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yall my ass has a yumster fic idea but i feel like id be way too similar to one ive seen before.. fml

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late night calls.

002. fuck kim JONGSEOB

synopsis. after a hard breakup between y/n and riki, they try to find their distance. however, when riki calls y/n late at night because he was reposted by his favorite choreographer, she answers. she keeps answering his calls like routine. as it keeps going on, there’s only so much she can do to avoid him and their feelings.

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CHAPTER 38 | someone help jake

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an: ending of this chapter is a slight crossover of @hoonieyun’s black coffee or cream and sugar which in so in lovee with. If you haven’t read it already please do it’s literally so good. I binged the entire thing in one day and I promise you will not be disappointed. This chapter is also a slight interlude to Jakes upcoming Smau her sweet kiss.

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CHAPTER 31 | can I have this dance ?

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an: something about seeing a sanrio pfp when his dn is "evil Kendrick" makes me giggle ngl. Anyways...likeee what's going on between Melody and Jongseob? they're literally always arguing with each other

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𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗪𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 ˆᗜˆ boyfriend!enhypen

( 精確的 ) 𓏧 when it’s that time of the month 👜 엔하이픈 ╱ 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗎 𝑓!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ��𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝟰𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 ✿

HEESEUNG

honestly, he’s kind of flustered the first time. if you tell him your cramps are hurting, he goes wide-eyed. “okay okay—should i get the doctor? not the doctor, but like…..food? medicine? heating pad? blanket? socks?”

but once he clams down, he’s clingy and sweet, but not in a smothering way, more like “if you’re gonna feel pain, at least suffer using me as a pillow.”

he’d turn off the lights, queue up your comfort shows, and lie behind you with his hand on your lower belly. not too much pressure, but he’d feel like you’d want him there with you.

he doesn’t say much unless you wanna talk, but when you do? he listens carefully, even if it’s about a minor inconvenience you had. to him, this is a “bare minimum boyfriend mission” and he takes it very seriously.

JAY

jay’s the type to anticipate it. not in a weird way — but he’d like to call himself observant. if your cycle’s pretty regular, he’d text you the day before saying: “tell me if you need anything for tomorrow.” his love language is preparation.

he has painkillers, pads, and tampons stacked just in case. he’d research the best foods that help with bloating and low iron, and he won’t say it, but he’s proud when he sees your surprised reaction.

he just moves around the house doing little things for you— folding laundry, making sure your water bottle is full e.t.c.

if you’re feeling irritable, he gives you space, but always—and i mean always, checks in on you. “you okay?” “sorry for snapping baby, i didn’t meant it.” “don’t apologize, i’d be pissed too if my organs were trying to kill me once a month.”

JAKE

this is all very new to him, he’d feel like he’s walking into a new territory. at first he’d be like “what can i do for you? anything you want.” then two hours later he’s back with five bags of snacks, 3 kinds of juice and a humongous teddy bear that he thought would cheer you up. (he’d try to act casual about like he didn’t pace around the store trying to find the ones you like.)

he’s very physically comforting — likes to sit close, stroke your hair, and let you lie across his chest while he scrolls through his phone.

he doesn’t take offense if you’re short with him. in fact, he’s unbothered. “do you want space? “no.” “you look like you need to yell at someone…” “well….kind of.” “don’t worry, i’ll sit here and take it.”

he might joke a little, but if you’re in actual pain, the playful energy disappears. he’ll hold your hand, stay quiet, and rub small circles on your back until you feel better.

SUNGHOON

he doesn’t say much, but he’s does notice when you act ‘different’. he can tell something’s wrong just by the way you exhale or how you sit with your arms around your waist.

so when he realizes when its that time of the month, he quietly takes care of things. heating pad plugged in? check. your favorite sweatshirt handed to you without asking? check. extra blanket folded on the couch? check. your comfort drink sitting next to you with a tiny post-it note: “hope this helps.” check. check. check.

he’s not overly touchy, but if you lean into him, he’s all in — pulling you into his side, hand resting softly on your hip.

he doesn’t ask a hundred questions, he just does things. like warming up the bathroom before your shower, or texting, “don’t worry about anything today. just rest. i’ve got you.”

SUNOO

sunoo is lowkey the period fairy godmother. he understands what you’re going through and doesn’t downplay anything. when you say, “i’m in pain,” he doesn’t respond with fake sympathy.

he just looks you dead in the eyes and goes,“okay, that’s it. you’re not moving. you’re going to sit down, and i’m handling the rest.”

he brings you every snack you love (and also things he knows you secretly want but wouldn’t ask for), and sets you up in bed with a laptop, your fuzzy socks, and background music.

he will also spoil you emotionally — complimenting you constantly. “yes you’re bloated. you’re also adorable. and i’m obsessed with you. so let’s keep the drama at zero today.”

JUNGWON

he notices before you say anything — the way you hold your stomach, how your mood’s a little off, or how you suddenly don’t want your favorite food.

he doesn’t say anything at first, just quietly grabs a blanket, tucks it around you, and sits next to you with a bottle of warm tea.

when you eventually say, “my period started,” he just nods. “i figured. want me to make you something warm?” he’s calm about it, which makes you calm. he doesn’t overreact or make it awkward — he’s just naturally nurturing.

he knows which painkillers you usually take and reminds you to eat something before you take them. “if you don’t feel like talking, it’s okay. i’ll stay with you anyway.”

Ni-Ki

at first? he’s confused but trying his best. like, he’s seen it in health class and K-dramas, but this is real life. you’re curled up, silent, face in a pillow — and he’s just hovering like, “do i… bring food? or… a priest?”

he asks questions. some weird. some helpful. “are the cramps like… inside cramps or muscle cramps?” “if you ate something sweet, would that help or make it worse?”

once he gets the hang of it, he’s actually really good at it — especially with physical comfort. he gives you his hoodie, lets you wear his socks, and quietly joins you under the covers. when you shift uncomfortably, he’ll adjust pillows around you and mumble, “i don’t really get it, but… i can just stay here until it passes, okay?”

If you’re grumpy, he would try and make you laugh as much as possible. “don’t hit me, i’m fragile.” “…shut up.” “but i brought you cookies. love me again.”

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⸻ boyfriend texts with nishimura riki ♡ ,

warnings. none, only a lil suggestive joke because y/n is freaky

nari's note. i wanted to show a cute relationship dynamic without mischaracterizing niki, i hope you, little reader, like it a lot! also pls ignore timestamps!

nari's note. i always see texts where the boyfriend comforts the girlfriend so i wanted to change that a bit and show an even relationship where they both take care of each other but also mess with each other a lot and have fun together (my dream relationship ig...)

credits to the comedy genius engenes who made those pics i used!

please comment if you'd read a part two! any reblog or like is kindly appreciated since i just started this blog ^_^

lastly, please forgive me for any typos, english is not my first language

DEARMYNARI, 25 ♡

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CHAPTER 29 | fly high Jake

an: Makos letters are written at the end, the pictures are solely for aesthetics please don’t struggle reading to read them

Makos letter to yn reads

To yn,

I know that you’ve already forgiven me, but I’d like to apologize again. I never thought that I could hurt you in the way I have and it really has pained me lately to know that I caused a ripple between the two of us. You’re just all I’ve known since before elementary school and it was hard to see that things were changing right before my eyes and I couldn’t keep up with the changes. So many new people have entered your life and mine and I was starting to become afraid that you wouldn’t need me anymore. It wasn’t Just the fact that I’ve had these feelings for you for so long but i just didn’t want us to drift apart. I didn’t want Niki to come in and change things even more. But within trying to prevent those changes I did something worse and put a distance between us. I’m sorry, so fucking sorry I betrayed your trust.Everything that you said was right, I know I was wrong and I’m going to give youwhatever space you need, to find yourself, to explore things with Niki without mr holding onto you, or holding you back. This could be your first love, first real love and I want that for you, I really do. So I’m going to step back the next few days and give all of you space.I won’t be at the pool party or at today’s gathering at moonstruck. I just hope that within time we can become close again.

Sincerely, Mako

Her letter to Niki

I’m not really sure where to start, I never really took the time to Get to know you and for that I want to say sorry also. I really truly am sorry, for lying, for the water at the karting track. I let my intrusive thoughts and fear of losing my best friend get the best of me.I’m not asking to be best friends, or for us to be close, but I do hope that one day I can get to know you without my envy getting in the way. I know that what I did was inexcusable and weird, and right now I’m feeling all of that guilt and hurt that I know I deserve but I hope that you know it was never anything against you. I ler my insecurities and abandonment issues drive me to do something fucked up. I hope that it hasn’t ruined things between you and yn, I can tell she really likes you. She hasn’t talked about anyone the way she talks about you since middle school. She says that you’re genuine and you pay attention to the little things about her and I hope that’s true. I hope that you love and take care of her because that’s what she deserves after so many people have lied to her and used her over and over again. I see the way you make her seem and I don’t want to get in the way of that. Not when you actually make her so happy. So again Niki I’m so sorry, sorry for making it seem like you were using her after what I heard in the hallway. I’m sorry for not getting to know you and prejudging you because of my own agenda and hope that everyday we can move on.

Sincerely, Mako

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im enjoying this very much 😁

CHAPTER 26 | niki hate club

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an: Maya and Chaewon just might be my favorite duo

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im starting to freak out abt the fact that im seeing enha in 55 days... also so close. do you guys think i have any chance at any sort of interaction during send off?

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CHAPTER 21 | why does this feel like a breakup?

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CHAPTER 14 | he wouldn’t lie to me right?

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an: so heyyy, how yall feeling after this chapter…

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CHROME HEARTS ──but I break them still

❪ CHROME HEARTS ❫ nishimura riki & fem!rea 1.5k w.c ⋆♱✮ fluff/angst ༯ university au ꫂ ၴႅၴ synopsis──★˙nainais library !! @k-films

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CHAPTER 8 | wait a minute

Friday, a day which most of your peers spent skipping classes or celebrating the upcoming weekend, the day most anticipated by many college students because Friday meant no classes the next morning, no assignments to stress over, and most of all no waking up early. Most people would push off their work until the last minute and scramble to get it done when the time to turn them in had finally come, yet here you were, sitting beneath the old willow tree in the courtyard lap full of crumpled sheets of sketch paper and pencil shavings. Not to say that your commitment to your craft made you better than anyone-– hell you had 4 unfinished bio assignments gathering dust on your computer, yet here you were unsurprisingly making art your priority, struggling yet again to find your spark.

It was like you’d been experiencing some sort of drought and famine in the art department, the last piece you’d made that you were truly satisfied with was the previous year. You’d practically won over everyone with your weeping angel piece, one of your finest works that seemed almost ethereal, one gaze and it was sure to make anyones skin crawl. But that was last year of course, and now here you sit in the present on the verge of ripping your hair straight from your head, the stress of having absolutely nothing but a blank canvas starting to bubble over. A frustrated sigh spills from your lips as you erase and draw over and over again repeating the same cycle until something sparks. You’d eventually give up brainstorming and turn to drawing straight up circles, shading the outline darker and darker until your pencil had pierced straight through the paper, a complete mockery of your efforts to let your creativity flow.

You thought that the surrounding scene would be helpful, that it would help you zen out as you sat there. Headphones blasting your usual tunes while you sat in a more cheerful environment rather than confine yourself to the art room, but your efforts had gone awry. In reality you just looked lonely and ill tempered, sat openly in the middle of the courtyard with a scowl on your face.

Niki had been taking his leave when he saw you sat in the middle of the courtyard, an annoyed pout on your lips and that same dark cloud he’d seen from before still looming over your head raining down nothing other than defeat and anguish. He couldn’t help but smile, of course he knew you were most likely still losing your shit over this art assignment but all he could think about was how cute you looked. Messy hair most likely from twirling and tugging at it out of frustration, and puffed out cheeks, a tell all that you were far past the annoyance stage. You seemed to be deep in though as he made his way over, headphones over your ears and your gaze practically glued to the empty sheet of paper.

Dropping his bag down in front of you he takes the seat beside you before taking one side of your earbuds and placing it in his own ear.

“Hold on wait a minute..’’ “feel my heart's intention” “hold on wait a minute i left my consciousness in the sixth dimension.’’

“Why is it that you always seem to find me when i’m in the middle of a mental breakdown.’’ You question, pulling the other earbud from your ear and placing it into your lap. He follows suit, removing the other bud and dropping it into your lap with a shrug.

“the real question is why are you always on the verge of a mental breakdown when I see you?’’ He follows up with a question of his own, stealing your sketchbook into his own hands and flipping through the pages.

“There's nothing in there worth looking at.’’ You sigh pulling your knees to your chest and watching as he flips aimlessly through every page with an unspoken interest, his eyes telling a different story with each flip of a page.

“You’re making it seem like they’re terrible. They aren't bad, they just aren’t you and they lack conviction.’’

‘They aren’t you’ three words that spoke volumes and left you with that same queasy feeling you’d gotten the last time he pointed out even the smallest of details about you.

“What exactly is me? I don’t even really know anymore.’’ you sigh as he places the book back into your lap and you slip it into your bag along with your other supplies.

“So that’s your problem, you’re lacking intentiveness, you need a muse…’’ Niki just spews out a blatant observation, but your lack of response was all the confirmation he needed to know that he was right. You were lacking the drive and innovation that you’d once had behind your past works, and whether it be finding your old spark or a new flame to ignite something within you he didn't mind helping you get it back.

“It’s just frustrating, I’ve never had to think this much.’’ you exhale, a defeated sigh following your words as you tried to grasp what could have possibly been your turning point leading you here, sure you were burned out but there had been many occasions where you’d overworked yourself to the point of insomnia yet you never lost your spark then so why now?

“You need a break, you’re burned out, and it’s leading you to have an inspiration blockage. As long as i’ve seen you in class you never stop, your focus is always glued to the canvas, even after classes when it's just the two of us in the art room i’ve never seen you give yourself a breather.’’ His words were like a smack in the face, not for negative reasons but because he seemed to make the observations you’d prayed no one would ever bring to your attention. He didn’t care whether they were the best or worst parts of you he always mentioned them without fail.

“I- don’t really…I never really had much time for a breather, inspiration goes just as quick as it comes..I’ve learned it the hard way.’’

“What inspiration is there to lose if you’re lacking it right now?’’ heretorts, clapping back so fast it made you fall quiet and your lips pressed into a thin line, he was absolutely right and you had nothing to say to counter his comment.

“Go out with me tomorrow.’’ your eyebrows crease at his suggestion, a suggestion that made the air catch in your throat, yet before you could get the wrong idea he continued on. “I’ll take you to a few places in the city, if inspo is what you need then I know all the perfect places.”

“Are you trying to trick me into going on that date with you, after i rejected you the first time.’’ you respond, an amused grin on your lips at which he rolls his eyes.

“Seems like you’re the only one still stuck on the date, seeing as you’re the one bringing it up. If It were a date I'd have no problem asking you again.’’ he responds, his gaze telling all that he was completely serious. Now here you sat completely melting beneath his gaze and the worst part was you couldn’t even fathom the reason why, why your skin seemed to be lit ablaze anytime he gazed at you like that..like he could see right through you.

“Whatever.’’ you mumble, finally breaking her awkward silence streak with a scrunch of your nose that made Niki smile to himself.”fine i’ll go with you, if this doesn’t work you owe me banana milk for wasting my valuable time.’’

Your chatter continued, even the exchange of phone numbers and home addresses, and unbeknownst to the two of you two glaring eyes had caught the entire interaction, even up until Niki had finally gotten up and left and you were left alone again.

You find yourself smiling at the interaction, only looking up when you hear the crunch of leaves before you, you’d assume it was Niki coming back because he’d forgotten something but instead you find your best friend looking at you as if she’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

“Oh Mako I didn’t know you had classes today.’’ you shoot her a smile, one she doesn’t return she just glances back and forth between you and the direction Niki had just gone.

“I had to pick up my books from the library…” her words trail off before she looks at you, her gaze full of skepticism and another emotion you were finding hard to read. “You two close now? All of a sudden?’’

“Mako we shared a few conversations that’s all? It’s not like i’m running to him sharing my secrets.’’

“You aren’t starting to like him or anything are you?’’ you found yourself dumbfounded by the question, meanwhile she stood looking at you with a look in her eyes that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Mako, he’s just a friend.’’ you respond hesitantly, because if you were being truthful you weren’t sure what he was to you..after all you’d only had two conversations with him and as enjoyable as they had been they only left a big question mark at the topic of your relationship with him.

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CHAPTER 2 | FUCK YOU MR LEE

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an: the yn and Mr Lee beef needs to be studied honestly

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✧ Too Warm to Cuddle… But Not Really ✦༺⊹

Jake x Reader | Fluff | Comfort | Slightly Dramatic Pouting | Soft Moments

You're lying in bed, half-asleep, with the sheets barely covering you thanks to the sweltering heat of the night. The fan hums quietly, doing its best, but the air still feels heavy and warm.

Jake comes over silently, his hair messy and his face sleepy. Without saying anything, he snuggles up beside you and throws an arm over your waist, clinging to you like it's the dead of winter.

"Jake... it's hot." you mumble, gently nudging him with your elbow.

"Just for a little bit." he answers in a raspy, sleepy voice. But that “little bit” stretches on.

You carefully push him back toward his side of the bed. He pouts, frowning slightly without even opening his eyes, and like a stubborn puppy, scoots back over to you.

"Jake, come on..." you whisper through a quiet laugh, trying to move his leg off you. But he just pouts again—dramatically this time—with an exaggerated sigh that’s pure performance.

Then he flops right on top of you, full weight and all, like you’re a giant pillow.

"Jake, you’re crushing me!" you protest, laughing as you try to wiggle out from under him. He doesn’t budge, pretending to be in a deep, unbothered sleep.

"If you don’t let me hold you... I’ll die." he mumbles with mock tragedy, and you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that creeps up on your face.

Eventually, he shifts, sliding down beside you again. Without asking, he slips an arm around your waist from behind. This time, you let him.

He sighs in contentment, pressing his forehead softly against your back.

"Thank you." he whispers, finally drifting off to sleep.

And even though it’s still warm, somehow, it doesn’t bother you anymore.

A/n: Hii my loves, I haven’t had much time to write, so I’m posting this for now and tomorrow I’ll upload the OT7 reaction! I love you!! MWHA! 🩷

[dreeki]

Could you do Niki fiction when he saw you crying and he start crying to while comforting you because he got emotional.

❛ HOLD ME, CONSOLE ME ✶ 西村力

﹙677﹚ bf ! nr 𖹭 𝒻em. reader — fluff angst established relationship skinship ℳORE ❜

you entered the apartment, closing the door with your right foot. riki heard you, peeking out from the couch in your direction, immediately noticing your long face.

you walked sighing, throwing your bag into some chair before taking your jacket off and leaving it there, too.

“hi, babe” he smiled at you, as you walked in his direction. thin line between your lips, although you thought that you were smiling.

riki began to worry because of your behavior, knowing that something was off. so he just opened his arms in your direction, inviting you into a hug, like he always does.

“hey, ki” right after that, you threw yourself on top of him, wrapping your arms around his waist. niki fell on his back on the couch, also hugging your waist with furrowed brows.

“you okay?” his voice came out in a calm tone, but he was worried. you sighed, squeezing him in your embrace as you shook your head. his left hand traveled to your back, starting to stroke it.

“just work stuff..” you murmured on his chest. he looked at you, just staring at your hair. he wanted to see your face.

“you can tell me if you want,” he said, making you weakly smile.

“it's just my boss. he yelled at me in front of everyone. it was so stupid. he yelled just for such a stupid thing.” you started, your voice began to tremble in the last words. he noticed.

“it was so embarrassing, niki. the faces of my coworkers, the stares, the whispers. it makes me feel awful..” and then you started crying. your body started shaking because of your sobs against his chest.

niki scrunched his brows again, his heart beating fast against his ribs. he hated to see or hear you cry. his heart shattered every time that happened. even if you cried for a stupid movie or a random thing you read on the internet, he hated it. even more, if someone in specific was the culprit.

“it's okay, baby. it wasn't your fault.” his hand stroked your back again and again. jaw clenching as he held you with care. then he started to feel his vision blurring.

“it's.. so stressful.. he did it before, and it's so tiring. i hate it.” your sobs started to be a little bit loud, squeezing him with your arms and hands. his shirt was soaked by this point.

niki felt a tear down his cheek. he blinked to clear his vision.

“i'm gonna hit him for making you cry his way,” he said after some seconds. his voice came out strange, shaking. so you raised your head, finally meeting his eyes.

“why are you crying?” you spoke, putting one of your hands on his cheek, whipping off the tears. he looked devastated and angry. it surprised you a little.

“because i hate to see you cry” his eyes were watering, and his nose was a little bit red. a pout on his lips. even if you were still crying, you couldn't help but smile a little because of his reaction.

“i don't like to see you cry either..” you murmured, sorbing your nose. he raised his hand, whining off his tears as he closed his eyes.

“i want to hit him. look at your face.. my pretty girlfriend.” now, his two hands placed on your cheeks, whipping your tears too.

this time, you chuckled a bit, shaking your head.

“you don't hit people, babe..” you said, smiling as you looked at his eyes. they were a bit red. you caressed his cheek with your finger, coming closer to his face. “i love you.”

he blinked. your sudden words surprised him a bit, but then he just smiled, exhaling through his nose.

“and i love too.” he finally said, leaning to kiss you softly, still worried but a little bit happy to make you smile. but then he leaned back, looking at you. “but if this happens again, i'm seriously going to talk to him.”

you shook your head, smiling, and hugging him again.

[dreeki]

───── MY BIGGEST FAN 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you missed him, so why not go to his groups fansign to get his autograph…and him ｡｡ ɪᴅᴏʟ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1490 + / kissing , skinship , petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

the venue buzzed with the soft thunder of excited fans, murmuring anticipation and rustling albums clutched tightly to chests. the fansign had just begun, and riki was seated in the center of the table with his members, his body present but his mind drifting.

he was polite as always, playful when prompted, but something about today felt heavier. the kind of heavy that came from being weeks apart from you. every tour stop, every rehearsal, every sleep deprived night had been softened only by your voice through a phone screen, your little texts full of love, your late night videos reminding him to eat and sleep.

but it still wasn’t you.

riki tried to shake it off as he scribbled messages on photobooks and smiled through soft fan interactions. his fingers twirled the pen absentmindedly and he barely noticed the way staff was subtly guiding the next fan toward him.

until he looked up and the air was knocked clean out of his lungs.

there you were. no hoodie. no mask. no disguise. just you—his beautiful girl. smiling, radiant, beautiful, and very much real. you stood there like a dream, an album in your hand and the most mischievous look on your face.

“hi riki,” you said sweetly, as if you weren’t flipping his entire world upside down.

his eyes went wide. for a second, he froze completely, mouth slightly parted. he almost stood up out of instinct, chest surging with the need to touch you, pull you in, confirm you weren’t a hallucination brought on by lack of sleep and too many energy drinks.

but staff, cameras, and fans. he forced himself to sit still. barely. “i—what—” his words fumbled out in a whisper. “you’re here?”

you placed the album down gently in front of him, your eyes sparkling. “what, not gonna sign for your biggest fan?” he blinked at the photobook, then slowly back up at you. “this is so evil.”

“don’t worry, i brought a pen,” you teased, tapping your fingers on the table. “autograph, please. make it special.”

riki tried to act cool, but his hands trembled slightly as he opened the album. the page you picked already had one of his pictures staring back at him. his sleepy post concert smile, the one you always said was your favorite.

he swallowed hard, willing his hands to move normally as he signed his name. underneath it, he scribbled a small, hidden message in tiny handwriting only you would understand : i’ve been going crazy without you.

then, as discreetly as he could manage, he slid his hand across the table. his fingers grazed yours and you didn’t hesitate. you interlaced your hands beneath the cover of the album, warm and familiar and home.

riki exhaled softly, the relief palpable in his shoulders. “i thought you were in L.A. until next week,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours.

“changed my flight,” you whispered back. “surprise.”

“best surprise of my life,” he murmured, squeezing your hand.

jake was the first to notice and from two seats down, he let out a very obvious, very exaggerated cough followed by a knowing smirk. riki didn’t even care. he was too busy trying to hold it together while every instinct in his body screamed to get up and hold you properly.

but you gave his hand one final squeeze before gently pulling back, eyes warm and full of unspoken promise. “see you backstage?”

“don’t run. i’m coming straight for you.” you winked, took the signed album, and stepped away. suddenly, the world was colorless without you standing in front of him.

the rest of the fansign was torture.

he powered through somehow, offering smiles and laughter like his heart hadn’t just nearly burst. but every few minutes, his eyes flicked toward the back exit, counting down the seconds until he could bolt.

and finally, finally, it ended.

the moment the cameras cut and the last fan waved goodbye, riki was up. he didn’t wait for staff instructions or even say goodbye to his members. he moved through the backstage corridors like a man on a mission, heart hammering, eyes scanning every corner.

then he turned into the hallway behind the dressing rooms and there you were. waiting against the wall, your fingers nervously twisting at the hem of your shirt, until you saw him.

“baby—”

he didn’t say a word. he closed the space in three long strides and wrapped his arms around you so tightly you gasped. he pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing you in like oxygen, like something he hadn’t had in too long.

“i missed you,” you whispered.

“never, ever leave me that long again,” he said into your neck. “that was the absolute worst.”

you chuckled, arms winding around him. “you’re so dramatic.”

he leaned back, hands cupping your cheeks. “i’m not. you were right there and i couldn’t even kiss you.”

your eyes softened, “you can now.”

that’s all it took before he kissed you. softly at first, then deeper, slower, like he was trying to make up for every second you two had been apart. one hand cradled the back of your head, the other still wrapped tight around your waist.

when he finally pulled away, he rested your foreheads together, noses brushing as his thumbs caressed your cheeks.

“you’re not going back to L.A. tomorrow, right?” he asked, breath still warm against your lips.

“i have five days here,” you whispered, your hands sliding up his back and curling at the nape of his neck.

“then cancel everything. i’m keeping you,” he said, dead serious.

you laughed softly, but it was the kind that came from deep in your chest. the kind that said i missed you just as much. “what would you even do with me for five days straight?”

his eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint flashing through them. “are you asking me to give you a full itinerary?”

“ki—”

“okay, okay,” he smirked, hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you a little closer. “first, i’m gonna spend the rest of tonight with you in my arms. no distractions. no stage lights. no rushing to the next schedule. just us.”

you smiled up at him, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “then what?”

“then tomorrow, i’m taking you to every spot i wanted to show you while i was on tour here. that one cafe i kept texting you about? the one with the strawberry croissants?”

“you’ve been thinking about strawberry croissants this whole time?”

“no,” he said, voice dropping a little lower, “i’ve been thinking about you trying them and getting powdered sugar on your lips so i can have an excuse to kiss it off.”

you blushed and he laughed gently, dipping his head down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

he pulled back just enough to look at you fully, eyes scanning your face like he was memorizing every part all over again. “you’re really here,” he said again, almost to himself, “i still can’t believe it.”

“i wanted to see you,” you said softly. “you’ve looked so tired on camera lately.” he smiled, the kind of smile that only came when he was completely, fully at ease. “i’ve been tired. missing you is exhausting.”

you tilted your head. “you’re such a drama queen.” he leaned in again, brushing his lips over yours with a light laugh. “only for you.”

you two stood like that for a moment, just the two of you, wrapped up in each other in the quiet hallway where no one else could see. no stylists, no managers, no fans. just you and riki. his arms around you, your fingers tangled in his shirt, and the buzz of the outside world finally quiet for the first time in weeks.

then he whispered, lips brushing your hair, “come back with me to the dorm. the others will scream, but i need you to be with me tonight. i just…want to fall asleep next to you.”

your voice was soft, “are you sure?”

he nodded, eyes glassy with how much he missed you. “i don’t care who sees anymore. i just want you. i want to hold your hand outside a fansign. i want you in my bed, stealing my blankets and kicking me in your sleep.”

“you miss me kicking you?” you teased.

“i’d let you drop kick me if it meant waking up with you next to me.” that earned him a laugh so bright and familiar, it made his chest ache in the best way. he took your hand again, kissed the back of it, and looked into your eyes. “come with me?”

you nodded and just like that, you left together, his fingers laced with yours, hearts finally full again. he made it through the photos, the smiles, the empty days of pretending.

now he had what he really needed. you, in his arms, for real, and he wasn’t letting go.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva @heekolazz @soona-huh

[dreeki]

ON MY MIND ✵ NISHIMURA RIKI.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. YOU MAY BE ON MY MIND

EVERYDAY BABY, SAY YOU’RE MINE .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ you ask your boyfriend to narrate your makeup video and he says yes, but you don’t expect what he leaves in.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. gamer bf!niki x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. fluff ᝰ.ᐟ warnings/tags. teasing, you do vlogs/make videos, established relationship, domestic fluff, niki lowkey bullies you

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 1k

(🎧) now playing — cool with you by njz.

masterlist.

NIKI SLIDES ONTO YOUR DESK chair like he lives there. (he kind of does at this point.)

you left hours ago, sending him a link to the footage and a simple message:

“do my voiceover plz haha”

he sent back a thumbs up emoji and a picture of him playing valorant at your setup with a bowl of dry cereal.

but — finally — the video’s up on your editing laptop. you’re centered in the frame, lips already glossy, his hoodie slipping off one shoulder like you didn’t plan that. he rolls his eyes and hits record.

“alright. this is my girlfriend. she’s about to spend thirty minutes proving she doesn’t need makeup by putting on a full face of makeup.” he says, voice flat.

you hold up your primer and flash a peace sign at the camera.

“step one: mystery goop. i think it makes your face sticky. which is apparently good. don’t ask me why.”

you start patting it in with your fingers, totally focused.

“she’s acting like she’s doing heart surgery right now. it’s not that deep, bro.”

a moment.

“okay, maybe it is. her skin looks good. whatever.”

next up is foundation. you dot it on with practiced precision.

“here comes the skin colored lotion. as if her face isn’t already smooth.”

you blend quickly with your sponge, mouth moving like you’re talking to yourself off camera.

“she’s definitely complaining about something right now. probably the sponge. or the time. she’s never on time.”

concealer comes next. you do a triangle under the eyes, and a to the chin.

“she does this everytime like she doesn’t sleep whenever she can. like it doesn’t make sense.”

you lift a brow at the mirror. he mirrors the look automatically, smirking.

“she makes that face every time. like she’s surprised it’s turning out cute. babe. it always turns out cute.”

you do your brows now. you go in with small, controlled strokes and niki hums under his breath.

“this part? she zones out completely. i could be talking to her and tell her i crashed the car and she’ll make faces then respond ten seconds later.”

then eyeshadow. you hesitate. consider. then go for the neutral and pink shades.

he nods like he predicted it.

“she does this every time. pretends she’s gonna experiment with brighterer colors and then picks the same color she always uses. at this point it’s muscle memory.”

eyeliner next. you draw a clean wing with one hand, barely blinking.

“i can’t look. i always think she’ll poke her eye.”

you pick up your lash curler and glance at the camera like you already know he’s going to say something.

“yep. the torture device.”

you clamp it, curling your eyelashes upward.

“why are you not even scared? like you’re not squeezing metal near your eyeball right now. couldn’t be me. actually, literally wouldn’t be me.”

you curl the other side with the same calmness.

“she does this in the car sometimes. i don’t know how she does it while moving. and i just have to sit there and pretend i’m not witnessing some shit out of final destination.”

you reach for your mascara next, open it and apply it to your lashes.

“this is the lash grower. like it’s literally magic.”

you pause mid swipe, mouth open, brows slightly raised like you’re trying not to mess up.

“this is the mascara face. you know the one. mouth open, eyes wide, like a fish.”

you finish one eye, then the other, blinking carefully toward the ceiling.

“honestly? she ate that. i’ve never seen someone do this without stabbing their own eye. i flinch just watching it.”

then blush. you apply it to your cheeks and the tip of your nose.

“she’s obsessed with this part. but i like watching it. it makes her look pretty and soft. and the way she uses like, nothing, and it still spreads out—“ he catches himself, laughing under his breath.

“yeah. i like this part.”

you smile at something off camera now. probably at yourself. or maybe at the joke you were thinking of when you were filming. whatever it was, it makes his heart squeeze.

“she smiles like that and i forget what i was talking about.” he says quietly.

highlighter next. it’s just enough to catch the light and you tilt your face toward the window.

“there it is. that little head tilt. she does that every time too. look at her trying not to smile. she knows she looks good. i hope she trips on her way out. just kidding. i’ll catch her.”

you’re reaching for your lip liner now, dragging it gently along the edge of your lips with precision.

niki squints.

“okay, now we’re doing… outlining. this part’s lowkey a scam. she lines her lips just to fill them in again. but i’m not allowed to question it.”

you lean in a little, still focused, overlining the top lip slightly.

“look at her. just casually redrawing her face like it’s a coloring book. i said something about it once and she was like ‘it’s called enhancing.’ okay then. my bad bae.”

you cap the liner and grab your lipstick next, a nudey pink, your go to. you tap it on lightly, almost like a stain.

“this one’s always in her purse. i don’t even know what shade it is but i like it.”

finally: lip gloss. his real enemy. you swipe it on, press your lips together, and pout a little.

niki sighs dramatically. “this part ruins my life. i go in for a kiss and she’s like, ‘nooo you’ll mess it up.’ like girl. you just spent thirty minutes turning into the human version of an angel and i don’t even get one kiss?”

you pose and he continues to talk.

“then when i finally get to kiss her i become one of those sticky mouse traps. but it’s okay. i secretly like it.” he admits.

you laugh at yourself then reach to cover the camera and the screen cuts.

he leans back in your chair, hoodie sleeves half pushed up, hand hovering over the stop button.

the room’s quiet again. the file’s done. he could stop recording.

but he doesn’t.

not right away.

he exhales, taps the desk once with his knuckle, then mutters under his breath, almost like he doesn’t realize he’s still talking into the mic.

“she’s so pretty it actually pisses me off.”

he pauses.

then speaks softer. more to himself than anything.

“…i’m so down bad for her it’s insane.”

click.

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