ZB1/ZeroBaseOne Oneshots

Three trains and a coffee stain | Ricky x Gyuvin

Ricky never enjoyed coming into the city. Hustle and bustle wasn't really his thing, he was more of a sit back and let the assistant handle it typa guy. The idea of walking down a crowded street was his nightmare. Sweaty people, obnoxious car horns, that unbearable scent of hot dogs. How could anyone cope with that? Well, some people wear polyester, and he found that way more despicable. He'll never be able to understand this world.

If it wasn't for his driver, Ricky would have never stepped foot in this city. The only way he would ever agree to come here, was if his driver could take him. For the last couple years, Ricky visited more and more often. Always arriving in his sleek Rolls Royce Phantom, he'd go exactly where he needs to go, do exactly what he needs to do. Then leave the same way. It was his routine, and he never planned on breaking it.

Unfortunately for today, he didn't have a choice. His parents had arranged a dinner for him and this woman they intended him to marry, and so he had to come into the city. Now, he got to the city as usual, but only minutes after this arrival, his driver got a call about a family emergency. If Ricky was crueler, he would've said 'Your house is on fire, so what? I've got somewhere to be', but he wasn't like that, no matter how tempted he was. 

This is how Ricky ended up in his literal idea of hell. 

He had no clue where he was. He could see a street sign saying some kind of avenue, but that didn't help. He never paid attention to what places were called, that was his drivers job. He tried to remain calm, but it didn't help that people kept constantly bumping into him. His suit was worth more than their lives, these people had no care for high fashion. Frustrated and unsure of what to do, Ricky decided to start moving. You go no where if you stay still. 

He walked for a little while, thinking about what to do. He had a few hours before the meal anyway since he was planning on picking up a gift beforehand. He gave up on that idea now; he had to keep his focus on finding the hotel he was meant to meet them at. If only he hadn't left his phone in the car, he may have been able to call for help, or even look up directions. There had to be something he could do.

All of a sudden, Ricky felt someone slam directly into him, knocking him back a few steps. He was seconds away from cursing them out, when he feels his shirt get really hot and wet. He darts his eyes down, where he sees a large dark brown stain seeping into his white shirt. 

"I'm so so so so so sorry!" 

As he snaps his head upwards, his gaze meets one of panic and fear. The man kept uttering apology after apology, frantically searching for something in his pocket. Ricky eyes up the man, brunette, soft features, wearing clothes no self respecting person would wear. If his matching sweats hadn't unnerved him enough, the coffee cup in his left hand did the job. Great, he had coffee all over him and no way of getting it out. 

"Uhh shoot! I have nothing!" The man groans, dropping his hands to his side. He looks around for a few seconds, then randomly trick shots the coffee cup into the bin a few feet away. "Yes!" He clenches his fist in achievement, almost instantly remembering the problem at hand. He quickly turns back to Ricky. "I can clean your shirt for you! I can do it right now, but you'll have to come with me." 

Any other day, Ricky would have declined this offer. This man was clearly very weird, who knows where he would take him? However, he didn't have many options right now. He could either go with this strange man and get his shirt cleaned, or show up to his date with a coffee stained shirt. Death would hurt less than his pride.

 -- The first train --

This had to be some kind of public embarrassment, because Ricky and the subway don't belong in the same sentence. Somehow this weirdo had managed to drag him onto this crowded train, despite his complaints, chalking it off as the quickest mode of transport. He couldn't care less if it got him to where he needed to be at the snap of his fingers, he didn't belong in this dirty, rat infested underground.