That’s the kind of crap I hate Tumblr for. It’s not sarcasm. Whoever started this thread should be - I can’t even come up with a perfect punishment without reblogging it first. I just hope that you suffer a lot. That’s all.
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ synopsis | ricky had never gotten the real chance of falling in love. it was the most perfect unperfect time for love yet ; he just never felt that spark with anyone nor did he have the chance to. that was until one rainy day when ricky stood at the school entrance with no way home. the moment he laid his eyes on y/n, things changed.
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author's note : happy friday bffs ! i've been a bit busy so i haven't been online but making this was soo fun i'll probably be making a few chapters over the weekend :3 see you all on monday <3 ty for the love on the prologue!
reaching his hand out towards the rain, ricky felt the droplets of water fall onto his palm. soon enough, his whole hand was wet due to the heaviness of the rain.
he had just spent the past few hours sitting in the library, trying his best to cram in all the knowledge he could fit into his brain. he was already one of the top students, so why? his parents are why.
ever since he was conceived, they painted this picture where their son would be a child prodigy who would take over their company once the time had come. it wouldn't be so bad, if it didn't come with all the added pressure as well.
so just to be prepared for the upcoming exams, ricky decided to take time afterschool and write math notes until his hand was red. maybe that wasn't the best idea though, because now his hand was sore and limp.
just to add to all that pain, he was now stuck at school with no way home in the heavy rainfall.
ricky was seriously contemplating calling gyuvin to pick him up but he had been held back for practice since he had been sick the previous week with a cold. his parents were currently in china for business, so there was no use in calling them.
just as he was about to make a run for it, ricky felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to his right to see the vice president of shs, sung y/n.
"sorry if i startled you," y/n spoke softly, seeing as ricky's eyes shifted once she tapped him on the shoulder. "i just saw you standing here for a while, what are you doing here so late?"
"i was studying in the library," ricky answered with caution due to not knowing y/n that well. but in the effort of making conversation, he asked, "what about you?"
"i had a late student council meeting, i had to cover for gunwook since he wasn't available today," y/n replied, letting out a sigh, "we were trying to figure out where to put the funds from last week's fundraiser."
"i'm probably boring you with that stuff anyways.. you've been standing here for a while," y/n changed the topic, "waiting for someone?"
"no it's just.. i have no way home," ricky admitted, slightly embarrassed, his hand falling on the back of his neck. "i forgot to bring an umbrella too."
"oh, you can have mine," y/n reached into her backpack, putting the umbrella in front of ricky for him to take.
"don't you need it too?" ricky questioned.
"no, it's fine! i live nearby anyways," y/n gently took ricky's hand and wrapped it around the umbrella so he would be forced to take it.
"there's a bus stop a few minutes away. if you run, you'll make it in time for the bus," y/n informed, pointing in the direction of the bus stop.
"..thank you.." ricky muttered, his heart fluttering at the sudden contact between the two.
he watched as y/n smiled at him, zipping up her backpack before putting it over her head. "i'll see you monday then, quanrui," she gave him one last smile before starting to run down the steps.
as she reached the school gate, y/n looked back and waved at ricky before starting to run again so she wouldn't be fully soaked.
it was just a kind gesture from the vice president, so, why was his heart suddenly beating so rapidly? why did his cheeks feel warmer? why was there a sudden urge in him that wanted to see that smile again?
before his thoughts started to take over, ricky flicked his forehead slightly so that it wouldn't leave a mark before starting to walk to the nearest bus station.
the first look changes everything.
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ synopsis | ricky had never gotten the real chance of falling in love. it was the most perfect unperfect time for love yet ; he just never felt that spark with anyone nor did he have the chance to. that was until one rainy day when ricky stood at the school entrance with no way home. the moment he laid his eyes on y/n, things changed.
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author's note : hii everyone :3 im sorry this was kinds bland but it was just a prologue anyways ! i was planning to post on monday but i decided to post today since its my bday :P i plan on posting every mon, weds, and fri (hopefully) 💧 also there might be mistakes i read this like 10x though.. BYEEE <3
summary ; before your roommate left she promised she’d find you a replacement. 3 years later she never did, until now, leaving you as confused as ever while you looked at the 6ft male sitting in your room.
contains -> fluff/slight angst
you came back late, having class at a top (and painfully competitive) med school plus the late shift at the local coffee shop. you were tired especially during exams. all you wanted was to stay in your bed and read a book, or sleep for the rest of the night. however you pleased.
so naturally being that exhausted you were absolutely not expecting the man sitting in your desk, drawing towards the conclusion that you were hallucinating and that maybe sleep sounded like a better idea than a book.
“someone told me to wait for you here”
“what?”
“you know, your roommate?”
oh. right.
your roommate was your best friend. you were inseparable, shared the same dreams, got into the same college together.
but everything changed. she got a boyfriend, and suddenly your future wasn’t as intertwined as you originally planned it to be.
they broke up and she realized she wasn’t sure what she wanted. everything about her had changed and your schedule almost never lined up because of how many times she changed it for her ex.
so, she cut ties, peacefully. she explained she no longer wanted the same thing as you and left but promised to visit soon and that she’d find someone to take her place because she knew how much you hated being on your own.
guess that explained why the man (who you later knew as shen quanrui) was waiting for you, in the same spot she always waited for you to come home.
“its been.. 2 years since she left. how could you have found me when she couldn’t even shoot a text?”
“unbeknownst you, you mean a great deal to her more than you seem to think you do. i was her partner in art school before we had graduated, and she sent me here. she knows how you are, with your life plan laid out in front of you, for you. she knows you’d still live here even after almost 3 years. she knows you’d end up getting into med school after college. you’re not that unpredictable jung y/n.”
“so i’ve been prepared all my life, and what about it? i don’t march towards things without a plan. and how could you address me by my full name when i don’t even know yours?”
“shen quanrui.”
“shim what?” “shen. quan. rui. shen quanrui. its not that hard.”
“so you’re not korean?” “obviously not. i’m chinese.”
“can you say your name one more time?”
“my god. you can just call me ricky.”
“lovelicky.” “what?” “nothing.”
“i brought back food. it was supposed to be a snack for me but i guess you can have it now that i know i’ll be accommodating for two from this point on.”
“thanks. but uh- can we just go to sleep?” ricky asked, moving from your desk to sit on your twin bed.
“what? this is a two person flat. go sleep in her old room.”
“uh- i would, assuming she left behind her bed. but you kind of boarded up her room and i’m not looking to take it down at midnight on a thursday.”
“oh. i guess you’re right. i forgot about that. i just never assumed she’d actually send someone to me so i didn’t want to look at everything she left behind.”
ricky shrugged and laid down on one side of your bed, while he let you climb into the side touching the wall. since when was he wearing pajamas?..
“isnt this weird?” you muttered.
“not really.”
“i just met you.”
“your couch looks stiff as fuck and i’m not sleeping on the floor.”
right. you had a couch.. maybe med school is taking a toll on your memory. you feel like your frontal lobe is deteriorating.
ricky watched as you reached for a book, before he quickly grabbed your hand and set it back down on the shelf above the bed.
“no. sleep. you have school then the night shift at the cafe.”
“how did you-” “you leave your schedule framed on your fridge.” “right..”
a/n: ik you've seen this before but that's bc i'm reposting everything from @moonlightdarlings to this acc! this is the first work that i'm going to repost :)
~ he’s the type to lean down when talking to you
~ so ATTENTIVE to you like he just knows if you're in pain or not, etc
~ buys you random gifts just because he loves you and thinks of you while shopping
~ i feel like he'd be the type to consistently raise the bar like if you weren't enthusiastic on one date, he'd strive to make the next one even better
~ STUDY BUDDY! If you're struggling with classes, he would definitely do his best to understand and help you out (if not, tells you to go see hanbin or hao)
~ does not hesitate to participate in girly things with you and tbh most likely styles your hair better than you do, so you let him do your hair when you're in no rush to go to classes
~ LOTS AND LOTS of kisses. why do i see him as someone who gets super affectionate (have you seen the Jeremiah kiss in tsip? he probably kisses like that 🫠)
~ you’re ALWAYS passenger princess🤭 like he thinks you should be treated like the royalty you are
~ he’s such a green flag !! if chivalry was a person, it’d be ricky!
~ he also gets jealous but rarely; probably gets more shy when you compliment him
~ he probably appreciates how you remember everything about him, such as his favorite drink when he's stressed! being an idol isn't easy and you understand that
( this list has gestures, actions, scenarios, and words that are expressible for the actions! / @urfriendlywriter ) ( tag me when yall write IMP the 12th, 13th, 14th and 15th!! )
cuddles and hugs during rain
kisses on the brow, eyes, jawline >>>
moans. whimpers. whispers.
smiling into your hair during hugs
brushing their lips against yours
heat creeping over their neck
touching, teasing, leaning in
smiling shyly, biting lips with a shameless smile
raising an eyebrow with a grin, head thrown back
impatient, feverish kisses or touches. hands around their neck, or in their hair, cupping their cheeks, touching their nape, grazing their jaw
quiet hugs, breathing uneven, warmth spreading from their body to yours
hearts beating a little faster, lips failing so hard not to curve up in their presence
stolen glances, faint brushes of their fingers over yours
fingers tipping one's jaw, caressing the bottom of their lips, behind of their ears, or nape of their neck (ughh sucker for these)
hands gliding down the other's body
them lying at your lap, reading to you or listening to you
holding hands, visiting each other's parents, baking in the kitchen together
hugs that lasts a little longer
eye contacts remaining unbroken until a third person clears their throat
drinking tea together. company in comfortably silences
coming over to pick you up for a date
^ eyes scanning your outfit with amuse
holding the car door for you, draping a coat over your shoulders, tugging your waist closer to theirs >>>>
feeling giddy in love, hot in their fingers, warm near their body, shy under the sheets
giggling together, laughing together, being so at ease with one another.
International student ricky x café worker gn reader (pt 1)
No smut! Not proofread
Just a silly little ramble that might get more parts idk
----⏝᭨ི ྀ⏝ ᭨ི ྀ⏝ ᭨ི ྀ⏝.⏝᭨ི ྀ⏝----
It was late, around 7pm that night. The air was starting to get colder as the first few days of autumn loomed over him. Soon the summer holidays would be over and the first term of uni would come. Many friends and family members had congratulated him for getting into a school overseas and had overhyped the experience for him.
He didn't really share the same excitement. Not to say that he was ungrateful or anything, but he couldn't help but feel a bit underwhelmed.
Perhaps he was just homesick or something. Whatever the cause, he hoped that these feelings of dread would soon dissappear.
As if just on que, as he was walking along the busy highstreet, his eyes caught a glimpse of the most beautiful strawberry cake in a shop window.
One bite couldn't hurt so bad could it?
The bell on the door chimed playfully as he stepped into the café. Strong smells of coffee and cake filled the air as he walked towards an empty table for one near the window.
He sat down and took in the view of the colourful and warm café in comparison to the cold blue grey tones that filled the skies and busy streets outside. Before he could get any more lost in his thoughts, a gentle voice called out to him. There standing before him was you.
Holy shit who's this gorgeous being.
You didnt mean to stare but you couldnt help yourself. Watching him curiously, you wondered how you could approach him to request his order. He seemed so focused on the cityscape infront of him that it felt wrong of you to disturb him. Nevertheless, it was your last shift of the day so you had to get this over with. Not to mention you had to make sure you were all set for tomorrow, your first day of uni. The uni you had spent all summer trying to afford yourself for.
"It's quite busy today isn't it?"
He suddenly snapped back to reality and turned his head towards you, the waiter. Then he slowly observed the slightly empty shop he was in and turned to you with a look of slight confusion; his brows furrowing and lips slightly pouting.
"The street I mean" you quickly corrected whilst trying to laugh it off.
Understanding what you meant, he gave you a small smile and nodded in approval.
"May I get your order?"
He asked for one slice of the strawberry cake in the shop window and a cup of coffee. You found yourself feeling relieved to hear such a soothing voice this late into your shift, wondering what he would sound like reading a story. When he finished his order, you turned to cut the cake and hastily make his cup of coffee behind the counter.
His eyes seemed to glimpse over your figure every now and then. You were the first person he'd had an actual conversation with whilst being here all summer. It was nice to know that not everyone found him completely unapproachable, regardless of his unique style and introverted aura. Perhaps people thought of him as one of those obnoxious spoilt children seen in movies. In any case, none of these factors seemed to deter you from indulging in casual conversation with him. With that thought in mind, he smiled gently whilst taking out his phone. He had recieved a missed call from one of his friends back home. With a slightly annoyed expression he tried his best to call them back, however the signal in the café wasn't that great.
There's probably better service outside
He got up, phone in hand, and walked without looking towards the exit.
That is until he felt something warm and wet sticking to his skin. His mind couldn't catch up all at once. There you were staring up at him, holding a now half empty cup of coffee in one hand and a plate. The strawberries of the cake splattered on the floor.
Unfortunately fate had decided that this would be the first time you both would make contact.
Once his brain registered what was going on, he leaned in pain, wincing at the burn of coffee on his chest.
Oh my god
How the fuck did that even happen?!
You could tell by the pained look on his face that you had messed up. Messed up big time.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"
A thought suddenly entered your mind. You quit your sorry excuse of an apology and guided him to the staff room, hoping there would be atleast one shirt left that he could change into before he got a third degree burn from your clumsiness.
He had no complaints, trying to take his mind off of the scorching sensation present on his front.
Who makes coffee this hot anyways?? There's no way I would've been able to drink that...
When you both got into the store room you placed him down carefully on a chair and rushed to find him a spare shirt and a wet towel to ease the pain. Somehow you were in luck as there was a shirt left. However when you picked it up you cringed internally. It was more so a tent than a shirt, not to mention the awfully childish logo at the front of the café.
Would he even allow himself to be seen in a shirt like this...?
No matter. There was no other choice and it was either this or walking home a soggy mess.
You handed him the shirt and the towel at once and watched his face drop into an even more helpless expression.
The exasperated look I gave him confirmed that there were no other options.
He let out a tired sigh and took it into one of the changing rooms with him. Whilst waiting you decided it would only be right to help him with the mess.
"Would it be okay if I washed your shirt for you?? I know that must be the least of your concerns right now and you're probably hoping to never see my face again but I can't allow myself to let you walk out here like that..."
He paused for a moment in the stall. His shirt had been thrown to the side whilst he pressed the wet towel to the burn and breathed in slowly.
You heard the sound of clothes rustling and saw something fly over the door.
"You can try your best, but I doubt It will make much of a difference"
You caught the shirt in your hands as you heard his words and realised why he had said them. It was a designer shirt you had stained, more so ruined. There was no way that brown tint was ever going to leave, even if you spent the rest of your life scrubbing it.
You looked down at it with a morbid face when another thought crossed your mind.
Does that mean he's rich? Would he sew me for damaging this? Nevermind that...he might sew me for burning him- what a fucking day..
Just as you thought your internal monologue would split your brain in half, a cough brought you back down to earth.
He saw the guilty expression on your face, no doubt worried that he would file a complaint. To be honest that thought didn't seem too crazy right now. I mean you did burn the man and had ruined his clothes, forcing him to wear that traumatic uniform. But something stopped him from doing it. Whatever the reason, he couldn't bring himself to be angry at you when he was the one who had carelessly walked without looking where he was going.
"Don't bother with that I've got another one at home"
Another?! He ownes multiple of these???
"How is your burn? If you don't mind me asking-"
He shook his hands as if to stop your worrying.
"Its fine I cleaned off the stickiness and it doesn't hurt anymore. Just a little sting"
"Are you sure? It was a pretty big stain..."
"I'm fine I promise. My only regret is not getting a chance to eat that cake"
You walk with him to the exit and say your final apologies. When he's out of sight you smack your hand to your face in embarrassment at the whole ordeal, and then get back to cleaning up.
----⏝᭨ི ྀ⏝ ᭨ི ྀ⏝ ᭨ི ྀ⏝.⏝᭨ི ྀ⏝----
Walking home that night you try to convince yourself that he'll be okay and you'll be able to forget about it eventually. You repeat these thoughts in your head as you try to sleep the guilt away.
Okay new day new me, nothing could possibly make this worse.
Once again you repeat this script in your head whilst getting dressed and running to the bus. Even when you walk through the gates of your new uni experience. Even when you walk into the busy first lecture of the semester and find a singular empty seat in the back row.
That is until, you turn your head to see the same furrowed brows and slightly pouting lips facing you, this time in an even more expensive looking outfit.
♡ ︎sypnosis: daisies will forever and always be boring; they were the former queen’s—your mother’s—favorite flower. however, now that it’s your turn to ascend the thrown, you can’t help that roses are your favorite; just like the blood-red ones embellished on prince ricky’s black suit on the night of your suitor’s ball. but don’t get caught up in the pretty scent and petals, because where there is beauty, there is thorns. ricky is the prince of an enemy nation—and your whole life he has been nothing but a pest. a really pretty one.
♡ ︎genre: royal au, fantasy/magical, fluff, angsty, prince!ricky, fem!reader, prince!hanbin side pairing, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, the dramaaa
♡ 7.0k word count (i’m not sorry)
♡ ︎warnings: cursing, mentions of readers father passing away, misogyny mentioned, kinda angsty and dramatic, playful threats, please let me know if you’d like me to add any!
♡ ︎nano note: i know this is long asf, but i am not even the slightest bit sorry. been thinking about prince ricky for the longest and i just had to quench my forbidden love needs. feedback and fangirling in the replies w/ me is greatly appreciated! xoxo
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“Look at you…so beautiful.” Your mother said, standing behind you as you sat on your bench in front of your vanity. She placed a lavish gold crown on your head carefully, using pins to secure its place.
You manage to shoot her a faint smile.
Your older sister had dropped off the face of the earth when you were teens, and now that you’re becoming of age, you were the only heir able to be crowned.
It felt bittersweet.
Never once in your life did you ever want the title. You grew up thinking it was always out of touch because of your place as second to the thrown. And you were fine with that. You grew with the mindset that it was never yours to begin with and let your sister take reign.
You’d sigh in relief when she would be pulled away from your play dates for classes on her duties as a future leader.
It was a so bittersweet.
When she left.
Still, you stared at yourself in the mirror with a bit of poise.
This was your moment and you took it on with a great sense of responsibility; wanting nothing more than to be the best leader to your people. You had many plans now that you had been crowned, but nothing could prepare you for today.
Descending from your mother; you were shockingly only the second queen to be crowned as of a couple days ago. The ceremony came and went so fast with everyone making a big deal out of it. This catapulted misogynistic hate back into the thoughts and mouths of other nations who were still coming around to the idea of women in power.
On the night of your 21st birthday, you were notified that your mother would be stepping down as Queen. Your father had passed away a few months ago and because of this, your nation was now unable to continue to keep peace between the neighboring nation your father was great friends with.
This nation was Sector Four and they never really liked your sector, Sector Nine, for how they ruled. Your father, who was from Sector Three, was just miraculously married to your mother and was the sole driving factor to both nations recoiling from the long history of wars and bickering.
As your mother described it, she was just excited to meet boys on the night she was to find a suitor. She did not realize when she met your fathers eyes that they belonged to none other than a friend of the enemy.
He was a godsend to your nation and the very reason your mother says she was able to face such widespread disrespect that was thrown at her for being the first Queen.
But this didn’t matter anymore. That peace and sense of tranquillity vanished the moment your father’s breath did.
Now that your father is gone, the hunger for power and the ratification of misogyny was trickling back—you were nothing to them; so long as you were your mothers child.
Regardless, life went on and the fact of the matter was that you were now Queen of a nation too and therefore had to meet a suitor.
Today would be that fateful day.
Yes, you heard that right.
Only a few days as leader and every nation in question were lining up for a piece of the power.
It was laughable.
Still, you gathered your thoughts and made yourself knowledgeable of what had to happen. Unlike your mother, you’d be prepared—this wasn’t some joyous event created for you to find a man, this was so much more than that.
“Alright, your tiara is secure.” Your mother said, meeting eyes with you in the mirror as she smoothed down the sleeves of your dress.
You let another soft smile grace your face as you started to stand.
“Thank you, Mother.” You say, albeit a bit shaky.
You didn’t want to be nervous, but the time ticking by was starting to get to you. It was already evening, the ball that your mother put in place being seconds away from starting.
“Don’t worry. So many people may be waiting for you in there, but they all have an agenda of their own. Try to have fun, okay Daisy?” Your mother said, calling you by the nickname she gave you as a child.
She’d always loved daisies.
They were alright in your opinion.
You’d always prefer roses.
“I know. I’ll be fine.” You say, half trying to convince her, half trying to convince yourself.
“Very well, I better get going now. I’ll meet you out there okay? Remember to smile and have fun, alright?” She says as she walks slowly towards the door.
You nod at her.
“Yes Mother, I’ll try my best.” You say, the words being comforting to you somehow. She smiles and sends a flying kiss your way. You chuckle and catch it, much to her happiness.
Once she’s out of sight, you allow yourself some time to think.
Maybe tonight won’t be too bad. If you don’t find a suitor, so what?
There was no hurry, and you were sure everyone present was definitely not there for love. Everything is always meticulously planned when it comes to royal affairs, and anyone can rule truly.
It was just your lucky turn, so you could play by your own rules.
After talking yourself up and out of your nervousness, you decide it’s go time.
You make your way into the large hallway, it’s festive flowers lining the balcony that oversaw the foyer.
Wow, they really went all out.
Just a few halls down was the dining hall, so not many people were around. As you rounded a column in order to go down the stairs that were around the corner, you were quickly drawn out of your thoughts as you quite literally came face to face with someone else.
It all went so fast, suddenly you were falling backwards, a person falling over you too.
“Oh!” You yelled out.
My dress! This shit was hard to put on!
“Oh my! My apologies miss, I-“ Says a young man as he quickly gathers himself.
You crouch up on your elbows, looking up to meet his eyes.
He looked cute.
His features looked like a dear caught in headlights. You didn’t even know what headlights were, and you weren’t sure how you got that saying. Anyways.
“I- Your Majesty?” He utters out, as he stumbles to his feet. He was endearing.
You just stare.
“Your Majesty I’m so sorry, I should have been more careful.” He states, slightly bowing his head and holding out his hand for you to take.
You do so, placing your hand gracefully in his, the strength of his arm pulling you to your feet.
“It’s alright, I didn’t see you as well.” You say.
He clears his throat as he gets a good look at you for the first time, head slightly bowed still.
“You may be at ease.” You chuckle.
His cheeks go pink, a smile making its way onto his face. The dimples on his cheek bones poked through, his eyes forming into crescents in possible embarrassment.
A guinea pig.
He looked like a cute guinea pig.
“Well then, I take it I’ll see you during the reception?” You say, already endeared by his charms.
He looks back at you in shock and places a hand over his heart before bowing again.
“Oh- of course! It will be a pleasure to see you again Your Majesty.” He gets out, taking another bow.
You chuckle.
“Very well, I hope to find out your name then too.” You say, bowing back and making your way down the stairs.
His bow never falters, and you’re sure when you’re far enough you hear him scold himself.
You laugh to yourself.
He was endearing.
And only for a moment does it distract you from your responsibilities.
Within seconds your smile falters and you regained your poise.
It was time to address your guests.
As you walked into the corridor and greeted a bunch of royal caretakers, you greet the Royal announcer as well, making him aware of your presence so that he can announce your entrance. Once he did, everyone scrambled to make sure you were ready, fixing things unnecessarily to make things perfect.
You just let it happen of course—your nerves were starting to get the best of you anyways.
Within a few seconds, you were announced and the velvety ceiling-length curtains were opened.
You walked into the ballroom and were greeted by bright lights and loud cheers. The lighting blinded you for a second, but you didn’t let that show in your expression.
Once you were able to adjust your eyes to the room, you saw several hundred people. Some were smiling, some were serious.
You saw your mother and teachers, happiness evident in their faces to see you be announced as Queen to everyone in attendance. Then you looked over to the other nations and the suitors who were present for you.
My, oh my.
There were so many.
You let out a quiet nervous sigh as you continued through the people and made your way to your seat for the dinner to commence. Before you could sit, there were a few young men who passed near your area and bowed your way, hoping to get an early introduction in.
You chuckled.
One bowed generously, throwing you a wide gummy smile. He must be way younger than you, you note. Just as you slightly bow in response, you see him make his way closer.
He bows again before speaking, “Your Majesty, might I just say, your portraits do not do you justice.” He says, gummy smile coming back as he towered over your seated frame.
He was tall and built, but nothing could stop you from seeing his boyish nature. You let out a chuckle before replying, “And your name?”
“Gunwook. Prince Park Gunwook from Sector Five.” He says, shooting you another sly smile.
You decide to let your chuckle out a little louder this time.
“Noted, Prince Gunwook.” You smiled.
He bowed once more and walked back to what you assume is his royal friends.
Before you could catch the gazes of anymore cute faces, a plate was placed on the gold charger in front of you and everyone in attendance watched as you lifted your gauntlet of still-too-bitter wine; signaling the start of the dinner.
It was only a few hours of wining and dining under the gaze of many suitors before the most nerve racking part of the night was to commence. The classical music changed its tempo to that of dancing music, people making their way to the ballroom dance floor.
Your nerves were starting to build as the melodies played through the hall.
Looking over to your mother, you saw her gesture for you to join the dance floor despite no one asking for your hand to dance yet.
You sighed anxiously and stood slowly to your feet, your ball gown shifting to follow along. As soon as you do this, you see many figures moving, almost on par with your own movements.
Here we go.
It was obvious that the race to ask you to dance was finally here; and boy you wished your corsets hadn’t been so tightly hoisted around you.
Who even dances right after desert?
Still, you hold your chin up high and walk towards the floor as gracefully and as unfazed as you can. It’s there where you meet eyes with him again.
He smiled, whiskers reappearing. Without thinking, you walk towards him—much to everyone’s surprise. He looks shocked as he quickly aknowledges you with a bow.
“Your majesty-“ He starts.
“Would you like to dance?” You speak, cutting him off.
His shock is only evident for a moment, before he smiles bigger and holds his hand out for you to take. You smile back, already comfortable within his grasp.
Once meeting the dance floor, he turns towards you, grasping your waist and holding your other hand in his. You place your hand on his shoulder, and get a good look at him.
Please don’t be from Sector Four. Please don’t be from Sector Four. Please don’t be from Sector Four.
“Your Majesty, thank you for approaching me first, I really am flattered.” He speaks respectfully as he leads you into the dance.
The many people in the room become nonexistent as you let him guide you.
“No need to thank me, you were the first familiar face I’d seen, so naturally I approached you.” You say, smiling shyly under his gaze.
His intentions seemed so straightforward in the way he looked at you. He had seemed entranced.
Dare you say, taken.
You decided to stare at his royal blue suit, the intensity of his gaze becoming too much.
He chuckles.
“My name is Prince Sung Hanbin, Sector Two. Please call me Hanbin, Your Highness.” He says.
This took you by surprise, so you looked up at him and re-evaluated his face.
Your mother’s best friend had a son named Hanbin, but you’d never gotten the chance to meet either of them since she was a Princess of a far away nation. Suddenly his features matched up with that of the paintings you’d seen of your mother and her closest friends when she was younger.
It all came together so seamlessly.
“Oh, so you’re thee Hanbin…” You say, staring him straight in the eyes.
This garner’s you a laugh.
“With all do respect your majesty, I think you’re the woman of the hour.” He says slyly, passing you a smile.
He was smooth.
A very respectful kind of smooth.
Just as you were going to respond, another voice chimes in.
“Pardon for the interruption, but may I have the next dance Your Majesty?” Says a handsome man, confidence seeping through his demeanor.
Hanbin stops leading you and lets go of your waist. As you turn, you meet his eyes.
Sharp and confident, just like his tone, he came off very striking. He was stunning.
If Hanbin was endearing and Gunwook was adorable, this one was gorgeous.
“If her majesty would like to, of course.” Hanbin says, you notice a little protectiveness hidden in his tone as he looks your way.
You smile up at him, barely able to take your eyes off of the new gentleman in front of you.
You notice how his red hanker-chief and red embellishments stand out compared to the rest of his solid black suit. It was all very eye-catching.
When you look back up at him, you were met with a slight smirk. He smiles down at himself for a second, a boyish look on display for only a moment in time.
This, too, takes you by surprise.
You gather yourself as Hanbin clears his throat. You were probably being watched by so many people right now. You can’t help but take note of the evergrowing tension that was starting to cement amongst you three.
“My apologies,” You say, “I’ll be alright Prince Hanbin. Thank you for your time.” You finish, shooting him a smile of gratitude.
He reciprocates it kindly and bows, then passes your hand to the man in front of you.
You take a moment to look him up and down.
Why couldn’t you? You were the Queen for crying out loud.
As you grasped his hand, his other hand goes for your waist quite smoothly. When you place your hand on his shoulder, you hear a chuckle. Your eyebrows raise at this.
“Why do you laugh?” You ask, and you can’t help that your gaurd goes up.
Maybe it was time to go back to being skillfully observant and professional—because this one made you feel uneasy.
“I’m sorry Your Majesty, I wasn’t expecting your gaze.” He says, pulling you a little closer by the waist and staring down at you as he starts to lead you on the dance floor.
You note the vibrado in his tone this time, your heart doing something weird in the process. You also felt your face getting hot.
Why is it scorching in here?
“Pardon?” You say, trying to not drop into the floor.
He chuckles again as he stares down at you once more, “Nevermind that, Your Majesty. How are you feeling?” He asks.
This takes you by surprise—yet gratitude fills your heart at the fact that he even cared to ask.
“It depends. Which answer would you like to hear? The decent one….” You look up at him, meeting his playfull eyes.
“…or the truth?” You finish.
You see a glint in his eyes right before he spins you around, and when you meet again, his eyes find yours effortlessly.
“Whichever you’re willing to share, but I’d rather hear the truth.” He affirms, his serious and chic look taking reign again. You contemplate answering him altogether.
“Very well. But before I do, what’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking….” You stall.
“Apologies, Your Majesty. Prince Ricky.” He states, holding up your hand that was in his grasp and placing a kiss on your knuckles that were covered by your satin gloves.
Your breath gets caught in your throat at his actions, and you have to run what he says back in your mind over and over for you to even process his name.
“…It’s a pleasure to meet you…” You start, staring into his eyes as he continues making eye contact through the gesture.
You didn’t know from whomst he learned to be so smooth from, but you definitely wanted to meet them and say thank you.
He was sly like a feline.
“The pleasures all mine.” He responds and continues to guide you as the music plays.
Finally you decide to give him an answer to his earlier question.
“Truthfully, this is all planned and feels nerve-racking.” You state, deciding to stare at some people around you as you danced, getting a little too worked up by the young man’s continuous gaze.
“I can understand your majesty. Truthfully, are you even serious about finding someone tonight?” He asks a little daringly.
You roll your eyes playfully as he spun you once again, hoping you were moving too fast for others—your mother—to notice.
Ricky was making your graceful facade crumble right from beneath you, and it was something you thought you’d never let happen—let alone at the hands of someone you met a couple minutes ago.
“Truthfully?” You start, and he nods in response.
“Truthfully, yes. I need to do this for my nation.” You say, the conversation turning a bit more serious, your smile faltering.
You were starting to remember your responsibilities.
Right.
You had so much to uphold.
Ricky notices this—the change in mood.
He sighs and looks around as well, contemplating his response before he speaks.
“I can understand the heavy weight you must be carrying on your shoulders Your Majesty….” He mumbles.
Then he leans in, pulling you close so he can whisper in your ear.
“…but for now can we just be people?” He asks.
You feel your heart sink.
When he pulls away, you are met with a genuine look on his face. He smiles and looks down, a piece of his wavy blonde hair falling into his eyes. You go to move it out of his face, but just as you do, someone interrupts.
“May I have the next dance your majesty? Apologies for the disturbance-“ Someone starts, but before they can finish, a man who looks strikingly similar to Ricky steps up.
“Prince Quanrui, your mother is waiting.” He speaks, gaining Ricky’s attention.
Prince Quanrui?
You feel like the world starts spinning.
Prince Quanri.
No.
No…
NO!
“-Your Majesty!!” Your bestfriend and head-maid, Juni, exclaims, pulling you from out of your slumber, forcing you to sit up in your bed.
“Huh?!” You shoot up, chest heaving as you try to take in the feelings left behind from the dream you had just lived through.
“You wench, I’ve been yelling at you! You were starting to scare me!” Juni says, sending you a side eye as she gets up in an attempt to act irritated
All you can do is sigh in relief.
The people in your dreams resembled the same people in real life, but everything felt wrong.
Quanrui, or Ricky, had been the Prince of the neighboring nation that despises your mother, that much was true—but he was nothing like the boy you’d just interacted with in your dream just now.
From the moment you had met him as a child, he was insufferable. He’d always made fun of you and you always found yourself in constant arguments with him.
Tonight would be your suitor’s ball, but you were hoping it would go nothing like your dreams. You couldn’t even understand how you were able to dream of Ricky or see him in that light.
Yes, he was handsome, but that was besides the point.
“I’m sorry Juni, I was having a nightmare.” You say, gathering yourself and getting up from your bed.
It was time to start getting ready.
“A nightmare? ‘Oh- Prince Quanruiiii~ Oh! Do you want the truth Prince Quanrui??~’” Juni mocked as she pranced around your room with an embellished fan, obnoxiously fanning herself.
Your face went warm within seconds.
“Silence! Or I’ll make sure you’ll be serving Prince Yujin rather than Prince Jiwoong’s table tonight.” You say, daggers in your eyes being thrown her way.
Prince Yujin was your younger kid cousin, whilst Prince Jiwoong was a newly appointed royal over in Sector Eight, the latter being known for capturing the hearts of maidens across many lands.
To this, she pipes down like a startled cat, walking out of the room to do god knows what.
This leaves you alone in your room to get ready for the night—as well as all alone to your thoughts.
You sigh as you look yourself in the mirror after your bath. You brush through your hair, anxiousness coursing through your mind.
When your mother comes in and stands behind you to help you with your tiara just like you knew you’d seen before, you feel shivers go down your spine.
“Is everything alright?” She spoke with grace, making eye contact with you through the mirror.
You nod.
“Don’t worry…So many people may be waiting for you in there, but they all have an agenda of their own. Try to have fun, okay Daisy?” Your mother says, calling you once again by the nickname she gave you as a child.
Your face went pale, blood running cold at this statment.
You’d always prefer roses.
Still, she continued on like a broken record.
-
After getting ready and talking yourself through your possible insanity, you meticulously decide to take another route to the reception hall—this meant taking the long way through the castle in order to get there.
Just as you round a corner very carefully, a voice takes you by surprise.
“What are you doing?” A deep voice chimes in from behind.
You jump, immediately turning around to meet sharp and playful eyes. As soon as you see him, you deadpan, automatically irritated that he graced you with his presence.
“What are you doing following me?” You stammer back harshly, immediately turning your back on him and continuing on your way. He reaches out for you and grasps your hair as you run along, letting it pass through his fingers.
“Your hair has grown longer.” He states, a smile on his face as you turn to give him a weird look.
He just chuckles and catches up to you.
“Why are you speaking to me informally, put some respect on my name.” You state, walking faster to hopefully get some distance between you two.
“Oh I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” he starts, but before you can look his way, he spins you towards him and stares down at you.
You couldn’t read him really, but you knew he was probably doing this to embarrass you.
He did this to every lady.
You were sure.
“You look stunning tonight.” He states, brushing a stray part of your hair away from your forehead.
He watches as your face turns warm in color whilst doing everything in your power to try and avoid eye contact.
“Watch your trinkets Prince Ricky, I’ll make sure you go barren.” You say.
He quickly retaliates, immediately moving away—a wide-eyed smile playing on his face.
“Your Majesty, don’t speak that way. You don’t want your suitors to know you’re already thinking of me and children in your life.” He states, quickly sprinting off knowing you would resort to violence at his comment.
You catch his wide smile as he saunters off.
You were so tired of him.
-
With a fast heart beat, you ready yourself to take on the crowd for what felt like the second time today. You tried your best to get the events that just played out, out of your head; trying to convince yourself that your responsibilities and duties as a Queen were of the utmost importance. When the curtains open and your full name is announced, the same scenery you had dreamt of had come to life.
Your mom smiled the same way.
Your teachers did too.
The suitors all scurried to try and approach you just like you had seen before.
You walked over and sat in the same seat.
And there he was, that gummy smile introducing himself all over again.
It was unnerving this time.
The only thing that differed from your dream was the run in with the boy named Hanbin earlier within the day.
Instead, Ricky took his place. In a way, this excited you. Maybe what was to play out was that Hanbin would take Ricky’s spot too.
You smiled to yourself, the sound of music ringing throughout the hall as the strings and flutes played. This time, you didn’t need to search in your mothers eyes for what you should do next. You stand up, dress trailing in your wake.
You feel the room watching your every move. As you step out into the free open space on the dance floor, your eyes searching for him.
If everything play’s out like it did in the dream with only a few substitutions, it should all work out in your favor.
You turn gracefully, finding him on one side of the room. As soon as you see him and you make eye contact, he smiles, albeit a bit shocked.
Alright, you got this.
You take a step in his direction.
Then another.
And even when you see people make their way towards you, you continue towards him.
As you grow closer, his smile drops.
And when you stand in front of him, he stares you down, more serious than you had ever seen him.
“Would you like to dance?” You ask.
He looks around, fake smile on display to try and play off what was currently going down.
“Your Majesty, what are you doing?” He mutters, holding his hand out for you to place yours in.
“Just follow my lead.” You whisper as he bows before looking back up at you.
He takes your hand in his and pulls it towards his lips, taking you completely by surprise.
“You know they won’t like this.” He states, but gives you a smile contrary to his words.
He leads you out to the dance floor.
“I know,” You start, “…but I’m not doing this for you. Or them.” You say, making eye contact again with Ricky, his hand finding it’s way to your waist.
He chuckles at this, his smile reaching his striking eyes as he looks everywhere but at you, probably trying to sell the narrative that you two were having a decent conversation.
You two had always been around each other growing up, sworn enemies by the nations you both belonged to. It was just how it worked out, so you weren’t sure if anyone in the crowd was buying this.
“You sure? I see the way your cheeks go rosy when I tease you.” He speaks, looking back down to you.
This was the one time you recognize his height, because even though he’d tease you, you’d never stayed this close long enough to realize how his frame made you look almost sickly.
“I feel so sorry for you Prince Ricky. You’re so delusional, you don’t even realize how much you’ve rotted your looks away due to your own selfishness.” You mutter, starting to look around for the guinea pig who should be saving you at any moment from this hell.
If everything went to plan, the whiskered boy would take Ricky’s place and you’d dance the night away in contrary to how your dream turned out.
If everything went to plan.
“Oh, so you admit your attraction. I hate to break it to you Your Majesty, but I am not looking to be courted.” He says smugly, finally looking at you, mischief hidden in his eyes as his smile fades. It was almost a serious look.
You scoff at his words nonetheless.
“Say what you want. I know what I’m here for.” You say, continuing to look around.
Where are you?
Ricky notices this and starts to look around as well.
“Who are you searching for? You’re missing the whole reason you asked me to dance.” He says, half teasing, half confused.
You roll your eyes, but continue to search through the crowd.
“Right. Because i so badly wanted to dance with you.” You say, your tone contradicting your words.
Before you could hear out his next words, you were pulled closer by the waist. Your attention snaps to Ricky, meeting his eyes for the ninth time that day.
This time, he definitely looked serious.
A little too serious.
Despite this, you couldn’t look away. You take in the way his eyes look back and forth between each of your own. Without realizing your line of sight trails down to the swoop of his nose, and you see the way his cheeks smooth down to his sharp jaw. You didn’t even want to glance at the wording on the side of his neck. He was breathtaking—so long as he kept his mouth shut.
He looked just like the woman who hated your mothers guts.
When you trail to his lips, you see them upturn slowly. And just like that, you’re brought back to reality.
“Your Majesty-“ A voice chimes in, interrupting the moment.
You quickly snap your neck toward the voice.
Much to your dismay, it was a woman.
“Pardon Your Royal Highness, but may I steal Prince Quanrui for a dance?” She utters, smiling your way with innocence.
You hated that she too had whiskers.
You took in the way her yellow dress contradicted your red one; tailored to match her every inch, including her eye smile.
She was gorgeous.
And when you glance back at Ricky, that pretty entrancing look is gone from his eyes.
And he wasn’t Ricky.
He was Prince Quanrui.
“Ah- If I’m not interrupting anything, that is.” The girl states as she bows your way shyly.
You clear your throat and let go of Ricky’s shoulder, turning to reciprocate her bow.
“Of course. I don’t mind.” You say.
But you do.
You gave Ricky one last look, taking in the way his wavy blonde hair fell into his eyes. Naturally, his suit catches your eye again too; the pretty red roses looking a little different this time.
Roses had always been your favorite.
You send him a faint smile before you face the crowd again. It was an embarrassment that another suitor had taken away your current dance partner away. This was your suitors ball after all, but in that moment you couldn’t have cared less.
Guinea pig wasn’t here.
He didn’t ask you to dance.
Your dream was wrong, and he didn’t exist.
You walked back towards your seat, hoping to get a little rest after dancing for so long.
Despite how you were feeling, you kept your poise and grace as you went. Anyone watching would have thought you weren’t phased.
Everyone but your mother.
She met you back at your seat, brushing off suitors who were approaching you to dance in her wake.
“Are you alright, My Dear?” She asks, sitting down next to you whilst taking a sip of her drink.
You smile her way.
“Yes.”
“His eyes.” She mutters.
You stare at her in confusion.
“Your father got in the habit of gazing at me like that.” She finishes.
Within another minute, she was up and off, but not without leaving you with one last statment.
“Roses also deserve to be picked, regardless of their thorns.” She whispers, just enough for only you to hear, then you are once again left all alone to the maze that is your mind.
You look over to him.
He danced with this fake smile, his flirty eyes contrary to how lightly he grasped the young ladies waist.
It was all the confirmation you needed.
You knew he’d loved you your whole childhood.
You just knew.
Without thinking, you make your way across the ballroom floor.
Nothing could stop you.
No one.
“Your Highness?” A voice chimes up, trying to stop you on your way towards your destiny. You stop, but your eyes are still fixated on Ricky.
“Yes?” You say awkwardly, not even looking their way.
“Hello,” they bow, and you’re barely able to see their figure out of your peripheral vision, sight still set on one of the few blondes in the room.
“Uh- I’m a Prince from Sector Two, and I couldn’t help but-“ He notices your averted attention.
“-I couldn’t help but be in awe of-“ He follows your gaze.
Oh.
You finally take a moment to look towards the owner of the voice tripping over their words. You are met with a shy young man, smiling down in defeat, dimpled lines on the apples of his cheeks.
Him.
“I’m, sorry.” He says before he clears his throat to speak again.
“I couldn’t help but be in awe of your beauty, and it seems I know why.” He finishes. He finally looks you in the eyes.
Sung Hanbin, Sector Two.
“You have eyes I long for, but I see they burn for something else.” He finishes saying, a heartbreakingly respectful but sad smile gracing his face.
You just stare back in awe.
“Have a wonderful night, Your Majesty.” He says, defeat running rampant in his pretty eyes.
“I wish you happiness and health in abundance; truly.” He lets out, bowing before sending you one last smile.
He’s real.
You’re taken aback for a moment as you watch his figure fade back into the crowd, but then you remember the fire that was lit inside you before this interaction.
Right.
Whiskers was sadly the last of your worries right now, and the next thing that happens just confirms this.
When you turn back around, you meet eyes with him.
This time, he’s closer than you’d thought he’d be and you almost bump into his chest as a whole. With a few swift movements his hand finds your elbow, helping to steady you.
You can feel the warmth from him seep onto you—or maybe it was coming from you?
“There you are. I thought pretty boy might have entranced you.” He states, shooting a look in the direction whiskers had left. He over fixates on that area but you continue to look up at him and stare, taking him in all over again.
When he looks back down at you, the glint in his eyes change.
Ricky.
“Prince Quanrui.” You utter out.
His eyes turn blank.
You chuckle.
“Ricky?” You question, searching his eyes for change.
His eyebrows frown, and he tilts his head at you with his hands still placed on your elbow, but there’s that spark of life that’s ignited after you call him by his nickname.
“Yes, Your Majesty?” He questions, completely confused.
You smile up at him genuinely.
You’re not sure if you’ve ever regarded him as adorable before, but what was cute if not him right now?
“I really love daisies, did you know?” You ask, taking him in for all that he is, not caring if you two were stood standing in the middle of the banquet.
He speaks up quickly after registering your words, leaving no time or space to ponder them, “Nonsense, roses are your favorite—especially the red ones. Who are you and what did you do with the Queen?” He asks playfully, letting go of your arm and looking around like the playfull person he always was.
You stare at him, probably smiling like an idiot. He just waits for your response but when it never comes, he looks down at you in confusion.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” He finally decides to ask once his eyes land on yours.
“Ricky, I know you’re in love with me.” You state plainly.
His heart drops and you can see the warmth leave his face. He scoffs ironically, and looks around anxiously whilst he dusts himself off.
“Wow, that’s a good one, Your Highness. You’re really getting good at that-“ He starts, but before he can finish his fluster of a comeback, you grab him by the collar and pull him close.
It wasn’t close enough for your faces to be touching, but now your faces were closer than they’d ever been before. You can hear his breath get caught in his throat, and you watch as he gulps in order to cope with what was happening.
You smirk, looking into his eyes.
You were definitely starting to feel the power of a Queen alright.
“Ricky, I’m going to walk away. And when I do, I will continue to walk and never look back.” You whisper as you study him.
You watch as his eyes looked down to your lips and back up.
Precisely.
However, before you could even pull away, you are yanked forward as he brings his lips next to your ear.
“Let’s say you are correct; I am madly in love with you,” He starts out as a whisper, “…are you willing to deal with the repercussions?”
His tone is playful, and you can hear the smile in his words. He was definitely acknowledging the fact that you two had already been acting so inappropriately infront of all your guests—yet he did not care and was waiting for your permission to proceed.
Waiting for you to acknowledge him fully for what he was.
The sworn enemy who was supposed to hate your guts.
You smirk as you pull away.
“Rules and repercussions are for the people; I am your Queen.” You state boldly, a smile radiating onto your face.
He smiles too, your words garnering a laugh as he pulls away and slightly throws his head back in amusement.
He was really something.
When he leans back towards your face in an effort to keep the conversation between just the two of you, your heart to ascends into your throat.
“Y/n, are you serious?” He asks as he searches in each of your eyes for any sign of regret or even a glint of mischief. He really hoped this wasn’t a joke despite your two’s very playful attitudes.
You watch him, knowing that deep down this is all you’ve ever wanted. Then you send him a smile; and it’s all the confirmation he needs.
Within seconds he pulls you in, placing his pretty lips onto yours.
Finally.
Even the gasps you could hear from around you couldn’t tear you out of the moment you were having.
He was delicate with you; moving his lips on yours like you’d wither from beneath him. His hand that now held your waist inched you closer and closer; it was as if the act you two were in the middle of still wasn’t close enough for him.
When you finally pull away, he places one last kiss on your lips, before he stares down at them. A grin makes it’s way onto his face before he’s looking around at the people in the room without ever meeting your eyes.
He ignores the angry looks on his people’s face, deciding to shoot them the most dazzling smile you’ve ever seen as he focuses back in on you.
“I knew the dream potion would work, maybe meeting you through your dreams wasn’t a bad idea.” He mutters, grasping your hand and pulling you back in and close to him.
Your expression falls as your eyes go wide.
“What did you say?” You ask, half trying to process his words, half going to lose your mind if you heard him correctly.
He freezes and stares down at you like a dear caught in headlights.
Once again, you don’t know why that imagery popped in your head, but alas.
“It’s nothing, Your Majesty. May i have this dance?” He asks cheekily, not knowing if he should continue to play it off or make a run for it. He was always so playful and mischievous.
He was always so…himself.
He was always Ricky.
And you liked every bit of him unfortunately.
He was your favorite.
“Going once…Going twice…” He lets out playfully, holding his hand out closer towards you to take. You do so gracefully, a smile now making its way back onto your face.
When he leads you to the center of the dance floor, he pulls you close and urges you to rest your head near his heart. The music plays on and you could feel everyone’s eyes on you two in disbelief—but it did not matter.
This was your favorite place to be.
“Did you know I actually prefer daisies?” Ricky speaks out of nowhere, his soothing tone cutting through the music that played throughout the hall as you lifted your head and searched his eyes.
There it was again.
That pretty cat-eye gaze of his; fixated only on you.
shen quanrui, also known as ricky, is one of the top students at shs and the heir to his parent's company. originally born in china, he moved to korea at a young age for business. he is liked by many, especially girls, although he doesn't pay them much attention. he is a fairly quiet person in public, only showing his personality to his two childhood bestfriends.
kim gyuvin is ricky's lifetime bestfriend, being with him since they were both in the womb since their parents knew eachother. although gyuvin can get on his nerves sometimes, he has become someone that ricky can rely on. gyuvin just started working at a café with y/n and is on the shs hockey team.
park gunwook is the senior president of shs and the school's debate club. he first met ricky and gyuvin in kindergarten and have been attached at the hip since. alongside y/n, he volunteers at a homeless shelter and also visits nursing homes whenever he has a chance.
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ synopsis | ricky had never gotten the real chance of falling in love. it was the most perfect unperfect time for love yet ; he just never felt that spark with anyone nor did he have the chance to. that was until one rainy day when ricky stood at the school entrance with no way home. the moment he laid his eyes on y/n, things changed.
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bf!leehan, who is so observant when it comes to you and your emotional needs. he’s always there for you when you need him, and can always tell when something isn’t right. it can sometimes catch you off guard with the way he’s learned to read you, but it’s become one of the many ways he makes you feel loved. he can see through even the thickest of your masks, and it makes you treasure him even more because he can see you in a way that most people can’t.
bf!leehan, who is the best at listening because he’s invested and nonjudgmental as well as really focused on your needs in the moment. he’ll let you talk forever if that’s what you need and it’s so endearing because he’ll watch you with the most engaged puppy dog eyes, paying attention to everything you said. he’s one of those people where when you talk to him you actually feel genuinely heard and not just listened to, he makes you feel seen and valued. he radiates quality time energy, so this is also be super beneficial in the sense that it satisfies that social part of him as well as his need to spend quality time with his lover. talking things out with him is genuinely just all around beneficial to your relationship because you both feel loved through it.
bf!leehan, who is so easy to love because of how laid back and calm he is. he has that silly/goofy side to him, but at the same time he’s quite calm, which causes him to be such a safe haven for you. when things get hard and stressful, he’s right there waiting for you with open arms. he’s reliable in the way that when it feels like everything in your life is falling apart, he isn’t and he’s by your side through everything. he makes things a lot more bearable through the hardest of seasons.
bf!leehan, who loves doing skin care with you. by the time you’re well into your relationship, you’re practically a beauty guru with the way he’s taught you everything. he makes sure you do it every night, even when you’re tired. you always opt to do with him so it’s not as tedious or boring. you two share products and he loves doing masks with you. you get into the routine of doing a face mask at least once a week as a way to bond, while also taking care of your skin! he’s so cute in the way he’ll look out for new products and share new tips he learns. overall, the cutest self care bf ever!
bf!leehan, who turns into a completely different person when you agree to go look at fish with him. if you initiate an aquarium date, he’ll literally look at you with the biggest heart eyes ever. you go to the aquarium at least once a month (sometimes different ones too to explore and see more fishies) and it almost becomes like a regular date you two have. you love going with him, even if you’re not the biggest fish enthusiast like your boyfriend. you love it because he gets so excited, it’s such a simple thing that makes him light up, which makes your heart happy just like his in those moments. you two really thrive off making the other feel happy, comfortable, and cared for in your relationship.
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author’s note: this was requested by a sweet anonie so i hope you all enjoy! i cried on the inside while writing this tbh because i am madly in love with him… we’re not getting into it so BYE! have a great day/night!!
sung hanbin 𐙚 enter shocked hanbin face here. he genuinely gets concerned if you wipe off his kiss; did he say something wrong? did he forget an important date? did he unknowingly hurt your feelings somehow? however, hanbin isn't the most assertive person, he wouldn't bring it up immediately. instead, he allows the moment to replay in his mind for the rest of the day, overanalyzing what happened. he's sort of scared of what happens when he confronts you, what if he comes off as dramatic when in reality it was unknowingly done by you, or rather, what if you reveal that you no longer harbor the same feelings that he feels for you? he ends up cautiously asking to talk to you about it right before bed, his voice soft and weary. and you end up feeling horrible for what was supposed to be a teasing simple prank… just kiss his cheek and reassure him, it's all he needs in this moment.
kim jiwoong 𐙚 "did you just wipe off my kiss?" he stares at you like he can't believe his eyes, the love of his life, his precious love wiped off his sweet peck that he left on their lips??? on the contrary to hanbin, i feel like jiwoong would know it was a prank with just a glance at your expression. he knows your poker face well, and the slight curve of your lips gives a slight hint of your real intentions. his next move is one you weren’t exactly expecting either, he pulls the sass card on you. he turns his head and lets out a small "humph!" while avoiding eye contact with you. on top of that, his entire body is turned away from you as you both sit on the couch, the drama you were both watching still playing in the background. "jiwoong~ it was just a prank." expect an even louder "humph!" in response. but he still has a soft spot for you nonetheless, so when you lean over to leave a small his on his cheek as an unspoken apology he melts so fast it's crazy. he's so in love with you and will request ten times the usual amount of kisses per day as payback for your "hurtful joke" (he just wants to kiss you more).
zhang hao 𐙚 oh, you're not getting out of this one easily. hao thinks the absolute audacity you must have is almost amusing! the way you effortlessly ignore your perfect boyfriend's love for you without any thoughts of consequence leaves him flabbergasted. his jaw drops so quickly and he immediately quips you with "so you don't love me anymore, huh?" with the sassiest tone you can imagine. you just sit there stunned because you never said that??? can and will give you the quiet treatment, he does not care! you will have to end up buying his favorite meal, getting him flowers, and professing your undying love for him so he will forgive you. after all, he deserves his princess treatment.
seok matthew 𐙚 did you really think he wouldn't notice you wiping off his kisses? he may have brushed it off the first few times but after you do it for the third time, you're not getting away with it! he'll pull you closer with his arms snaking around your waist, his smile holding a tinge of a smirk in it, "why are you wiping off my kisses, hmm?" your stomach turns beneath his gaze, the way his eyes are narrowed slightly, his hair perfectly falling into place and his teasing tone making your previous confidence shatter in a heartbeat. "what are you talking about…" you replied, trying to keep up your cool composure but ultimately failing as one of his hands reached up to caress your cheek. "don't tease me~" he mumbles before leaning in to give you a sweet kiss, making sure you don't wipe it off this time. afterward, he starts whining about how you shouldn't do things like that in the future with a cute pout on his lips. the duality of a man is crazy.
kim taerae 𐙚 i feel like with taerae you would do it accidentally, not noticing until his jaw drops as he lets out an amused scoff, eyes wide and practically burning holes into your head. "did you just wipe off my precious kiss? i see how it is." you giggle and playfully hit his shoulder at his expression, his pursed lips, and the way he's avoiding eye contact with you making the situation almost endearing. "taerae, i swear i didn't mean to!" "no it's okay i get it, you just don't want me to kiss you anymore that's fine," oh he's so dramatic. he will continue rambling until you finally press a peck on his lips to shut him up! and best believe he folds so fast, his words are nothing but empty threats i assure you.
shen ricky 𐙚 he gives you an expression you rarely see on him. to be honest, he almost seems offended by your action. his eyebrows are scrunched together and his lips are twinged downwards into a somewhat pout. "why did you wipe off my kiss?" your eyes quickly widen at his tone, as your head snaps over to see his expression. he sounds and looks exactly like a cat that's been kicked out of the house, abandoned, and then drenched due to a rainstorm. "ricky, i'm sorry! it's not because of you it's just your chapstick…" his head tilts sideways a bit as he blinks his eyes slowly processing the information, "you don't like coconut?" you smile guiltily at him, "not really… i'm sorry, ricky. i swear i didn't even notice i wiped it off— i must've done it subconsciously due to the flavor." he exhales quietly in relief, "you should've told me." best believe ricky will never wear that chapstick again, in fact, he threw it away right after the conversation ended.
kim gyuvin 𐙚 the definition of stunned. in fact, when you pull up the vocabulary in a dictionary for the word, you're sure that you could find a picture of his current expression there. "did you just—?!" it is so hard to hide your smile when he's quite literally looking at you like a deer in headlights. "why did you wipe off my kiss?" he grabs your face with his hands before leaning in to pepper your face with kisses, not leaving a single spot unloved. he won't stop until you finally kiss him back without wiping it off.
park gunwook 𐙚 he freezes for a second and looks at you, analyzing you for any sort of intent behind your actions. "i'll see you tonight, love!" you exclaimed as you waited for gunwook to leave for his busy day of practicing, the prank leaving your smile even brighter due to his reaction. "y/n, did you mean to do that?" your smile grows larger as you let out a quiet, "mean to do what…?" his eyes lighten as the realization sets in, your intentions finally clear to him. he laughs as he engulfs your body with his own, seemingly innocently hugging you. however, when your guard is down, he brings his hands up to tickle your sides, "did you seriously think you'd get away with that? i'm not leaving until i get my kiss~!" he might be a bit late for practice, but he doesn't care. you're much more important.
han yujin 𐙚 he just stares at you blankly as he blinks, did he see that right? he probably tries to rationalize it in his head before moving on and ignoring it. he only starts to think that it's intentional when he notices you do it the next time and the time after that. he ends up going to gyuvin and finding out that it was a trend to prank your s/o for their reaction. expect him to do it the next week after you completely forget about it! he'll just smile at your shocked reaction too, he knows exactly what he's doing.
💭 THIS TOOK ME TOO LONG SOBBING RN. i love them sm though theyre so :(((( happy late birthday to the love of my life gunwook !!!!!!! i adore him sm
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ synopsis | ricky had never gotten the real chance of falling in love. it was the most perfect unperfect time for love yet ; he just never felt that spark with anyone nor did he have the chance to. that was until one rainy day when ricky stood at the school entrance with no way home. the moment he laid his eyes on y/n, things changed.
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ genre | smau, acquaintances to lovers, moon & sun, love at first sight, coming of age, romance-comedy, slight angst, sorta slow burn.
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ warnings | kys/kms jokes, horrible humor, family problems, swearing, dark humor
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₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ meet the characters
hopeless romantics
academic weapons type shit
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000. prologue : the first look
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