we went from calling the potential boys planet group "bep1er" to calling the potential boys 2 planet group "zerobasetwo" and it's so fucking funny to me
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pronouns: n/a; none used
warnings: none really? maybe the tiniest bit of angst... fluff... and i used the word d*ck once, my bad
also you can pretend they're in college or high school, doesn't really matter
summary: prepschool!ricky/richboy!ricky just can't get scholarshipkid!reader to go out with him no matter how many helicopters he lands in the school courtyard
~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~
guys... whoah... rich-boy-with-a-soft-side ricky just kind of hits different? i must say i outdid myself with this one so please, please, please enjoy :)
Ricky has been trying to convince you to go on a date with him for two weeks now.
The first time he asked you was after Chemistry one afternoon. You had been assigned as lab partners at the beginning of the semester and shared a desk during class every Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 1:10 to 2:40 P.M.
At first, you'd found it kind of difficult to relate to Ricky. His dad was a CEO at some big tech company and he didn't really let anyone forget it. Always flaunting his designer watch with the newest phone model in hand, entire classes full of students couldn't help but fall for him as he draped his Louis Vuitton jacket casually over one shoulder.
But you were just "the scholarship kid". A humble upbringing and a borderline genius IQ, attending this prep academy was an opportunity you and your family could never have turned down.
Working on labs with Ricky wasn't difficult-- mainly because he let you do all the work while he listened to music and played on his phone. But if you were being honest, you didn't really mind. You enjoyed working on the labs at your own (fast) pace and you didn't have to worry about a lab partner messing up your data.
You never disliked Ricky. But you also could never really figure out what to say to him when he talked so expensive and acted so expensive...
And looked so expensive.
But after a few weeks of silent lab work together (and a handful of flunked quizzes returned to Ricky's desk), the tall blonde suddenly turned to you with his latest graded test in hand.
"What did you get?" He asked, eyes peering over to try to get a glimpse at your paper.
"Oh, um..." You placed it flat on the table.
His eyes widened in surprise. "105? Again!?"
"What do you mean 'again'? How do you know that?" You questioned, looking back at him suspiciously.
He completely ignored your question. "There wasn't even a bonus question on this one! Where did the extra points come from?"
"The mini-essay I submitted last night on chemical kinetics."
He stared at you for a moment. "You're kind of weird, you know that?"
You nodded. "I guess you would think that."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned, dark eyebrows furrowing.
"Do you want me to help you or not? I would think calling me weird wouldn't really help persuade me," you quipped, snatching his test from his hand and reading the grade circled in red pen: 63.
"Hey! Don't--," he protested, trying to steal the paper back to no avail as you slid it into your bag and zipped it closed. "I didn't even ask you for help yet."
"You were obviously going to. You've barely said one word to me in four weeks, so. I'm pretty sure you weren't just making friendly conversation."
Ricky blinked back at you silently for a moment. "It's not like you've said anything to me either."
"I'll look over your test to see what you need to improve on. Do you have the rest of the quizzes from this month with you?" You asked quickly, standing up from your seat and slinging your bag over your shoulder as the bell rang.
"Uh, no I don't," he admitted, not making any move to get up now that class had ended.
"Okay, well--."
"But I'll bring them tonight. To the library," he interrupted.
You stood there silently, not really sure what to say.
"Be there at 9," he said definitively, a grin suddenly spreading across his face as he stood up, grabbed his bag, and started walking towards the door.
"You--... Do you think I don't have a life or something? I... What if I had plans!?"
"You did not have plans," he said with a laugh. Just before he walked out the door, he turned over his shoulder to add, "But now you do. With me."
~
It was like that, how you started tutoring Ricky late nights at the library. You met after 9 P.M. the days that you had class together, going over the material you'd covered that afternoon. He was a surprisingly passable student and you started to wonder if failing his classes was somehow intentional. He started offering to help you with lab work as the weeks went on, messing up detrimentally only a handful of times but you did appreciate his effort if nothing else.
Your tutoring was definitely helping; Ricky's quizzes came back now with passing grades that had even once reached the height of a 91. But what you didn't want Ricky to know was that he was helping you, too.
He had been right that day: you hadn't had any plans that night. And you rarely did. It was hard to fit in with the other students at your school when they had all led such different lives than you. You could have never guessed in a million years that Ricky would eventually become something like your friend.
Ricky made you laugh. He sharpened your pencils for you. He brought you snacks you liked. He'd let you borrow his Nintendo Switch for the day, as long as you promised to give it back to him in class. You hated to admit it, but a few weeks into your tutoring sessions and there was much less studying going on than was originally intended.
And another thing you hated (not really) to admit: you liked Ricky.
Sure, he could be a little overconfident. A little braggadocios. A little too reliant on his daddy's money.
But late at night in the library, you both grew tired together and the sleep deprivation gave way to a much more vulnerable Ricky. He'd tell you about his family, his childhood, his favorite things, his troubles, his dreams... and he'd listen carefully to you when you shared yours, too.
One time, after sharing a surprisingly upsetting childhood memory involving his father, you could see Ricky's eyes start to water. He tried to brush it off, adjusting his watch as the walls of the persona began to build back up in defense. But before you could stop yourself, your hand had reached across the table and landed on top of his.
He stared at it for awhile before looking up to meet your eyes. "Thanks," he said quietly, swallowing with uncertainty.
You removed your hand and placed it back in your lap. "Sorry," you replied awkwardly.
"No, no, you're cute," he said quickly, a hand flying to cover his mouth when he saw the expression on your face and realized what he had said. "I--I--... I meant 'cool'. Like... Like I meant to say 'you're cool', as in, like, 'don't worry about it'."
His babbling just made you smile. "Freudian slip?"
"Exactly," he agreed hastily. "Wait, no!"
"Too late, no take backs," you blurt, flipping your textbook to the next page to continue with your notes. Your heart absolutely raced inside your chest when you heard Ricky lightly breathe out a laugh before following your lead and resuming his note-taking.
~
Ricky certainly had a public image he wanted to portray, but whenever he gave you a glimpse underneath the facade... that was when you couldn't help but fall.
So when he asked you out for the first time, sun shining as you walked together from Chemistry to the student lounge on a Friday afternoon, your stomach absolutely flipped with excitement.
"I'm gonna take you to dinner," Ricky said, hand combing through his blonde, coiffed hair.
"Like--... Like on a date?" You clarified, looking up at him to try to read his expression. But much to your dismay, he was looking straight ahead, not at you.
"Yeah," he responded flippantly, hands finding his pockets. "There's this new place that opened downtown that's, like, mega exclusive. Figured you can't say no to that."
"No."
"Exactly... Wait, what?" Ricky stopped in his tracks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"No thanks," you repeated. Looking at him now, you could tell exactly who was standing in front of you. No matter how much you liked Ricky, you didn't want to go on a date with this persona of his.
You wanted to go on a date with Ricky.
"Oh..." He replied, shock written all over his face. He swallowed hard and you swore you could see his cheeks start to redden with embarrassment.
"I really like you, Ricky," you clarified with a smile as you watched his eyebrows shoot up at the confession. "But no thank you."
You didn't wait around to field any possible questions. Turning on your heels, you headed off in the direction of your dorm leaving Ricky absolutely dumbfounded in the campus courtyard.
The next time he asked you out, it was in the hallway before class the following Monday. He handed you a small, light blue gift box, his eyes looking everywhere except at you.
You suppressed a smile, opening the box to find a dainty, rose gold bangle with the signature Tiffany T-shaped cuff ends. After having a mini heart attack over how much the bracelet in your hands must've cost, you took a deep breath to maintain your composure.
"I can't accept this," you managed, though you had to admit you were a bit sad to refuse it (and to refuse him a second time).
Ricky stared back at you, absolutely astonished. "Why... Why not?"
"I really like you, Ricky," you confessed again. "But I'll have to say no thank you."
As your professor called for everyone to take their seats, you hurried inside the classroom and left Ricky to trail in behind you completely stunned once more.
~
Ricky has asked you out about eight more times since that day. Each time, the simple question is skirted around and instead replaced with more and more elaborate and expensive gestures.
Now, it's 9:30 on a Friday night and you're typing away on your laptop, working on a paper that isn't due until the end of the semester when Ricky bursts through the doors of the library and darts straight towards your usual table.
"Are you seeing someone else?" He blurts out, catching his breath as he stands in front of you waiting for an answer. His hair falls boyishly across his forehead and he's dressed in a a hoodie and black joggers. You get the impression he had rushed here suddenly without any preparation and he looks so stupid cute.
"No," you reply, chewing on your cheeks to keep from smiling.
"Are you interested in men?"
"Unfortunately."
"You keep saying you like me and then you refuse to go out with me. Do you like me?" He asks, a little too loud for a library, but you're both lucky there's no one else that would be studying on a Friday night.
"I do," you confirm, watching as his eyes grow a bit more pleading as he wrestles with his own confusion.
"Then... Please... Will you please go out with me? I like spending time with you so much. I like talking to you so much. I really, really like you, (Y/N). Will you please just give me a chance?"
"Of course," you answer immediately.
"Yeah, I get it, I get--." Ricky's eyes suddenly light up as he realizes what you said. "REALLY?"
You nod, biting your lip in a satisfied smile and throwing your laptop into your backpack. "Let's go right now!"
He blinks quickly, following you as you stand up and walk towards the door. "Right now? But you--."
"Ricky, I don't really have any time to waste. I've been waiting for you to ask me out for two weeks now! Can you blame me for being a bit eager?"
"What... what do you mean? I've asked you out, like, a dozen times," he says as you step outside into the cool evening air, grabbing your wrist to stop you in your tracks.
You smile up at him. "No, you haven't."
"Yes, I--," he starts to protest, but you cut him off.
"You've told me you're taking me to an exclusive restaurant. You've bought me designer jewelry. You've given me an autographed poster from WayV. You've hired the Vienna Philharmonic to play at the student lounge. You've landed a helicopter in the middle of the courtyard..."
You watch as realization begins to wash over his face. His mouth hangs open a bit as he processes his numerous missteps. Then, a hand finds its way to the back of his neck as he smiles at you sheepishly. "Oh."
"So I've been waiting very patiently, you see."
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," he says with a smile, and then more solemnly he adds, "And I'm really sorry for being a total dick."
"Well, you're in luck. The only way to make it up to me is to get late night pancakes with me. And it just so happens, that I am incredibly hungry right now," you say, taking his hand and starting to pull him in the direction of the parking lot.
Ricky laces your fingers together as he falls in step with you. "Oh! I know the best place for pancakes, it's--."
You clear your throat and he stops his thought in its tracks.
"The diner?" He asks, looking to you for approval.
KEITA!!! He is my one pick 💕 he is the most talented boy I’ve ever seen! like his rapping is actually good and he’s just amazing and funny and cute and I so hope he’ll make the line up!!!
KIM TAERAE!! He is so pretty and cute and such a good singer 💖
Lee seunghwan cause he is hot lol but also he is a good singer and I like his vibe
Kum junhyeon cause he is funny and talented!
Matthew cause GIIIIRRLLLL and he is cute
Jiwoong cause idk he’s grown on me and he’d be a good leader and I vibe with him
Sung Hanbin cause icon
Zhanghao cause he is so fun and talented
Jay cause his voice is so amazing and I’d like to see how this man would function in this group lol
• if we don't get bep1er maknae park gunwook I'm gonna cry
• there's gonna be max 3 g group trainees in the debut lineup. mnet doesn't want more
• praying that their group name is actually catchy
• i feel like i should be somewhat happy with the fact that people will panic vite for phanbin, taerae and shanbin after their rank reveals (cause phanbin is my one pick), but i know that's just mnet favouring kgroup
• i miss wang zihao :(
• i bet they're gonna invite old trainees in the live broadcast for the sad editing
