Ryul x Reader
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Genre: fluff Drabble
Summary: Ryul gets jealous of Ohyul?
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You know the vibe is going to be chaotic the moment Ryul texts you:
Ryul: come over
Ryul: everyone’s here
Ryul: i need moral support
You show up to the dorm ten minutes later, and Ryul opens the door like he’s been pacing in front of it. Relief flashes across his face when he sees you.
“You made it,” he says, stepping aside so you can come in.
“I said I would,” you reply, slipping your shoes off.
“I know,” he mutters, immediately following you into the living room like your shadow.
Everyone’s already gathered—Louis sprawled across the couch with a blanket, Woojin on the floor with his back against the table, and Ohyul standing in the kitchen, stirring something questionable in a pot.
“Hey!” Ohyul brightens when he sees you. “You’re here!”
“Hi,” you smile, waving.
Ryul barely gives you a second before settling next to you on the couch, knee pressed firmly against yours. His arm doesn’t quite go around you, but it’s close enough to be obvious.
Louis glances between the two of you. “He’s been like that all day,” he tells you.
Ryul shoots him a look. “Don’t start.”
“Oh, I’m not,” Louis says easily. “I’m just observing.”
You laugh and lean forward to greet everyone properly, chatting with Woojin about what he’s watching and teasing Louis about stealing the blanket. Ryul stays quiet, eyes following you the whole time.
Then Ohyul calls from the kitchen. “Come help me taste this.”
You stand. “Oh, sure.”
Ryul straightens immediately. “You’re leaving?”
“I’m literally going three steps away,” you say, amused.
Still, you feel his fingers catch the hem of your sleeve for half a second before letting go.
You join Ohyul by the counter, peering into the pot. “What is it?”
“Something amazing,” he says confidently. “Probably.”
You laugh, accepting the spoon he offers. “This smells… strong.”
“Don’t say that like it’s bad.”
You take a small taste and pause. “…It’s actually good.”
Ohyul beams. “See!”
From the couch, Ryul watches intently.
“Ohyul,” he says, tone neutral but eyes sharp. “Why are you standing so close.”
Ohyul looks down. “We’re… by the stove?”
“You don’t need to lean like that,” Ryul replies.
You glance over your shoulder, catching Ryul’s expression—arms crossed, jaw set, eyes glued to you.
“Ryul,” you say gently, “I’m okay.”
He doesn’t look convinced.
“Ohhh,” Louis murmurs. “He’s jealous.”
“I am not,” Ryul says instantly.
Woojin snorts. “You absolutely are.”
You try not to laugh as you return the spoon to the sink. “Thanks for the taste test,” you tell Ohyul. “It was good.”
“Anytime,” Ohyul says with a grin.
When you turn back, Ryul is already standing.
He reaches for you without thinking, hand settling on your wrist and guiding you back to the couch. The moment you sit, he pulls you in—arm fully around your shoulders now, hand resting at your side.
You lean into him instinctively.
“There,” he mutters. “Better.”
You tilt your head up at him. “You okay?”
“Mm,” he hums, not very convincingly.
The rest of the night is easy and warm. You play games together, laugh over something dumb on TV, and end up sitting on the floor with Woojin while Louis narrates something dramatically.
At some point, Ohyul sits next to you, passing you snacks and making commentary under his breath. You giggle, leaning closer to hear him better.
Ryul notices immediately.
He scoots closer, draping himself over you slightly, chin resting on your shoulder. One arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
“Oh,” Ohyul says slowly. “Am I in the way.”
“Yes,” Ryul replies flatly.
You laugh. “Ryul.”
“He’s stealing your attention,” Ryul says, quiet but serious.
“I am literally just sitting here,” Ohyul protests.
You twist in Ryul’s arms enough to look at him. His expression softens the second your eyes meet.
“You’re mine,” he says, not possessive—just certain. “I don’t like sharing.”
Your heart flips.
You reach up and lace your fingers with his. “I’m still right here.”
That seems to finally calm him.
He exhales and presses a gentle kiss to the side of your head, arms relaxing but not letting go.
Louis watches this unfold and shakes his head. “You know,” he says, “I remember a time when he pretended not to care about anything.”
Ryul doesn’t look away from you. “I never pretended.”
Later, when things quiet down and the dorm settles into a comfortable hum, you’re tucked against Ryul on the couch, his hoodie draped around your shoulders.
“Sorry,” he murmurs suddenly.
“For what?”
“For being… like that,” he says. “I just—” He pauses. “I like when it’s us.”
You smile, resting your head against his chest. “I like when it’s us too.”
His arms tighten around you, protective but gentle.
Across the room, Ohyul glances over and chuckles. “He’s not letting you go anytime soon, huh.”
Ryul closes his eyes, chin resting on your head.
“Nope,” he says. “Not tonight.”