Crush ˙˚ʚ('◡')ɞ˚˙ (Ricky - s.qr ❤)

Chapter 19: Idol Life vs Love

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Ricky's flight took off from Yokohama airport and landed in Seoul by 5:05 am. After leaving the airport, he took a cab and went to his dorm building. He went inside his room, washed his face and changed his clothes before crashing onto his bed, totally knocked out.

Gyuvin woke up around 7:30 am, groggy and hungry. He shuffled out of bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he stretched. Noticing a pile of bags near the door, he furrowed his brows.

"Wait... whose stuff is this?" he mumbled, scratching his head. He walked over to the bags, peered at them suspiciously, and poked one with his foot. "Did Ricky come back? Nah, no way... I would've noticed."

Completely oblivious to the fact that Ricky was passed out on his bed under a heap of blankets, Gyuvin grabbed his phone and started recording.

"Guys," he whispered dramatically. "I think someone broke into our dorm. There's random luggage here. Should I call security?" He zoomed in on the bags, then panned the camera to Ricky's unrecognizable, blanket-covered figure. "Look at this suspicious lump. What if it's, like, a thief taking a nap after stealing—"

Before he could finish, Ricky stirred, his hand flopping out from under the blanket. Gyuvin screamed at the top of his lungs, dropping his phone onto the floor with a loud clatter.

Ricky shot up, hair sticking out in every direction. "WHAT? WHAT'S HAPPENING?" he yelled, eyes wild with panic.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Gyuvin shouted back, grabbing the nearest weapon—a half-empty water bottle—and throwing it at Ricky's head.

"It's me, you idiot!" Ricky ducked, glaring at his roommate. "Why are you screaming?!"

Gyuvin froze, his brain finally catching up. "Wait... Ricky? You're back?" He blinked at Ricky like he'd just seen a ghost.

"Yes, I'm back! I landed at five this morning, you lunatic!" Ricky groaned, flopping back onto his pillow. "Why are you like this?"

"Oh... welcome back, man," Gyuvin said sheepishly, shoving the water bottle aside. Then, noticing Ricky's murderous glare, he grinned nervously. "Uh... breakfast? Pancakes?"

Ricky groaned louder, pulling the blanket over his head. "Wake me up in ten years."

"Geez you scared the shit outta me but welcome back!", Gyuvin dived upon Ricky.

Ricky groaned, pulling the blanket over his face as Gyuvin hovered over him, clearly not about to leave him alone.

"Come on, Ricky! What happened with Yumeko? Did you hold hands? Maybe share a romantic kiss by the Yokohama Ferris wheel? Don't hold out on me!" Gyuvin teased, bouncing on the edge of the bed.

Ricky yanked the blanket off and sat up, glaring at him. "No. None of that happened because we're just friends. Got it?"

Gyuvin froze for a moment, blinking, and then his face lit up with a mischievous grin. "Ohhh, just friends, huh?" He scratched his chin, pretending to think. "Well, that's perfect. If you're just friends, that means I can ask her out!"

"Absolutely not," Ricky snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut steel.

Gyuvin gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like Ricky had personally offended him. "Wait a second. Are you... jealous?"

Ricky's eyes widened, his expression immediately turning defensive. "What? No! Why would I be jealous? I just think you'd embarrass yourself, that's all."