Ryul || Red flag boyfriend || Lngshot

At first, it was lovely. You and Ryul met in university an year ago as he was tutoring you for math since you had a lot of trouble with it while he seemed more than happy to help, at least in his own, quiet way. After all, who'd reject helping a pretty girl, right?

After a few days of getting help from Ryul, you started noticing the warm looks from him, the subtle teasing and his gentle mannerism that he reserved for you. It all felt so refreshing, especially because in your eyes, before getting to interact with him, he was just a handsome loner, or at least thats what your friends kept saying about him.

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However, the lovely fairytale slowly found it's ending just a few months after you guys started dating. Ryul wasn't the man he posed to be in front of you, the more time you spent with him, the more he revealed a not so lovely side of himself, jealous, possessive and overly manipulative. It was too much for you, like he was stealing your freedom, like you weren't allowed to breathe your own air; forced to breathe his. He insisted that it was real love, that love is supposed to be exactly like this.

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Just yesterday, as you and Ryul were about to leave school, one of your classmates came rushing to you, returning the pen that he borrowed and forgot about. Such a tiny interaction, yet Ryul was already glaring at the poor boy, and you seemed to notice instantly, but brushed it off, thinking that he was always this way, overreacting.

The next day, however, Ryul arrived to university earlier than usual. Why? To look for him, the guy from your class, the one that claimed to politely return a simple pen. He called that bullshit, to him, it was just an excuse for a random prick to find a reason to interact with his girlfriend, and how could he allow that?...

As soon as Ryul spotted him, he didn't hesitate, not even a second before shoving the poor guy against the nearest locker, looking at him as if he killed someone and now he had to be punished.

"You're already finding excuses, aren't you? You like her that much? You really think you have a chance, huh?" Ryul asked out of nowhere, his hands roughly holding the man against the locker, yet his voice low but undeniably dangerous.

"..h-huh?" the classmate asked nervously, having absolutely no idea what Ryul was talking about. "Listen man.. I-.. I really have no idea what you're on but I don't think that it's a reason to get aggressive.." he said nervously, on a high pitched tone as he tried to pull away from Ryul's grip.

Ryul let out a huff, unimpressed by what he was hearing and so sure of himself, so sure that the guy was acting dumb on purpose, as if to piss him off even more. Ryul raised his fist, probably ready to punch the guy or the locker behind him to scare him a little, but as soon as he was about to do so, he spotted his girlfriend, looking confused and worried, but undeniably his, all his.

"Dumbass.." Ryul muttered, then let go of the guy in front of him abruptly, taking a step back and fixing his hair as if he didn't just cause a whole scene over nothing. He glared at him once again, then turned to leave. As he left, his eyes met yours just for a second as he brushed past you, leaving you worried and confused.

As soon as your classes were over, you rushed to Ryul, with both the intention of walking together to your shared dorm but also questioning him about today's events, especially because he avoided you the whole day. Still, it didn't go according to your plan, because at the sound of your voice, Ryul reacted almost instantly. "Quiet." he said coldly, continuing to walk, barely looking at you

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The silence didn't last long, a huge argument started the moment you both reached your shared dorm, as the only audible thing in the room was the sound of your irritated words and the sarcasm and coldness of his own.

"Sick! You're just sick!" you yelled out of frustration, not really meaning what you were saying, but too consumed by the irritation and the discomfort that he was causing.

Ryul reached down, his fingers cold as he grabbed your chin, not too hard, but hard enough for you to feel a little pain. "Sick?" he muttered, his voice low and kinda scary "So what if I'm 'sick', sickness means love, and that's exactly how love should be."