dreamscapes {gyuricky}

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TW: Slight mention of mature themes and the theme of Sinophobia. Reader discretion is advised.

"how do you know that i wanted it?!"

"you've been staring at me on and off like crazy." said ricky, starting to laugh at gyuvin's flustered voice. he watched as the boy made a bunch of noises before storming out of the room.

ricky had confirmed with himself at the mall to scrap his plan of playing with gyuvin's feelings. after talking to junsung's sister, juri, ricky wanted to move on from that jerk.

now, he just had to clarify if he was developing feelings for gyuvin.

"wait, gyuvin!" he yelled, walking behind the boy. "i have something for you." ricky watched as gyuvin turned around, making his heart flutter just a bit. ignoring the feeling, ricky grabbed inside the bag and pulled out a dog plush.

"you were looking at it, so i got it for you!" said ricky, extending his hand out. he watched as gyuvin stared at it and smiled slightly. the action caused his heart to beat fast, as if he was having a panic attack.

"i love it. thank you." whispered gyuvin, walking into what ricky believed was his room. ricky followed him inside and sat down on a chair. he observed how the other flopped on his bed.

there was a hint of awkwardness that lingered in the air that suffocated ricky. despite their shared space, an invisible barrier erected itself, casting a shadow over their connection and leaving ricky feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

as he sat in the chair, the silence enveloped him, punctuated only by the soft creaking of the floorboards beneath his feet; each second stretched into an eternity, amplifying the unease that hung in the air, a testament to the unspoken words that lingered between them.

"give me your wrist." the words hung in the air, heavy with implication, as ricky's gaze bore into gyuvin's unwavering facade. despite the weight of the request, ricky watched as gyuvin's demeanor remained stoic, his expression betraying little of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

in the room's stillness, ricky's pulse quickened as he got up from the chair and walked over to gyuvin. he began to feel his heart beat loud and louder, as if it was trying to suffocate him.

"i'm going to try something. you might want to distract yourself."

"why?" ricky's voice trembled slightly as he met gyuvin's gaze, his uncertainty mirroring the shadows that danced in the depths of the other boy's eyes. the weight of their connection hung heavy.

with a hesitant sigh, he watched as gyuvin reached for his wrist, fingers trembling as they brushed against the warmth of his skin. deciding to sit down, he sat beside gyuvin, staring into the abyss.

soon, there was a pamphlet sitting on his lap saying, "so you think you can conjure up dreams?" for some reason, the pamphlet gave ricky the answer to why he was currently stuck in this predicament.

"do dreamscapers go to a special kind of doctor?"

"don't be silly; most, if not all, dreamscapers go to a regular doctor." said gyuvin, laughing. it made ricky want to laugh, so he did quietly. he hadn't fully realized that he only ever laughed genuinely with his soulmate.

"even yujin?"

"he's different. i had to take him to the countryside to get diagnosed with dreamers flu!"

"dreamers flu?" said ricky, closing his eyes. he could sense that gyuvin was getting ready to attempt to bring his dreams of seeing his mom to life.

"it's the flu but for dreamscapers." ricky observed gyuvin's frustration as he flipped through the pamphlet, seeking guidance for dealing with what seemed to be an ailment familiar to dreamscapers. with a heavy sigh, gyuvin released ricky's wrist, his expression fraught with uncertainty.