i want to ruin you (you ruined me first) : gyuricky

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"pick up, please pick up," ricky muttered as he paced back and forth, his phone pressed up against his face with so much force it was making his cheek sore.

"who are you calling?" hao asked quietly.

"ollie."

hao winced. "i figured. you realize he's terrified of your parents, right? he's not gonna be helpful at all."

ricky rolled his eyes. "the fact that he's such a push over is literally the reason my parents haven't fired him. they like people who dote on them, so they trust ollie- but so do i. perfect double agent."

hao sighed sadly. "he's too young and cute to be the assistant of two monsters. how many times did i say- you should work at a coffee shop, ollie. you should work at a pet store, ollie. high school students aren't multibillion dollar company owners' assistants, ollie. ricky's parents are scary and might chop your head off if you serve their tea wrong, ollie."

"shhhhh. you're stressing me out."

hao snapped his mouth shut. "sorry."

the phone rang and rang, and ricky paced and paced, and hao chewed all his nails off until his fingers were bleeding.

"hello?" a small voice finally said from the other end of the call, and ricky gasped in relief, shooting hao a quick nod to confirm that the call had connected.

"ollie!"

"ricky!" ollie responded in a bubbly voice. "you haven't called in forever. how are you?"

"no. nope. not right now. fuck, are my parents up yet?"

"huh?" ollie's voice inquired. "i don't know, why?"

ricky rubbed his fingers against his temple. "something- i fucked up, and now there's this thing that they really can't see. you know what they'll do and you're one of the people they trust so i need you to please keep them off the internet. at least for an hour, until i can get it taken care of."

he could hear hao rattling with nervousness behind him.

there was silence for a moment until ollie spoke again. "i can try, ricky, but you know there's a lot of people besides just your parents that could see and bust you."

ricky swore under his breath. "i know, just- just try, okay? i'm gonna go see if i can get the post taken down right now but if my dad still checks that stupid fucking uni update account every morning then i might already be fucked."

"maybe he doesn't," hao muttered behind him, but ricky could tell by his voice that even he didn't believe that. "maybe they've cooled down. maybe they forgot about you."

"i'll try my best," ollie chirped. "but you need to call later so we can actually catch up, okay?"

ricky sighed. "alright. thanks, ol."

ollie hummed, and there was a beep to signify the end of the call, and ricky swiveled to look at hao as he tucked his phone back into his pocket.

"i already texted hanbin," hao said quickly, standing up from where he was perched on the armrest of the couch. "come on, let's go."

"i don't know where he is," hanbin said for the millionth time, and for the millionth time ricky protested.

"you live in the same fucking dorm!" (read: mansion, practically. the "dorms" where the university dance team lived was just a giant house that the whole team split rent for and shared.)

"yeah, but he's not in his room. he might have a class right now."

hao sighed, walking over to hanbin and placing himself in the boy's lap. "this is really important, hanbinnie," he said quietly, gently carding his fingers through hanbin's hair. ricky tried not to gag.