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Ricky always looked like a gift just waiting to be unwrapped, but his dainty styling for a particular segment in the ‘Good So Bad’ MV made him especially irresistible. In the eyes of Gyuvin, his pretty little white button-up paired with a choker was no different from the ribbon that adorns gift boxes. It sits delicately upon the treasures it hides beneath, only there to tease the receiver. A slither of skin peeked through where the collar hung low, pale and untouched. Gyuvin wondered what that area would look like if it hadn’t been left so spotless, if marks had been left behind like ink stains in white snow. He wanted to be the one to try as if it were a canvas painted by messy strokes of love and lust.
The shirt was pretty, and looked nothing less than angelic when styled with Ricky’s cherubic features — but it needed to go.
Nevertheless, to Gyuvin’s dismay, they had a whole music video shoot to get through first. As much as the pair enjoy acting like they live in their own world shared between just the two of them, the reality is that they are idols. This fact didn’t usually bother them, they had been working side by side to achieve their dreams together for as long as they could remember after all. It was truly a fated blessing that their dreams could be so closely intertwined like this, and they loved to relish in this world they built together. Whether it was quick glances where eyes spoke more than words saying “We made it.”, or being able to watch one another from a close distance in pure endearment while the other did “idol things” they had dreamt of doing together for years — they cherished every moment of it.
But this particular day… Gyuvin was having a hard time containing himself. When Ricky walked out in that pretty white outfit, the poor boy knew it was over for him in an instant. He was hopeless. As hot as Ricky looked and how perfectly he pulled off mature concepts like ‘Over Me’, and ‘Kill the Romeo’, Gyuvin found something particularly alluring about seeing him so pure and pretty like this. His Rwick was just too cute.
Gyuvin was always the most attentive to his princess. So, when Ricky’s shirt looked ever so slightly out of place during recording, of course it was his duty to go over and fix it for him. He was just thoughtful and caring like that, and definitely harboured no ulterior motives whatsoever—
“Qubing!!!!!”
Ricky quipped in the same tone a cat would when you pet them in the wrong place.
It was true, Gyuvin is genuinely very caring. But he is also hopelessly fucking awestruck by Ricky and has a hard time with self control. He had to take a quick peek inside that shirt. It was only fair, he had already been resisting the temptation for what felt like a lifetime (it had only been a few hours, but that’s not important). For what it’s worth, Gyuvin is a respectful guy, but in that moment he felt like a pathetic puppy salivating over a piece of meat. Ricky often had this effect on him.
He didn’t take in much before Ricky caught on to his antics masked by an innocent act of service, but what he did manage to see inside the shirt only made the boy lose himself even more. Ricky’s bare torso was far from an unfamiliar sight to Gyuvin. He’s pretty sure he could trace the intricate lines of his rib tattoo with his eyes closed. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t as equally enchanted by it as he was the first time Ricky got undressed in front of him.
For the rest of the shoot, his mind was filled with nothing but Ricky — not that he wasn’t already thinking of him constantly, but now the image of his bare chest and the cute petulant expression plastered across his face when their eyes met replayed over and over in his head. But Ricky occupying all the space in his mind wasn’t enough for Gyuvin, he needed to feel every inch of him against his own body. It was always a challenge to suppress his urge to sneak just a little touch while they were busy and on camera, so much so that he often failed to hold back.
Later on, Ricky was styled into something that was even more revealing to film the next segment of the MV. It was a sleeveless turtleneck which traded that taunting slither of pale skin for a full display of gorgeously toned arms.
Fuck. It’s really over now.
When they stood side by side for a group photo, their bodies finally close, but still not close enough, that was when Gyuvin’s own hand decided to betray him. One second he was doing a V pose with his fingers, the next his hand was cupping the full circumference of Ricky’s peck. Then the next… his finger was poking his nipple. On camera. There was no thought behind his actions, he acted purely on impulse. What was most embarrassing about the sequence of events was how pathetically quick his fingertip found the centre of Ricky’s nipple. A pro archer could only dream of having the accuracy Gyuvin has when his target is Ricky. He could probably leave all archers unemployed if he decided to take on the career while imagining an image of Ricky in place of the bullseye. Lucky for them, he chose to be an idol.
Ricky did not protest against the action, but instead just directed a quick “bitna” gesture toward Gyuvin to serve as a reminder that they are idols and the cameras are rolling. It has always been abundantly obvious that Ricky is equally as infatuated by Gyuvin as Gyuvin is by him, but he is just slightly better at maintaining composure while on camera.
After a long day of filming and practising the art of self control, it was finally time to head back to the dorms. Almost all the members were eager to wash up and finally pass out in their beds, while Gyuvin was eager to end up in Ricky’s bed.
The pair sat with their sides pressed up against each other on the car ride home. They are both taller than the average person so it always gets pretty compact in the car with limited space, but they don’t mind any excuse to be as close as physically possible to one another. They would probably merge bodies if they could. It only took a few minutes for Ricky to drift off into a doze, his head resting gently on Gyuvin’s shoulder. He had stayed up just a little too late the night before as he indulged in the latest Kdrama he was into. Gyuvin knew because he spent the entire morning going on and on about everything that had unfolded in the last episode and complaining about the evil cliffhanger it had left on. It was cute, listening to him speak so passionately about the things he enjoys. Gyuvin could listen to him chirp on for hours, picking up on and being endeared by each sound he enunciated slightly off, and watching the way his expressions shift so rapidly from giggling to furrowed eyebrows that resembled a grumpy cat. He was just SO cute.
Ricky is always cute, but he was especially cute in this moment with his eyes gently shut, mouth slightly agape, and hair a little dishevelled in the nook between Gyuvin’s neck and shoulder. Gyuvin raised his hand and began stroking Ricky’s head as if he were Eumppappa. He must have really liked it, because in response he nuzzled in even closer and released a sigh of comfort and contentment. He was exhausted, and this was just the form of healing he needed. Gyuvin took the reaction as a signal to keep going, and it only made the other drift off into a deeper and more comfortable sleep.
“You’re so cute, Rwick.” He must have still been somewhat conscious, or maybe his dreams were already laced with Gyuvin’s voice, but either way, whether it was in his realm of consciousness or not, the loving affirmation surely reached him. It was clear in the way the corner of his mouth turned up as if it were being tugged on by a cupid’s thread. He was so in love and that somehow made him even prettier.
He was so pretty that Gyuvin needed to keep a record of this moment forever. He used his free hand to capture a picture, and then set it as his home screen. Ricky would probably reprimand him for this later, because he did look a little silly to his own standards with messy hair and smudged makeup, but he was still nothing less than the most beautiful person in the world to Gyuvin. His pretty princess.
They were both smiling subtly yet incredibly fondly now, and the air in the car seemed to be getting warmer as the minutes went by. It was perfect. They remained like this for the entire duration of the trip. The atmosphere was soundless other than the faint sound of Ricky’s slow breathing. Gyuvin kept forgetting to breathe.
The car was finally nearing the dorms, and despite Gyuvin’s original plans which entailed him staying the night in Ricky’s room after having some… fun, he decided it was best to retreat to his own room and let Ricky get the rest he deserved. His health was always the first priority to Gyuvin because he cared for him more than anything else in the world. He was certain that there would always be a “next time” to do other things, because their love would never end. So, he was fine with the sacrifice.
When the car pulled up, Gyuvin got out first and rushed over to Ricky’s door. He was still half asleep and in a daze. Just before he gathered all his remaining energy to attempt to step out of the car, Gyuvin spoke up from above him.
“It’s okay. I’ll carry you.”
Ricky didn’t say anything, and instead just looked up at him for a moment through half-lidded eyes and gently nodded. This sent butterflies swirling in beautifully chaotic arrays in Gyuvins stomach. Oh god. He looked so cute like this.
Gyuvin picked him up bridal style and held him close. He carried him all the way from outside and into his bed, placing him gently onto his pillow.
“Rest up for a bit now, but make sure to remove your makeup before you head to sleep for real. Don’t forget, stupid. I’ll come back later and check on you so you better make sure you do it. I’ll be mad if you don’t.”
Ricky just hummed in response, already slipping back into a seemingly deep sleep. Gyuvin sat beside him for a moment, just to stare at his pretty face in such a serene state for a little while longer before heading back to his own room. He wanted to soak in his beauty for as long as he possibly could. He cherished it as if it were a fleeting thing he’d lose if he didn’t protect it and hold it close to his heart forever.
“Good night, Rwick.” he whispered as he cupped half of Ricky’s face with his large hand, not expecting any kind of response from the sleeping beauty. To his surprise, Ricky turned his head to fully embrace the warmth of Gyuvin’s touch, and then planted a clumsy kiss in the palm of his hand. Gyuvin was sure he felt his heart actually explode.
He leaned over and gently kissed Ricky on the top of the head, his face still buried in the palm of his hand. It took every ounce of willpower for Gyuvin to stand up and go back to his own room after that, but he did so only with the motivation of letting Ricky rest. He was also really in need of a shower after working all day, but that was more of an afterthought considering the events that just took place. With every step he took further away from Ricky, it felt like there were boulders attached to his feet that became heavier the closer he got to the door. He took one final look at his sleeping beauty and softly grinned before shutting the door behind him with great reluctance. It was bittersweet. He wanted more of Ricky, he could never get enough, but he was at the same time all giddy and drunk on affection and the fact that he just kissed the prettiest princess in the world good night.
He couldn’t stop smiling stupidly to himself in the shower. He was the happiest puppy in the world, if he had a tail it would definitely be wagging uncontrollably right now. He couldn’t wait to wake up in the morning because that would mean that another day of loving his Kim Ricky had dawned.
The taps squeaked as he turned them off and stepped out of the shower, steam rolling in and filling the room behind him. He wrapped the towel around his hips in a way that it hung only high enough to merely cover his parts. Everything else was on full display, glistened by the water on his skin that hadn’t fully dried yet. His hair was messy and soaking wet, and he looked unbelievably hot when he ran his slender fingers through the strands. Ricky used to see him in this state often back when they shared a room, and it never failed to get him all blushing and flustered. But now that they were in separate rooms… the sight was usually shared between only Gyuvin himself and the bathroom mirror.
Not tonight, though.
When he opened the door to his bedroom, he flinched in startlement at the presence of an unexpected figure sitting on his bed. The figure was dressed only in sweatpants that Gyuvin was pretty sure came from his own closet. No shirt. His head was tilted in a cat-like manner, and his arms opened wide as if to offer himself to Gyuvin like an open gift box, ribbon untied and long discarded.
“Ricky?! I told you to get some rest! What are you doing here?!”
His arms dropped and he pouted at the taller boy standing above him.
“Are you stupid? You’ve been flirting with me all day and you just kissed me. You expect me to just go to sleep after all that?”
Gyuvin felt his ears turn the same colour as his cherry red hair. “It was only on the head… and you kissed me first, idiot.”
“I don’t care, Qubing. Just come here and kiss me again—“
His sentence was interrupted by the press of Gyuvin’s lips against his own. This is what he had been dying to do all day, he couldn’t stand even a second longer without his lips interlocked with Ricky’s. He cupped his face and kissed him fiercely like the world was ending around them. His loosely wrapped towel was still holding on to his slightly wet body for dear life. There was no space left between the bare skin of their torsos, and it felt like this is how they were always supposed to be. They were like two bodies sharing the same heart, beating in a perfect rhythm of passionate love. Gyuvin started the kiss, but Ricky deepened it. It was messy and desperate, but so full of genuine love and adoration. Gyuvin was the first to break the kiss with a soft moan followed by a giggle after Ricky had gently bit his lip. He loves it when he does that.
“What’s so funny?” Ricky asked with an attempted attitude, but failed to muster any bite behind his words. He found Gyuvin way too cute in this state to put up a sassy facade.
“Nothing’s funny, baby~! You’re just so perfect, and I’m really happy right now.”
Gyuvin’s words were so genuine as he spoke through a toothy smile. His adorable face paired with the term of endearment said in his lovely voice made Ricky’s heart do backflips. He hid his flushed face behind his hand and giggled as well.
“I’m happy too. Really. Gyuvin I—“
“I love you, Kim Ricky.”
Ricky’s eyes widened for a moment before he broke into more breathless giggles and dropped his head to rest on Gyuvin’s bare chest. He spoke without looking up and Gyuvin could feel the vibrations of his voice and the warmth of each breath against his skin. “You beat me to it. You’re so annoying.” He looked up at the other with a soft smile, “But I love you too, Shim Gyuvin.”
Gyuvin melted at the way he said those words in such a loving and sweet voice, and they replayed in his head over and over as he kissed him again. This time he was in such a rush to feel Ricky against his lips once more that he missed his mouth completely. Instead, his lips landed on the other’s chin, and he took that as an opportunity to move even lower. His hands were around Ricky’s waist, holding on so tightly that they might leave a bruise later, but it felt nice, so Ricky didn’t care. Ricky’s head flew back and he moaned as Gyuvin’s lips moved down his neck, following the lines of his tattoo. He was determined to leave his own mark, one that was even more profound than the black ink.
“Wait, Qubing.” Ricky sat up and Gyuvin paused. “I’m sorry. We have another shoot tomorrow. I’m really sorry.” Gyuvin felt a wave of guilt rush over him as Ricky gave him an apologetic smile. He looked like a sad kitten. It made his heart sting. Gyuvin felt like he had just woken up from a dream.
“No, baby, please. I’m sorry. You don’t have to be sorry. I should have thought more carefully before I started doing all that. I’m sorry, you’re just so pretty that I have a hard time restraining myself sometimes. When it comes to you, I mean.” He spoke quickly as if he was tripping over his own words, and Ricky laughed because he was so cute.
“It’s okay, I know. You really do struggle with self control. Guess I’m just too sexy, huh?”
Gyuvin looked at him with a blank expression of false annoyance to pretend like what Ricky just said wasn’t completely true. Ricky laughed again and pointed to Gyuvin’s wardrobe, “I’m tired. Go put on some pyjamas and come to bed. I’m staying here for the night so you better keep me warm. Oh and can I borrow a shirt please?” Gyuvin sighed as if he wasn’t thrilled at the fact that Ricky was sleeping in his bed tonight.
“Yes princess~” he said mockingly, but he meant it. Ricky was truly his princess. The other just smirked in satisfaction.
Gyuvin removed his towel and changed into something more comfortable, Ricky sat back looking pretty and enjoyed the show. It wasn’t the first time he had seen Gyuvin naked, but he missed the sight, and like always, it left him in a blushing mess. Gyuvin searched his closet and specifically sought after a shirt that smelt of his cologne to give to Ricky. If he couldn’t let the world know Ricky belonged to him by leaving marks on his body, he would at least let them know by leaving his scent.
“Here, princess.” The shirt was slightly worn out, the neckline stretched in a way that exposed a bit of Ricky’s shoulder and a lot of his chest when he put it on.
“Thank you~” He said in a sweet voice and kissed him on the cheek. Gyuvin didn’t say anything in return, but instead just playfully tickled him in a surge of love, pushing him down into his bed, and they laughed together like they always do. They’re best friends, but lovers at the same time, and yet neither of those labels quite seemed to fit what they had. It had always been something more than that, like loving one another was intrinsic to their existences. All that matters is that their love was genuine, and it just felt right. From the way their personalities vastly differ yet compliment each other flawlessly, to how their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces; everything about what they have is perfect.
Ricky was now dressed head to toe completely in Gyuvin’s clothing, and he was snuggled up in Gyuvin’s bed too. Their limbs were entangled and their torsos were pressed impossibly close against one another. It was perfect. So perfect.
“Good night, Rwick. I love you.”
“I love you too, Qubing.”
Ricky was all his, and he loved him, and that was more than enough for Gyuvin.