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soobnny · 10 months

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classmate au | nishimura riki

❝ did you guys see that? i was the one who taught her how to do that!❞

nishimura riki….

the absolute menace that this boy is

The Class Clown

being seatmates with him is probably the worst decision you have ever made

not bc of him and his jokes !!!!!

no he’s very funny actually

he makes you laugh all the time

he just ALWAYS whispers the wrong answer to you during oral recitation

and you ALWAYS fall for it

“what is the second stage of cell division?”

“meiosis,” he’d whisper so confidently

“m…meiosis?” you ask more to him bc u know he’s wrong but the teacher hears you anyway 😭😭😭

he is just SOOOOO !!!! unbearable

also btw he calls u by ur last name

the type to be close friends with all the teachers

he’d just casually reply to them in class (ofc in a respectful enough manner)

always makes the class laugh

he’s always doing some shit honestly like just don’t try to understand him atp

he likes to switch with the person seated behind you sometimes so he can sit beside a close friend but ALSO so he can play with your hair

ni-ki will just do ANYTHING .. put your hair in poor braids, put it in a ponytail ltrly anything

he has started his own hair salon behind you

tells you not to fix your hair for the rest of the day

so yes you end up sporting his poorly styled ponytail where some strands are sticking out

also the type to draw on your arm

in the case that he doesn’t switch with the person behind you, he’ll just start drawing on your arm

ANYTHING absolutely anything

hearts … maybe even a dick im sorry he is a Man and he will start giggling to himself when he draws it on your forearm

tbh u just let him do it

it’s bc he looks so cute … like he’s so focused on your arm while you’re focused on your teacher

during those class seminars, he is STILL seated next to you

but you guys don’t listen to the speaker most of the time

he’ll have the 8ball app loaded on his phone and you guys will just silently play billiards on his phone

changes ur contact name to “sucks at 8ball”

when it’s his turn to make a move, you try and pay attention to the speaker

but then he nudges your arm to signal that it’s your turn and he hands you his phone so you can make a move

BTW idk how to explain this but the seats r like those in the movie theaters

imagine …. your arms on the same arm rest … side by side …. touching

he is actually so slick with it

unlike jake, you’ll often find him at the volleyball court instead of the basketball court

you enjoy sitting at the sides too

ur friends like playing so sometimes they’d play against riki or on the same team as him and you’d just watch as u wait for ur sibling to get u from school

or until you can commute back home with your friends

sometimes you’d join too

BUT only after telling them you’re bad at the sport over and over and over again and them telling you it’s ok over and over and over again too

you finally join in and play volleyball with them with the reassurance that they’re just playing for fun !!!!!!

honestly it’s so much fun but Menace Riki loves to target the ball in ur direction

(it’s so you can play too since most of the time … the ball doesn’t go in ur direction so ure just awkwardly standing in ur position 🧍‍♀️)

the next day, this mf drags u out of class HIMSELF to the direction of the volleyball court and teaches you how to set

“okay, hands above ur forehead, okay? 😒” and u’re just trying to take his directions

he’d be soooooo annoying when you set a ball properly for the first time too

would ltrly turn to everyone in the court with his loud mouth and start praising you

“hey, did you guys see that?? i taught her how to do that !!! i’m her mentor”

ofc it becomes something about Him instead but it’s just cuz he can’t risk everyone knowing about his big fat crush on you

(sucks to be him bc everyone already knows like … have you seen the way he looks at you?)

he’s secretly so proud and plays volleyball with you to the side instead of playing an actual match

it’s to help you improve

bc he’s your self-proclaimed mentor 🥹

and when his friends drag him to play, he’ll insist you play too on the same team as him

you know how like .. one touch .. two touch .. volleyball is until three right?

ni-ki loves to set the ball or toss it to you so you can actually play too

your hype boy 😍😍😍😍

another funny story with this boy was when you and your friend were on your way to go home

and it started raining

ni-ki’s bff and ur bff r dating ok !!!

so naturally, his best friend leaves his side to shade his gf (ur bff) with an umbrella

now u’re left behind with riki

u do NOT expect him to grab his umbrella, open it up, and tell you to start walking with u

shields you so now you’re following behind ur dating bffs

honestly it’s actually kind of a cute memory

sharing an umbrella .. so romantic 🥰

ofc ur friends tease u !!! those who witnessed it happen and when u and ur friend r safely sheltered from the rain,, riki’s bff starts pushing him and teasing him for finally making a move

the direction ni-ki needs to go to isn’t even where he had walked u to but he still did it so you wouldn’t get sick

ANYWAYS he’s the teasing to get ur attention when he has a crush type so

good luck

expect him to always be up in your business and calling your name out

just embarrassing you in all possible ways

ALL GOOD INTENTIONS i swear

he’s just bad at expressing his feelings

u guys r just an old married couple bickering in class sometimes

your classmates start making bets on when you two will finally start dating

when he finally asks you out, his cocky teasing behavior is just thrown out the window

he stutters and scratches the back of his head and looks anywhere but to you

indirectly asks you out

“wanna eat um street foods after class?”

“who’s coming with,” you’d ask

“JUST ME… just me. just us…”

ltrly something as simple as that has him blushing all over 😭

he has no problem embarrassing u and drawing dicks on ur arms and calling ur name in the hallway and throwing an arm around ur shoulder

but the moment he asks u to eat out with him ?? even just for street food ?? bye he’s so shy and nervous

it’s SOOOO unlike him

“oh, sure!”

his eyes would light up please stop

then his cocky behavior would come back a little .. just enough to be tsundere as he is

“okay… don’t think i wanna hangout with you alone or anything. it’s just a treat for properly setting last time we played vb”

likeeee no one believes you ni-ki

the last time u played vb was like two weeks ago so why r u suddenly treating NOW

it’s actually so cute when u start dating

he has such a Soft Spot for u

LOVES annoying u but is secretly so doting like please

i hate happy couples !!!!!!!!!

i hope u guys r HAPPY <3

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chlorinecake · 6 months

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🎙️ star-crossed lovers 【薄幸な恋人】 ⛦

summ✩ry While collabing with your girl group and Enhypen for a special stage, forbidden feelings spark between you and the main dancer upon dorming together

p✩iring idol!niki x popstar!reader ✩ requested ✩

-> PART 2 HERE

genre band au, fluff, secret romance cw swearing, mild bullying, the word ‘sexy’ like once, kissing, girl drama, reader is younger than Niki wc 4.4k

“Ugh,” Serenity groaned as the hairstylist applied yet another thick layer of chocolate brown hair dye to her scalp.

“This gig better bring in some serious bank, because never in my life would I willingly collab with those overrated wannabes,” she exclaimed, taking a frustrated sip from her vanilla latte.

“Hey, people used to call us wannabe's, too, you know,” Haerin said quietly as she tucked her hands under the UV light.

“Yeah, you should be more mature about this, Serenity... like I always say, professionalism triumphs pride," you added, only half-engaged in the conversation as a certain online article caught your attention.

As the band leader, you were always in charge of everything, so Serenity and Haerin were used to you talking to them this way...

“I’m just glad that we're getting exposure,” Haerin smiled, thinking of the countless nights you and your group spent practicing routines and writing songs for auditions, "it's not often that artists like us get opportunity's to perform internationally."

“For real,” Serenity cheered, “Riot Grrlz for the win!”

The three of you put your hands out to make a circle, “Riot Grrlz for life,” Haerin exclaimed, forgetting that her nails hadn't fully dried yet.

"Whoops," she giggled, just as Jade, the oldest of your group, made her way from the bathroom.

“What took you so long in there?” Serenity asked cheekily, “I thought we were gonna have to call the fire department.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Jade returned, taking a seat beside Haerin so she could get her nails done, too.

“You were talking to the enemy, weren’t you,” Serenity accused.

“No, Ren, I didn’t go behind your back and sell my soul to the devil for fame.”

“Not that enemy,” Serenity grinned, “I'm talking about Mr. Six Foot Moon Eyes.”

“Oooooo,” Haerin amused, pulling your attention away from your phone.

“Ugh, let it up guys. My crush on Sunghoon is long gone, especially now that we’re gonna be working together. Besides, I would never act so recklessly over romance.”

“Who said anything about reckless romance,” you teased, unintentionally giving Jade a full view of the article your were reading on your phone.

"Nobody,” she began, “but I’m surprised you even heard that over all your internet-stalking.”

You were scrolling through a K-Pop news feed when you came across a post.

It was titled: "Enhypen Rumored By Netizens To Be Collabing With THIS Rookie Western Girl Group."

"Shush," you whisper-yelled at Jade, "unless you’re trying to get our record deals pulled!"

Just last week, your management team made you and your group sign a contract of secrecy, swearing silence regarding unpublicized business projects and associations: this included your upcoming collab with Enhypen that Jade nearly just spoiled.

Although, in all honesty, the blog's use of the word "rookie" bothered you more than potentially breaking any contract rules.

"Relax, boss, it's practically a ghost town in here," Jade defended, drawing your attention to the near vacant salon space.

Ding.

It was an email from your manager.

He wanted to inform you all that your chauffeur would be ready around 2:45am to bring you guys to the airport.

"Jeez," you mumbled to yourself, "looks like I'm not getting much sleep tonight."

“Shit,” Serenity whined, “I haven’t even made enough time to brush up on my Korean yet!”

“Luckily me and Haerin here are bilingual baddies,” Jade giggled, giving the cat-eyed girl a fist punch.

“Ahh, watch my nails!!”

▶︎ ၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| • • •

Your company's fashion crew was experimenting with different concepts, assigning each of your members an individual color to permanently represent: Serenity was teal, Jade was purple, Haerin was white, and you were pink.

Some time passed, an you and your group arrived in South Korea around 3:00pm.

Thanks to the fashion tech your management team hired, it wasn't obvious that you and the girls had been in and out of sleep for the past 13 hours.

You couldn't help but stalk the headlines about your group, as rumors about your Enhypen collab continued to spread like wildfire.

So much for swearing silence and secrecy, you thought to yourself.

South Korean pop media had already seemed to build a vendetta against your group, given that you were young, talented, and most importantly, from the states. The xenophobia of most K-netizens was disheartening at best, but you understood that hate was a part of success.

Besides, you were living the dream of many engenes at the moment — most of them would sell their siblings to be in your shoes right now.

“Ahh! This is unreal!!” Jade cheered excitedly in the back of the limousine. You guys had just left the airport around thirty minutes ago, after getting past the pesky crowd of paparazzi.

“I know right? Korean McNuggets slap way harder than back home,” Haerin added while munching on the salty snack.

“Don't get too comfy, Rinnie. We will leave you here,” Serenity joked.

You hadn't even realized the radio was playing until a certain guitar riff blared from the ceiling speakers.

"Oh hell no," Serenity immediately cringed, covering her ears as you, Jade, and Haerin exchanged knowing look, bringing imaginary microphones to your mouths in unison.

It was Enhypen's song Blessed-Cursed, Jay’s voice singing "We go!" over the radio.

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, GO!!" The three of you cheered, obnoxiously dancing to the choreo while sitting.

Memories of your group (minus Serenity) binge watching music videos at sleepovers resurfaced in your mind.

Usually, you'd only listen to throwback hits like Britney Spears or Rihanna, mostly because Rnb and Pop beats inspired your own art.

Still and all, Blessed-Cursed was one video that the three of you fell in love, way before your upcoming collab was even a thought.

"Don't get mad when I start recording you clowns," Serenity threatened, thoroughly amused by your behavior.

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Upon arriving outside the Hybe Building, a trio of body guards guided you and your girls to an office room where the seven boys stood awkwardly around a large table.

Part of you still couldn't believe this was all actually happening, despite it being right in front of you.

“Hello! We are Enhypen,” Jungwon bowed as the guards exited the room.

Jay visibly cringed at his leaders words, “I promise we were told to introduce ourselves like that. Please don’t judge us.”

“Well, uhm… H-hi,” you stuttered, feeling a bit nervous, “We are the Riot Grrlz. It’s a pleasure being able to work with you all.”

Niki, the tallest of the boys, caught your attention immediately as he greeted you with a peace sign.

Was he always this cute?, you thought to yourself.

That’s when a lady dressed in all black barged through the glass door on the other side of the room.

“Sorry to interrupt… well, not really. Me and the Enhypen boys are already well familiar with each other, but you ladies can call me Kim,” she greeted, waltzing into the office as if owning the place.

She was a fast talker, so you knew you’d have to pay attention to what she was saying or else you might miss something.

“I hope you made use of each others time and gathered everyone’s names? Phone numbers?”

”We were just in the middle of that before you came in, Miss Kim,” Sunoo clarified.

“Very well then. You have a total of 15 minutes to lock in dorming arrangements. As you’ll see on this clipboard here…”

She paused mid-sentence, holding the clipboard dumbly.

“God, can one of you take this thing already?”

“Oh- sorry,” Heeseung chuckled nervously, taking the clipboard from the fiery woman.

“As I was saying, there are four rooms for the eleven of you to somehow divide. And no, just because you’re all hormonal young adults, none of you get a free pass to break the no-dating rule.”

“No-dating rule? What is this, a detention center,” Serenity mumbled.

Kim cleared her throat, feigning a smile as she glared at Serenity with narrowed eyes, “This is a place of utmost professionalism, Princess Land of The Free. If you have a problem adhering to the rules in place here, you are more than welcome to leave.”

“A-and after that? The fifteen minutes, I mean,” Haerin blurted out shyly.

“All of you will meet back in the main lobby, where you will be guided accordingly.”

Miss Kim turned of her black boots, beelining to the door with powerful strides, “The timer starts now” she called out, closing the door behind her.

And with that began your group discussion of rooming arrangements. Unfortunately, though, things didn’t get off to a particularly nice start.

“Are you effing kidding me?” Serenity asked rudely, screwing her eyes toward a now annoyed Heeseung, “Why can't we just get separate hotel rooms?!?”

“Look, there's no perfect way to go about this," he sighed, crossing out the roommate pairs you all had just agreed on. "So you either humble yourself, or sleep in the bathtub for the next two weeks."

“Really guys, the math is simple,” Jake started, “There’s eleven of us and only four rooms to choose from. Nine of us will be divided in groups of three, and the remaining two will share the last room together.”

"Cool! Me, ____, and Jade can share the first room together!" Haerin obliged with a smile.

"Perfect, and where will I go?" Serenity questioned, mocking Haerin's excitement.

"The bathtub, right?" Jay teased, provoking Serenity to argue with him.

Meanwhile, you attempted to make peace with everyone willing to listen, “Guys, I agree with Jake. We need to make a decision quickly before Kim gets back.”

“Right. Everyone in favor of room number 1, provide a show of hands,” Heeseung said, Jay and Jake raising their hands with him.

"And for room 2?" Jungwon initiated, raising his hand with Jade and Haerin.

A pout formed on Jade's face once she realized that Sunghoon wasn't in the same pair as her.

"3's the magic number, I guess…" Sunghoon offered, Serenity raising her hand with him.

Now it was just you, Sunoo, and Niki remaining.

"I'll group with 3, too. All of our name's start with "S," so it just makes sense that way," Sunoo joined shyly.

"Welp, now that leaves the final room for me and..."

"Me..." Niki spoke with a deep voice, flashing a mysterious half-smile-half-smirk that you knew would haunt your mind later.

"Me and me... the odd one's out! Wow, that's actually perfect!" Jake cheered just as the lady in black strut back in.

“Times up,” she said, taking the clipboard from Heeseung to analyze the finalized dorming plans.

“Hmm, interesting,” she mumbled to herself, tucking the clipboard under her arm.

You all made your way down to the main lobby, just as Kim instructed.

One of the security guards mentioned that Hybe suggested a dinner outing for your group and Enhypen as a way to end the night before you started work the next day… or maybe it was mostly a way to officially confirm the rumors about your collab.

Upon arriving, everyone sat at separate tables, divided according to who they agreed to room with.

Although Niki seemed quiet at first, you and him were giggling the babies the entire time you ate.

“Poor Jungwon. He’s gonna be sandwiched between Jade and Haerin for the next two weeks, his biggest fans,” you joked.

“Nah, Sunghoon and Sunoo have it way worse. Serenity’s attitude is enough to send me running,” Niki chuckled, shaking his head.

"Speaking of running, how come you were appointed leader over your group even though you’re a baby," Niki teased.

"Not you baby-shaming me! I was born in 07', you've barely got any experience on me."

"I've had an entire YEAR to catch up on things, for your information."

"Things like what? Potty training?"

"Pfft, probably..." he replied, going quiet for a second before continuing, "If you ever need help, though, I don’t mind practicing with you after hours.”

"Sounds like fun, but that might be past my bedtime," you pouted playfully, taking one of the fries off his plate.

"Hmm."

"Hmm what?"

"Nothing, I just didn't take you as the type to follow rules," he smirked, taking a sip from his soda.

"I guess it depends on what rules we're breaking. Whether it’s worth it or not."

"So rule breaking is a “we” thing now, huh?"

"Probably..." you smiled, the cool breeze of the foreign air sending shivers down your spine.

Or maybe that had something to do with Niki?

Before you knew it, it was time to head back to your dorms for the night. You knew rehearsals in South Korea were taken a lot more seriously than where you're from, so you needed all the rest you could get.

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Day one was easy.

The main focus was recording voice samples in the studio, experimenting with different harmonies, and training your vocals as needed.

Now you were on day two, which started with a quick vocal session, leading into the dance rehearsal warm-up right after. After stretching, the studio was split in half, girls taking the left side and boys taking the right.

You all wore numbers on your back. This way, there wouldn’t be any confusion when any of your were being called.

Niki was assigned number eleven, and you had number one.

According to Jake, the numbers were disseminated based on skill level, and out of the 11 of you, that made Niki first place… and you the very last.

As rehearsals went on, your placement was proving to be true.

You were struggling to keep up with the choreography and it was really starting to bug you.

"Are you feeling okay," Niki asked as you sighed for what sounded like the hundredth time.

"Yea, I'm fine, it’s just this footwork is a bit tricky," you admitted.

“Aww, the smallest number for our most inexperienced contributor,” Serenity teased, making a pass at both your age and inability to get this one move right.

“I may be the youngest out of all of us, but I was appointed head over our group for a reason,” you snapped back.

“Yea… and it still shocks me to this day,” she mumbled, Jade and Haerin pausing to listen now.

You scoffed at her ignorance, putting your hands on your hips, “As if you could lead the Riot Grrlz any better.”

Serenity gave you a look that made you wanna drop here right there in front of everyone.

You never understood why she always had an attitude over the simplest things, and given the current work setting, your tolerance for her bull crap was at an all time low.

“Right, the Riot Grrlz. “Rookie Western Girl Group,” huh? And you expect me to be proud of that?”

“With pride of lionesses, of course,” Jade pitched in, leaning down to fasten her shoelaces.

“We should really keep working on our routine, guys,” Haerin mumbled quietly, causing the raging brunette diva to roll her eyes.

Meanwhile, the boys seemed to be getting along rather well with their part of the routine, completely blind to the chaos brewing at their left.

And by the boys, I mean all of them except Niki and Jake, who were both too distracted by your girl drama.

Way to go embarrassing myself again, you thought to yourself

“You’re new to this sort of training, aren’t you,” Jake asked curiously.

“What, did my shitty dance moves give it away?”

You know it wasn’t Jake’s fault, but you were started to doubt your abilities as an artist and performer.

Even Serenity felt as though you were letting your group down.

“You’re not a shitty dancer, ____,” Niki answered, walking closer to you.

“Yeah, Niki’s right. You shouldn’t put so much pressure on yourself,” Jake added.

“Exactly! Just focus on your strengths,” Serenity pitched in, “your vocals, for example. You might ruin the dance routine, but at least you’ll save all the high notes with Heeseung.”

It was clear that you and Niki were equally fed up with Serenity’s toxicity.

“Okay, can everybody clear out for a moment," Niki clapped, causing everyone to back up against the walls almost instantly.

He pulled you by the hand, turning you to face him as he called out to Sunoo, "Put on a random dance track, real quick. Something upbeat, please."

“Gotcha!”

Turning back to you, Niki took your chin in his hand, making your eyes meet his. “Just follow my lead, okay?” He whispered, taking off the bracelet he wore before sliding it on your wrist, “Do you trust me?”

“Niki...” you started, not sure of what he was trying to do.

“I need you to feel the music, ____. Let it control you," he said, stepping away as a short remix of "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls blared from the radio.

You could hear an amused Serenity and Sunghoon chuckle a bit at Sunoo’s choice of song, but Niki remained serious.

His gaze met the ground before he started freestyling to the song, letting his mind and body get used to the rhythm as he flowed to the beat. You stood awkwardly beside him, not feeling up to dance at the moment.

He caught sight of you standing and nudged your shoulder, "Loosen up, ____," he smiled, finally starting to feel the song himself.

You started by mirroring his movements at first, adding a few steps to make it fit your own style more.

"See? Now you're getting it," he encouraged again, pulling you toward him so you could dance together.

Your friends and the boys cheered you and Niki on while you two danced as if choreographed.

The track ended with Niki's had on your waist, both of your chests heaving from all the action.

Haerin's jaw dropped as she struggled to find the right words or any words to say, “That was…”

“Sexy!” Heeseung smirked while playfully fanning himself, making Niki turn his face in embarrassment.

You could feel your own face getting hot now, too, especially with everyone staring.

"Relax, Rinnie, you're acting like you've never seen a guy dance with a girl before," Jade chuckled.

"N-not... n-never like THAT,” Haerin said with a shocked face, “____, you're amazing!"

"Thanks," you smiled shyly, eyes falling back the bracelet Niki put around your wrist.

"Keep it... it's a good luck charm," he replied softly.

"Alright, alright. You guys can loosen up each other's buttons on your own time," Serenity snapped, interrupting everyone's gawking.

"Right... On second thought, it’s time for our break," Jay called, handing you and Niki a rag for your sweat.

"Great job, you guys. See you in 20," Jungwon added.

"Come on, girls," you chirped, picking up your gym bag as you took a sip from your water jug, heading towards the studio exit.

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The rest of the day continued according to your work schedule. One vocal practice followed the other as the initially difficult routine felt more natural with each retake.

You also made a stop by Hybe's fashion team, getting your measurements taken so they could design your outfit for the upcoming stage.

Although this was a work trip, you were having a blast in Korea so far. You liked getting to work with the new people and trying different foods. You especially liked being roomies with Niki.

He was super talented, chill, yet flirty at the same time.

No wonder his fans go so crazy over him, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, ____,” Niki called out, jogging to catch up as you made your way from the dance studio after going back to get the pair of headphones you forgot near the water cooler.

“I wanna show you something…,” he announced, “Well, a thing I like to do.”

“Mhm, and what’s that?” You asked playfully.

He chuckled, “Just a thing that I can’t get away with while in idol mode. My secret escape... Are you interested?”

You meditated on his words before answering, considering the early curfew outlined by both your managers, and how it was already 8:00 at night, “It’s getting pretty late, you know… Is it gonna take long?”

He giggled again, this time leaning into you. “Only if you’re indecisive.”

The sounds of your sneakers tapping against the shiny tiled floors bounced off the hallway walls.

Like you said, girls would sell souls to be in your shoes right now: there’s no way you were gonna pass up on a chance to hang out with Niki…

A chance to explore this reckless romance.

“Ok, let’s go, but we have to be back by midnight,” you agreed.

“Ok, Cinderella. We’re not too far from where I wanna show you,” he beamed, fighting the urge to hold your hand as you followed him out of the Hybe Building, clashing into the night.

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The place was reminiscent of a skate park, graffitied ramp-like walls cupping you and Niki in the surface of the arena.

There were a few other people present, but they seemed more wrapped up in their own little worlds to even look your way…

The moon shined behind the thin clouds of the sky, basking you and Niki’s skin with an ethereal glow.

“This is it!” He gestured with open arms, “my secret escape.”

You tucked your hands in your pockets as it was a bit cold out, “A shared secret place?” You corrected, pointing out the tiny groups of people hanging around.

Niki pushed the hoodie from over his head, revealing his two-toned mane, “I guess you could say that… they’re all idols, here. Just like me. They get why I do this.”

“Why you do what,” you inquired, stepping over a few random rocks that decorated the path.

“Why I dance,” he answered almost immediately, looking you in the eyes, “for myself.”

He took a few steps away from you, swaying to the music that rippled from one of the mystery people’s carry-radios.

Like earlier, you mirrored his moves at first, adding your own adjustments based on intuition.

Feeling.

You had so many more questions to ask, but in this moment, you focused on Niki and the way he moved.

The small groups of people developed into a crowd within a matter of seconds, joining you and Niki along with the music.

Although everyone was doing their own thing, in a strange way if felt harmonious.

Some people danced calmly, others were more wild. Either way, you were starting to understand what Niki meant.

Being able to express yourself away from prying eyes, scornful comments, flashing cameras, or a number 1 sign on your back was invigorating.

The music was still going when Niki grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side, a soft look taking over his features.

“Kiss me,” he whispered, staring into your eyes.

“W-what?”

“I just need to know that what I’m feeling right now is real.”

You took his face in your hands, trying to make yourself feel more in control of the situation, “Niki, I don’t think we should do this. Your manager outlined pretty strict rules.”

He paused before responding, “Remember what you said at the restaurant the first day we met?”

His grip on your hands remained delicate despite how strongly he felt for you.

“About us breaking rules together… only if it’s worth it.”

“Exactly,” he smiled, leaning in, “I knew they didn’t call you a riot girl for nothing.”

His lips connecting with yours like a puzzle piece, both your hearts fluttering as if they’d grown butterfly wings.

You felt like your world was spinning at twice its original speed, but at the same time, the moment felt still.

Niki tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he braced a hand at your waist, pulling you closer before finally letting go.

“I like you, ____. Like, a lot,” he confessed, taking in the dreamy expression displayed on your face.

Your mind went blank.

“Say something? Please,” he urged, taking your hands in his.

A smile wavered over your features as you kissed him back on the lips, feeling as though you both stopped breathing for a moment.

“I like you too, Niki. But isn’t this pretty risky?”

“You said so yourself, risks don’t count if it’s worth it,” he nearly whispered.

“Well,” you began, still holding onto him, “if we’re gonna do this, it has to stay between us… no one else can find out.”

And just like that, you were now secretly dating your roommate / coworker / Enhypen’s main dancer and maknae / one of K-pop’s most sought after It-Boy’s, all in a three days.

Great.

▶︎ ၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| • • •

You and Niki made it back to you dorm rooms undetected. It seemed like everyone else was either too tired or too busy to notice that you two were out for so long.

Unlocking the door to as quietly as possible, you and Niki took light steps, trying not to disturb anyone or draw attention to yourselves.

Once the door was closed, you both bust out in a fit of laughter for reasons you didn’t understand nor cared to understand.

You didn’t need a reason laugh when Niki was around… it’s kind of just something that started to happen over the last couple days.

“What’s your secret to performing so well?” You asked him, both laying face-up on the lower bunk bed together.

“Hmm, I feel like nervousness is a strength. It pushes you to go forward in a sense…”

“Yeah… I get that. Sometimes, I feel like being calm is dangerous. It puts you in a safe space, when performing should be all about taking chances.”

“Right,” he agreed, resting a hand over his stomach, “Speaking of chances, they’re precious, you know? I never just assume I’ll get another opportunity to dance.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Like…” he sighed, trying to find the right words, “Every time I get on stage… in front of those lights… in front of my fans… I perform-”

“As if it’s your last…” you answered for him.

“Yeah, that,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “You know, it’s really nice talking to someone who gets me… the dancer part of me.”

“Of course, it’s really nice talking to you, too, Niki,” you smiled softly.

Breaking the calmness of the moment, he sat up in his elbows, meeting your face.

“Top or bottom?” He asked, referring to where you wanted to sleep for the night.

You crawled over his body, climbing into the upper bunk of the bed and laying down to finally rest.

“Good night, number 11,” you teased, snuggling into the mattress.

“Rest well, number 1. Big day tomorrow.”

🎙️ For my baby, @microwvdstrawb3rri3s, I hope it was worth the wait ~ And yes, before you ask, there will be a second part 💕

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delcakoo · 1 year

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OMGGG I CANT STOP THINKING ABT JOCK NIKI AND SHY TUTORRRR I NEED MOREEEEEE

WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE MAKE OUT SESS IN THE LIBRARY I NEED ALL THE DEETS 😍😍

part 1 lol

PAIRING ! jock!niki x tutor!gn!reader

WC ! 800ish

WARNINGS ! smooching and u and riki being so so cute

a/n: I DIDNT THINK ITD BE THAT EFFECTIVE ON ANYONE HELLO?? IM HONORED OK ENJOY !!

niki pulls away from the kiss, chuckling proudly at the string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his. his right hand still rests on the back of your neck while the other grips the library table firmly. “and that one?” he inquires again.

you gulp, nervously glancing around the surrounding shelves of books. “it.. it was good..” as you mumble pathetically, you suddenly remember what you’re supposed to be doing. “..will you at least tell me what’s below the catella?”

he bursts into a disbelieving giggle, eyes crinkling into half-moons at your words. “all that and you’re still focused on tutoring me?” when you send him a warning glare (which he wasn’t phased by in the slightest), niki smirks. “the tibia.”

you nod, affirming that he was correct. “good job.” before he can do anything else, you swiftly stand to your feet and throw your belongings into your bag quicker and messier than you’ve ever done in your life. what made it all worse was that along with the piercing, hungry stare you could feel on your back the whole time, the taste of the boy was still fully on your tongue and lips.

“so thats it? gonna pack up and pretend nothing happened like last time?” he spits. you thought the jock was just playing with you — finding ways to make his ‘tutor sessions’ a bit more exciting — but you swear a hint of genuine frustration could be heard coating his sharp accusations.

you grit your teeth either way. “niki, this session ended ten minutes ago.”

tonguing the side of his cheek, he stands up himself while running strong fingers through his bangs. “and? fuck the session, i only care about you anyway.” you freeze. niki seems equally shocked, only realising his confession after another moment of silence passes.

“i..”

“look, i know your standards are too high for some fuck up like me so just- just pretend i didn’t say shit.”

it takes you a few blinks to process niki walking away, textbook and pencilcase tucked securely under his arm for you to hurrily chase after him. you pull the back of his navy hoodie with vigor, not taking another moment of hesitation before smashing your lips on his as soon as he stumbles around to face you.

he was the one to pull away first (which, for the record, had never happened before). “wh.. what- y/n?” niki questioningly stares down at you, a shimmer of hope reflecting in his pupils.

“i care about you too. i mean i- i think i like you, too,” you rush out.

his expression morphs instantly, a small beginning of a smirk forming as he leans against the nearest bookshelf. “i never said i liked you, did i?”

you frown, sending him a harsh glare. “niki.”

“sorry.” it was clear the male didn’t have much experience with such conversation judging by the way he scratched the nape of his neck, glancing off into space shyly. “so like.. i have a basketball game friday..”

“mhm..” you try not to laugh at his sudden change of attitude, edging him on with a nod.

“and if you wanna like- i don’t know, wearmyjerseyandcomewatchme or something.. i wouldn’t mind. and- and we can go eat somewhere after if you’re okay with taking the bus.”

you never imagined nishimura riki could be so cute, but somehow it brings butterflies to your stomach. “yeah, sure. that sounds good, text me the details?”

his eyes widen, mouth stammering as he takes in your response. "oh, uh- yeah, yeah i will.” pushing off the wall, niki only begins to walk away before he's quickly swivelling towards you again, rushing to plant a kiss on your forehead before taking off with promises of a text.

you nearly fail to miss the giddy smile on his face as he exits the library — not that you were any better with cheeks as red as your swollen lips.

one chance niki !!!!!!! ++ reblogs n comments r always appreciated if u enjoyed n want more pspsps

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all in the name of love (riki)

PAIR. non-idol!riki x gn!reader GENRE. angst, hurt/comfort WORD COUNT. 0.5k WARNINGS. being cheated on by a male manipulator... NOTES. a very drastic juxtaposition to my first work (that was very giggly sunoo content)-- i held back on this idea for too long bc i was debating on which enha member it suited more, but decided on riki because i really wanted to portray this side of him

“i’m so lost,” you whisper in riki’s arms, holding the fabric of his shirt as you cry. “why’d he do it?” you bite back a sob. “i thought he loved me.”

riki's hand rubs circles into your back. he wipes tears away from your eyes with his thumb, face falling. “don’t cry,” he whispers. “please don’t cry.”

you bury your face into his chest. “he didn’t even tell me.”

“well, he’s an ass.”

you look up at this, eyes red, but still surprised. you haven’t heard riki curse at someone, ever. and you’ve never thought it’d be for your sake. “language,” you whisper.

riki laughs, and a shadow of his signature smile flits across his face. “shush.” he sombers quickly, eyes indistinguishable. and he looks at you sadly.

you simply let your head rest in the crook of his neck, your grip against his shirt tightening. “he said he loved me. and he was, he was--”

“i know,” riki whispers. “i know.”

“he was out, kissing some other girl. telling her every line he said to me while he came back and told me he, he loved me.”

riki holds you tighter.

“i feel like shit,” you sniff. “i’m so stupid.”

“no,” riki says quietly. “you're not stupid. you were in love.” he looks at you softly. “you’re not stupid.”

“i should’ve seen it.”

and riki’s voice is still so soft, so careful. “didn’t you? are you sure you didn’t?”

you say nothing.

“maybe you did.” he rubs circles into your back. “but you loved him, so maybe you made excuses. because you’re kind, and caring, and you're human.”

“yeah,” you say shakily. “how do you know all this?”

riki chuckles softly, breathing in slowly. “because i’m in love, too.”

“are you being stupid, too?”

riki smiles, although it’s bittersweet. “yeah. definitely stupid.” he shrugs again. “well, i’m always stupid, so. although it’s definitely made me more clumsy. weirder. but strangely a little wise, i think.”

“why’s that?”

riki hums. “heartbreak and all makes you wiser. dunno. maybe i’ve just always been smart, huh?”

you snort.

“hey,” riki smacks your shoulder lightly. “don’t make fun of me.”

“didn’t,” you sniffle, smiling. “you’re the best, riki.”

riki smiles. “so are you.”

“pssh. don’t deflect compliments, weirdo.”

“i’m not! i just said you’re the best, too, because you are. you’re also incredibly--” he shuts his mouth. “um. thank you.”

you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “no, thank you. i was a mess earlier.”

“i’m always here.”

“wow,” you smile, “whoever you decide to date next is going to be so lucky. i’m almost jealous.”

riki blushes, looking down. “you don’t have to be. jealous, i mean.”

“hm?”

riki is still looking down, and you can’t determine his expression. “you’ve got nothing to worry about. so don’t be jealous.”

“okay,” you pull away, wiping at your eyes. “thanks again.”

riki looks up, finally meeting your gaze. “i mean it. i’m always here.”

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hanibalistic · 1 month

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#8A1725 | NISHIMURA RIKI.

genre | angsty romance

word count | 2339

warning | mention of domestic abuse, suicide attempt (jumping off building) / blood, injuries, violent acts / scissors

note | niki (riki?) is the only person i can think of who fits this character. / hi, i love choco puffs!

niki's quick and loud footsteps echoed across the quiet blocks, but they were not enough to wake their residents permanently.

racing the wind has always been a thrilling experience. there was nothing like the tender suffocation of cold air filling his nostrils, traveling to his brain and his lungs, while his legs begged to give under pressure. there was no such thrill this time around. he was suffocating, still; he couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t. but it didn’t come from the wind; it came from the cryptic text you sent him half an hour ago that wrote, ‘help me.’

he responded with a journey of messages that began with amusement and tease, to increasing worry and annoyance, and finally, only a minute before he ransacked his clean laundry basket for a jacket and the messy drawer for a pair of rusty scissors, fear and desperation. you revealed your home life to him shortly after he pieced the puzzle together. he knew your father’s anguish disposition and the violent ways he enjoys showing it. your call for help and the fact that you didn’t read any of his replies for half an hour made him assume the worst.

the biological inability of humans to safely hold their breaths for more than two minutes was the only thing reminding him to do so. when you opened the door to the bathroom where you locked yourself in, he inhaled deeply once again and held onto it. it wasn’t time to let his guard down. closing the door behind him and locking it aggressively to make sure you heard it, he reached up for your face and began to examine you in quick succession. you let him, your brows furrowing as he pressed his fingers against your scalp and brushed through your hair.

“niki, i'm–“ you paused your sentence to let out a low whine when he pinched both sides of your face and pulled them toward opposite sides–“i’m okay.”

“why didn’t you read my messages?” he demanded.

“dad took my phone,” you replied with a muffled voice. “can you let go of my face now?”

oxygen gained permission to enter his body once he established that you weren’t severely injured. he stared down at you, his eyes barely visible behind his sweaty hair, and then he scoffed and let go of your face. It was a conscious decision to smooth your sore skin over with his thumb, the back of his fingers running down your chin as his hands removed themselves from your face, but niki didn’t know if it was an attempt to savor the touch or an unneeded apology for pinching your cheeks.

you watched as he sat down across from you on the bathroom floor. you’ve only known him for two years; he has always been tall. even with you curling your legs to your chest, there wasn’t enough space to accommodate the length of his legs. you measured them with your naked eyes, then up at his face where he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his palm. he must have run like hell to get to you, all over a text you didn’t think much about. You had no idea he would do that at all.

“move over,” you muttered as you released your knees from your chest.

he listened and scooted closer to the door, an unconscious precaution taken. you crawled over his legs to plop down next to him. you didn’t have to curl yourself into a ball if you were sitting next to him, and he couldn’t have you blocking half the floor space on which he could rest his feet. niki extended his legs more, heaving a relieved sigh, and then he chuckled after peeking at you.

“you're sitting next to the toilet,” he said.

you shrugged, arm brushing against his. “it won’t be my first time.”

“that’s true,” he said, shifting so his arm pressed against yours. “he really didn’t hit you?”

“he did,” you nodded, “but not enough to bleed this time.”

pursing his lips to let the curse die on his tongue, he leaned his head back on the edge of the bathtub. the ceiling light was blinding, almost as if he was staring at the sun, and he couldn’t stare at it without squinting through the pain. marks of illusional symbols began to float behind his lids, and he felt his eyes burn with tears—niki held on; he wondered if this was enough to taste your pain, or perhaps he needed to ask your father to break his nose before he could adequately fit his feet in your shoes. he wondered if his futile protectiveness had developed into an obsession, or perhaps it was normal for a boy to suffer with his lover.

“where is your mom?” he asked curiously, tapping his index finger against his knee. “where is she in all of this?”

“she’s afraid, niki,” you replied. “i don’t blame her.”

“well, i do,” he sneered. “she should divorce him and get you out of here. she should have done that years ago.”

“it’s not that easy,” you mused at his naivety. “besides, she loves him.”

he snorted, rolling his eyes and glancing at the silver doorknob. “what love? this is punishment.”

“when is one not the other?” you muttered offhandedly, not expecting a real answer from him.

it wasn’t that niki couldn’t articulate ideas of that calibre; he was just a very straightforward person. if he liked you, he would show it; if he didn’t, he would let you know. if there’s an issue, fix it. there was no such thing as cutting corners or walking on eggshells around a taboo topic. his answer to your question wouldn’t be nuanced because it shouldn’t have to be—love is never a punishment. if it feels like it, then it couldn’t be love.

besides, he never liked these kinds of questions in general.

“i came here for nothing then,” he said, not bothering to answer you.

you shook your head with an amused smirk. “i wouldn’t say for nothing. you’re keeping me company.”

“that’s not what i want,” he muttered to himself and turned to you. he found it difficult to say you worried him to death, so he didn’t. Instead, he pulled the pair of scissors from his pocket and showed it to you. “i should have been here earlier. i even brought a weapon.”

“no way,” you chuckled. “what were you going to do with it? stab my dad?”

niki played with the sharp object in his hand, his silence a sign of contemplation. his thoughts couldn’t replay themselves far enough for him to remember exactly why he grabbed the scissors in the first place, but he knew that during his frantic sprint to your apartment estate, he made up his mind. he saw blood frothing at his mouth as a potential aftermath of the decision, and he made up his mind that an act of violence and an act of love were two indistinguishable things.

lowering the weapon to his thigh, he turned to you. you two sat close, the origin of the proximity an unknown, subconscious story, and his eyes were as soft as his voice.

“i was ready to kill him for you.”

in that moment, as your neck soured as if you pulled a nerve, you wished your father had killed you.

“don’t be ridiculous,” you said as you tore your eyes away from his. “you’ll get–“ the words got caught in your throat for a second–“you’ll get in trouble.”

but he already knew that.

he may be hot-headed and immature, but you wouldn’t put it past him to understand the full scope of a murder’s consequences. you didn’t want to verbalize it for your sake, handing yourself the notion that he knew what would happen and still chose that path to keep you safe. neither were the lines printed between his actions and decisions lost on you; the fact that he belonged to you in ways no person should ever belong to another, all on his volition.

niki was the first boy who’s ever confessed an undone murder to you. he was the first boy who’s ever confessed his love for you.

he kept his eyes on you. you have your father’s features; every time you look into the mirror, you see a mixture of him and yourself, and you are reminded the very man you resemble doesn’t love you.

an act of violence and an act of love were two indistinguishable things. you wished he confessed to you differently, in the language you understood, the language of the damned. he also knew that, so the second time he confessed to you, it was through a split-second decision made in a hapless situation.

falling off a building has the same feeling as racing against the wind, except the end goal was death rather than suffocation, and he has no control over his legs. he wasn’t thinking about that, though. when he found himself hopping off the school roof after you, his fingers clutching the hem of your uniform to shelter you against his chest, he wasn’t thinking about how clear the air in mid-air was or how fast a human body could actually fall to the ground. he was thinking about something else, something morbid.

he thought about dying. perhaps with you in his arms, or the fall would break you out of his embrace. either way, he was content. amid the thought of a splattered brain and leaked blood, he was content.

niki was already awake and sitting by the infirmary bed when you opened your eyes. your head hammered the same as when you hit the ground, but you found it in yourself to take a peek at him. he looked exhausted, and his hair messier than ever. he caught your eyes and subtly sat straighter, his phone sliding off his knees to the floor.

“the tree growing in the backyard cushioned the fall,” he clarified as he leaned down to pick his phone up. “if you’re wondering how we didn’t die.”

“you jumped after me." it was all you could muster. your curiosity about his thought process was overwhelming.

he pursed his lips, his movement slowing a fraction when you reminded him of what he did. “yeah.”

trailing your eyes down, you saw that his arms were both bandaged, and his knuckles were red with afterimages of dry blood stains. if the tree—you suspected it was the one close to growing inside the school building—really tanked the fall, then the rough branches must have caught his skin a few heavy wounds. as for his knuckles—you looked down at your hands to recall what happened—it could have been him shielding the side of your head from hitting the floor, but you couldn’t be sure.

slowly sitting up to lean against the pillow, you eyed him with dissatisfaction. “was it worth it?”

“what was?” he questioned, mildly upset at your expression.

"trying to save me,” you said before gesturing toward his injuries to make a point.

“i wasn’t trying to save you,” he said after a pause, raising his brows as if you should have known that all along.

between the uncertainty of life and death, where he couldn’t be sure if you could live through this tragedy, niki figured it was better if he, too, ceased to exist. he wasn’t willing to bet his life on a miracle, nor was he willing to live in a world with untraceable leads of you hidden in every corner.

or, perhaps he wanted to die because you also wanted to die, like your brains were linked and you were two halves of one being. you could be the sword that kills the both of you—you have to be the sword that kills the both of you. once you plunge into him, he’d be glad that he got to feel your blood in his half of the body because that would finally render him whole.

“i was trying to die with you.”

the flicker in your eyes mimicked the thundering of an epiphany, and he knew that his confession was received well this time. you turned away to look out the window. the tree that saved you wasn't there, but it wasn't as if you planned to express gratitude anyway. you only looked away to avoid seeing the boy you've fundamentally changed from the first time you opened the door of your bathroom to his knocks, revealing to him a black eye and a bleeding nose.

"you really like me that much, niki," you said, but the sentence could be considered a question. any affection thrown towards you could be regarded with confusion.

"i do," he muttered.

you turned your head back to meet his eyes. "would you give me your heart?"

he never liked these kinds of questions.

"i'll feed it to you," he said, and he would.

he would chew his own heart into small pieces, carefully gather them on a spoon, and feed them to you.

you laughed lowly. "that's going to hurt a lot."

it would, as did his arms when the tree branches caught his falling weight, his back when he hit the ground with you close to his chest, and his legs when he ran across blocks to your home. everything about loving you would hurt him; his devotion to you would mirror your father's hands without him realizing it.

"it will," he joked while pulling the chair closer to the bed. "i bet my heart tastes like shit, but you're gonna have to eat it."

you laughed with him, and he suddenly remembered, when he was laying on the ground, his knuckles bloodied from shielding your head, your question about love and punishment, about how to decipher when one becomes the other.

when does love become a punishment?—

you trailed a finger across his bandage, your bottom lip jutting out without a promise that it wouldn't happen again.

—when it's real.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x reader #enhypen blurbs #riki nishimura x reader #riki x reader #riki imagines #niki x reader #riki x you #riki x y/n #niki x you #niki x y/n

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en-whims · 1 year

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[6:00 PM] You fell asleep on Ni-ki’s lap. He holds you close and doesn’t move from his spot for hours, afraid he might wake you up from your beautiful slumber.

#enhypen fluff #enhypen niki fluff #enhypen niki #niki enhypen #enhypen nishimura riki #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen blurbs #enhypen timestamps #enhypen angst #enhypen niki scenarios #enhypen niki drabbles #niki timestamps #niki scenarios #niki imagines #niki fluff

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junhyukiscute · 1 year

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(TW: parental fighting, flirty jungwon)

YANG JUNGWON… as one of the most popular boys in school, flirtatious and smart. He’s also the boy next door, who you’ve known since you moved in. He can be a pain in the butt, often picking at how temperamental you may be, while you’re calling him out for messing around too much with girls.

However, when parental fights get too loud at night, you find yourself escaping through your window and climb to his fire escape. A few knocks from you and you see him stirring awake. Once he sees you, pajama clad, he puts on a top and pulls open the window. “Come in,” he motions with his head. You thank him and prepare your place on the floor next to his bed. “You have a long day tomorrow, sleep on the bed.”

“It’s okay, I’m good with sleeping on the floor,” you reply.

“I won’t bite,” Jungwon yawns, “unless you want me to,” he finishes with a teasing smirk and half lidded eyes.

“You disgust me, Yang,” you deadpan. He lets out a raspy chuckle, shaking his head before pulling out the extra pillows from his closet and setting them on the other side of the bed. You sigh and tentatively lay down on the bed as he follows suit, pulling the blankets over the both of you.

Shortly after you fall asleep, Jungwon props himself up on his elbow and admires you. They’re so pretty. He reaches over to turn off the lamp and then kisses the top of your forehead.

“Hope you dream of me, (Y/n).”

#enhypen imagines #enhypen #lee heeseung #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #park jongseong #park sunghoon #yang jungwon #enhypen fluff #jake #jay park #jake sim #enhypen blurbs #inspired by that one scene in love & basketball (2000)

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blisym · 2 hours

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as your soccer captain boyfriend.

soccer captain!riki who brings you a drink from the cafeteria every morning without fail

“they didn’t have chocolate so i got you banana.” riki places the banana milk on your desk and you try so hard to fight the smile. “you didn’t have to riki.” “i wanted to.”

soccer captain!riki who likes to tease you by hiding your pencil case or textbook just so you can speak to him

soccer captain!riki who copies off your homework in front of the teacher so you can both get detention together

soccer captain!riki who shares his earbuds with you in class and has a specifically curated playlist named after you (he’ll never admit this)

soccer captain!riki who stares at you shamelessly because he likes to see you blush

soccer captain!riki who flirts with you just because

“it’s odd you don’t have a boyfriend,” riki exclaims while propping his head on his palm. “i can be your boyfriend.”

soccer captain!riki who asks you to wear his jersey to his soccer game so his teammates know you’re off limits

soccer captain!riki who places his team zip up over your sleeping figure

soccer captain!riki who walks you home despite living in the opposite direction

soccer captain!riki who boasts about you to all his friends even though you aren’t his girlfriend

soccer captain!riki who confessed to you after his game on the loud speaker, while his team held a banner up asking you to be his girlfriend—finally

soccer captain!riki who introduces himself as your boyfriend to anyone and everyone

soccer captain!riki who tries to kiss you every chance he gets even if it gets him in trouble

“riki let’s go! quit smooching your girlfriend!” jake yells from the field as he leaves yet another peck on your lip, smiling through the kisses at his teammates nagging

soccer captain!riki who has a shrine of you in his locker for good luck before every game (everyone thinks he’s insane)

soccer captain!riki who agrees to watch the movies you like but ends up crying like a baby

soccer captain!riki who gets jealous very easily and gives you the cold shoulder

soccer captain!riki who can’t go a day without even thinking of you that he apologies to you in the middle of the night because he couldn’t sleep

soccer captain!riki who buys matching jewelry so everyone knows who he belongs to

soccer captain!riki who is the little spoon

soccer captain!riki who likes it when you kiss his neck because it’s ticklish

soccer captain!riki who’s entire photo album is pictures of you

soccer captain!riki who teaches you how to play soccer so he can brag to all his friends that you play better than them

“heh imagine being so bad my girlfriend who knows nothing about soccer clears you, heh!”

soccer captain!riki who claims his entire reason for existing is to be devoted to you

soccer captain!riki who loves you times a thousand and will happily admit it !!!!!!

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kpop-fanatic-lover16 · 1 year

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Snowball – Nishimura Niki

Pairing: Enhypen Niki x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, some playful threats, and lots and lots of teasing

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.1k

♡

A bright snowy wonderland greeted you the moment you woke from a long night's rest. The air in your room was chilly, but thanks to your comforter you felt nothing but the thick hazy sheet of warmth coating your body. It'd been a long time since you woke up feeling heavy from sleep. It was always the best feeling.

After a half hour of lying awake in bed and ignoring five calls from someone you weren't going to talk to this early in the morning, you got out of bed and put on a warm robe to block your body against the cold. On your way to the kitchen, you turned up the heater in hopes of your house staying warm throughout the day.

Just as you were about to take a bite of your cereal and enjoy the morning, your phone rang for the sixth time.

Decline. You thought inside your head right before your thumb pressed the red button. Not even two seconds later his number popped up again on the screen followed by the intense buzz of your phone. This time you pressed a bit harder at the screen to decline the call and again when he called back for a nineth time. A growl of frustration escaped you when he rang it for the tenth and final time.

"I don't want to talk to you at this hour," you answered the call, bringing the phone up to your ear. "I do not have the mental function to deal with your antics."

"But the SNOW!" he cried from the other end, making your ear twinge in pain.

"Yeah," you sighed out, "Fun white little flurries covering the ground. Very exciting."

"We have to go out to the field and play in it!" he exclaimed, he sounded like he was huffing and puffing as his breath continuously fanned over the other end of the phone.

"Niki what are you, twelve?" you asked incredulously. There was no way you were deliberately going outside in the cold on your day off when you could sit on your couch in the warmth of your home and enjoy a movie. Besides, you didn't like to wear layers and layers of clothing just to still feel cold in the end.

"Twelve and a half!" Niki corrected you jokingly. "And open your door or else I'll get frostbite."

You gasp and get up to run to your front door. With the speed of lightening, you opened the door to see him standing there. Niki's cheeks were dusted red, and his nose was cold just looking at it. A scarf came up over his mouth, his puffy coat made him look like a big marshmallow, and his hair dipped into his eyes. The cold air rushed into your house chilling you to the bone and upsetting the warmth.

"Get in here!" you scolded him inside before shutting the door.

"So basically, what you're saying is you won't go play in the snow with your favorite person in the entire world?" Niki waited for your response, not missing a single beat from your conversation on the phone. You rolled your eyes at his persistence. He watched as you pushed passed him to go back to the kitchen. "This is the first snow! Why are you being this way?"

"Because you know how I don't like the cold," you replied, taking a bite out of your now soggy cereal. The feeling made you sad. You preferred some crunch. "To answer your question, yes I won't go play in the snow with my favorite person in the world."

An object similar to a small pillow hit you at your neck. The feeling of frost melting through your hair and sliding down onto your neck made you gasp in horror. When you looked down at your shoulder, there was pure white snow destroyed on impact from a perfectly round snowball resting on your clothes. Niki held back a laugh and growing smile at the gaze of fire you were glaring at him. His left hand was beet red from holding the snowball he carried inside.

"You better prepare your funeral," your tone was threateningly low as you pointed your index finger at him sharply. You ripped off the now wet robe and chased after Niki, who disappeared from his spot the second he saw you reaching up to take off your robe. He hid in the bathroom, laughing hysterically on the other side as you turned the knob and pushed inward with all the strength you had. Niki briefly glanced at himself in the mirror while pressing into the wood of the door with his shoulder to keep you out.

"I'm sorry!" Niki said through broken laugher, knowing he was dead when you finally got to him.

"Nishimura Riki open this door right now or you can say goodbye to the Christmas present I was gonna give you tonight!" you grunted out against the crack in the door, pushing with a buildup of energy. Niki cursed himself for forgetting that you got him a really good Christmas present.

Knowing you would do exactly what you said if he didn't do what you demanded, he answered, "Okay! Just stop pushing the door and put down the snowball."

Everything went quiet and the force on the door ceased. Niki was afraid to open the door more than ever now that he couldn't hear or predict your movement. How was he supposed to come out with hands up when he knew you were still going to attack him? With a small inhale, Niki opened the door a crack and saw you weren't standing in plain sight. He stuck his hand out quickly to test any movement on the sides of the door where he couldn't see. Nothing.

"Where are you?" Niki asked, opening the door completely.

He stepped out into the hall and immediately got hit with a snowball. It was cold, but he liked it. He liked the way you stood about ten feet away from him with a smile on your face after victoriously hitting him perfectly with your snowball. How you had time to get a snowball while threatening to end his life on the other side of the door, he didn't know, nor did he care. All he cared about was that smile on your face and that he was the cause of it.

"Now you better run." Joy pulsed through his chest as he watched your face turn from happy to fear in less than a second. Your socks gave you terrible traction against your floor as you ran to seek shelter in your room down the hall. Niki was at the door a half second after you, keeping the door about a foot open as you desperately tried to close it.

Niki pushed inward a bit harder and broke your stance on the other side. His hands grabbed your waist to stop you from fleeing to the bathroom. A shriek of laughter escaped you at the feeling of his arms wrapping around you, but more so from the snow on him falling onto you. The two of you ended up on the floor with you trapped underneath Niki who wouldn't let you go anywhere. You both shared eskimo kisses for a moment, bright smiles shining.

"You are helpless," you mumbled, looking away from his intense stare. His smile appeared again right before he pressed a long kiss to your forehead. Naturally your eyes fluttered shut, feeling his lips against your skin and enjoying the moment. He pulled away and tucked his face into the curve of your neck. Niki inhaled softly to smell the sweet scent of your lotion while his arms wrapped around you in a light snuggle.

"Helplessly in love with you." Niki fired back with a sleepy sigh. That made you smile. He was too cheesy sometimes.

"Come on," you said patting his back lightly. "Since you're here, I'll make us some real breakfast."

"Then can we go play in the snow?" his head popped up to look at you with hopeful eyes.

You raised an eyebrow at him and gave him the stink eye. Niki laughed the growing embarrassment away as he realized his words were a bad timing. "Too soon."

Eventually, the two of you did go out to the field not too far from your home to play in the snow. Niki made another snowball when you were turned away and threw it the second you turned around to face him. The shocked look on your face made him feel giddy inside which erupted a laugh from his stomach. You bent down to make your own ammo and threw it at him.

Missed.

He began making stupid noises to mock your missed throw. This time you just grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at him, watching it burst over him, dusting his head and face. Now the two of you were throwing and splashing snow at each other as if the ground you were standing on was a small puddle of water. Suddenly, Niki threw some snow at your face, stunning you long enough for him to pick up a handful of snow and smash it on top of your head!

"NO!" you cried, trying to get away from him and his grip on your jacket. "Foul! That was so uncalled for!"

Niki was laughing so hard you couldn't see his eyes anymore and he could barely stand up straight. When he was bent over, you put him in a head lock to keep him still while you shoved snow into his hair. Another rupture of laughter came from him. His stomach was starting to hurt.

You whined out of frustration once the snow reached your scalp, feeling the wet and cold sensation. It only took you a few more minutes before the two of you were treking back to your house to get warm again.

At the moment, you were sitting on the bathroom counter with Niki in between your legs. The sound of a whirring blow-dryer filled the bathroom as you blow-dried Niki's hair back to dry. He leaned forward with his hands on the counter.

"There. All better," you cheered turning off the blow-dryer. Niki leaned to his left a little to take a peek in the mirror. He ruffled his hair to his liking and gave you a big pearly smile that turned into a gummy one right before his arms wrapped around your waist. A squeal escaped your lips as he hoisted you off the counter and carried you into the kitchen.

"Now I want my Christmas present!" his voice came from the pantry where he was grabbing a cookie. He reappeared with one in his mouth and three more in his hand. The look on your face made him pause in his step.

Slowly, he bit down on his cookie and leaned back into the counter edge, not breaking your gaze. Then he challenged you with a raised eyebrow.

"You have been a menace all day. Why would I give you your present?" you questioned, feeling no ounce of remorse at the idea of holding his gift back.

No words were passed between the two of you. Niki silently put his cookies down on counter and brushed his hand free of crumbs. He took big steps over to you and stopped, pressing your hips into the counter with his and pressing his lips straight onto yours without hesitation kissing you hard.

It shocked you, nonetheless. His lips tasted of chocolate chips and cookie crumbs. The feeling of his hands was very present on your waist. He continued to kiss you, turning his head once to deepen the kiss. You were the one to pull back and give him a pointed look. He was trying to butter you up.

"Can I have it now?" he asked. The look on his face was so nonchalant you almost laughed.

"You're so cute for trying."

"Please?" he asked again as you left him to go to the couch.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll throw another snowball at you."

You scoffed at his threat, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. "You do that and you can say goodbye to the present completely."

"Please?"

"No."

Bam! Cold. Wet. Icy.

Slowly, oh so slowly, you turn around and stare. You stare at Niki. His right hand red from holding the snowball as you stand up dangerously slow from the couch with a glare that could kill. Niki only smiles back mischievously, laughing at your expression.

"You. Are. Dead."

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years

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7:02 pm

Nishimura Riki x female reader / 398 words / fluff

Warnings: None

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“Riki, hand me the cucumber,” You asked your best friend as you continued to stack ingredients into the seaweed roll you were crafting.

Niki chuckled lightly before handing you the vegetable as he kept his eyes onto your sweet smile. He stopped all movement as he placed his chin on the thin plastic gloves that wrapped around his hands.

“Quit staring,” You scolded without taking your attention away from the delicious looking sushi in front of you.

“I’m just really happy okay?” He turned his attention away from you abruptly as a blush formed on his cheeks.

You smiled as you finished your roll and handed it to Niki for him to cut, “If I would have known making homemade sushi with you would have made you happy, I would have done this weeks ago when you first got homesick.”

He gave you happy smile as you giggled from how cute he was, “I don’t feel as homesick as I did before. Actually, my mom would always do this with me whenever I was sad, so this is really nice.”

You placed your head into your hands as you gasped dramatically, making him scowl in confusion, “What now miss drama queen?” He chuckled, cutting his sushi roll carefully.

“I remind you of your mother? I don’t know if I should take that as a complement or a insult,” You jokingly scoffed, laying out another slab of seaweed as you began to spread rice over top.

“Once you meet my mother, you’ll adore her. You two are pretty similar,” Niki smiled to himself, loving the comforting vibes you gave off towards him.

You stopped grabbing ingredients as you turned your attention to your best friend, “I’ll take that as a compliment since you seem to love your mother a lot. No take backs,” You jokingly stuck your tongue out at him before turning your attention back to your roll.

Niki couldn’t help but continue to smile widely as the two of you crafted a few more sushi rolls together, while reminiscing on your past. He loved how comfortable he felt around you, even though he had only met you a few months ago. Coming to a new country to fulfill your dreams can be scary, but having someone who is your rock and helps you along the way, is the best way to distract yourself from those scary thoughts.

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im-yn-suckers · 24 days

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riki bf habits?

yes yes

teases abt ur height bc bro is shaq

so we know that hes a personn who loves to play with hair and loves to have his hair played with but did you know he loves washing ur hair and having his hair washed

his prescence is extremely calming and he can say the same about you

has cute nicknames for the plushies you guys adopted and call your children

'i saw this at the mall with jake and i thought it was cute like u!!' IMAGINE WIHT A BIG SMILE

'babe what do you wanna do?' 'idk alsong as im wit u' :(

ALWAYS makes sure u eat bc why would u starve ur bootiful body 'baby!! i ate today!!!' 'really?? Im so proud of you princess!!'

remembers everything abt u. u met three years ago and brought up u like the scent of vanilla?? three years laterbuys you a vanilla scented perfume

THE PETNAMES WUTH THIS MAN "angel, can u pass the salt?" ''princess can you hand me my phone'' ''cutie do u have lip balm'' ''baby/babe what time is it'' now the following only come out when hes sleepy or when no one else is around; ''love stay here its still early'' ''no, my love, we cant make cake right now' 'but its cake and no ones here to stop us' 'ITS THREE AM'

sends u texts w memes that say shit ilke 'this apple is yellow, if u see pink i fine asf mami' to annoy you

grabs ur waist. his arms are a belt. his personal hand warmer. sticks his hand underur shirt 4 shore!

has a soft spot for u and only u

imaginecuddling w the human koala and he whispers 'kiss me loser' wtv u say gorgeous

sends u reels and tiktoks of spiderman and hellokitty saying us

TV GIRL BRACELETS ARGUE W THE WALL

has matvhing promise rings for sure

unlike some ppl, i think hes def the type to write little notes for u

'shut up riki' 'make me bitch' sassy sassy sassy sassy sassy sassy

(over text) y/n; babe can u bring me wayer on ur wayback from taking shit pls?? riki; WAYER 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 riki; sure angel

ur doing ur work likr a responsible student (manifesting) and 'TALK TO MEEEEEE' 'im studying love' 'idc kiss me l/n y/n'

'cmere pretty girl' while checking u out. laening againsgt the counter trying to distract you from baking

BACKHUGS AND NECK KISSES STFU

'babe' 'hm?' you stare at your phone, not lookint at him 'look at me' you look 'good girl' SIR SIR SIR IM NOT UR STRONGEST SOLDIER

buys u wtv u want bc y shld u suffer w/o 3+ prada bags, a matchcing bulgari serpenti bracelt and ring, dior and chanel makeup etc.

loves u to the end of the world.

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hiii could you do niki and ''what you're doing right now is really stupid but you're cute and i can't help but laugh''

laugh . niki x gn!reader about . 512 words, fluff warnings . none

niki is in an extremely grumpy mood today, and you've decided it's your mission to cheer him up.

see, it all started after he came home from practice. usually, he'd hug you and sit down to watch a movie, or play mario kart until you're both dying of laughter, or even just take a nap in your arms.

but today he came home and laid straight on the bed, curled up in a ball on his phone. no greeting, no kiss on the cheek, no "hey, how was your day today". you know niki isn't the affectionate type, but he's far too reserved today for it to chalk up to his silent personality. and your suspicions are confirmed when he doesn't respond to your nagging, something he always reciprocates (even if it's begrudgingly), which is why you decide to do the silliest of things in order to make him laugh, at least once.

operation 'make niki laugh until he can't anymore' is a go.

first, you decide to act out comedy scenes from his favorite movies. which is entertaining because a, you can't act, b, you're doing it from memory, and c, you're confident that niki will laugh.

he doesn't laugh though, but he does look up from his phone from time to time. you want to believe that he even voiced some of the lines under his breath, but that might've just been a trick of the light.

second, you pull out your metaphorical dad joke dictionary and recite as many as you can remember. neither you or niki find the jokes funny, but they're usually so stupid that you both end up laughing anyway.

again, he doesn't laugh, but you did notice his lips perk up at certain jokes. it's progress, and you hope it's the final push factor in order to make him laugh.

last but not least, you grab your paint palette and decide to paint your boyfriend. you have no artistic talent whatsoever, but you're really hoping your failed attempt at painting his figure will be enough to make him let out the slightest giggle.

you turn sideways and place the easel facing you, so that both you and niki can see the painting while you can attempt to recreate his curled up position on paper. in fact, you become so focused that you don't notice niki shifting to watch you, a small smile on his face in appreciation for all you did today to make him laugh.

one particular brushstroke of yours in an attempt to draw his eyebrows finally makes him crack, and he lets out a small chuckle, murmuring about how his eyebrows look nothing like that. an incredulous expression makes its way across your face, and you stare at him in disbelief.

"you— you laughed!"

"well, can you blame me? what you're doing right now is really stupid, but you're cute and i can't help but laugh.''

and he can't help but laugh again when you launch yourself at him and curl up, finding home in his arms.

"glad you're feeling better, love."

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chlorinecake · 6 months

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⋆｡˚ ✈︎ love at first flight | N.RK

ft riki x fem!reader, nwjns hanni, enha jake | genre fluff, airport crush, strangers to lovers | cw language, flirting, kissing, dirty jokes, petty "arguments," possibly geographically incorrect | pt. 1, 2, and 3 here | wc 4894

synopsis. 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢�� 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳…🗼

It was around 11:00pm as you struggled to find your passport.

"I could've sworn it was on my desk yesterday," you thought to yourself, searching through your messy bedroom.

After your morning cafe date with Riki, he dropped you off at your apartment so you could get started with packing as soon as possible, given that your flight was booked for take off the next day.

You're still not sure why you said yes to Riki's impulsive offer, though, part of you wanted to believe that saying "no" would've been an even riskier call.

Riki, in all of his handsome glory, had been a menace to your soul. You just couldn't put a finger on what is was about him that kept luring you in almost magnetically.

Ding, dong.

Your breath hitched at the sound of someone knocking outside your apartment door. Grabbing the purple ink pen from your dresser, conveniently sitting next to your diary, you gripped it like a weapon as you approached the door cautiously.

Knock, knock, knock.

Unlocking the latch and twisting the handle, you slung the door open to reveal none other than Riki, standing calmly with grocery bags in each hand.

"Good night! And yes, that can be a greeting… What's the pen for?" He shrugged, walking past you and straight into your apartment as if owning the place.

You flashed him an annoyed look before closing the door behind him, suddenly feeling embarrassed while dressed in your pjs.

"It's for self defense, night stalker. And how'd you even know where I live?" You asked accusingly.

"I drove you here earlier after the cafe, remember?" He said while placing the grocery bags on your study desk to unload the items.

Damn, you thought to yourself, It must be wayyy past my bedtime...

"Anyways, I brought you this neck pillow-thingy for the plane," Riki smiled, walking up to you and fastening the pillow around your neck, "Pretty cool, right?"

"Uhhh, sure," you mumbled, standing awkwardly as he welcomed himself to explore your bedroom.

"So...," he began with a grin, "this is where you keep your pretty little panties, huh?" Running a finger over the surface of your dresser, he stopped once he met your oh-so familiar diary.

"Hmm. I remember this little guy. How many pages have you written about me so far? My guess is at least 3."

"Jokes on you, Riki. I don't reminisce about people I haven't even known for a week," you said with a sigh, plopping on your bed, too tired to retaliate physically.

He parts his lips as if wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He only walked over to your bed, taking a seat beside you.

"Look, ____. If you wanna back out of this trip, it's not too late. I understand that this is a pretty big thing I'm asking of you."

"No, Riki, I really do wanna go. It's just that I lost my passport somewhere in this stupid apartment and now I can't find it," you pouted before suddenly feeling his weight escape your side.

He paced around your room as if an internal GPS was guiding him in the right direction.

"What're you doing?" You giggled, watching as he picked up a random toilet paper tube to use as a searching tool.

"Shh, I think I see it!" He whispered, reaching for a navy blue and gold envelope from under one of your shoe boxes, "Voici!"

You gazed in shock, not only at his use of French, but also at how he actually managed to find it, let alone that quickly.

"Holy shit, Riki! You're a lifesaver!" You beamed, running to give him a bear hug.

"I bet you've been dying to do that since I came in," he teased, trying to conceal his own blushing.

You were losing track of how many times he flirted with you in the past five minutes, but you were just glad that he found your passport in time.

All there was left to do now after packing was explain to your best friend Hanni where you'd be for the next 2-3 days.

The following morning came by quicker than you already expected it to.

Fortunately, y'all arrived at the airport just in time for boarding, going to your respectful seats on the aircraft according to your ticket numbers.

And finally, it was time for takeoff.

You and Riki hadn't even been on the plane for thirty minutes before you started bumping heads with each other.

“How come you get to sit by the window? You’re not even taking pictures,” You scolded him, crossing your arms in frustration.

“You see? That’s the problem with this generation. Always seeking technology to bring them happiness," He said, shaking his head.

“Riki, we’re literally depending on technology to carry us cross country. Welcome to our advanced society.”

“That’s not even a fair comparison, but go off.”

You scoffed, “Don’t ‘but go off’ me!”

“Or what?” He challenged, flashing you a smirk that made you internally curse him for being so effortlessly attractive.

“I said, or what?” He continued, putting an arm around the head of your seat and pulling your face towards his by your chin.

The way he peered into your eyes made you feel like kissing h—

OH GOD, NO! NOT AT ALL! NEVER, you thought to yourself.

He licked his lower lip, making you stutter as you answered, “O-or I’ll… I’ll tell your mom on you!”

He snorted at your empty threat, “Yeah, good luck with that. She doesn’t speak English for shit.”

“Well, whatever, I’ll just use google translate,” you snapped back.

“Oh, so you think fast?”

“Only when I-“

He interrupted your words with a kiss to your forehead, “Not fast enough, apparently,” he winked, sitting back in his seat.

Oh boy. This trip is already kicking off to an interesting start.

You sat frozen as if he’d just snatched your soul away, focusing on the moisture his lips left on your skin.

“And don’t even think about wiping that off,” he smirked, searching through his carrier bag before pulling out a pair of wired headphones.

You weren't gonna let him win that easily.

Exhaling your nerves, you thought of something catty to say back to him/

“Now look who’s a product of our e-generation, Mr. iPad Kid. Let me guess, is it time for Cocomelon?” You pouted facetiously, trying to conceal your nervousness from whatever the hell possessed him to kiss you.

“I’m just tired of hearing the air conditioner," he shrugged, "Sue me.”

Riki plugged the headphones into his phone port, opening the Spotify app (not sponsored lol) on his phone and selecting a random playlist. “Wanna listen?” He asked softly, meeting you with his dark brown eyes.

You took the left earbud from his hand, positioning it into your own ear as the sounds of lofi rhythms met your ears. After a few minutes, you drifted off to sleep, not even realizing that you were laying on his shoulder.

Riki eventually followed after you, leaning his head atop yours as he snored softly. Though, he’d likely never tell you that part of the story once you woke up.

A couple more hours in the plane passed, and you were officially landing at your final destination: Paris, France.

“I'm sorry, you’re WHERE? With WHO?!?!” Hanni yelled over the phone.

You didn’t mean to make it seem like you'd been keeping this big secret from her, but you simply never got around to telling her... that you were impulsivey traveling across country with a guy you met at the airport last week.

“Look, it’s only for a few days, I’ll be fine,” you replied, unpacking your luggage on the hotel room bed.

Riki was busy getting you an extra key card for the room, so you didn’t have to worry about him barging in on your conversation for a while.

“Tell me. Why did you think this was a good idea, ____. Honestly? Hell, did you even think before saying yes?”

“Of course I did, Hanni… but if you’re just gonna keep scolding me, I’d rather we talk about something else,” you whined, hating the way she started to make you feel.

"Ugh, I’m sorry, bestie! Please don’t misinterpret my concern for cruelty.”

“It’s okay, Hanni, I know you're just looking out for me... but, maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Omg, naur!! Forget I said anything! I want you to enjoy yourself in Paris! Just call me if you need anything, alright?…unless it’s love advice or—”

“Money, I know. Talk to you later, pigtails!”

“Later,” she giggled, ending the call with a ‘mwah’ from her end. You placed your phone down on the mattress, flinching at the sight of Riki walking out of the bathroom, tossing the extra key card on the bed.

“What the- I thought you were in the lobby?”

“Yeah, but I came back up not too long ago. Don’t worry, I didn’t eavesdrop… the entire time,” he teased, running a hand through his hair as he observed your luggage. “I hope you have a pretty outfit in there.”

“Mhm, and why’s that?”

“Because, we’re going out to dinner, silly,” he said, pulling out an ironing board from the closet to press his wrinkled pants.

You didn't expect for Riki to wanna go out so soon after just arriving.

Either way, you tried on a few outfits before finally choosing the beret and plaid pink skirt-suit you usually wore during business meetings, which ironically fit the chic Parisian aesthetic.

“Bonjour, and welcome to Le Goût! Do you need help navigating the menu or are you familiar with French dishes?” The waitress asked in a friendly accent.

“We actually already spoke to one of your waiters. He’s putting in our order right now,” Riki replied, handing her one of the extra menus from your table.

“Very well, then. I’ll pop back around once you’re ready to order dessert. Call for Ines if you need anything else,” she smiled, walking away.

You swirled the ice cubes in your glass, just as your previous waiter came out with your food.

“Velvety Escargots Bourguignonne for the gentleman, and Chicken Fricassee for the lady,” he said, placing down your plates and walking away.

Riki stared at his plate with disgust in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, folding a napkin over your lap to catch any spills or crumbs as you ate.

“Uhmmm, I didn’t order snails…,” he cringed, poking at the shelled creatures on his plate with a fork.

“You literally looked at the menu and told the waiter that’s what you wanted. I thought you spoke French!”

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I can read it,” he replied.

“What did you think ‘escargot bourguignonne’ meant anyways?”

“Dunno, sounds like a pasta dish to me.”

“Well… do you wanna trade plates?” You offered, not wanting to come off as silly foreigners for misreading the menu.

“Pfft, of course not, I’m getting my money back! Ines! Excusez-moi, madame Ines?!”

You reached for Riki’s hand, trying to redirect his attention, “Riki, please, let’s just enjoy our food. Paris is a culinary landmark, I’m sure we’ll run into some better places after this,” you pleaded, swapping the plates on the table.

He let out a sigh, unrolling his napkin and placing it on his lap as well, “Fine. Bon appétit and what not.”

After finishing up in Le Goût, you and Riki took a walk from the restaurant, exploring the streets of France.

You weren’t too worried about getting lost, because Riki hired a personal chauffeur to guide you two through the city if needed..

He hadn’t realized how much farther ahead of you he was walking until you grabbed onto his hand.

“Oh, so we’re making it a public thing, I see?” He winked, pulling you closer to him.

“No, you just walk fast as hell and I can’t keep up with your legs,” you corrected, giving him a look.

“Mhm, whatever you say, ____.”

That’s when you two stumbled upon a group of people, waiting at the edge of a dock to be boarded on for a boat ride.

“Please don’t say you’re afraid of water,” Riki looked at you with hopeful eyes.

You weren’t too fond of potentially getting your cute outfit soiled, but with the way Riki peered into your eyes, it was hard to say no... again.

“Okay, let’s go,” you smiled, following behind him as he led you by the hand.

It didn’t take long for the officials to load you and Riki on the raft, as he opted for the cheaper version that gave him control to row the boat.

You watched as he paddled across the Seine River with childlike glee, observing the antique buildings surrounding the Eiffel Tower.

If it wasn’t for the cool breeze pulling you back to reality, you would’ve believed you were dreaming at how beautiful the scenery was.

How beautiful this moment with Riki was—

Ugh, never mind, it’s probably the snails affecting the chemicals in your brain.

“This is incredible,” Riki exclaimed, his arms rotating at a constant circle as he maneuvered the boat paddles, soaking up the Parisian sun.

“Like how incredible it is that despite your amateurish being, you can somehow pull everything off,” you smirked, nudging his knee with your shoe.

“Amateurish being? I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve that you haven’t even seen yet, ____. Trust, biologically, I was BUILT to pull everything off.”

“Right, so what happened with those snails earlier?”

“Gosh, are you seriously bringing that up right now?”

“Yes, I am seriously, deadass, on God, for real am bringing this up.”

He tried to hide the smile that dared to show on his face at the way you mocked his previous use of slang.

“Don’t get shy now, Riki. I can see you blushing.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you, clicking his teeth with his tongue before throwing the paddles into the river.

“RIKI!”

“Whoops! Looks like my bashful little fingers slipped,” he giggled, not being able to contain his laughter from the shocked expression on your face.

“Guess we’re gonna have to swim back. Come on,” he beamed, talking off his turtleneck before diving into the lake, water splashing all over your lap.

“Oh my God, Riki, you’re such an imbecile!”

“And you’re such a baby! Now come on, the water feels great, I promise!”

You watched as the water rippled around his movements.

You couldn't see anything below the dark blue river, making you feel anxious about actually jumping in.

“W-w-what if there are alligators hiding in there?”

“Pfft,” he scoffed, “French alligators? I mean, if I’m still swimming, they must have a pretty low appetite… unless… they prefer breast meat,” he winked, treading in the water.

“Gosh, you’re such a weirdo,” you whined, watching as he made his way over to the other side of the lake, marching up the rocky land.

He shook his head like a puppy, trying to get rid of the access water in his hair.

You looked away from him shyly, trying not to peek at how the white t-shirt he wore clung to his toned abs.

“Are you coming over here today, or what?” He teased, putting his hands on his hips.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, leveling your nerves before jumping in the water, leaving your favorite beret behind in the now abandoned boat.

So much for being peaceable foreigners.

After making it to Riki, which wasn’t nearly as daunting as you expected, he applauded your performance. “Brava, ____! Brava!! You successfully swam across a 30ft deep river!”

“30?!” you shivered in disbelief, thankful that he shared the rivers depth with you after you already got across.

“Relax, ____, that’s like a kiddy pool. Anyways, let’s get back to the hotel before we get sick,” he said as the chilly winds hit both your wet bodies.

Under any other ordinary circumstances, you probably would’ve beaten the hell out of Riki for being so careless.

But it was something about the Parisian air that made you care less.

Riki phoned the chauffeur to bring you back to the resort, where he arranged a spa evening for you to be professionally pampered by French beauticians.

Meanwhile, he went to shower in the hotel room, saying that he’d meet you back at the spa when you were finished.

One of the hairdressers gave you a blow out and quick trim just to clean up your ends.

Then, conveniently after your finger nail polish finished drying, your phone beeped with a message from Hanni.

Riki tapped you on the shoulder, the scent of his sweet citrus cologne hitting your senses.

“You ready?” He asked, picking up one of the matcha macarons the spa staff gave you.

“Ready for what?”

“To eat. I know you’ve gotten all pretty, but I think it’s best we stay in since it’s dark out now.”

Did he just call you pretty?!?!

“Okay, we can hit up the French market and maybe make something for dinner," you suggested.

“Oh my gosh, great idea! We could make my mom’s gyoza recipe!”

“Oh, did she make the ones you let me try at the airport that day, too?”

“I can’t believe you still remember that," he said in shock.

“Well yeah, that was only a few days ago…”

“Hmm. I guess you just don’t seem like a stranger to me anymore,” He smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you from the resort spa.

After shopping at the market, where the prices were surprisingly affordable, you and Riki headed back to your hotel room to unpack the groceries.

“I hope you’re good at cooking,” Riki chimed, grabbing a large bowl to fill with all the French snacks you brought from the store.

“Why, exactly?”

“Because, I’m mostly gonna watch while you keep me entertained, Chef ____.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, grabbing a knife and chopping board as you started prepping the ingredients you’d need.

“Does ‘tsp’ mean tablespoon or teaspoon?” You asked, struggling to interpret his Mom’s recipe instructions.

“All I know is big spoon and little spoon,” he smirked, leaning closer over the counter.

You brushed off his flirting as you kept trying to figure out the recipe. That’s when Riki grabbed a handful of fondue flavored chips from the snack bowl, crunching them between his teeth.

“Gosh, would you stop chewing so freaking loud? I can’t think!”

“It’s not my fault you’re a babo,” he teased, poking you on the nose.

“Bet you can’t say that in French.”

“Pfft, why would I need to?”

“Because you said you speak French?”

“For the last time, I do! I’m just not a dictionary.”

“Sounds like another lame excuse, but whatever. Pass me the sesame oil… Oh, and one of those chips!”

Making the gyoza wasn’t nearly as hard as you anticipated. Though, your main struggle came with capturing the authentic flavors.

After steaming the doughy purses and tossing them in a dark chili sauce, you plated a few for Riki to try, even though you both were already stuffed from the snacks alone.

“Ugh, can you at least try them while they’re fresh?” You whined, bringing one of the saucy gyozas to Riki’s mouth with a pair of chopsticks.

He complied with a sigh, parting his lips as he hummed.

“What do you think?”

“Well, they don’t taste like my mom’s, but they’re not horrible. I’ll give it a 4/10.”

“Huh?!”

“Well, I didn’t expect you to do better than her, or even come close, so don’t feel too bad about it.”

You pouted, wrapping the remaining dumplings in plastic wrap before placing them in the hotel fridge.

“Alright, let’s freshen up and head to bed,” he suggested, wiping the kitchen counter and heading to the bathroom to wash up.

You went in after he finished, changing into your pajamas and meeting him on the kingsized bed.

“Ahh... I love Paris,” he smiled, adjusting his head on the pillow.

“Yeah. Me too, but why?”

“Because, the next time I visit, I’ll be reminded of you.”

“Aww, how cheesy,” you smiled, returning a poke to his nose.

“No, I’m serious. I’ve never had this much fun with someone before.”

“But we’ve been arguing the entire time.”

“I know, but… that’s just our way of…”

“Flirting?”

He blushed at your words, “Yea. Our way of flirting.”

You felt your own face heat up in the moment, fighting the urge to scoot closer to him on the mattress.

“So,” you began timidly, “what comes after this stage?”

“Depends,” he replied, resting his hands behind his head, “Where do you want it to go?”

“Riki…”

“What?”

“We just met—“

“That doesn’t answer my question, ____.”

You let out a breath, thinking on his words, “Hmm. I think we would make great fr-enemies.”

He giggled, “That’s it?”

“That's it. But maybe with time… we could—”

Buzz, buzz.

A notification from Riki’s phone lit up the dim hotel room. He reached for his phone, only to see a text from his friend Jake, who said he just arrived in Paris and wanted to meet up tomorrow.

“Was this planned?” You asked confused.

“No?… I don’t know why he’s here... or how he even knows I’m here.”

“Well. Looks like we better get some rest for tomorrow.”

“Ughh, but I wanted to spend our last day here together,” he pouted, rubbing his eyebrows.

“And we still can, Riki. It’ll probably be fun having your friend around, anyway.”

A moment of silence filled the air before he spoke.

“Fine. As long as you don’t mind, neither do I,” he smiled, turning off the night light before trying to get some sleep.

“Hanni. Pham. You sneaky salamander!”

"Bonjour, bestie! Turns out, Riki does have a cute and single friend. Meet Jake, my favorite Aussie boy!" She beamed, clinging onto him as if they've known each other for life.

You wondered if that's how you and Riki looked together.

"Nice to meet you, Jake," you forced a smile, shaking his hand.

"You too, Miss ____," he returned with an Australian accent that caught you off guard.

No wonder Hanni and him were already getting along so well.

"Jake-hyung, when you said you wanted to hang out at the amusement park, I didn't think you meant for a double-date," Riki said with an awkward smile, searching your face for an 'okay' sign.

"Aww, c'mon Nishi, it's not every day that you're granted with such convenient chances (😉) to hang out with friends," Jake began.

"Exactly. Let's make the most of this beautiful day, shall we?" Hanni encouraged, taking your hand in hers as you, Riki, and Jake went on to explore the park.

The four of you went on more rides than you could keep track of, ranging from ferris wheels, spinning teacups, and rollercoasters.

It was also fun watching Riki and Jake battle it out on an amusement park mini game to win a stuffed animal prize: Of course, Riki won, but you gave the plush to Hanni because you didn't feel like carrying it around.

You all planned to end the night with ice cream, but that was until Riki caught sight of a jewelry making station.

"____, we have to," Riki said in a serious tone.

You giggled, "Have to what? Make matching friendship bracelets?"

"Uh, YES!"

Hanni and Jake sat at a different table than you and Riki, hooking different charms to the silver bracelet chains provided by the staff.

You and Riki decided to make one for each other and then swap them once you finished.

"Are you guys almost done?" Jake asked, looking at the time which was running close to 7:30pm.

"Almost, I just need to make a few finishing touches," Riki smiled, adding on some beads.

Finally, you all payed for the bracelets and put them in velvet baby blue goody bags, bidding your farewells before heading back to your respective hotel rooms to pack.

"Today was so much fun," Riki exclaimed, sorting the clothes in his suitcase.

"I know, I'm already sad just thinking about how we go back to reality tomorrow."

"Yeah...but in the meantime, let's enjoy our last few hours in Paris," he smiled, closing his suitcase before putting on a French film for you both to fall asleep to.

The next morning came by faster than desired. On the flight back home, you reminisced about your fun weekend in Paris as though you might forget the moment you stopped thinking.

It was the simple things that started to effect you the most.

Riki's random Spotify playlist knitted memories with songs, faces to feelings.

You were falling hard for Riki, and the truth was, you had been since day one. It was obvious that he felt the same way about you, too.

The only thing holding you back was the fear of letting go.

The fear of letting love.

"All flight passengers, we have started our descent and will be landing shortly. Please remain seated after making sure your tray tables are in their upright positions and any other personal belongings are within your vicinity. Thank you," the pilot spoke from the head of the plane.

You and Riki were sharing a box of cream filled French cookies as you finished the last few minutes of the movie "Your Name" on his laptop.

"So you're telling me that this ends with Taki and Mitsuha not remembering each other?" You asked sadly, wishing the two characters could've had a happier ending.

"Not in this film, no. But the director mentioned something in an interview about them eventually reuniting and even getting married," Riki clarified, taking a sip from his carton of chocolate milk.

You sighed, looking out the window as the ending credits played silently in the background.

Riki tapped your shoulder, causing you to whip your head to face him.

"Here," he said, handing you the baby blue velvet sack he kept from Paris.

After making your bracelet, he said he wouldn't let you see it until y'all were in the plane. Turns out, that moment was now.

"Open it," he nearly whispered, his usual piercing eyes becoming more soft.

You took the bag in your hand, untying the string as you slid the silver bracelet in your palm. Riki didn't hesitate to fasten the hook around your wrist, a hue of pink rising to his cheeks at the sight.

You observed the rainbow heart beads and other cute charms that ran across the length of the bracelet.

One charm that stood out to you most was the shimmery blue airplane, dangling next to a cursive letter R.

The bracelet was so nice that it made you feel insecure about the one you made for him. He payed attention to so many little details, all apart of every moment that you shared together so far.

Even though the gesture was simple, you were left speechless.

"Riki, it's beautiful," you beamed, fighting the urge to hug him.

"Alright, alright, now where's mine," he teased, shaking with anticipation.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot," you giggled, reaching in your purse to hand him the velvet sack containing the bracelet you made him.

That's when a robotic voice emitted a series of beeps and tones from the ceiling speakers: a familiar chime that let you know the airplane had officially landed.

Riki was quick to grab your luggage and his, making his way to the airport base as you trailed behind him.

You knew after landing, the peaceful nature of your weekend would be bombarded with the busy world you knew best.

You still couldn't believe that you had just traveled cross-country with a complete stranger, and if given the opportunity, you wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

Riki took your hands in his just as your Uber ride pulled up outside the airport, since your usual chauffeur, Hanni, was still in Paris with her 'favorite Aussie boy.'

"I don't really know what to say, but... Paris was cool...with you, I mean," Riki admitted shyly, his usually dominant aura faltering before you.

"Yeah. Paris was cool with you, too, Riki," you smiled, stepping on your tip-toes and kissing him on the cheek.

You turned on your heel, walking towards the shiny glass doors with your polkadot suitcase clicking behind you.

Of course you looked back, and of course he was still there waiting for you to leave with a smile.

You made your way to the vehicle, loaded your things in the trunk before hopping in the backseat.

The quiet Uber driver made his way out of the parking lot while a certain thought meddled in the back of your mind: Riki and I will probably never see each other again.

Still, unlike Taki and Mitsuha, you could never forget the flirty TSA agent who stole your heart.

You looked at the bracelet on your wrist again, smiling at the recent memories that were already started to feel distant.

That's when you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Buzz, buzz.

You pulled your phone from your purse, revealing a text on your screen from a number you hadn't made a contact for yet:

"Hey, it's Riki. I know you just left, but I might die if we don't hang out tomorrow. Coffee at Café Royale's? Again? Maybe?"

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