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u/520spuppy
Help! My friends don’t think my boyfriend is real.
I (19M) have been in a long distance relationship with my boyfriend (19M) since we were 16. We met at the beach when my family went on vacation to California and we’ve been in contact ever since. We try to see each other when I have breaks for school and I really think that he’s the love of my life (he knows this and feels the same!!!!!). My friends from college keep trying to set me up with girls and getting me to go to mixers and on double dates. My boyfriend just thinks it’s really funny how none of my friends think I’m able to have a committed relationship and won’t help me prove that I’m dating him. He won’t let me share pics of us because he’s a pretty private person and I want to respect his wishes, so I can’t show my friends pics of us together either (also because he thinks that would be too easy to get my friends to believe me). What do I do?
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u/830skitty
lol… your friends really think you’re a loser huh
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Gyuvin sat down with a groan, slamming his head down on the cafeteria table. The hood of the grey zip-up that he stole from him last winter flopped over to rest on top of his head. Gunwook didn’t even flinch, just sighing back at his friend.
“Dude, what happened this time? Was it the stats midterm?” Gunwook asked, shoveling rice into his mouth as he reached over and patted Gyuvin’s head.
“No, you already know I’ve given up on studying for that.” Gyuvin slowly raised his head, forehead slightly reddening due to the impact on the hard plastic table. “Yunseo invited me to go on another double date with some girl he asked out and her friend. Apparently she won’t go out with him unless I come too which is so weird because I told Yunseo that I’m not even single right now so I don’t know why he said I could come and mmph-“
Gunwook shoved a spoonful of rice and sweet-spicy pork into his mouth, cutting off his frantic rambling. There was a smear of bright-red sauce at the side of his mouth as he angrily chewed, eyebrows working overtime and cheeks puffing. If he was here, he’d probably call him a silly little puppy but that’s besides the point.
“Gyuvin, bro, it’s okay to not be ready for a relationship right now, you know that right? You don’t have to lie to us and say that you’re dating someone. I’m not embarrassed that I’m single right now.” Gunwook said, pushing his lips out in his signature pout that worked on nearly everyone. How he was also able to make his eyes sparkle on command was beyond him, but Gyuvin knew better. Ever since they’d met each other while moving into their shared dorm, they’d immediately clicked, and now Gyuvin could read him like one of the tattered Slam Dunk volumes he’s had since he was 10.
“Gunwook, I’m not lying I swear, I haven’t been single since I was like, 16, I’ve told you this a million times dude.” Gyuvin said, lightly grabbing Gunwook’s wrist to remove his fingers from where they were tangled in his hair.
Suddenly, Gyuvin felt a force push into his side. “Hey hags, what are we talking about right now?” questioned Yujin, slamming his own tray of food down on the table.
“How single Gyuvin is and how crazy he is for hallucinating a whole relationship” snickered Gunwook, Gyuvin’s eyes bouncing between them, eyebrows furrowing once again.
“Hey! I’m literally in a healthy long distance relationship- what are you even doing here you brat, shouldn’t you be in school?” Gyuvin asked, nudging him back. “Gunwook! What happened to being best bros? Stop being on his side, he’s literally skipping school!”
“Oh, this again huh. You really think you can pull, and even get her to stay, Gyuvin-hyung?” Yujin giggles, sharing a knowing glance with Gunwook, straight-A student and former class president himself, who was conveniently ignoring the fact that Yujin was supposed to be zoning out, bored out of his mind and half asleep in Pre-Calc.
“Knock it off, I literally birthed and raised you for all 16 years of your life, I didn’t raise you to be like this-“ Gyuvin narrowed his eyes at Yujin, who blissfully started picking at his own lunch. “We aren’t even related by blood, hyung.” Yujin said, unaware of how betrayed Gyuvin felt that his own son, one that he spent more than a decade with, was denying him once again.
“Anyways, if you really need an excuse to get out of that thing with Yunseo, you could always just hang out with me at my place” Yujin said, eyes bright and wide. “We can order takeout and I don’t know, watch cat videos on Tiktok until we pass out. You love those.”
Gyuvin thought about Yujin’s offer for a second. His collection full of hundreds of cat Tiktoks was literally called My Rickitty, all of them having made the rounds between his and Ricky’s Tiktok dms (and his Instagram dms after Ricky blocked him that one time because he woke up to 57 unopened messages from Gyuvin). It had gotten to the point where Gyuvin had outsourced the work of finding the next video of a baby orange cat kneading a pillow, or a gray kitten flopping over, to his friends too. But they just thought Gyuvin was just gearing up to get a new pet. Like baby fever, but for a cat. How was he supposed to explain that yes, he thought cats were cute but no, he was just madly in love with a boy that was more cat than man at this point, and who was just so cute that his heart threatened to burst out of his chest at every thought of him.
u/bunnyjinnie
Why don’t you just get your boyfriend to meet your friends? Then they’d definitely believe you right?
u/gyuvincool
OP literally said that they’re in a LDR so how would that even work?
Later that night, Gyuvin flopped on his bed. Yunseo had been sad, but understanding that Gyuvin had already made plans with Yujin. Gyuvin still felt a bit bad, bless his big heart, but he was really not in the mood for explaining again to Yunseo and a group of girls interested in him that he was in a relationship but it was long distance and they only saw each other during breaks but they were still happily in love.
At least he could now bombard Ricky with new videos that reminded him of the blond boy’s cat-like tendencies. Striped cat blinking slowly at the camera? That was Ricky every time they facetimed, trying and failing to blink the sleep out of his eyes as he lay in bed. They would fall asleep together, Gyuvin always waking up with his airpods and phone dead, but his heart full.
Gyuvin turned to the side, fluffy brown hair flattening beneath him and grabbed his phone, smiling at the picture of a puppy and kitten cuddling Ricky had forced him to set as his lock screen. He had taken the picture himself of strays he saw last time he was in Paris and immediately sent it to Gyuvin. The image of world-famous model Ricky Shen dropping everything on his way to a show at Paris Fashion Week of all things to coo at the animals in the middle of the street made Gyuvin feel like mush. He loved Ricky’s gummy smile so much— how his eyes would crinkle, full of joy and laughter. Ricky had set the picture as his lock screen too so that they’d match, always connected even with miles between them.
Gyuvin combed his hair back with one hand in an attempt to look somewhat presentable as he opened Facetime, the contact Dumb Kitty sitting at the top of his recent calls. Ricky picked up almost immediately, never missing a call from Gyuvin no matter what unless he was literally walking down a runway. Not that Gyuvin would call him during one, as he tried to watch as many shows as possible. He claimed it was because he was just a nice, supportive boyfriend but in reality they both knew it was a way for him to have more time staring at his face. Or his broad shoulders. Or tiny waist, or long legs. Gyuvin could go on and on about how hot Ricky was, even to his face, as Ricky’s ears would redden. He would pretend to hate it and yell (as loud as he could with his ever-so-soft voice) for Gyuvin to shut up, but they both knew he secretly loved it, the smallest smile and twinkle in his sharp eyes giving him away.
Through the grainy phone screen, Gyuvin could see Ricky lounging around in some ornately decorated hotel room. He looked gorgeous as ever, bare-faced with his platinum blond hair falling in waves around his eyes, bathed in golden light sifting through the windows.
He was curled up on a couch, the stuffed puppy plush Gyuvin had gifted him all those years ago when they first met resting loosely in his arms. He had won it after throwing his last remaining bit of cash at a Carnival Game on Santa Monica Pier, Ricky shyly hanging off his arm and softly cheering him on. “Here! Now you can think of me after I, well, you know. Have to go home.” Gyuvin had said, barely avoiding tripping over his words in clunky English, blood rushing to his face as he looked away in embarrassment. Ricky just smiled at him, looping his arms around his neck and pulling his head to the side to press his lips to his cheek, stained red by the strawberry popsicle they had shared. He had pulled away, blush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck to match Gyuvin’s as he curled in on him more, smile wider than ever. After Ricky had been scouted and started his journey to being The Ricky Shen, star model, he took the fluffy ash-brown dog everywhere he went.
It had to have been around noon where he was, the ever-changing time difference between them constantly messing with Gyuvin’s head as he tried to figure out the best time to call him. He had once gotten confused between the difference in Milan and London, and ended up being stared down by a very tired and disgruntled Ricky, pouting and pretending to fume about being woken up an hour early. He hadn’t actually been mad at Gyuvin though— especially after Gyuvin took one look at the dark room, curtains drawn closed and him tiredly rubbing his eye with hoodie covered sleeve, which he’d stolen from Gyuvin’s closet, and started profusely apologizing. Not that they could get mad at each other for real anyways, despite how much they loved to playfully fight and argue.
“Hey, what’s up Gyub?” Ricky asked, eyes bright and full of excitement. He was acting like more of an excited puppy that Gyuvin was, looking ready to start bouncing off the walls at any second. Gyuvin stared, the slightest bit confused at the amount of energy he seemed to possess despite how early it was for him.
“Nothing much. Yunseo asked me to go on some double date, and literally nobody here believes me when I say that I’m literally in love with you. I’m about to give up on trying to convince Gunwook and Yujinnie— can you believe my own son doesn’t believe in me?” Gyuvin said with an exasperated sigh, watching as Ricky laughed in the most Ricky-like way— soft giggles that sounded like angels singing to Gyuvin’s ears and his lips tightening around his smile the slightest bit to show his teeth.
“It’s always so funny how your friends think you’re a loser, Gyuvinnie. My dumb little puppy Kim Gyuvin.” Ricky responded, giggles continuing to punctuate his sentence.
Gyuvin beamed back, hearing Ricky’s laugh doing wonders to boost his mood. “Anyways, enough about me, what are you up to today?” he asked, and Ricky’s excited energy seemed to radiate even more. It was infectious, even through the shitty audio quality and tiny phone screen.
“Gyuvin! It’s the Met Gala today! I can finally show you what I’m wearing for it since it finally finished getting tailored.” Ricky replied, bouncing off the couch he was lounging on to carefully balance his phone against something sitting on his dresser. Gyuvin didn’t even realize he was already wearing his outfit, only catching glimpses of the black silk of his button down shirt that he had assumed was just like any other shirt that Ricky wore almost-daily.
Ricky let out a small triumphant puff of air as he finally secured his phone and stepped back, his mouth twisting into a slight smirk. He was wearing a black silk button down like Gyuvin thought, except that there was a ribbon cinching his tiny waist. Gyuvin could definitely wrap his hands around it fully, mouth completely drying at the thought. He swallowed thickly, remembering how he could grab Ricky’s waist to leave trailing kisses down his chest and across his abs, Ricky’s chest heaving and small pants and whimpers escaping his swollen-red lips. Gyuvin’s chest tightened at the thought, his tongue darting over his lips in an attempt to draw moisture back.
Gyuvin must have looked visibly shocked, as Ricky’s smirk just grew bigger. He took another step back, his full frame now in the vertical shot and fully visible on Gyuvin’s screen. Gyuvin’s jaw unhinged a little and his head and heart started pounding in sync louder than ever. Ricky was a fucking sight, his shirt being cropped just around his waist, a strip of skin stretching through the gap between the ribbon and- holy shit was that a skirt? Gyuvin rubbed his eyes again, but there Ricky was, standing in a tiny black miniskirt. Gyuvin felt his eyes about to pop out of their sockets, brain turning to mush as it overheated. He glanced at his milky white thighs, marks he had once left there long gone and faded. He wanted to bite the space between the hem of his skirt and the top of his thigh-high tights, to devour his mile-long legs whole.
“That’s not it dear.” Ricky crooned, his honey-like voice sticky in Gyuvin’s ears. His sleek black platform heels click-clacked on the hardwood floor as he spun around. Gyuvin nearly fell out of bed, sending a prayer to every possible deity he knew of in existence. This was it, he had died and Ricky was the first angel welcoming him to heaven. Or, more likely, the first demon accompanying his descent into hell. The shiny black silk of Ricky’s shirt stretched around his broad shoulders, tight around his back until it suddenly stopped. There was a huge heart-shaped panel cut out of the back of his shirt, and Gyuvin could see his back muscles pulsing ever-so-slightly as he tried to flex them and show them off. The slight rounding of his ass made his skirt ride up the tiniest bit in the back- where skirts were often lengthened in the back to prevent this, Gyuvin just knew Ricky requested them not to.
“Hey, hey Ricky- are other people gonna see you like this? Kim Ricky, be so serious right now- Holy shit- I don’t even-“ Gyuvin choked out, the hand clenching his phone gripping so hard that his knuckles were turning white. He felt his sweatpants grow tighter, blood pulsing through his veins with such pressure that he could feel it in his ears, his forehead and his whole body.
“Even if everyone sees this, you know I’m meant for nobody except for you.” Ricky almost purred, voice even more sickly sweet. “You know, Gyuvin, I’m alone now. Xiaoting-jie went to go pick up my makeup and hair stylists, and they won’t be here for another hour. With New York City traffic, it’s probably gonna be longer.” Eyes darting between Ricky’s lips, waist and thighs, Gyuvin’s hand drifted down to the waistband of his pants, slipping inside slowly to palm at his hardening dick.
“If you be quiet, we can have some fun. We don’t want to traumatize your poor roommate who doesn’t even believe I’m real.” Ricky grabbed his phone and placed it on his nightstand.
Gunwook wasn’t even home, as he was back home for his mom’s birthday, but that was the last on Gyuvin’s mind as stripped off his hoodie. His arms were slightly sticky with sweat and his face was on fire, his mind melting around the images of Ricky that he was saving in his head.
“Oh, you like the skirt, puppy?” Ricky asked, as he sat down on his bed, thighs rubbing together, clearly starting to feel something too.
“I’m definitely fucking you in one as soon as-fuck- I can” Gyuvin almost growled, pushing his sweatpants and boxers down around his thighs and pulling his old, stretched out t-shirt up. He bit down on it, partially in an attempt to muffle his groans but also to show Ricky how hard his dick was, jerking off slowly as his eyes were glued to his phone.
Ricky’s lips parted as his perfect pink tongue peeked out of his mouth. He bit back down on his lips as he slowly shimmied out of his skirt- not wearing anything underneath. And holy shit. Gyuvin was probably on death’s doorstep. The grim reaper would show up to his tiny apartment, fly up to the 18th floor and come knocking on his bedroom door soon. Gyuvin’s hand grew more frantic, smearing pre-cum across it to further speeding it up.
“I knew this would happen, you know. I just knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself, Gyub.” Ricky said, leaning back and opening his legs. His fingers traveled down to his hole, suspiciously already glistening and easily slid inside. Ricky moaned, the most delicious sound Gyuvin ever had the pleasure and privilege of hearing, throwing his head back in pleasure.
“Did you- oh my god- did you really prep yourself already? Were you thinking of me? Holy shit- Ricky- I need to fuck you right now, why are you in New York please come to Seoul, oh my god-“ Gyuvin rambled, sentences jumbling as the filter between his brain and his mouth vanished. Ricky, also barely able to form his own thoughts, just whimpered an affirmative response.
“I thought about you, and last time we fucked, and how you fill me up so good, Gyuvin, I miss you so much, I need you here, I need you in me.” Ricky was barely coherent, thighs flexing and trembling as his fingers sped up. The stark contrast of his unmarked skin and the tight black fabric around his thighs was sending Gyuvin’s brain into overdrive. “You always fucked me so good Gyuvin, I hate that we can only fuck for real every few months, I wish I could have you in me every day.”
Gyuvin’s eyes wandered back to Ricky’s middle and fourth fingers pumping rapidly into his hole. “Add one more” he blurted out. He wished that he was there, that his fingers, much longer and thicker than Ricky’s were able to stretch him out more. Ricky’s index finger slipped in beside the rest with no resistance, and one of the most heavenly sounds escaped him. It wasn’t just a drawn out moan followed by heavy pants— Ricky mewled, high pitched and breathy. Gyuvin was the luckiest guy in the world, and this sight, Ricky writing on luxurious sheets whimpering his name, was his to see, and only his to see.
With one final stroke, Gyuvin exploded. It was obscene— white splatters which had landed on his phone obscured the image of Ricky with three fingers buried deep in his ass, and, holy shit, was that one of Gyuvin’s old t-shirts wrapped around his dick? With one final groan, a wet spot spread across the t-shirt and Ricky flopped down on the bed.
They both lay beside each other, thousands of miles separating them but their heavy breathing still in sync. Ricky was beautiful like this, glowing and angelic, the expression on his face mirroring pure bliss.
“Gyuvinnie, I love you. I need to clean up before my sister and my stylists get here. It’s late for you, right?” Ricky said, still winded and out of breathe.
“Yeah, I love you too. Good luck out there. I know you’ll be amazing, my star.” Gyuvin replied, smiling up at his phone in his post-orgasm daze. He felt so content and satisfied— so happy that the beautiful boy he was gazing at was his and loved him back.
“Goodnight Gyuvin, dream of me”. Ricky said before hanging up, shiny wet lips turned down in a pout.
Despite how much Gyuvin wanted to stay up to see everything— Ricky completely dolled up and outshining everyone at the gala, the difference in timezones meant that he would have to be up until the sun was up again. And despite how Ricky made him feel like he was constantly teetering on the verge of death, he knew that missing his 8am lab with a TA that was definitely out to get him was not the final blow he wanted to go out from.
u/haoheavenly6
What do your boyfriend’s friends think? Do they know?
u/520spuppy (OP)
Well his coworkers and stuff don’t I guess, but his closest friends are his family and I’ve met them all so I guess yeah…
u/redpanda725
Yikes… that’s rough. Good luck, OP…
Gyuvin woke up in a daze, the previous night’s effects still catching up to him. Holy shit, that was the best he’d cum in weeks. Jerking off just to pictures— nudes that Ricky had sent from all over the world, photos of them together from last time they’d met up— just wasn’t the same as being able to watch him rail himself, as hearing him get fucked in real time.
Glancing at the time on his phone, Gyuvin jumped out of bed in a panic. He barely had time to get ready— rushing to his lab before his damn TA lowered his attendance grade any further. He didn’t even have time to check his phone or anything until afterwards, stumbling through the doors of his other best friend’s cafe completely exhausted.
“Woah, Gyuvin, another lab this morning?” Hanbin asked, sighing sympathetically as Gyuvin slid into a booth and once again slammed his head straight down on the table. He really might give himself a permanent red patch on his forehead at this point, skull denting in.
As Hanbin was making his usual coffee— some monstrously sugary chocolate drink that he would hate to make for anyone other than his favorite pseudo-younger brother, Hanbin’s very own best friend and Gyuvin’s current favorite human-sized teddy bear (since Ricky was currently halfway across the world) shrugged his backpack off and took the seat across from him.
“Hey, Hanbin-hyung, what’s up with him?” Matthew asked, pulling out his phone to start mindlessly scrolling. “8am lab” Hanbin responded, setting the huge cup of chocolate and whipped cream in front of Gyuvin, the condensation already forming a ring around the cup on the table. Matthew made a sympathetic noise, ruffling Gyuvin’s hair before scooting over to make space for Hanbin.
“Holy shit, Hanbin-hyung, look at this.” Matthew suddenly blurted out, hand clasped over his mouth in shock. “Woah, who is that?” Hanbin questioned, incredulous. “A fucking angel I guess. He’s literally glowing.” Matthew replied, staring at his phone with round, wide eyes.
“Is that from the Met Gala? I didn’t know you paid attention to fashion.” Hanbin questioned, wiping droplets off Gyuvin’s cup with a frown. “Well, Keshi was there… but that’s not the point!” Matthew exclaimed, ears turning red. “It says here that his name is Ricky? Ricky Shen?” he added, Gyuvin’s head snapping up so fast he might’ve gotten whiplash.
He snatched Matthew’s phone, mouth falling open as he took in the sight. Ricky had worn a pair of snow-white wings that sprouted out of the cutout in his back, looking as ethereal as ever. A black ribbon wrapped around his neck, tied in a neat bow (if he zoomed in and squinted, he would’ve been able to make out the letters KGV embroidered in black thread, sitting tightly around his neck. But what Gyuvin didn’t know couldn’t hurt him). He was dripping in silver chains, having them draped across his neck, his waist, his thighs and interwoven into his hair. If he thought Ricky yesterday was shining, he was absolutely radiant now.
“Ricky always has that crazy post-nut glow”Gyuvin’s brain supplied, his usually unhelpful brain-to-mouth filter catching that at the last second. There was no possible explanation that he could give Matthew and Hanbin for saying that.
“He’s so beautiful…” Gyuvin breathed and Hanbin and Matthew shared a look. Their obvious confusion didn’t even register in Gyuvin’s mind, as he scrolled through the various angles photographers surrounded Ricky from. He got to one that was taken from the back, and he could see the ridges of Ricky’s back, tapering down into his tiny tiny waist beneath the wings, and he felt his mouth dry out again.
A voice in the back of his mind growled, the possessive streak he had flaring up— he couldn’t fathom the whole world seeing him like this. Matthew even had his own pretty boy to ogle. The worst part was that Taerae wouldn’t even be jealous— he’d definitely go as far as to agree with him. Ricky was just that angelic. Hell even Yunseo, who swears to have never thought about a man like that, would have started blushing.
The thought of other men even perceiving Ricky was making the possessive demon in his heart grow stronger, the pressure on his arteries making his head pulse intensely. Taking a deep breathe in, he gulped down a mouthful of his chocolate frappucino and promptly choked. Hanbin ran to Gyuvin’s side of the table and started hitting his back profusely, the pictures of Ricky long forgotten in Hanbin and Matthew’s minds as they tried to save Gyuvin from choking to death. The only thing on Gyuvin’s mind was Ricky, and honestly, he didn’t mind losing his last breath with those images of Ricky seared into his mind.
u/hamcat
Maybe next time you guys meet, make him travel to where you live and he can meet your friends!
“My friends think you’re an angel. And that you glow.” Gyuvin blurted out as soon as Ricky picked up the phone. “They saw pictures of you.”
“Well, the post-nut glow was pretty crazy. All thanks to you, Gyub.” Ricky giggled, Gyuvin rolling his eyes back at him. “Hey! I know you thought it too!” He retorts, not that Gyuvin was even arguing with him in the first place.
Not that they ever even fought for real at all, still completely wrapped up in their honeymoon phase almost three years after it started. If Ricky ever seriously got mad at Gyuvin, he thought he truly might wilt and die.
“Anyways, Gyuvin, sit down, I have to tell you something.” Ricky said, eyes as sparkly as ever. Gyuvin slowly dropped to the floor, leaning against the door of his bedroom. “Good puppy.” Ricky giggled. The effect that he had on him was insane, as he buried his face in his arm to try to stop Ricky from seeing the heat quickly spread across his face.
Gyuvin slapped his own cheeks, bringing his hand up to ruffle his hair as he stared back at Ricky. “Well, what is it, kitten?” he replied, it being Ricky’s turn for a slight pink blush to spread across his face.
“YSL is hosting some show with up-and-coming models next week and they want me to help host it., since, you know” Ricky’s smile becoming more gummy-like and heart-shaped as he spoke.
“Aww my famous super-talented youngest-ever-in-history global ambassador.” Gyuvin cooed. If Ricky was sitting in front of him, he probably would have pinched his cheeks and ruffled his hair, but he would settle for watch his nose scrunch up cutely instead.
“Where are you heading next? Paris? Shanghai?” Gyuvin asked, and Ricky’s smile grew even wider.
“Not telling!” he giggled in response. He was definitely going to Shanghai then, Gyuvin thought. Nothing else in the world would make him happier than to return to his hometown. It was close enough that Gyuvin could try to book flights for a few day long trip, especially since he would finally be free the next week (if he survived his freaking stats midterm).
“C’mon, Ricky! If you’re heading to Shanghai next week, I can definitely try and meet up with you there. I might have to dig into my savings a bit, but you know I’m more than happy to for you and-“ Gyuvin started rambling, the prospect of finally being able to travel to see Ricky make his heart beat faster with puppy-like excitement.
“I’m not heading to Shanghai, Gyub! You know I’d take you there with me if I was. You’ll know soon, I promise! Anyways enough about me, I wanna hear about your day.” Ricky replied, leaning back against the headboard of his bed. Gyuvin decided to drop it for now— if Ricky wanted to keep it a secret, there had to be a good reason for it. And Gyuvin trusted Ricky with his life, knowing that he would never do anything to hurt him.
“Well, today I went to watch Yujin’s soccer game, and he did so well! Did you know he scored a goal and won the match for them? And-“ Gyuvin started babbling about his day, animated as ever, his hand that wasn’t holding his phone waving around wildly. Ricky just smiled back, and Gyuvin could see the love reflecting back in his perfectly lined eyes.
He really was the luckiest guy ever.
u/rae_714
Maybe you need to do something big and dramatic to send a message to your friends that you’re taken, or at least not willing to be set up on dates and stuff. Then, at least they’d leave you alone about that, even if they still don’t believe you’re in a relationship.
A few days later, Gyuvin woke up to a text from Ricky, asking him to get to Incheon Airport later that evening. Apparently, Xiaoting was flying back to China and had a layover in Korea, so Ricky had sent gifts for Gyuvin along with her.
Ricky was still oddly secretive about what he had gotten him, but Gyuvin still trusted him. After all, it wouldn’t have been that important if Xiaoting could just deliver it to him, rather than giving it to him in person.
Not wanting to take a taxi, Gyuvin resorted to begging Hanbin to drive him there. He even offered to take a shift for free at his cafe later on, even though he knew Hanbin couldn’t say no to his favorite younger brother.
He doubted Hanbin would let him work at his cafe anyways, having burnt a batch of muffins to a crisp last time he offered to help out. It wasn’t even his fault— as he was lounging around, waiting for the kitchen timer to ring, he had received some very interesting pictures from Ricky. So interesting, in fact, that he had nearly sprinted to the bathroom to well, react accordingly (read: jerk off). He had stumbled out of the bathroom, completely blissed out, to Hanbin frantically waving smoke around the kitchen with a paper plate, trying everything to prevent the fire alarm from blaring.
Nevertheless, Hanbin agreed to drive Gyuvin to the airport. It may have partially been because Taerae, the only other person Gyuvin knew that had a car, would probably make Gyuvin do something in return— going over to his apartment to cook or clean or do the work that Taerae hated doing. And even though Matthew would probably pout and tell Taerae to stop bullying him, he wouldn’t do anything else to help him either, Taerae’s evil tendencies rubbing off on him after dating for so long.
Hanbin still seemed skeptical at Gyuvin’s explanation as to why he needed to go to the airport. “So… you’re going to meet a girl? Who’s the sister of the person you’re dating? Who nobody is sure even exists?” Hanbin asked, slightly concerned. His face scrunched up like it did whenever he was confused, scratching his head with one hand as he kept the other on the wheel. “Gyuvin, are you sure you haven’t been like, I don’t know, catfished or something? You really shouldn’t go meet random people off the internet, especially if you think they’re the sister of whoever you’re dating.”
“Hyung! I’ve told you that I’ve met her before! I didn’t even meet the love of my life online, I don’t even know how many times I’ve had to tell you this.”
“If you say so, Gyuvin…” Hanbin’s face was still full of concern as he pulled into the parking lot. Together, they walked to where the arrivals were, Gyuvin buzzing with excitement. He had met Xiaoting years back when he had met Ricky, and she’d watched them fall in love that one fateful summer. She was like a pseudo-older sister to him too (and hopefully a future sister-in-law… but Gyuvin had to stop thinking about that for now before his brain went down a crazy rabbit hole).
An announcement for a flight arriving from New York City came through the speakers, and Gyuvin jumped and ran towards the front of the barrier, looking for her, Hanbin slowly trailing behind.
“Jie, over here!” he exclaimed as he saw her, smiling. “Hao-ge, you’re here too?” he said, turning to Ricky and Xiaoting’s cousin. They had met once, when Ricky flew him to Shanghai for his birthday the previous year. They had immediately hit it off, and still were quite close.
“Hanbin-hyung, over here!” he said, waving him over. Hanbin looked a bit strange, lips slightly parted, eyes locked on something behind Gyuvin. Gyuvin looked back, and there wasn’t anything unusual or strange— Xiaoting was rapidly texting on her phone, and Hao was fixing his hair and— oh. He was staring at Hao, completely mesmerized. Well that was unexpected.
Gyuvin turned to introduce them, feeling slightly overwhelmed that his two worlds were finally colliding.“Hanbin, this is Xiaoting and Hao, my baby’s sister and cousin. Xiaoting-jie, Hao-ge, this is-“ “Sung Hanbin, you’re gorgeous, I mean, um-“.
He was suddenly cut off by a rush of people towards them, running with their phones out.
“Holy shit, is that Ricky? Like the Ricky Shen?” he heard a girl exclaim, his head snapping immediately to where they were running towards. There was no way, Ricky had just told him that he was on a plane heading to his YSL event. They had to be mistaken, there had to be some other tall, blond person that they were all rushing towards.
Suddenly, and against all odds, he was just there. Tall, never-ending legs, shiny leather black shirt, sleek sunglasses with gold accents that stood out against the otherwise all-black outfit. He truly looked like a top model, an angel, a demon, and everything Gyuvin ever wanted.
“Well, here’s the gift I was instructed to bring” Xiaoting chirped, gesturing towards where Ricky stood, waving at phone cameras and barely flinching with the flashes that had to have been obscuring his vision.
Gyuvin started walking over without even thinking, slowly picking up speed to stand in front of Ricky. Ricky tapped a bodyguard on the shoulder to let him through, grinning widely at him and grabbing the sleeve of his grey jean jacket as soon as he stood in front of him. He threw his arm around him, never letting go of his sleeve. Ricky was melting into him, and Gyuvin felt his legs turn to jelly as he wrapped his arms around his waist, clenching his fist through the expensive fabric of his shirt. Pulling back, Ricky cupped his hand around his cheek, running his thumb across it, before letting it fall back down to his side.
“You’re really here, Gyub” Ricky breathed out, and Gyuvin could hear the blinding grin in his voice. He could see the upwards quirk of his eyes through his sunglasses as he grabbed Ricky’s other hand, running his thumb gently over his fingers.
“I should be saying that to you, Ricky. What are you doing here- I mean- how are you even here?” Gyuvin sputtered, the world blurring and muffling around him. The camera shutters and screams that were probably getting louder muted around him, and all he could see, all he could hear, all he could feel was Ricky in front of him. He fully took him in, noticing that he had to slightly glance down at him now, his growth spurt a few months ago propelling him to just taller than him.
“I’m here because I flew on a plane, dumb puppy” Ricky replied, his soft laugh the clearest it had been in months when it didn’t have to be transmitted to him through shitty phone speakers. “Let’s go, my hotel should be ready by now, we can talk there.” he said, looping his arm through Gyuvin’s.
“What about Hanbin-hyung? And Xiaoting-jie and Hao-ge?” Gyuvin asked, suddenly remembering his poor Hanbin-hyung, who he dragged all the way to the airport just to abandon.
“You don’t have to worry about them. Both Ting-jie and Hao-ge have their own rooms where I’m staying, and well, from what jie was texting me, Hao-ge is definitely gonna try to drag Hanbin to his room.”
And that was all the convincing Gyuvin needed for Ricky to lead him through the crowd of flashing lights and clicking shutters, hanging off his arm.
u/woohyun_528
Your friends should just mind their own business tbh… why should they care who you’re dating?
Stumbling hand-in-hand into a pristine, luxurious hotel room, Ricky immediately tugged Gyuvin’s jacket off and pushed him onto the massive bed. “I’ve missed you so much, baby” he murmured, before placing a finger under his chin to tilt his head up. Gyuvin surged forward to finally kiss him, throwing and arm around his neck and placing the other lightly on his waist.
Gyuvin pulled back for a second, lightly picking the sunglasses off Ricky’s face to finally stare up into his eyes. Taking his phone out of his back pocket to place on the nightstand as well, he saw a million notifications popping up. Hanbin had definitely started spamming their groupchat as soon as Gyuvin and Ricky finally reunited, and Matthew had probably seen pictures and videos of the two of them at the airport as well, no doubt sending Twitter screenshots to the rest of them as well.
But, enough about them. Gyuvin shuffled back on the bed as he pulled Ricky into his lap and shifted his legs so that the blond boy was straddling him. He leaned over to nose the side of his neck, placing gentle kisses on his tattoo as Ricky tilted his head to the side to allow for easier access, fisting his fingers through Gyuvin’s soft brown hair.
“No biting where people can see, puppy. I still have shows and events to go to here, and my makeup team would probably kill me if I showed up looking like I’ve been mauled.” Ricky breathed, letting out a soft, content moan to punctuate his sentence.
Ricky reached his hands under Gyuvin’s shirt, running his hands up his firm stomach up to his chest. Gyuvin momentarily detached himself from where he was mouthing at Ricky’s neck to raise his arms, allowing Ricky to tug his white t-shirt over his head.
“Holy shit…” Ricky whimpered, gripping tightly onto Gyuvin’s shoulders. Gyuvin’s hands fumbled with the buttons on Ricky’s shirt, finally wrestling it off of him. Grabbing Ricky’s tiny waist, he took a second to marvel at how he could fit both his hands to wrap around it perfectly. Like he was made just for him to hold.
He suddenly flipped them over so Ricky was on his back, splayed out. Gyuvin shimmied down the bed so his teeth could grip Ricky’s belt. Unfastening it with clumsy fingers, he wrestled Ricky’s pants off, pulling down a pair of Supreme briefs along with them.
“What are you wearing tomorrow? Pants? Will your thighs be covered?” Gyuvin asked, panting heavily as he rested his face on one of Ricky’s thighs.
“What? Yes, I think so, yes.” Ricky answered, slightly confused. He twisted his hands through Gyuvin’s hair again and scratched at his scalp, a wave of pleasure shooting down Gyuvin’s spine.
That was all Gyuvin needed before he dove in, kissing and biting the space between Ricky’s hip and thigh, grabbing him so hard that he would probably wake up with bruises in the shape of Gyuvin’s finger imprinted on him.
“Ever since you wore that fucking skirt, I’ve been thinking about this. If the whole world was gonna see your thighs under that tiny little thing, you should’ve had me come and mark them up. So that everyone knows who they belong to.” Gyuvin grunted, movements becoming more intense as Ricky bucked his hips up. He continued to lick and suck and worship them, the milky white skin already turning red and ever so slightly purple.
Ricky writhed around, moaning. He was embarrassingly worked up from just Gyuvin’s words and the stimulation on his thighs. “Shut up and fuck me already, please.” He whimpered, fisting his hands tightly around his hair.
“Not yet, kitty, you gotta be patient. Let me fuck you with my fingers first at least.” Gyuvin replied, reaching a hand up and poking at Ricky’s swollen, cherry-red lips. They easily parted, as Ricky’s mouth surrounded two of Gyuvin’s fingers, licking at them to coat them fully. Gyuvin stared at his pink tongue darting out to cover his long fingers, mesmerized by the sight.
“You gotta suck my dick later, Ricky.” Gyuvin said, voice slightly shaky after he deemed his fingers wet enough. He slowly rubbed Ricky’s hole in circles, before Ricky had enough and tugged on Gyuvin’s hair again, whining.
“Okay, kitty, I got it, I got it. You don’t have to make me go bald before I even finish college.” Gyuvin whined back, finally slipping a finger into his warmth. He slowly fucked him, and Ricky moaned so deliciously. “Are you ready for another one?” he asked, and Ricky whined loudly in agreement.
“Use your words, baby.” Gyuvin said, speeding up. “Please, Gyub, fuck me, your fingers are so long- holy shit- I never feel like this with just mine- ah-“ Ricky choked out, moans getting louder as Gyuvin finally slipped a second finger in. He scissored them back and forth, stretching Ricky out even more.
As he dipped his head back down to mouth at Ricky’s chest, something suddenly clicked in his head. Oh my god, looking back at it, Gyuvin was so dumb. How didn’t he get it earlier? “Holy shit, Ricky, your YSL event is in Seoul, isn’t it?” Gyuvin asked, abruptly stopping the movement of his hand.
Ricky just stared back down at him incredulously. “Did you just figure out, with your fingers literally up my ass?” he asked. “Yes, the event is in Seoul, but please, can we talk about this later, I need you to fuck me now.” he whined again, sounding needier than he ever has.
Gyuvin complied, the sound of Ricky begging going straight to his dick, which had a voice in his mind way louder than anything else. He slammed his fingers back in, thrusting them rapidly as Ricky wailed in pleasure, back arching off the bed.
“I’m ready, Gyub, please, just fuck me, I’ve been wanting this for so long.” And who was Gyuvin to say no to him?
He quickly tore his pants off, giving his dick a few pumps before shuffling over to Ricky’s mouth. “Suck.” he ordered, the lack of lube requiring spit so he didn’t hurt him.
Ricky’s eyes widened as he realized what was going on. He wrapped his shiny, spit-covered lips around Gyuvin’s dick as he tried his best to cover all of it. And Ricky’s mouth felt so, so good, Gyuvin groaning as he was surrounded by wet warmth. Ricky gazed up at him, eyes wet and shiny with tears forming in the corners, lips so round and red, wrapping him tightly, and it took everything in him not to buck into his mouth.
Gyuvin slowly pulled back out, holding his hand out for Ricky to spit into as he stroked his dick a few more times, making it even more wet and readjusted himself so he was towering over Ricky, effectively pinning him into place.
He slowly guided his dick into him, both of them moaning together as Gyuvin leaned down to touch their foreheads together. Ricky felt so good, especially after having only video calls and pictures to jerk off to for months.
“You can move now, please, fuck me.” Ricky breathed, hands raking over Gyuvin’s back, nails dragging down as Gyuvin slowly started pumping into him.
He sped up, and Ricky leaned up to give tiny little kitten licks (heh) on Gyuvin’s collar bones, attaching his mouth to any skin he could. Gyuvin felt a light pressure on his chest, traveling up his neck as Ricky sucked his skin.
Ricky’s moans grew louder, more high-pitched, more frantic, as he jerked around beneath him. Gyuvin knew he was close too, and soon, it was over embarrassingly fast for both of them. Turns out, being in a long distance relationship wasn’t the best for stamina when you finally got to fuck your lover after so long apart.
With one finally shudder, Gyuvin felt something sticky land on his stomach, as he released into Ricky’s hole. Slowly pulling out, he rolled over and flopped down beside him. Once again, Ricky was the picture of complete bliss, glowing as his chest heaved up and down.
After a few moments of lovingly gazing into each other’s eyes, Gyuvin got up to get a few towels from the bathroom to clean up. He did a double take looking in the mirror, his chest and neck littered with darkening bruises. Quickly wiping himself down, he grabbed a towel and threw it towards Ricky.
“Hey! It looks like I got attacked by a wild cat! What the hell, dude!” Gyuvin exclaimed as Ricky slowly blinked up at him, eyes full of laughter.
“Are you seriously calling me dude after you just had your dick in me? At least your friends might believe I’m real now.” he giggled, whipping a pillow back at Gyuvin.
“Well they kinda have to now, finally.”
u/bulbasaur_irl
Are there any updates? I’m so invested in this lol.
Ricky’s event went off without a hitch. He was the perfect host alongside another model friend of his, Jiwoong. Gyuvin watched from the front row seat that Ricky was able to get him, heart full of pride for how far Ricky had come.
Later that evening, Gyuvin had invited them both, along with Hao and Xiaoting and the rest of his friends over to his and Gunwook’s apartment.
Gyuvin barely gave them any warning, but all of them, eager to meet Gyuvin’s apparently very real boyfriend, dropped all their plans to make it.
Matthew, seemingly still not over the shock that Gyuvin’s boyfriend was apparently very real, and also apparently Ricky Shen, had been easily convinced to bring homemade cookies for them. Taerae would probably claim that he helped as well, even though they all knew that he probably just stood in the kitchen trying to distract Matthew like the menace he was.
With a hand laced with Ricky’s, Gyuvin fumbled with his keys, trying to open his door with one hand as Gunwook pulled it open. His eyes darted between Ricky, curled around Gyuvin’s arm like a shy cat, and Gyuvin’s neck, littered with marks he had given up on covering. “Holy shit, you didn’t tell me that your apparently very real boyfriend was a vampire.” Gunwook said, staring at them in shock.
“Well, this is Ricky, and he’s very real.” Gyuvin replied, nose scrunching. Ricky just giggled. “I found it very funny that you guys thought Gyuvin was too much of a loser to have a committed relationship and that I wasn’t real.”
Later that night, when all of them were lounging around on the couches, Ricky had curled up into his side like a cat. Upon confirming that Ricky was in fact, Gyuvin’s very real boyfriend (“I didn’t even know Gyuvin was dating a guy!” Gunwook had exclaimed, Yujin nodding along in agreement), they had easily integrated him, Hao, Xiaoting and Jiwoong into their group.
They watched as Hanbin fumbled his way through trying to talk to Hao, face red and Hao laughing along. At some point, Jiwoong had nudged Ricky and whispered to him, asking if Taerae and Matthew were open to a third, and Gyuvin promptly choked on the cookie he was munching on. Yujin, who was sitting on his other side, gave him a confused look and pounded his back a few times, before going back to staring Ricky down.
Gyuvin jumped up to go grab a glass of water, and Yujin finally spoke up, Ricky shrinking slightly beneath his intense gaze despite being years older. “If you hurt Gyuvin, I’ll kill you.” he said, not quietly either, since Gyuvin was able to hear him from the kitchen. He chuckled under his breathe as Ricky jumped to defend himself, claiming that he’d never do anything to hurt Gyuvin. “Well, except for completely destroying my neck yesterday.” Gyuvin added, plopping back on the couch with a laugh as Gunwook hurried to slap his hands around Yujin’s ears.
Matthew still seemed to be in shock, every time his eyes wandered over to Ricky, then lingering on Jiwoong as Taerae, whose lap he was sitting on, whispered something in his ear that made his ears go red.
Gyuvin looked around the room, his best friends surrounding him and the love of his life clinging to his side. His heart had never felt fuller.
u/520spuppy
UPDATE: he met my friends! I think a couple of them are still processing it, but they finally believe he exists!!!