⌗ kwon ohyul - one hour wait
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
and so do you
…and ryul (hehe)
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