#zb1 ricky moodboard

[sakkurify]

ᰋ 🫒 ꕥ ৲

[pinkjunniie]

݁˖ . ⨯ ✩ ⋆ . 𝜗ৎ ˖ ࣪. ⊹

ᥫ᭡. ⟡ . * ꙳

[ri-tokki]

❤︎》 ᭱ 🌸🍀🐻ིྀྀ

[beomjunsite]

🐈 ≀ㅤ   ✧      ⁄⁄  ✽

｡ 🚞 ゛ ✧ ⛲️

[sugarstasia]

♡　 📏　　⁺　 ♩　　@haerinism

‎

[namjuwun]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

♡ zb1 as sanrio characters ♡ ricky - my melody

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

reqs open! | pls don't repost!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

jiwoong | hao | hanbin | matthew | taerae | ricky | gyuvin | gunwook | yujin

[konnp]

tô com saudade de tu

que tal tu voltar e multiplicar o meu 1? ou o horário desde que tu se perdeu

[wonnieloves]

𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘺 い 💿 . ♡𝆬 ۪⋆ yura yura

yura yura baby baby

[yunextdoor]

⎯⎯ ⠀ ⠀⠀darling, you are a work of art.

[seoyangi]

doctor, doctor, help me . . . 💭 /ᐠ ˵> ⩊ <˵マ

( 🍨🍀 ) 낫게 해줘 너 때문인 lovesick

[chaey2k]

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀Sex, ⠀⠀Drugs, ⠀⠀Etc. ⠀ ᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜ᰯ ⠀ ♫ 🖇 ‧

[gottlyewr]

૬ ꒰ྀི ⠀໋⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׂ⠀ ܛܧㅤ ̨ ̨ㅤR𐑦cky ㅤ!?ㅤ ೃ ㅤ𝇃𝇁

𐙚᭄ ຳ﹚ ㅤ ⃝💭 ⠀ְֺ⠀⠀ɑnd you sɑ𐑦d⠀: ⺀

一ㅤyou don't nᧉᧉd to bᧉ thᧉ k𐑦ng...

♰ֻㅤ۫ㅤֵ⠀𝅥⠀ GOTTLY DSGㅤ꒰͡⠀𝅄⠀͡꒱⠀⠀ִ⠀﹚⠀❟ㅤ

[pinkjunniie]

꒰੭ ﾟ ⸝⸝ 红花 𓈒⠀⠀𓏸 ⠀ . ໒. _

༻✧༺ ♰ 沈泉锐  ꩜ ★ 𓈒

[cwrcent]

⠳ᅟ ᅟ ᅟᅟᅟᅟ ๋⠀.// 𝒃𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑺 ‘𝑻𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑻 𝑯𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑺. 𔒮 ✱

../)) ▂▃ ..: ‘愛情真是太噁心了 ⎯⎯ 正確的？’

[4doras]

DOCTOR! DOCTOR! ౨ৎ⋆˚���⋆

how could a star player who never makes a mistake keep getting hurt? ⊹♡

basketballer!gunwook x studentnurse!reader

genre. fluff, mentions of getting hurt

wc. 1.4k

a/n. doctor doctor is stuck in my head and i’ve been wanting to make a gunwook fic, so it’s perfect timing ^_^

everyone knew park gunwook — gunwook, the star player of the school’s basketball team, gunwook, the guy who never missed a shot, gunwook, who wouldn’t miss a game for the world. he loved basketball, and everyone loved him, everyone except you.

you didn’t hate him per se, but you wouldn’t seem to find the hype around him. of course, you could agree if people spoke about his looks, but his personality? he wasn’t anything special.

more under the cut!

gunwook was flawless on the court with his precision and skill. no one could ever remember a time when he made a mistake, but lately, something odd had started. ever since you became the nurse at the clinic, gunwook had been getting injured more than usual. it was as if every time he played, he’d somehow end up with a bruise or a twisted ankle, always finding his way to you to get treated.

you couldn’t understand why he; who was so perfect, kept making these mistakes on the court. due to your slight dislike of him, you tried to keep your distance, but with each injury, you ended up seeing him more. and though you didn’t want to admit it, a small part of you wondered if it was more than just bad luck.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

“y/n?” a voice echoed through your silent office, “could you bring your kit and come to the court? gunwook got hit in the head.” you recognised the boy as one of gunwook’s friends, another basketball player. “alright, i’ll be right there.” you kept your composure light and smiley, but you couldn’t think of a way how gunwook, someone who was also known to have good agility, could’ve been hit in the head hard enough to need someone to care for him.

you weren’t in any rush to go over, not like the other players were, but when you noticed him rubbing his head, you figured that you might as well check, turning your slow walk into a paced jog.

as you made your way over, you noticed his friends were acting a bit… strange. they weren’t laughing or making jokes, but there was a weird energy between them — glances exchanged, suppressed smiles, like they were all in on something. gunwook wasn’t in much pain, just a bit shaken, but his friends were acting like everything was perfectly normal, almost too normal, considering the situation. you couldn’t put your finger on it, but the way they behaved around gunwook left you feeling a little suspicious. they weren't concerned, not in the way you'd expect after an impact like that, making you wonder if they were up to something.

you crouched by him, holding him up so he’d sit up properly, had he been laying down flat before. “does it hurt here?” you gently put pressure on his forehead, unsure of where he got hit. “a little,” his voice carried a hint of discomfort, “it’s kinda like… here.” he took your hand off of his forehead, bringing it to the side of his head. “tell me when it hurts.” you gradually applied more and more pressure on the area, promptly hearing a wince. “i think you’ll be okay, just be careful. follow me, i’ll get you some ice.” you got back up, extending your hand toward him, offering him help to get back on his feet.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

he sat in front of you, waiting for whatever help you could give. once you looked at gunwook closer, you noticed a few scratches on his hands and a small cut on his forehead. it wasn’t serious, but you still reached for some ointment and a plaster to tend to the wounds. carefully applying it to his forehead, you found herself realizing gunwook looked a lot cuter up close than you ever really paid attention to before. his features were soft, and even with the small scrapes, there was something about him that made him seem a bit more attractive than she’d expected. you quickly pushed the thought aside, focusing on helping him rather than letting her mind wander.

you couldn’t be thinking like this — about gunwook, or anything else that made your heart flutter a little, but it was hard. it didn’t make sense. you knew he wouldn’t like you back, and that was fine. you didn't think less of yourself, but the truth was clear: there were so many other girls that were prettier and ‘more his type’ who thought of him the same way too. you had no reason to dwell on these feelings, especially when it wouldn’t lead anywhere. you couldn’t let herself get caught up in something pointless.

“focus, y/n. don’t daydream, your patient is hurt!” he whined, playing a small pout on his lips. “i’m not… i’m just a bit tired.” you hoped your lie was strategic enough, but acting wasn’t your major. he could see straight through you. “hm,” he cooed, “tired of what?” gunwook tilted his head to the side in mild confusion, the corner of his lips curled up into a playful smile as he looked at you. it was almost as if he knew that you weren’t telling the truth and was waiting for you to explain. “tired of you always coming here. i thought you were the best player, how come you keep ending up hurt?”

gunwook couldn’t help but giggle, seeing how clueless you were. you had no idea how obvious his feelings were. it was like a secret game to him, watching you so unaware of how much he liked you, despite him constantly creating a reason to find you.

gunwook knew exactly what he was doing when he’d fake an injury during basketball practice. it wasn’t that he actually got hurt, but he’d always manage to ‘slip’ or ‘twist’ something just enough to need attention. but the real reason? he loved having your attention on him. he’d sit there, trying to hide his grin, pretending to be in pain just to have you close. it wasn’t that he wanted to get hurt, but the way you cared for him made his heart race, and the excuse to see you — even for just a moment — was worth it every time.

“you’re seriously blind, huh?” he folded his arms, an irritating smirk on his lips. “i like you, silly. i’ve only been getting hurt because i wanna see you, and it wasn’t even that big of an issue… to me, at least.” gunwook couldn’t help but smile, his eyes lit up with a quiet confidence, as if the words he just said were exactly what he’d been waiting to say for a long time.

“what?” you couldn’t find the right words. you wanted to say something, anything, but the words just wouldn’t come out. every time you opened your mouth, it felt like they got stuck somewhere in your throat, tangled. the more he came to your office, it became more obvious to you that you liked him. you knew that much — maybe more than you even realized; but trying to put it into words felt impossible. it wasn’t that you were unsure of your feelings, it was just that every time you looked at him, all you could think about was how much you wanted him to know, but not knowing how to say it.

“i’m not joking, y/n. why do you think i’d keep coming here for something so small, like a cut? i could take care of that at home. i come here because i like you, because i want to see you.” gunwook looked at you, his eyes held an honesty that was impossible to miss, as if everything he was feeling was laid bare in that quiet, unwavering gaze.

“please, give me a chance, y/n.” you couldn’t say no to him, his eyes were basically kneeling in front of you, pleading for you to say yes. “you’re so desperate, it really doesn’t fit your look.” you giggled. you couldn’t believe the park gunwook was on his knees for you. “is that a no?” he said, in a much, much sadder voice. “i didn’t say it was.” you couldn’t help but laugh at his face. “i like you too, gunwook. but you better stop getting hurt for me.” you crossed your arms, pretending to look annoyed, but the playful smirk tugging at your lips betrayed you.

“i promise i’ll stop,” he put his pinky out, “and i’ll win every game for you.” his smile grew bigger. you locked your pinky with his, and pressed your thumbs together. “you better.”

[colettte]

winter and jiwoong double kill