boyfriend ryul headcanons
🗒️: fluff, established relationship, idol!ryul x idol!reader, mentions of making out & other mild(?) stuff
‼️: was NOT proofread. expect a mess,,, oh and it’s actually so long yk what i am too obsessed w ryul can someone (ryul) strangle me
the scariest part of dating u for him isn’t scandals. it’s the idea of losing time with u.
on camera? a polite smile & bow.
off camera but in public? his hand would brush on ur waist briefly as he walks past u in a crowded hallway.
he’d always be in the hall to get a glimpse of you
“sunbaenim, would it be okay if we shoot a tiktok together?” when you practiced it together in ur apartment last night.
when ur group wins something, he keeps a straight face as he claps but spams u with messages later on.
ure on the stage? lngshot members would be all “WOOOOOOO” “how’d u pull them, hyung…”
if you’re wearing something crazy, he’d act like he didn’t notice. later texts u: “damn, baby. can u take that fit home?”
whenever u see each other in the hallway, he’d always mouth “have u eaten?” across the room
would brush shoulders w urs on purpose
he’ll never risk ur career. but he will risk a second too long of eye contact.
the hallway is loud. stylists passing, managers calling names, idols bowing to each other in quick succession. ryul stands near the vending machine like he’s just a lost kid as he waits for you.
you finally step out with your members, fixing your in-ears, laughing at something one of them said. he doesn’t smile immediately. keeps his usual composed expression.
then you look up. eye contact.
you fight a smile. barely.
he pushes off the wall, walking over like this was spontaneous. like he didn’t memorize your schedule down to the minute.
he bows and greets you and your members politely. “are you free right now?” hell yeah you are— you got a shared calendar. you nodded.
“would it be okay if we shoot a tiktok together? just for our new song— moonwalkin’.” he asks
“oh! sure. conveniently enough, i’ve already learned the tiktok choreo” you smile
yeah, conveniently enough….
last night you were both in your apartment at 1:47am, music playing softly from your speaker, him standing behind you guiding your arms through the choreography.
“no, you’re rushing this part,” he murmured, hands settling on your waist to steady you.
he leaned closer, his fingers traced the motion over your hips, slower than necessary. “slow here. then roll.”
you glanced back at him. one brow raised.
“are you actually teaching me or just touching me?”
he smirked. “multitasking.”
“again,” he said quietly, but his hands didn’t leave. when you nailed the sequence, he clapped once. “see? you only listen when i’m holding you.”
you shoved his shoulder. he caught your wrist, pulled you back in, and kissed you quick and firm before whispering, “we’re gonna have to pretend we learned this separately.”
“is that so? im honored” he says, smiling.
the staff quickly clear a little space. someone props a phone up.
“don’t laugh,” he murmurs under the music.
you bite the inside of your cheek to stay composed.
both of you turn to the camera, cool, effortless, professional.
the staff clap lightly. “that was fast. it’s like you practiced together” she jokes
you and ryul chuckle nervously as the staff prepare for another tiktok— this time for your group’s song.
while everybody seems to be busy with their own stuff, ryul pretends to be clarifying a part in ur song’s choreography as he murmurs: “you’re still rushing that part”
you tilt your head. “come over tonight and fix it then.”
he smiles— the kind of big smile that he tries hard to keep in. before he can even say anything, the staff says that they’re ready to shoot.
of course, this song’s also part of what u practiced last night.
carries ur bag like it’s second nature. doesn’t even ask.
it’s a pink handbag? it’ll be on his shoulder. it’s a heavy ass messenger bag? it’ll be on his shoulder. u got no chance in carrying shit as long as he’s w u.
his hands would always be around ur waist or resting on ur thigh whenever he can get away with it.
huge on backhugs. it always starts as a simple backhug and ends with kisses all over ur cheek and nose.
tip of the nose kisses when he’s feeling extra soft.
warmest, longest hugs. his wide shoulders & back is definitely a factor to how awesome his hugs are.
head to head lean during quiet moments.
you wouldn’t look at him? his forehead will be pressed on urs and stare at ur eyes.
always staring at u. not even subtle about it.
listening to u talk? he’s smiling. listening to u rant about ur day? he’s frowning like he personally needs to fight someone.
becomes 10x more talkative when the topic is you or the both of u.
ur name is basically banned in lngshot conversations because once someone brings u up, it’s an hour of ryul yapping.
pretends to cringe at couple trends u suggest but is the one who sends it back later like “don’t forget about this.”
watches ur tiktok reposts religiously.
u repost a plushie? it’s at ur doorstep. repost makeup? it’s on ur table. repost about being sad? he’s already wrapped around u.
has a private ig because he physically cannot handle not posting u.
jay park literally had to tell him to stop buying matching items because it’ll get u caught.
he lowkey thinks getting caught would be easier so he can finally take u to all the cute places u repost.
one random monday he’ll send a voice message about how he yearns to walk around with u freely.
that same monday he’s using ur chat as a grocery list.
by evening he’s sending u random rap lyrics.
by 2am he’s spamming emojis and saying it was a butt misclick.
randomly sends songs every hour. not even romantic ones. just songs.
he’d send u a michael jackson song and say “tis a vibe”
the members don’t ask where ryul is at 2am anymore. they just prepare excuses.
if he’s grounded from sneaking out, u’re the one at the dorm instead.
he’s done with work? he’s at ur place.
his closet is basically ur closet. knitwear, hoodies, layered tees, accessories. he styles u himself sometimes & u also love styling him.
would clean the whole dorm 10mins before u arrive and end up fighting with woojin about the living room mess (it’s not even woojin’s fault).
cooks for u but refuses to follow recipes fully. “trust the process.”
very expressive. you will never see that man mask his emotions around u.
“i love days like this with you” and it’s both of u on the floor in ugly pajamas, ipads on roblox, cartoon face masks, rainbow clips in his hair.
“do u wanna marry me?” ryul asks while building a lego house.
“ok… wait no i’m actually sad about that. take that back.”
definitely a date to marry.
“i didn’t yearn for you for a year just to lose you, dude.”
he wants to marry u. he doesn’t say it seriously yet. but he thinks about it more than u know.
a switch and proud of it. he loves being in control, but the second u push him down and look at him like that? he’s gone. smirking, but gone.
loves it when u take control. when u guide his hands where u want them? when you put ur finger on his lips to shut him up? yeah.
his favorite combo is making out with u and having u on his lap. got his one hand on ur waist, the other sliding up under ur top.
“don’t play with me unless u mean it”
he talks big until you’re actually straddling him. then his grip tightens and his breathing gets heavier.
breath gets heavier before his actions do. that’s how u know.
the type to whisper “you sure?” right against ur lips before kissing u harder
would pull u back into his lap when u try to walk away from him mid-argument. “we’re not done”.
kisses starts playful and teasing. small pecks, laughing in-between. then suddenly his hand is at the back of ur neck and it’s not playful anymore.
he likes when u get a lil bossy—“sit”. and he raises a brow like “yeah?” but would sit anyway.
risky. makeout. sesh. in the studio? in more vision dance practice room? in the recording booth? he’d pull u on his lap anywhere that he thinks is safe
will absolutely kiss u out of boredom mid-yap then pull back like nothing happened like “ok, continue”
smiles. in-between. kisses.
likes when u tug his hair slightly. would let out a breathy chuckle at that
sometimes he’ll just look at u for too long and say “you have no idea what you do to me. god.” and crashout
reject his hug? silent treatment for exactly 10 minutes max with laser glare until u come to him.
speaking of silent treatment, he’s big on it — but it never lasts long because he misses u too fast.
calls u “baby” and “pretty girl” even during arguments.
“baby, talk to me.” with the biggest pout ever
soft spoken when it matters. he knows his voice can be rough, so during arguments he lowers it, gentler, calmer.
lowkey jealous but never controlling. just gets extra clingy.
stretches randomly mid-conversation and somehow ends up half laying on u.
writes entire verses about u but disguises them as metaphors about ambition.
gets pouty when u’re busy but pretends he’s “just tired.”
memorizes ur schedule better than his own.
sends u selfies he would never post.
