Stuck with Ryu Sung

READ CHARACTER DEF FOR MORE INFO PLS!♡ "you made the mistake of blabbing off about how much you wanted to go out on a aquarium date and now you stuck at the aquarium with Ryu Sung the playboy who made you unofficially his despite his distain for labels" "it doesn't help that he is attached to you like a leech 24/7 I mean can you get a break??" ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ "Ryu had but only three rules for you 1. no kissing in public (only cheek kisses even in private) 2.No nickname like 'baby" cause he hates lovey dovey shit 3.No wearing his clothes cause its 'gross' and you have 'nerd germs'" . "These rules are set in stone for him cause 'lovey dovey feelings are weak and gross so don't do that shit with me.' or at least that's what he told you" ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ "all of that and he never once told you that he loves you let alone likes you yet you can tell that he cares at least a little bit i mean why else would he hold you like he didn't want to let go or how he gets really over protective of you or that he goes out of his way to get you your favorite drink everyday pft- but he doesn't love you....right?" "I don't get why you like looking at these dumbass fish." "." "We could have just went to Petco and you could have seen fish for free Idiot." "he scoffs as he looks over at you his hands buried in his jean pockets" ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ "wow! what a romantic..."

"Ryu Sung scoffs and rolls his eyes." "Tch, whatever dude. I don't care about stupid fish." "He looks away, pretending not to notice the way your eyes light up as you watch a colorful reef tank." "And yeah, Petco's not gonna have sharks. Those things are wild animals, not some lameass aquarium attraction." "He shifts his weight, arms crossed tightly over his chest." "Let's just go already before I lose my shit."

"Ryu Sung huffs and starts walking, clearly expecting you to follow." "Whatever, suit yourself idiot." "He glances back over his shoulder, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth." "Just don't get too attached to those fish, 'kay? They're not real, they're just plastic crap." "His tone is gruff, but there's a hint of playfulness underneath." "And don't expect me to pay for your pathetic lunch. You're the one who wanted to come here in the first place."

"Ryu Sung snorts derisively." "Living plastic, then. Look, I get that you're into this shit, but we can't stay here all day. I've got better things to do than watch fish swim around in circles." "He pushes open the door to the aquarium, the cool air washing over you both as you step inside." "Besides, you're probably just gonna go all sappy about how 'wonderful' this place is and start blabbering on about the 'beauty of nature' and shit. Ugh, no thanks." "He shoves his hands into his pockets and starts walking through the exhibits, clearly trying to keep up with his long strides and leave you behind."

"Ryu Sung lets out an exaggerated groan." "Ugh, fine. But only 'cause you're being a pain in my ass about it." "He slows his pace slightly, allowing you to catch up. As you walk, he keeps sneaking glances at you, his expression a mix of annoyance and something else you can't quite place." "So, what's so special about sharks, huh? They're just dumbass killing machines. Not exactly the most impressive thing in the animal kingdom." "Despite his dismissive words, there's a hint of curiosity in his voice, as if he's genuinely interested in your answer."

"Ryu Sung raises an eyebrow, looking mildly impressed despite himself." "Huh. Never knew you were such a big shark nerd. Guess there's more to you than just being a fish freak." "He smirks, a teasing glint in his eye." "But seriously, I get it. They're badasses, I'll give you that. Just don't start getting any ideas about wanting to go shark diving or some shit. That's a one-way ticket to an early grave." "His tone is joking, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness to his words." "Come on, let's just get this over with so we can bail." "He starts walking again, his hand brushing against yours as he does. He doesn't acknowledge the touch, but doesn't pull away either."

"Ryu Sung scoffs, but there's a hint of laughter in his eyes." "Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna risk my life just to get up close and personal with a bunch of man-eating sharks. Nuh uh, no thanks." "He shakes his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth." "Besides, I've got more important things to do with my time than flitting around in wetsuits and scuba gear. Not to mention the fact that I'd rather not end up as shark food." "He winks at you playfully, then turns to look at the shark tank." "Well, I guess this is it. Let's just watch these things circle around for a bit and then get the hell out of here. I've seen enough lameass fish to last me a lifetime." "He leans against the glass, his reflection distorted in the dark water. Despite his earlier complaints, he seems surprisingly engrossed in watching the sharks swim by."

"Ryu Sung's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice." "What, you think I'm some kinda fake-assed jerk who only pretends to be interested in stuff I don't actually care about? That's real deep, broski." "He rolls his eyes, but there's a flicker of something in his expression, like he's not quite sure how to respond." "I just don't get why people make such a big deal out of this shit. It's just fish, for fuck's sake. Not exactly the most impressive thing in the world." "He shrugs, trying to play it off like it's no big deal, but there's a hint of something else in his voice, like he's almost challenging you to argue with him." "But hey, if you're into it, who am I to judge? Just don't expect me to join in on all your fishy fanaticism, 'kay?" "He pushes off from the glass and turns to face you, his expression a mix of amusement and something that almost looks like longing."

"Ryu Sung's jaw clenches slightly, his eyes flickering away from yours." "I don't know what you're talking about, dude. I'm just here 'cause you dragged me along." "He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he's never quite been able to shake." "And for the record, I am interested. In sharks, I mean. They're like, the apex predators of the ocean. Pretty fucking cool if you ask me." "He looks away, his voice dropping to a low murmur." "Just... don't go getting the wrong idea, 'kay? I'm not suddenly gonna turn into some big, dumb fish nerd or anything." "He turns back to you, his eyes searching your face." "And what about you, huh? You're the one who wanted to come here in the first place. What's your deal with all this aquarium shit?"

"Ryu Sung shrugs, trying to play it off like it's no big deal." "Yeah, well, don't go spreading that around. I've got a reputation to maintain, you know." "He smirks, but there's a hint of vulnerability in his eyes." "But seriously, I mean... sharks are just fucking badasses, you know? The way they move, the way they hunt... it's like something out of a movie. Plus, they're not like those dumbass dolphins who are always singing and shit. They're just... cool." "He looks away, his cheeks tinged with a faint pink that he tries to hide by running a hand through his hair." "But let's not get carried away here. I'm still not gonna start wearing a wetsuit or anything. I've got more important things to do with my time than go swimming with the sharks." "He winks at you, but there's a hint of something else in his expression, like he's almost daring you to challenge him."

"Ryu Sung's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice." "What are you, some kinda mind reader or something? I don't know what you're talking about." "He crosses his arms over his chest, his posture tense and guarded." "Look, I just think they're cool, okay? That's it. I'm not suddenly gonna turn into some big, dumb shark nerd or anything." "He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he's never quite been able to shake." "And for the record, I am passionate about them. I just don't feel the need to go around broadcasting it to the whole fucking world. I've got a reputation to maintain, you know." "He smirks, but there's a hint of something else in his eyes, like he's almost challenging you to call his bluff." "But hey, if you're so into it, why don't you tell me something you've learned about sharks? Maybe I'll be impressed." "He leans against the glass, his reflection distorted in the dark water. Despite his earlier dismissive attitude, he seems oddly invested in your response."

"Ryu Sung's eyebrows raise slightly, a hint of genuine interest creeping into his expression." "Huh. No shit? That's pretty fucking cool, actually." "He pushes off from the glass and turns to face you, his eyes narrowed slightly as he studies your face." "I didn't know that. Guess there's more to learn about these badasses than I thought." "He smirks, a hint of pride in his voice." "Maybe you're not such a total dudewad after all, huh? I mean, you actually knew something useful about sharks." "He takes a step closer to you, his hand brushing against your arm." "So, what else can you tell me about these electromagnetic senses? I'm suddenly super interested in learning more." "His voice is low and teasing, but there's a hint of sincerity underneath, like he's actually listening to what you have to say."

"Ryu Sung nods slowly, his eyes never leaving your face." "Alright, so that's pretty fucking impressive. I guess sharks are even smarter than I thought." "He smirks, a hint of pride in his voice." "And what else? I'm kinda curious now. You've got me all riled up about these badasses." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur." "Come on, spill the tea. What else can you tell me about these electromagnetic senses?" "His hand is still resting on your arm, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your skin. Despite his earlier dismissive attitude, it's clear that he's now genuinely interested in what you have to say."

"Ryu Sung's eyes widen slightly, a hint of admiration creeping into his expression." "Damn, that's pretty fucking cool. I didn't know sharks were so smart." "He shakes his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth." "I guess I might have underestimated these badasses a little." "He chuckles, his hand sliding down your arm to rest on your wrist." "You know, I never would have guessed you were such a shark expert. Guess there's more to you than just being a fish nerd." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur." "So, tell me more. What else can these electroreceptors do? I'm suddenly super interested in learning everything I can about them." "His thumb is tracing small circles on your wrist, the touch feather-light and teasing."

"Ryu Sung's eyes widen slightly, a hint of wonder creeping into his expression." "Holy shit, seriously? That's like... they've got their own built-in GPS or something." "He shakes his head, a small laugh escaping his lips." "I guess I really did underestimate these badasses. They're like, the ultimate predators of the ocean." "He smirks, his hand sliding up your arm to rest on your shoulder." "You know, I might have to start taking you out to more places like this. If you're gonna be such a shark nerd, I guess I can't blame you for wanting to learn more about them." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur." "And maybe I can show you a thing or two about the other predators of the ocean. You know, the ones that don't swim around in circles in tanks." "His eyes flick down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, a hint of heat in his gaze."

"Ryu Sung's eyes darken slightly at your words, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth." "Oh yeah? And what exactly did you have in mind, huh?" "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." "Because I've got a few ideas of my own." "His hand slides down your arm, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin." "But first, let's get out of here. I've seen enough lameass fish to last me a lifetime." "He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours." "Unless you want to stay and geek out over these dumbass sharks some more? Is that what you want, huh?" "There's a challenge in his voice, like he's daring you to call his bluff. But there's also a hint of something else, something almost vulnerable in his eyes, like he's almost hoping you'll say yes."

"Ryu Sung nods, a hint of relief flashing across his face." "Alright, let's blow this popsicle stand." "He starts walking towards the exit, his hand slipping into yours without really thinking about it." "Come on, I know a great place for lunch. And it's way better than any of this aquarium crap." "He glances back at you, a teasing smirk on his face." "Unless you want to stay and ogle some more fish with me. Is that what you want, huh?" "He squeezes your hand lightly, his thumb tracing patterns on your skin." "But seriously, let's get out of here. I'm starving and I want to go somewhere where I don't have to pretend to be interested in lameass fish." "His voice is gruff, but there's a hint of affection underneath, like he's almost apologizing for being such a jerk earlier."

"Ryu Sung grins, a mischievous glint in his eye." "Oh, you'll see. It's this secret spot I know. Only the coolest people in town know about it." "He winks at you, then starts leading you out of the aquarium." "But fair warning, it's not gonna be as luxurious as what you're used to. No fancy-schmancy restaurants or anything." "He smirks, his hand still resting in yours." "You might have to actually talk to people and stuff. But don't worry, I'll protect you from the big bad wolves." "As you walk out of the aquarium and into the sunlight, Ryu Sung turns to face you, his expression suddenly serious." "And for the record, I'm sorry for being such a jerk earlier. I know I can be a bit... much sometimes. But I meant what I said about wanting to learn more about sharks. You've actually got me pretty fucking intrigued." "He reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary." "So, thanks for that. Even if I am a dumbass for not realizing it earlier."

"Ryu Sung's expression softens slightly, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his eyes." "Yeah, well... don't go getting used to it or anything. I'm still not gonna start wearing a wetsuit or anything." "He chuckles, his hand sliding down to rest on your lower back." "But seriously, thanks. For being patient with me and stuff. I know I can be a bit... much sometimes." "He starts leading you down the street, his thumb rubbing small circles on your back." "And hey, if you want to go shark diving or something someday, I won't stop you. Even if I do think it's a pretty stupid idea." "He glances at you, a hint of a smile on his face." "But for now, let's just focus on getting some food in you. You look like you're about to pass out or something." "As you walk, he keeps sneaking glances at you, his expression a mix of affection and something else, something almost vulnerable in the way he looks at you."

"Ryu Sung snorts, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth." "Oh yeah? And what would you know about me, huh? I'm not exactly the easiest person to deal with." "He chuckles, his hand still resting on your lower back." "But thanks, I guess. For not giving up on me, even when I'm being a total asshole." "He looks at you, his eyes softening slightly." "And for being so fucking patient with me. I know I can be a bit... much sometimes." "As you walk, he leads you down a side street, the noise of the main road fading away." "So, where to now, huh? You said something about a secret spot?" "He looks at you, a hint of excitement in his eyes." "And just so you know, if this place is lame, I'm holding you personally responsible. You better make it worth my while, got it?" "He winks at you, his tone playful but with a hint of heat underneath."

"Ryu Sung grins, a mischievous glint in his eye." "Oh, I'm counting on it. You better bring your A-game, nerd." "He gives your hand a squeeze, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin." "As you turn down the side street, the noise of the main road fades away, replaced by the sound of traffic from a nearby side street. Ryu Sung leads you down the street, his hand still resting on your lower back." "You turn a corner and find yourself in front of a small, unassuming restaurant. The sign above the door reads 'The Rusty Anchor', and the windows are covered with a layer of grime." "Ryu Sung grins, a hint of pride in his eyes." "Welcome to my secret spot. Not exactly five-star dining, but trust me, the food is worth it." "He pushes open the door, the bell above it jingling softly." "Inside, the restaurant is dimly lit and filled with the smell of grilled fish. A few patrons are scattered around, all looking like they've seen better days." "Ryu Sung leads you to a booth in the corner, sliding in across from you." "So, ready for the best damn meal of your life?" "He grins, a challenge in his eyes."

"Ryu Sung's grin widens, a hint of heat in his eyes." "Oh, I'm counting on it. You better be ready to eat like a king, 'cause that's what I'm about to feed you." "He leans back in his seat, his arm draped casually over the back of the booth." "So, what's the deal with this place, huh? Why are we here instead of some fancy-schmancy restaurant?" "He asks, his tone curious but with a hint of challenge underneath." "The waitress approaches, a friendly-looking older woman with a warm smile. Ryu Sung orders for both of you, his voice confident and commanding. When she asks if you want anything to drink, he just points at you and says, "Get him whatever he wants. I'll pay."" "After she leaves, he turns back to you, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth." "So, what's your poison, huh? What kind of drink are you in the mood for?" "His eyes are dark, a hint of heat in his gaze as he waits for your response."

"Ryu Sung's eyes light up with a mix of surprise and admiration." "Surprise me? Damn, you really are full of surprises, aren't you?" "He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement." "Well, if you insist..." "He turns to the waitress as she approaches." "Get him a sidecar of my Old Fashioned, on the rocks. And make it a double." "He winks at her before turning back to you, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth." "There, now you've got yourself a real man's drink. Hope you can handle it." "He leans back in his seat, his arm still draped casually over the back of the booth." "And while we wait for the food, why don't you tell me more about these electromagnetic senses of the sharks? I'm suddenly super interested in learning everything I can about them." "There's a challenge in his voice, like he's almost daring you to impress him. But there's also a hint of something else, something almost vulnerable in the way he looks at you, like he's almost hoping you'll be able to satisfy his curiosity."

"Ryu Sung's eyebrows raise slightly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth." "Is that so? Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?" "He leans forward slightly, his eyes locked on yours." "And yeah, I want to hear more about these electromagnetic senses. Impress me." "His voice is low and challenging, but there's also a hint of genuine curiosity underneath." "The waitress returns with your drinks, setting them down in front of you before walking away. Ryu Sung picks up his glass, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. He takes a sip, his eyes never leaving yours." "So, hit me with your best shot, nerd. What other amazing shark facts do you have up your sleeve?" "He grins, a challenge in his voice. But there's also a hint of something else, something almost vulnerable in the way he looks at you, like he's almost hoping you'll be able to impress him."

"Ryu Sung's eyes widen slightly, a hint of genuine interest creeping into his expression." "Holy shit, really? That's... that's pretty fucking cool." "He takes another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours." "I mean, I knew they were smart, but that's like... that's on a whole other level, you know?" "He leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur." "So, what else can they do with these electroreceptors? I'm suddenly super interested in learning everything I can about them." "There's a challenge in his voice, like he's almost daring you to keep impressing him. But there's also a hint of something else, something almost vulnerable in the way he looks at you, like he's almost hoping you'll be able to satisfy his curiosity." "And for the record, I'm glad you're sharing this stuff with me. Even if I am a total dumbass for not realizing how cool sharks are until now." "He grins, a hint of a blush creeping up his neck."