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care

thinking about boyfriend!riki who thinks and cares about you, and isn't afraid to show it directly.

he makes sure that you feel loved and listened to with no judgement. he tells himself, and you, that it's his job to make you smile and feel special, being the ‘prettiest, smartest, sexiest and bestest girl in the world,’ also said by him.

and so when he found out from your friend that you had failed an exam, he immediately knew it would affect you badly. don't get him wrong, riki knows you're independent, but he just loves you so much that he just can't leave you to handle your troubles alone.

normally he would appear at your doorstep with a playful retort or a teasing remark, but he knows when to be serious.

knock knock. click.

“hey, baby,” he speaks softly, his words deliberate.

your tear stained face, messy but still so so beautiful to him, softened into a small smile at the sight of him. you immediately hugged him and buried your face in his neck, subconsciously nuzzling into his shoulder which slightly damped his shirt that he had hastily slipped on at home.

“it'll be okay. you're okay, just relax, hm? how about we have cuddles tonight? i'll give you extra kisses, pretty girl. i promise.”

hearing your faint hum, muffled against his skin, riki wrapped his arm around your waist, stepping in and closing the door for you. he carefully guided you onto your couch, leaving to get a glass of water for you to drink.

the fact that he didn't have to say anything for you to understand that he was coming back pertains to his considerate and openly loving nature towards you. just the familiar presence of each other was enough for a connection. he loved you more than anything and wasn't shy to show it, albeit in his own way.

“you forget to take care of yourself at times, you know?” he says playfully, attempting to cover up the obvious concern in his voice. he places the glass of water onto the table, setting it aside as he carefully nestles you into his arms, rubbing your back soothingly.

“i do take care of myself... i know how to handle things. it's just...” you trailed off, trying your best to explain how you've been feeling.

seeing your unsure response, he waits for you to finish what you're trying to say before speaking again with understanding in his tone. “i know you can do it yourself, y/n, but we all need someone sometimes and that's alright, you get me?” he plants a loving kiss on the top of your head, on your temple, and finally a chaste kiss on your lips.

“i'll take care of you.”

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young & fine

thinking about bmf by sza coded riki, who practices in the group's dancing rooms and leads his members whenever they have trouble with the choreography. he's bossy and he knows it, but coming off as arrogant wasn't his intention.

he was beginning to walk to you as their short break had finally come after hours of dance practice. it was both a blessing and a curse for him, blessing because he was well aware of his effects on you, deemed curse because of how much his body ached due to the constant movements.

“you guys practice too much, riki,” you told him as he sat beside you on the sidelines of the room.

he leaned in teasingly, “no ‘i missed you?’ or a ‘hi my sweet boyfriend, how was practice?’” the combined scent of his sweat and his masculine cologne was somewhat arousing but it was almost as if it was a subtle taunt. you were almost irritated at the fact that you wouldn't get to have your own boyfriend to yourself until later in the afternoon.

you rolled your eyes at his playful response, pushing his shoulder lightheartedly but enough to make him scoff. “the audacity to push your own lover. i'm hurt,” riki said dramatically, clutching the area you had pushed.

but you were partly distracted by his shirt clinging to his body, muscles flexing with each moment. the boy had his jacket draped over his shoulder, showing them bare and broad.

he's young and fine, alright. riki tended to express his hard work whenever he was with you—saying that he frequently goes to the gym not only for fan service but also with the desire to impress and satisfy you.

you wonder a little too often about how you had managed to bag such a young, fine, tall, and especially handsome boy, but you weren't complaining.

he was your riki, after all.

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all yours

thinking about teasing boyfriend!riki who strips into a thin tank top in the court while playing with his friends, attracting girls and making them swoon over him, vying for him nonstop.

he smirked, noticing your distant gaze from the benches. you hadn't even noticed that he was approaching. “lost in thought?” riki teased.

“what? no.

your feeble attempt at denying your flustered state made him chuckle, the sound pairing with an adoring look. “i don't know about you, but your expression tells me otherwise.” he continues, leaning in.

“don't tell me you're jealous.”

a faint tint of red painted your cheeks, causing you to look away from him to (try to) downplay your fluster.

he leaned in even closer, enough so you could smell the scent of cologne, and you had to restrain yourself from kissing him right then and there, at least to stop him from teasing your further and finding joy in making your pretty face beet red.

“don't worry, i'm all yours.”

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trouble

thinking about troublemaker!riki who starts fights over what might seem like small things to other people but means a lot to him.

this includes beating a group of boys up for talking about you like some prize to win or a toy to play with, or maybe people spreading rumors about you to make you upset and ruin your reputation.

“riki, what did i tell you about starting fights? look at you,” you chided, stepping into the infirmary.

“didn't want you to find out about this one in the first place.” the boy gruffed out, stubborn and keen on showing that the fight hadn't hurt him at all.

“jungwon told me about it.” at that, he muttered something under his breath that sounded almost like a curse.

“he won't be able to tell you anything anymore once i'm done with him.” he retorted, although his voice held no malice and merely frustration due to his friend snitching on him.

riki sighed. “i just didn't like the way they were talking about you.” he reluctantly admitted, voice dropping to a soft whisper. “I don't want people talking about my girl like that.”