was so weird to see him all quiet.
Was it because it's literally midnight? You doubt so, even when he's tired, he'll find a way to somehow annoy you.
Was it your outfit? Yes. Definitely yes.
You knew that it would somehow have an impact on him, but you didn't know that he was literally fighting demons in his mind, so he doesn't jump and throw himself all over you.
The relationship between the two of you was kinda complicated. You would do things that normal friends do— hangouts, drinking til sunrise, partying here and there.
But on some days, you guys are beyond friends— cuddling on his bed, countless times of almost kissing, straddling his lap after a tiring day, and falling asleep on him.
You two were so down for each other, but both were too dumb to even realize it.
You were shivering on the passenger's seat, arms clutching your body, chasing the warmth. Your legs were crossed, trying your best not to shake from the cold.
Ryul glanced at you, then silently placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it slowly, creating warmth from the friction.
You were taken aback. He didn't even say anything, and it should've been a normal thing for both of you. But the way the street lamps illuminate his face, Chase Atlantic's songs playing on the radio made it so hard not to lose yourself.
So sexy for what?
His focus was on the road, and somehow, that added a significant amount of attractiveness.
Oh boy, you were lost already.
You placed your hand on top of his, who was caressing your bare thigh, earning a glance from him. You glance back at him, your hands traveling from his arm to his shoulder.
"Stop that."
He demanded, his jaws clenched, trying to hold back from stopping there and fuck the shit out of you. But he couldn't do that, not yet at least.
"Stop what?"
You teased, your hand found its way to his nape, making slow circles on the soft surface. He let out a little grumble of protest, eyes furrowing as he tried to keep his focus on the road.
He could feel heat rising through his body, especially down there. His heart was thumping too fast beneath his chest. He ground the pedal, eager to get home fast.
You, on the other hand, were enjoying it. You somehow found it amusing, especially when he tried so hard to keep his composure, the way the veins on his hands popped out when he gripped the steering wheel too hard made you go crazy. It felt like you were winning against him.
You finally reached his workshop. Once he parked the truck, he immediately came down and walked to your side of the car, opening the door and pulling your wrist, leading you to sit on top of one of his vintage cars.
He placed himself between your thighs, pressing his body to you as he snuck his face into the crook of your neck.
You run your hair through his locks, your head tilting to the side so he'd have more room.
"You're going to regret this."
He whispered into your skin as he kissed your jaw down to your neck, his hands roaming your waist to your back as he nibbled the skin of your neck, earning a satisfied groan from you.
That sound only made him even more drunk in you, the desire to fully taste you, feeling his body collide with you, and take you all became unbearable.
He looked up at you, then smashed his lips into yours in a hungry manner, his hand held your nape, pulling you deeper into the messy kiss.
You taste just like how he'd imagined, sweet. So frickin' sweet, it got him addicted.
He placed his thumb on your chin, making you open your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to dance with yours.
A soft moan slips out of your mouth.
That's it, he couldn't hold it anymore.
"You'll have to stay the night." He mumbled into the kiss.
He picked you up without breaking the kiss, your legs instantly locked on his hips as he carried you to his office, which is also his bedroom.
He placed you on his bed as he hurriedly took off his white tank top, then leaned down, taking you back into a kiss.
This time it wasn't as rushed as the first one. His lips move slowly with yours, and your hands roam his toned body.
You guys stayed up all night, full of energy and desires, as the moonlight shone on your broken-down car in front of the workshop, fully neglected.
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The next morning, you woke up without Ryul by your side.
You were wearing an oversized hoodie with nothing underneath except for your underwear. Ryul must've put this on for you.
You made your way outside. Your legs felt like jelly, so you walked slowly, and there he was, in a black tank top that hugged his body perfectly, looking fully focused on your car. The hood was open as he examined the machine.
You walked up to him, hugging him from behind.
"Hey, how's your sleep?" He turned to face you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.
"I can't stand." You shamelessly admitted.
Ryul laughed, picking you up yet once again so you wouldn't have to stand up with your wobbly legs.
"Wait for me inside, yeah? Your car should be done in no time." He kissed your nose.
"No, I wanna watch you." You snuggled into his neck.
He chuckled. He finally got to experience your clingy side after years of being a bully to each other.
"Alright, sit here and watch me work."
He sat you down on the hood of one of his cars, then winked at you before going back to work on your car.
Since then, everything shifts between the two of you. What was almost kissing turns into kissing every day. You'd spent most of the time in his workshop, making out, watching him work, or just cuddling.
You were thankful that your car broke down that night.
ohyul… who needs his hair played with 24/7. when both of you are together alone, he just lies next to you and nudges his head into your neck until you get the hint.
ohyul… who has a million random photos of you. not cute instagram-worthy photos (while they might seem that way to him) they’re just photos of you sleeping, eating a snack, or cooking something.
ohyul… who loves seeing you go out in his hoodies because nobody knows they’re his. (or so he thinks; the internet is connecting the dots :/ )
ohyul… who has all of your food and drink orders from every place written down in his notes app. when you ask for food somewhere, he never asks what you want. he either has it memorized or written down.
ohyul… who orders extra of his food when you say you’re not hungry because he knows you’ll try his and want it.
ohyul… is a “look at this” bf. he shows you or sends you every tiny thing he finds funny.
ohyul… who learns your groups choreos just to annoy you. he will randomly do your dance in the middle of a hallway and sing the songs in a weird voice.
