Zerobaseone Imagines shen ricky – sparks

shen ricky x reader
after meeting two of your roommate gyuvin’s band mates for the first time, one leaves you head over heels. the other seems rather closed off, despite this you entrust him to help you win over your new crush. you end up winning him over instead.

being roommates with gyuvin had very few perks. he was loud, messy and constantly had friends over— but his rich parents payed for most of the rent so you didn’t complain much. aloud at least.

it wasn’t often you ran into his friends. in fact you stayed hidden most of the time.

whenever you heard another voice accompanying gyuvin’s along with the shuffle of the apartment keys, you would flee to your room.

another thing you hated about living with gyuvin was the fact he was in a band.

gyuvin played the drums, he was proud of it too. he flaunted his drum set in the middle of your living room. you had argued about how much of an eyesore it was once, but after you saw the conversation was going nowhere you decided to save your breath.

their band practice was running late.

your eyes flicker over to the clock by your bedside table. 12am.

you inhale sharply and remove your headphones, they rest around your neck loosely and you listen out for a moment.

it’s silent.

you drop your pen and close your laptop, rising from your seat.

you had been thirsty for quite some time now and holding off on getting a drink due to the rambuctious crew residing in your living room.

you leave your room quietly, sighing in relief when you make your way to the kitchen undetected.

you grab a glass and fill it up with water.

“hello?”

you jump. if you weren’t hovering over the sink the floor would be soaked. you drop the glass and turn slowly. you blink once, then twice.

your mouth opens and closes like a fish.

the boy in front of you swipes a tongue over his bottom lip briefly and stuffs his hands into his pockets. he looks you over. there’s a guitar case on his back and a ring pierced through his bottom lip. the words ‘role model’ were tattooed along the side of his neck.

his dark brown eyes compliment his practically bleach blonde hair perfectly. calling him pretty would be an understatement.

“hello?” he echoes flatly and you snap out of your trance.

you clear your throat and laugh awkwardly. “sorry i’m gyuvin’s roommate.” you don’t know why you hold your hand out for him to shake, but you do.

he doesn’t take it, his eyes only flicker down to it and return back to your face. he’s intimidating, you’re pretty sure that you audibly gulped.

you lower your hand back to your side.

“so you’re y/n.” he pauses for a short while and pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “huh.” he muses.

what did that mean?

after a couple moments of silence you suspect the conversation is over and pick up your glass of water and get ready to head to your room.

“i’m ricky by the way.” he says as you’re about to walk past him back to your room.

you nod at him, indifferently.

“nice to meet you ricky.”

you think you’re in the clear but as you’re about to round the corner to your room another person emerges. you jump, and this time your glass of water does spill a little.

“woah there.”

a comforting hand rests on your elbow and steadies you. you look up and are met with a set of warm eyes and an inviting smile.

the guy chuckles at you and his hands return back to his sides. you wished he would keep them where they had been.

his dark brown hair is styled handsomely and the pretty silver necklace he’s wearing draws your eyes to the tattoo bang smack in the middle of his collarbone.

“i take it you’re gyuvin’s roommate that’s always in hiding, i’m hanbin.” hanbin smiles and you laugh nervously back.

there was a reason you were always in hiding. you made a mental note to work on your social skills.

“hi hanbin.” you say dreamily and you swear it might be love at first sight, for you anyway.

there’s a boyish grin resting on his lips. “hi y/n.” he mimicks your tone cutely, biting back his own grin.

ricky clears his throat behind you and you smile at them both once more before rushing back to your room.

your heart thumps in your chest and it’s impossible to focus on the paper you were working on again.

***

“never gonna happen.” gyuvin deadpans, biting into his slice of toast.

“trust me y/n, i know hanbin. he’s like a brother to me and well he’s freshly out of a relationship and hung up on his ex. i don’t want you getting involved in all that.” your roommate continues, voice muffled due to his mouth full of toast.

your heart warms a bit at the protective gesture but still, you persist. he leaves the kitchen and you’re right on his tail.

“but gyuvin..” you drag his name out as you scramble for good reasoning.

“what if he’s my one true love and you’re breaking us apart.” you say dramatically as gyuvin collapses onto the couch.

he gives you a ‘really’ look but the puppy dog eyes you give him will the boy to groan and say, “okay i don’t know.. hanbin likes people similar to him. people that are into music and dancing.” gyuvin shrugs.

you find refuge on the fluffy rug gyuvin’s mom had insisted you guys keep under the coffee table because the place was too ‘bare’.

“anything else? i’m not really into that stuff.” you pout a little.

gyuvin draws in a breath and clenches his teeth awkwardly. “music is kind of his whole life.”

you sigh.

suddenly there’s a knock at the door and you’re just about ready to get up and flee but gyuvin places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you back into your seated position. “you have nothing to run from anymore.”

“hey man.” you recognise the smooth velvety voice of ricky once the door is opened.

he meanders in after gyuvin has greeted him and it’s obvious he’s surprised to see you.

the surprised expression is gone from his face just a fast as it came and he raises a hand at you in acknowledgment.

“hey.” you give him a small smile despite his bland greeting.

gyuvin finishes his slice of toast and returns to the couch to get comfortable once again. ricky rests his guitar carefully in the corner of the room before residing in a one seater.

“so.. back to your boy trouble. ricky how do you think y/n could get hanbin’s atten— ow!”

you pinch gyuvin’s leg and he’s quick to shut up.

“so you like hanbin?” ricky says cooly, you turn to look at him and nod shyly.

something about his gaze is so daunting and you look down to your lap soon after.

“he likes people he shares interests with..” ricky starts but gyuvin cuts him off, “that’s what i said!”

“but y/n doesn’t have a musical bone in her body, she even sucks at guitar hero.”

you gasp offended but can’t even deny the truth in the statement.

“fuck this.” you sigh theatrically, flopping your head down on the couch cushion. gyuvin reaches over and pats your head.

ricky can’t help but find your sulking cute. he even surprises himself when he says, “why don’t i teach you a couple things.”

you raise your head and snap your entire body in his direction.

“really?” you and gyuvin both ask in unison and ricky chuckles.

it’s the first time you see him smile, you didn’t think he could get any prettier. he fiddles with his lip ring with his tongue and then nods.

“sure, i got time.”

“what’s the catch?” gyuvin asks for you, you wait patiently for ricky’s answer.

he only shrugs. “no catch.”

gyuvin furrows his eyebrows at that but you, unbeknownst to how out of character this was for ricky, hop up excitedly.

“thank you, thank you.”

ricky holds his hand out to shake on it and you eye him.

he lowers it awkwardly after a moment and a sense of pride blooms in your chest.

ricky laughs. he supposed he deserved that.

***

“you’re late.” ricky says as he opens the door to your disheveled figure.

you’re still in your work uniform. you had been working at a diner since the summer before you started college. gyuvin and his bandmates were all dropouts living off of a trust fund so they wouldn’t know about all the expenses you had to pay.

you roll your eyes briefly. “sorry.”

then you hold up a bag of food and smile sheepishly. “you like hamburgers?” it’s a peace offering.

ricky smirks a little and takes the bag from you happily, “cute, thanks.”

ricky rips the burger out of it’s wrapping and starts eating with haste. he reminds you of gyuvin in that moment. it always scared you how quickly that boy could eat so much. the pair of them were like one big garbage disposal.

you walk further into the living room and pick up his guitar.

“woah, woah, woah.” the blonde drops the burger and rushes over to you.

“careful there, that’s my baby.” he takes the electric guitar from your careless hands and places it back in it’s open case.

“your baby?”

“yes, my baby.” he repeats firmly and for some reason it causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach even though it’s not directed at you.

“sit.” ricky gestures towards the couch and whilst he gets his guitar connected to the amp in his living room you examine his place.

you wonder if it’s lonely living alone.

although you spent most of the time in your head complaining about gyuvin, you think you would die of boredom without him.

ricky’s mantelpiece has a lot of photoframes decorating it. you never saw him as the sentimental type but he kept memories of everything.

“y/n.” he calls for your attention, you turn to your left and almost jump out of your skin when he’s sat there right beside you rather than crouched down like he just had been.

his guitar is rested in his lap and you’re so close that you think if you were to move an inch you’d be kissing.

you shift away, your face feeling hot no matter how hard you tried to calm it.

ricky just smirks again. you think bitterly to yourself that his genuine smile was much cuter.

he hunches over the guitar and starts to run his fingers over the strings. you lean towards him slightly to get a better look.

once he starts playing he’s so immersed in the music and you can’t help but wish you had a passion for something as deep as the boys did.

“i can teach you something like this.” ricky looks up at you through his peripheral and you nod.

“the notes aren’t complicated but you need to be quick with your hands so it makes you look more impressive. got it?” he explains.

you nod again.

“good. now how are we going to go about this..” ricky mutters under his breath.

“stand up.” he was so bossy, ordering you around.

“a please would be nice.” you grumble to yourself standing up and straightening out the bottom of your work uniform.

ricky rolls his eyes and takes a hold of your wrist pulling you in between his spread legs to sit.

you nearly let out a squeak.

your back is pressed against his chest. you never noticed how broad his shoulders were and how toned he— you quickly pull yourself away from that state of mind.

ricky’s precious guitar is in your lap now and he reaches over you to place your hands in the right places and show you the chords and basics.

your heart is thumping against your chest and ricky’s chin is resting on your shoulder. “ready?”

you’re tense as hell and also embarrassed because you know that ricky can tell because he says, “relax.”

his voice is deep and barely above a whisper tone, you try your best to do as he says.

you relax your shoulders and lean back just a bit trying to ignore how intimate this felt.

“okay, so this is g minor.” ricky began, placing your fingers in the right place.

you’re trying to focus on what he’s saying but as he goes through the rest of the basic chords your mind just keeps getting all fuzzy.

“y/n..” ricky thumps his thumb against the back of your hand to grab your attention and you’re startled out of your daydream.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i’m paying attention, swear.”

ricky heaves a sigh and places the guitar on the floor leaning against the armrest of the couch. “no you’re not.”

“i probably should have let you chill a little, sorry ’bout that. you tired?”

you basically jump from the place in between his legs and sit on the other side of the couch. you draw your legs up into a cross legged position and look at him. “something like that.”

ricky sighs and leans back. you two just sit in silence for a while, the rhythmic drumming of his fingers against his thigh is the only sound occupying the room.

“so what is it about hanbin anyway?” the guitarist asks. the question is unexpected, just like a lot of things about ricky.

you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and nibble at your lip. “don’t laugh, but i literally felt sparks when he touched me.”

ricky stifles a laugh and you kick his knee.

“what about me?” he suddenly adds in.

you blink in surprise. “what about you?”

“what did you think of me?”

you pause once again. “you were kind of.. blunt?” you try to search for the nicest word to describe your first meeting with the guy.

ricky frowns but he knows it’s true. he’s always been quite cold, he doesn’t do it on purpose, it just kind of happens especially when he’s talking to someone new. he puts a wall up.

“what about now?” he wants to know. he rakes a hand through his hair and you swear his hand is shaking a bit.

you were never able to read people well, especially guys like ricky. but he seemed almost nervous.

“generous.. for helping me and i think you should smile more.” you say leaning towards him about to stretch his cheeks like you did so often with your roommate.

ricky slaps your hands away but he’s smiling now. “there it is!” you cheer.

he tries to hide it and you laugh even more, your eyes are drawn to his lips. “did that hurt?” you ask gesturing towards his piercing

“a little, but it makes me look good so.”

you nod, then he smiles smugly at the affirmation. he already knows he’s handsome but it’s nice to know you think so too.

“okay, i’m ready to become a rockstar now.” you declare, rubbing your hands together and ricky’s smile falters for a moment before he beckons you over to resume the lesson.

***

“where are you taking me?” ricky asks as you walk in long strides ahead of him.

“less talking, more walking.” is all you reply, he clicks his tongue in annoyance before catching up to you.

“y’know we’re wasting valuable music lesson time right now.” ricky reminds you, he’s wearing an outfit awfully formal considering the fact you weren’t going anywhere special.

you had grown to learn that that was just how ricky was though. he carried himself in such a confident way and always dressed to impress. you wouldn’t
be surprised if he went grocery shopping in a suit.

“it is music related though.” you tell him as you arrive at your destination.

“ta-da.”

ricky furrows his brows at the empty street you had stopped at. “what am i supposed to be looking at?”

you sigh and pull him towards a close-by bench. “we’re a little early, but around this time every saturday there are always talented buskers.”

ricky nods slowly and gets comfortable on the bench as he looks over your features. “i thought you didn’t have a musical bone in your body?”

you scrunch your nose up in distaste at him before looking away and ricky swears he sees a soft blush creep up your neck. “just because i’m shit at playing music doesn’t mean i can’t appreciate it, plus i thought you would like it so.”

you stand up suddenly, “but if you don’t want to listen we can just go back—”

ricky grabs your hand to stop you and then quickly lets it go, his arm drapes over the back of the bench nonchalantly. “i never said i didn’t want to stay.”

you clear your throat awkwardly and sit back down beside him. “okay great!” you chirp.

you clasp your hands together as you look left and right wondering when someone would show up.

ricky finds it hard to care too much when any musicians will arrive because in the meantime he gets to stare at you.

the thought of you coming up with something for the pair of you to do today, something you thought he would like had his heart going berserk.

the boy had half a mind to knock at his heart and tell it to calm the hell down. it wasn’t him you were interested in but hanbin. he was just here to help you.

but why was he helping you?

gyuvin had asked him the question a gazillion times.

there was a part of him that yearned for your approval and for you to like him for reasons he couldn’t understand. he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t found himself wishing it was him you were hung up on instead of hanbin.

“ricky, look how pretty.” you smile brightly holding up a flower.

he didn’t even realise you had gotten up whilst he was zoned out. “very pretty.” he agrees eyes moving from the pink peony in your grasp to you.

you feel your breath catch in your throat for just a moment as your eyes meet. you lean towards him and put it behind his ear.

ricky huffs. “this throws off my whole outfit.”

“it doesn’t. you look cute.” you muse and before ricky can think about the comment too much and dwell on how warm it made him feel you’re standing up.

a crowd had gathered not too far away from the bench around a duo singing a duet. the girl singing held an acoustic guitar and she had the voice of an angel.

her counterpart was a boy holding a tambourine, he walked around hyping the little crowd surrounding them.

you notice ricky’s smile widening as he focuses in on the guitar.

“i should ask if you can join for a set.” you hum and ricky shakes his head rapidly.

“don’t you dare.” he warns.

you giggle. “what? stage fright?”

he folds his arms and then scoffs. “never. i just don’t want to steal their moment.”

you laugh at his excuse and he chuckles too. you think that this is the most you’ve ever seen ricky smile.

unconsciously, he’s being trying to do it more since you told him to.

***

spending time with ricky was fun for many reasons. you got to slowly watch him come out of his shell, you had a new friend and you didn’t have to flee everytime gyuvin brought people over because at least now you knew someone else in his group properly.

ricky never left you out.

you had no idea whether he did it knowingly or not but he had a way of making you feel like the only person in the room.

your training had been going well, you had dubbed yourself an amateur guitarist and you had something to talk about with hanbin now.

the boys didn’t lie, he loved music with all his heart, and thanks to ricky all the topics he would bring up weren’t complete gibberish to you.

“go fish!” gyuvin yells slamming his deck of cards onto the coffee table.

“gyuvin that’s not how it works..” you drone, rubbing your temple.

“this game is stupid.” he whines.

you and ricky share a look. gyuvin was beginning to regret letting the two of you get closer because he’s been ganged up on or made to feel like a third wheel more times than he’d like to admit.

“when’s hanbin getting here?” you ask once it’s clear the game is over.

“whipped much?” gyuvin mumbles and you attempt to reach over the table and smack him but ricky pulls you back.

you fall back and crash into his chest giggling and gyuvin has to refrain himself from telling the pair of you to get a room.

after a couple more conversations the doorbell finally rings and although you were the most surprised, nobody was prepared for who else besides hanbin was going to walk through the door.

in strides hanbin and a boy you had only heard the rest of them talk about, zhang hao.

perfect wasn’t even a good enough word to describe him. he looked so well kept, lips glossy, eyes big and starry, drowning in a hoodie you knew was hanbin’s.

he was hanbin’s ex and the reason band rehearsal had been going on so late lately. they were trying to find a way to make everything work without hao, their lead singer.

but that wouldn’t be a problem anymore seeing as he was back.

why was he back?

your heart clenched. his hand was clasped in hanbin’s. the boy that you had wasted hours learning useless crap about music for was out of your reach once again.

“this seems like important band business, i’ll just get out of your way.”

it’s petty. you know that but you don’t really care at that particular moment in time. you don’t even let hao introduce himself, you’re already scurrying back to your room. like old times.

you open the door and slip in, slumping into your desk chair. it takes only a couple minutes for someone to come and check on you.

“go away gyuvin.” you say childishly without looking up.

“not gyuvin.” ricky bends down to look at your face, his hands resting on his knees.

“heartbroken?”

you shake your head. “i just feel stupid, gyuvin warned me hanbin was still hung up on hao, that it was a fresh break up but i had to go and develop a stupid crush.”

ricky’s eyes flickered over your dejected face and he feels his nails dig into the skin of his palm.

“i’m dumb right?”

ricky shakes his head but then stops and shrugs.

he lifts your chin up and smiles. “maybe a little.”

you scoff at him but he manages to get a smile back on your face.

your lips are slightly parted and ricky can’t stop thinking about wanting to kiss you. he has to scold himself in his head. he had just witnessed your dream of having a chance with hanbin get crushed and all he could think of was swooping in and taking you for himself.

he withdraws his hand from your chin and stands up to his full height pulling you up with him.

“i’m not going back out there.” you huff.

“as long as you’re okay here.” he says and hesitantly he reaches up and pats your head.

your cheeks flush at the gesture and you beam, the affectionate gesture from the usually withdrawn guy has you swooning.

ricky heads for the door but you’re quick to grab his sleeve. “wait, can you stay for a little?”

his heart skips a beat at your request and he looks back at your cute form and it feels like it’s the first time he’s seeing you all over again, except this time a million feelings are hurdled at him all at once.

“y/n i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

ricky’s mouth moves on it’s own and the words fall out before he can stop them. he wishes they hadn’t because the crestfallen expression on your face breaks him.

he thinks you’ll leave it at that, tell him to leave and just sulk alone but you’re curious.

“why?”

ricky squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“i haven’t seen hao in ages, i’m not just gonna stick around here with you over some dumb shit.”

and there it is, more word vomit. it’s almost like all the work you’ve done getting to know him is undone. the wall is built back up.

you swallow hard and just nod. “you’re right. sorry.”

ricky looks like he’s about to say something but quickly decides against it, it’s silent for a few more moments and then he leaves.

***

a couple days later you’re cooped up in your room, sprawled on the bed as you watch some shitty netflix original movie.

gyuvin invites himself in, as he always does. smiling widely as he munches on some caramel popcorn.

“what have i told you about knocking.” you say exasperatedly as he squishes you over to the side to make room for himself.

“i like to defy societal norms.”

you roll your eyes and pause the movie. “what do you want?”

you were usually irritable, but not this much. ricky had been acting the same and gyuvin knew he would get nowhere trying to get his blonde friend to dish out his feelings, so he was here to interrogate you.

“can’t i just watch a movie with you? i even brought popcorn.”

you glare at him suspiciously. “you want something kim gyuvin. just spill already.. i hate watching movies with you, you ask questions every two seconds.”

“i do not! but whatever, i just wanna know why you’re so pissy lately.”

“i am not pissy.” you protest, reaching for the closest pillow to hit over his head.

gyuvin moves away before you can complete your attack and you scowl.

he hums to himself in thought, now safe at the far end of your bed to avoid getting hit.

“would you happen to know why ricky is acting odd then?”

the way your breath hitches slightly at the mention of the boy doesn’t go unnoticed by gyuvin. “why the hell would i know. he’s your friend.” you say dismissively.

your attitude was enough proof that you did in fact know what was up with ricky. “yours too last i checked.”

you purse your lips a little and finally look at gyuvin properly. “i don’t know he just blew up at me the other day when i asked if he could hang around with me for a bit after the whole hanbin and hao thing.”

you draw your knees up to your chest and rest your chin atop them. “i’m the one who got my feelings hurt, i don’t know why he’s acting weird with you.” 

“you’re the one who got your feelings hurt.” gyuvin repeated in a murmur to himself.

you can see the gears turning in his head. it all clicks for him in seconds and sometimes you wish you could steal the ricky folder he had stored in his brain so you could understand the confusing boy just as well as him.

“what? what gyuvin?” you nudge him with your foot.

“i don’t know why he blew up at you in the first place.. but now he’s probably acting weird ’cause he’s beating himself up for hurting you. ah my little y/n you really snuck your way into ricky’s cold heart.” gyuvin shuffles over to hug you tightly, pressing his cheek against yours.

“if he feels bad why doesn’t he just apologise to me.” you ask your voice muffled as gyuvin cooes squishing your cheek.

you brush his hand away and he pouts for a moment before shrugging. “he’s emotionally constipated, you know this.”

you sigh deeply. “so what? i have to talk to him first.”

gyuvin puts his hands together and rubs them dramatically in a begging motion. “will you please be the bigger person, just this once. you guys got me used to hanging out with my two favourite people and then took it away from me.”

“i’m one of your favourite people?” was all you heard. your tone offends gyuvin so now it’s his turn to grab a pillow and hit you with it.

“you don’t even make my top 5.”

gyuvin scowls at you but you just grin mischievously.

“fine though, i’ll speak to ricky whenever i see him next.”

gyuvin pumps his fist into the air in triumph. “um ‘next’ is in twenty minutes by the way.”

you scramble out of bed as gyuvin flees the room, narrowly escaping the slipper you throw his way.

***

when ricky arrives you’ve already gone through a million ways the conversation could go in your head.

“y/n?” he’s in obvious shock when you open the door for him not expecting to see you, then he clears his throat and walks past you.

“is gyuvin here.” he scans the place for his rambuctious friend.

you close the door and lean against it. whether it was to keep him from running away or to support your wobbly legs you don’t know.

“ricky.” you start softly.

he stops walking. he still doesn’t look at you though his eyes are on your hands behind you, fastened around the doorknob.

“you’re avoiding me..” you go on, trailing off slightly.

he realises you and gyuvin had probably planned this and sighs. “you’re not exactly going out of your way to talk to me either.” he refutes, even though he knows you shouldn’t have to. you didn’t do anything wrong.

“ricky.” you say again, this time your voice even softer if that was possible and he hates how patient you are with him. he doesn’t deserve it.

he also hates how his heart is in his throat as you finally push yourself away from the door and walk towards him.

“y/n don’t.” is all he says and your patience is finally wearing thin.

“don’t what? talk to you? ricky i don’t understand why you’re being like this. it’s not that big of a deal. i get it you didn’t want to stay with—.”

“it’s not that y/n.” he interrupts suddenly.

that stuns you into silence for a moment. “it’s not?”

ricky looks up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. your eyebrows knit together in confusion until he starts speaking.

“i just..”

he lowers his head and his eyes finally meet your sparkly ones.

he still wanted to kiss you, he had since the other day but ricky was scared. scared of the things you were making him feel, scared you didn’t think of him in that way, scared he wasn’t enough like hanbin.

he had to leave so abruptly when you asked him to stay because he knew he would end up ruining the friendship you had so sweetly tried to build with him.

ricky knows he will regret it later, making a move at a time like this, mid confrontation, but you don’t stop his advances.

as if like a warning as to what’s coming next he kisses your forehead.

he’s blinking so slow and languidly, like a cat. despite all the time you had spent ogling him it’s only now you notice a lot of his features were cat-like, especially this close up.

your heart is beating so fast it feels like you’ve just run a marathon. ricky’s gaze floats down to your lips and then back up to your eyes for conformation and when you nod he moves to kiss you.

it’s agonisingly slow, him leaning in.

but when he’s finally kissing you, you realise you had never felt anything with sung hanbin because what you were feeling right now with ricky were real sparks, fireworks even. you kiss back.

his mouth moulds perfectly into yours and the metal of his lip ring is cool against you, calming the raging heat of your skin.

his hand is cupping your jaw and his thumb sinks lightly into the skin of your cheek as he deepens the kiss. ricky pulls away briefly but before you can even utter a word out he’s diving back in for more.

his nose nudges against yours in his haste. he’s ravenous and you gasp a little when his other hand moves down to your waist pulling you impossibly close.

you both finally pull away a minute later. he looks down at you expectantly, his ears are embarrassingly red and he hopes you don’t notice the way he gulps.

you do.

you chuckle softly. ricky’s cheeks are all red now too and he breaks eye contact bashfully.

“sorry.”

“no don’t apologise.” you peck the corner of his lips. he nearly dies of a heart attack.

“so you’ve been ignoring me because.. you like me?” you question cheekily.

ricky looks up at the ceiling again embarrassed and nods. you laugh some more. “stop that.” he reprimands.

“look at me.”

ricky can’t help but comply.

“you know you could have just told me instead of acting out.”

“you were practically in love with hanbin like a week ago you player.” he snorts.

“okay being in love and having a little crush are two very different things.” you defend yourself.

you tilt your head and hum in thought. “we’re gonna have to work on your communication skills.”

ricky’s heart beats faster at the ‘we’re’ and he nods rapidly. “sure thing.”

***

i didn’t proofread this as well as i should have out of laziness.. but i hope you enjoy.
happy holidays <3

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