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Under The Rain | Ricky

Pairing: nonidol!Ricky x Fem!reader word count: 800+ | genre: established relationship, nonidol au | Prompt: the rain ruined your date with Ricky | Warnings: none.

The rain fell in thick sheet and drowning the city in silver. It wasn’t the kind of romantic drizzle that made the streets glisten prettily—it was the kind that ruined plans, soaked through clothes, and left you shivering in disappointment.

You stood beneath the café’s awning, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, watching pedestrians hurry by with umbrellas that did little to shield them from the storm. The dinner reservation you’d carefully made? Canceled. The quiet stroll through the park, hand in hand with Ricky under the city lights? Impossible. The night you’d imagined, the one you dolled up for, the one you'd been so excited for, was completely washed away.

Ricky stood beside you, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, watching you more than the rain. He wasn't hiding it at all, he was observant and definitely doesn't mind if you know about it. When he lets out a soft chuckle, you turn to him, frowning.

"What’s so funny?" you asked, slight frustration leaking into your voice. The sound of the rain hitting the ground is definitely messing with your head, making you a little agitated along with the ruined plans you had for the day. So to see him not being bothered at all is a bother.

"You," he said simply, lips curving into that effortless, teasing smile. "You’re pouting."

You let out a sigh, dropping your gaze to your damp shoes. There is no way you can even mask your disappointment. "I just… I wanted tonight to be perfect."

Ricky exhaled, and before you could react, he grabbed your hand and stepped into the rain.

"Ricky—!"

The cold drops hit your skin instantly, sinking through your shirt, and seeping into your jeans, but Ricky only grinned, his fingers laced with yours as he pulled you forward. "Come on," he coaxed, spinning you suddenly.

A surprised laugh bubbled up from your chest as he twirled you right there in the middle of the sidewalk, the rain pouring down like a thousand tiny stars. His grip was steady, his movements smooth, and the way he looked at you, the rain couldn't blur his eyes at all. His eyes gazed into you like you were something irreplaceable, and it did make your heart stutter.

"Are you crazy?" you laughed breathlessly, water dripping from your lashes.

"Maybe," he admitted, regarded you with an adoring gaze as he pulled you close. His hands rested lightly on your waist, his thumb brushing against the damp fabric of your shirt. "But you’re always thinking too much. So I figured I'd help you stop."

Your heart pounded, accelerating behind your ribs, not from the rain or the cold, but from the way his eyes softened, his gaze tracing the curve of your face, moving up to your eyes, as a silent confession. Like his gaze was enough to communicate his feelings for you.

"You were worried about making tonight special," he murmured as he invaded your personal space enough for your noses to almost touch, his voice intimate, low for you only to hear him. "But don’t you get it? It already is. Because you’re here with me."

Something warm bloomed in your chest, spreading through your veins despite the chill. Ricky had always been like this—effortlessly charming. Sometimes you wonder how someone can be so thoughtful, finding beauty in moments you thought were ruined.

The city blurred around you, car headlights turning into smudges of gold against the rain-washed streets. The world could have disappeared, and you wouldn’t have noticed, not when he was looking at you like that. Nothing can even take your attention anymore. It's like he has numbed everything else for you so you can only focus on him.

Slowly, he leaned in slightly more, his forehead resting against yours, rainwater sliding down his cheek. His breath was warm, mingling with yours, his lips close enough to steal all the air from your lungs. "You’re shivering," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "Let’s get you somewhere warm before I get too distracted."

Your mood has certainly improved a lot. A smile tugged at your lips. "Too distracted by what?"

He smirked, squeezing your hand as he pulled you toward the glow of a nearby shop. "You already know the answer to that." He was definitely teasing you, you thought you might receive a kiss, but is he looking forward to making it more special? You shouldn't get disappointed so easily with him, that's what you know. 

Your thoughts were pushed aside when he pulled you closer after noticing you were walking slower than him. “I just don't want you to get sick because of me, pretty.” You could only breathe slower, your heart has slowed down a little as you felt better. Well, maybe Ricky was a little too thoughtful for his own good. But hey, at least the ruined date became something else entirely, something you’d remember forever.

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the way he loves | sung hanbin

genre: a little angst, mostly fluff, comfort

pairing: reader (gn) x sung hanbin

about/tags: hanbin has no time for himself and is exhausted. though reader is worried about him, hanbin fears reader will leave him (1.1k words)

hanbin is overworked and spread too thin, yujin matthew and hao are mentioned, sleepy boy hanbin, he's doing his best for everyone 100%, y/n is just worried for him

“You need to stop doing that to yourself, Hanbin”

Hanbin looks up at you, confused. His eyebrows slightly knit together and he tilts his head to the side, as if questioning what exactly you mean. 

To be fair, you did bring it up out of the blue. You couldn’t help it though, he just looks so exhausted. Without any makeup, you can clearly see his dark undereyes, and his skin has gotten so much paler. His eyes are slightly red too, you presume from rubbing it to stay awake. Albeit the obviousness of sleep deprivation, he still showed up to your date today. 

You can tell he’s trying so hard for you. With that, you let out a deep sigh – hand extending across the table to get ahold of his. 

“I’m worried for you Hanbin-ah, I think you’re overworking yourself”

Taking your hand, he softly smiles at you. He brings the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it gently before saying  “Thank you for worrying about me, love. But I’m okay.” 

The vibrancy of his smile, while still plastered on his face, isn’t really there. But Hanbin changed the topic, and you let it go. You listened to him as he told you about the new choreography they’ve been learning and how they’re flying to Japan soon. He tells you that he’s been practicing his Japanese to communicate with fans more. 

Hanbin has always been the kind of person to always put other people before himself. It’s the way he loves. He’s never been the type to be burdened to help another person, it just comes so innately with him. Truthfully, it’s why you fell in love with him in the first place. To be loved by the most selfless person on the planet is something you were grateful for everyday.

Little by little, you start to understand how Hanbin got himself to this position. When they moved in at the dorms, he spent his nights helping Yujin with his homework after practice. You learned from Hao that Hanbin has been helping him with his Korean as well. On top of that, Hanbin has still been showing up to school, attending classes left and right. Yesterday, when he visited his mom at the café, he even picked up a few shifts in the kitchen for a part-timer that didn’t show up that day. And right now, he was carving out time for you when he could be resting.

You spend the next few days distancing yourself a little so that he has more time to himself. You don’t communicate this with him, because you know he’ll continue to insist that everything is fine. 

When you don’t respond to his texts with your usual energy, or stop making plans with him on the weekends, Hanbin genuinely starts to think he’s losing you. He feels like he’s grasping at straws when he invites you to come over at the dorm to watch a movie with him. He’s scared you’ll say no.

But you agreed mainly because you miss him, and you felt kinda guilty for icing him out like that. You rationalized that you would both just be at arm's length from a bed or a couch anyway. So when you arrive at the dorm for your movie date and find him peacefully asleep on his bed, you let him sleep. You patted his head, and tucked his blanket tighter against his body before turning off the lights in his room. 

When Hanbin wakes up, he thinks he messed up.

He looks around the room and wonders how he got there. Checking the time, it’s been 4 hours since he’s invited you over. He frustratingly puts his face in his hands, hating himself for falling asleep. 

He hears voices coming from the living room. Slowly following the sound, he finds both you and Matthew laughing at some Hollywood romcom he hasn’t seen before. There’s popcorn and beer laid out on the floor where you're both seated, and an array of pillows and blankets.

It looks like they’ve been at it for hours, Hanbin thinks to himself. It’s Matthew that notices him standing there first.

“Oh hyung, you’re awake!”

Even though he  says it excitingly, Hanbin can’t help but take it as a dig. You’re smiling at Hanbin and gesturing to him to sit down next to you, but he doesn’t notice. He’s too in over his head, thinking that he fucked up and thus easily replaceable. 

He needs water to clear his head. So he doesn’t respond and just walks to the kitchen. Confused, you get up to follow him.

Hanbin is opening the fridge when you wrap your arms around his waist, head resting in the middle of his back. He stands there and feels your embrace, placing his hands atop of yours as he lets out a deep sigh. Fridge door long forgotten, he says sorry first. 

“Sorry I fell asleep love, I didn’t mean to”. He sounds defeated. His head is hanging low, and he doesn’t turn around to face you, fearing your reaction. You simply hug him tighter and press a small kiss on his back, making sure he feels loved. 

“I didn’t wanna wake you, don’t beat yourself up over it”

Arms still holding him, you crane your neck to the side to see his face. He’s looking down at the floor and biting his lip, as if punishing himself. You use your left hand to force him to look at you instead. 

His eyes are searching yours, as if trying to read you. He looks anxious, as if his next words were crucial. 

“Don’t leave me, Y/N” 

His voice cracks at the slightest, and your heart breaks. Your eyes soften and you run your hand through the back of his head, gently stroking against his scalp. 

“I’m not leaving you silly, I love you too much”

He just gently nods repeatedly, relieved to hear you say that. This time, he engulfs you quickly into his arms, head resting atop yours. You can hear his heartbeat as you rest your ear to his chest. When it slows down, you ask him what he wants to eat for dinner.

You look up at him and he presses a chaste kiss to your nose. It tickles and you can’t help but smile widely at him. His arms are still resting at your waist when he responds.

“Anything you want, love.”

Even in moments like these, he simply yields to what you want. You nod at his response and decide to order his favorite food. You’ll have to have another conversation with him about prioritizing himself for once, but right now, you gladly do it for him.  

He cups his hands on either side of your jaw and brings you to a kiss. Only then, he finally smiles. 

A/N: This one is more fluffy and longer than I thought it would be. Thank you to the person who requested!

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