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❝ have you seen me shirtless? ❞ . . . 西村力 x reader

enha , ni-ki x fem!reader . . will be addressing ni-ki as riki . . high school setting . . slice of life . . pure fluff ! | w.c. 826 !

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being a student body leader is hard. lots of papers to take care of, errands to go, and not to mention the time it consumes for you and riki.

sighing, you stretched your arms a bit, the last bit of papers giving you a bit of hope and sanity.

“hey!”, your friend called, making you turn your attention to her. “just coming by to say that riki will be in the gymnasium, he told me to tell you just in case ‘you’d go looking for him’.” you chuckled as she air quoted, nodding your head in acknowledgement. she smiled once more before leaving.

“damn, it’s already 5:13 pm.” you talked to yourself as you glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and the window where the sky became darker than it was earlier. pursuing your lips, you decided to clean everything up, taking a mental note to finish everything first thing in the morning tomorrow.

you grabbed your bag, texting riki you’re on your way, not forgetting to lock the student council office.

by the time you arrived at the gymnasium, you were met by the squeak of shoes and dribble of a ball. your eyes locked on riki’s moving figure. his movements were sharp and precise. he traveled across the court with ease, getting a 3 point shot. and you were reminded by how you fell in love with him on the first time once again.

you bit your lips as you watched riki shout in victory, his attractive smile adoring his already handsome face, and god those muscles that make you weak every time. you stayed still as he walked towards the benches, drinking his water and talking with his friend.

you were pulled out of your trance as you heard your name being called. riki’s friend was pointing at you, making you lock eye contact with him. smiling, you waved, walking over to him.

“hi,” you greeted, getting your handkerchief out and dabbing it on his forehead. “how long have you been here, pretty?” riki asked, closing his eyes as you continued to wipe his sweat.

you shrugged, “not a long time, i guess,” you muttered a quiet there, signifying you’re done wiping. riki opened his eyes, smiling.

“hey, riki, we’re gonna get going now. give you some alone time with your girl” riki chuckled as he watched his friends pack up and leave, giving them quick waves, before diverting his attention to you.

he took your hand, guiding you to sit down on one of the benches. “stay here for a bit while i tidy up the court, yeah?” you nodded, watching him jog up to pick up the ball they used earlier, and some other ball that was questioningly stuck on one of the higher benches.

has his back been this broad? you can’t help but wonder. it has been a while since you and riki properly hanged out, no way did he get buff in that span of time. his muscles definitely become more evident that’s for sure, knowing he’s wearing a black tank top right now.

you were interrupted from your thoughts as you heard riki calling you. “have you been working out?” you blurted out even before you could stop yourself. riki tilted his head, face visible with confusion because of the sudden question. “yeah, i do. why? you like it?” your cheeks went in a shade of pink as he flexed.

“you know, i think your body would look prettier if you don’t work out.” you covered your face from embarrassment. and before you know it, he was in front of you.

he pried off your hands, “hey, what do you mean by that? have you seen me shirtless?” he chuckled.

you avoided his eyes as you shook your head. “no! that’s not what i meant! riki let go-” you tried tugging your hands off. “i didn’t know you were dirty minded, pretty girl. my dirty pretty girl.” he smirked.

you mustered up the courage to glare at him, “haha funny. joke’s over, time to go.” you stood up, pulling your hands away and speed-walking towards the exist.

riki called out behind you, mindlessly dragging his backpack towards his shoulder, “hey! wait for me!”

riki slipped his hand on your waist, laughing. “you know if you wanted me to not exercise, you could’ve just said so. i don’t mind stopping.”

you rolled your eyes as he continued, “or, you could've just told me you wanted to see my progress. i was willing to go shirtless earlier, baby.”

you groaned as you shoved him away, earning a laugh. you sighed as you continued to ignore him, deeply regretting what you said earlier. “and just so you know, my body is way better when i’m half-naked. just saying! the option is always open if you wanna try and take a look, you know.” he laughed even more as you huffed.

“you’re red as a strawberry, damn,”

“riki!”

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❝ big bikes and tattoos ❞ . . . 西村力 x reader

koena's tea corner : enha , ni-ki x f!reader . . established relationship . . bad boy(?) riki . . tattooed up riki is 👅👅 . . NO SMUT . . i apologize for people who drive bikes that are manual, this might not be accurate enough (i've only driven a bike that has no clutch) . . wc 1,002 !

when you first met riki, you knew he was bad news. not a day passed without him getting involved in countless rumors, whether it’d be skipping classes, picking up random fights because of useless reasons, for instance, someone looked at him for too long.

you knew he never takes life seriously, parading around like he has 9 lives, just like now. you started to second guess yourself as you swore to yourself you will never be involved with him at all costs. so why are you on the backseat of his tremendously big bike speeding through the highway at 2 am? you don’t know either.

your hold on him became more tightly when he sped up even more. can this thing get even faster?

the ride that seemed to go on forever came to stop at the more secluded area of the city. riki motioning you that he’d go down, making your arms go lose on your sides.

riki took off his helmet, making you divert your eyes to the tattoo that peeked out of his black tank top that he was wearing. “so? how’s the ride with my baby?” he beamed, looking at you with his sly eyes.

you scoffed, “if you mean this bike is your baby then it’s ass. i almost died back there! do you drive so recklessly?” you almost shouted at him, glaring at his stupidly handsome face, he looks too good just by chuckling. he shooked his head, “i drive way more faster than that.”

“come on, i’ll teach you how to drive.” that sentence made your heart drop. “no way, i am not doing that” and before you knew it you’re on the front, his black leather jacket was on you. “i can’t have you getting sick on me now, hm?” he pecked your cheek, getting on the back.

“riki you’re insane, i can’t even reach the floor.” ignoring your panicked voice, he only chuckled, lightly swaying the bike from side to side. “don’t worry pretty, i’m in charge of balancing it.”

you were about to curse at him but it all went down the drain when you felt his hands on your waist inside the leather jacket, the only thing stopping from direct contact is the stupid silk top you had on.

“alright baby, you gotta listen to me otherwise we’re both gonna crash.” with no choice, you only nodded. you felt his breath on the shell of your ear. his hand on top of yours as he guided your hands in front, “hold the clutch darling.” before you can even ask what that is, he was already guiding your hand to it. “grip on it tightly and do not let go of it.” you nodded understandingly.

“place your right hand on the throttle, it only goes downwards. the more you go down, the more this bike accelerates, got it?” you hummed, “to slow down just release it slowly.”

“you do see me starting the bike right? why don’t you do it yourself?” he smirked, challenging you, making you scoff. “watch me then!” and you failed.

you didn’t know the kick start pedal was too heavy for you, your cheek reddens as you heard riki laugh behind you.

“this is not funny!” you huffed, trying again, and this time you felt satisfied hearing the biki roar to life. riki leaned forward, softly pecking your cheek. “good job pretty girl”

“you see the ‘n’ being highlighted there? it means it's neutral. the bike won’t go forward because of it,” tapping your left thigh you diverted your attention to it. “gear shift, try shifting it baby.” your body jolted when it went forward a bit.

he nodded in approval. “start accelerating, and slowly release the clutch, pretty.” you followed what he exactly said, the bike going forward, making him whistle.

the lesson went on for a few minutes, and next thing you knew, you were the one driving on the highway.

you and riki settle in the park, his leather jacket becoming a makeshift blanket for you to lay down, the moon staring at the both of you with admiration. riki’s hands were on his back, supporting him, your eyes trail down on where you had seen the tattoo earlier.

seeing your attention elsewhere, he lightly tapped your forehead. “what’s in your head, pretty girl?” you looked up at him, his eyes already finding yours.

“your tattoo,” you started. “it looks big.” you said, glancing at it again. he chuckled, finding you cute. “yeah? wanna see it?” before you can even say anything, he lifted his shirt up, making you blush. yeah, it is indeed big. and hot, very, super, incredibly hot. you didn’t know where to look, trying to lock your eyes on the tattoo but his abs were distracting you, yeah it’s the abs fault definitely.

snapping from your thoughts, you looked into his eyes again, riki raising his brows at you. “did it hurt? i mean they said tattoos close to bones hurt, well tattoos hurt in general.” he smiled at your rumbling. “yeah, it did, a bit. the healing phase was worse though, i can’t wear anything tight because it itches, you know? but other than that nah.”

you nodded, understanding him. “i wanted a tattoo too! back then. i wanted one on my back, a spine tattoo is what i really want, it looks cool.” and you swear to god you saw riki’s eyes go darker, lips getting too plump because of how he bites them.

“oh yeah? why’d the hesitance then?” you hummed, “because it hurts. and i don’t like being hurt.” you rolled your eyes. “maybe next time you made up your mind i’ll pick a design for you and accompany you. how does that sound?” riki asked, his thumb grazing across your cheek.

you smiled softly, “i’d love that.”

by the time you were on the road again, you were having a little too much time this time, making riki look at you in his side mirror, chuckling.

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JUNGWON at MAISON ENHYPEN: Los Angeles

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♱.ིܳ𓏼꫶᭄ 頭鎖 。 ˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣

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❝ big bikes and tattoos ❞ . . . 西村力 x reader

koena's tea corner : enha , ni-ki x f!reader . . established relationship . . bad boy(?) riki . . tattooed up riki is 👅👅 . . NO SMUT . . i apologize for people who drive bikes that are manual, this might not be accurate enough (i've only driven a bike that has no clutch) . . wc 1,002 !

when you first met riki, you knew he was bad news. not a day passed without him getting involved in countless rumors, whether it’d be skipping classes, picking up random fights because of useless reasons, for instance, someone looked at him for too long.

you knew he never takes life seriously, parading around like he has 9 lives, just like now. you started to second guess yourself as you swore to yourself you will never be involved with him at all costs. so why are you on the backseat of his tremendously big bike speeding through the highway at 2 am? you don’t know either.

your hold on him became more tightly when he sped up even more. can this thing get even faster?

the ride that seemed to go on forever came to stop at the more secluded area of the city. riki motioning you that he’d go down, making your arms go lose on your sides.

riki took off his helmet, making you divert your eyes to the tattoo that peeked out of his black tank top that he was wearing. “so? how’s the ride with my baby?” he beamed, looking at you with his sly eyes.

you scoffed, “if you mean this bike is your baby then it’s ass. i almost died back there! do you drive so recklessly?” you almost shouted at him, glaring at his stupidly handsome face, he looks too good just by chuckling. he shooked his head, “i drive way more faster than that.”

“come on, i’ll teach you how to drive.” that sentence made your heart drop. “no way, i am not doing that” and before you knew it you’re on the front, his black leather jacket was on you. “i can’t have you getting sick on me now, hm?” he pecked your cheek, getting on the back.

“riki you’re insane, i can’t even reach the floor.” ignoring your panicked voice, he only chuckled, lightly swaying the bike from side to side. “don’t worry pretty, i’m in charge of balancing it.”

you were about to curse at him but it all went down the drain when you felt his hands on your waist inside the leather jacket, the only thing stopping from direct contact is the stupid silk top you had on.

“alright baby, you gotta listen to me otherwise we’re both gonna crash.” with no choice, you only nodded. you felt his breath on the shell of your ear. his hand on top of yours as he guided your hands in front, “hold the clutch darling.” before you can even ask what that is, he was already guiding your hand to it. “grip on it tightly and do not let go of it.” you nodded understandingly.

“place your right hand on the throttle, it only goes downwards. the more you go down, the more this bike accelerates, got it?” you hummed, “to slow down just release it slowly.”

“you do see me starting the bike right? why don’t you do it yourself?” he smirked, challenging you, making you scoff. “watch me then!” and you failed.

you didn’t know the kick start pedal was too heavy for you, your cheek reddens as you heard riki laugh behind you.

“this is not funny!” you huffed, trying again, and this time you felt satisfied hearing the biki roar to life. riki leaned forward, softly pecking your cheek. “good job pretty girl”

“you see the ‘n’ being highlighted there? it means it's neutral. the bike won’t go forward because of it,” tapping your left thigh you diverted your attention to it. “gear shift, try shifting it baby.” your body jolted when it went forward a bit.

he nodded in approval. “start accelerating, and slowly release the clutch, pretty.” you followed what he exactly said, the bike going forward, making him whistle.

the lesson went on for a few minutes, and next thing you knew, you were the one driving on the highway.

you and riki settle in the park, his leather jacket becoming a makeshift blanket for you to lay down, the moon staring at the both of you with admiration. riki’s hands were on his back, supporting him, your eyes trail down on where you had seen the tattoo earlier.

seeing your attention elsewhere, he lightly tapped your forehead. “what’s in your head, pretty girl?” you looked up at him, his eyes already finding yours.

“your tattoo,” you started. “it looks big.” you said, glancing at it again. he chuckled, finding you cute. “yeah? wanna see it?” before you can even say anything, he lifted his shirt up, making you blush. yeah, it is indeed big. and hot, very, super, incredibly hot. you didn’t know where to look, trying to lock your eyes on the tattoo but his abs were distracting you, yeah it’s the abs fault definitely.

snapping from your thoughts, you looked into his eyes again, riki raising his brows at you. “did it hurt? i mean they said tattoos close to bones hurt, well tattoos hurt in general.” he smiled at your rumbling. “yeah, it did, a bit. the healing phase was worse though, i can’t wear anything tight because it itches, you know? but other than that nah.”

you nodded, understanding him. “i wanted a tattoo too! back then. i wanted one on my back, a spine tattoo is what i really want, it looks cool.” and you swear to god you saw riki’s eyes go darker, lips getting too plump because of how he bites them.

“oh yeah? why’d the hesitance then?” you hummed, “because it hurts. and i don’t like being hurt.” you rolled your eyes. “maybe next time you made up your mind i’ll pick a design for you and accompany you. how does that sound?” riki asked, his thumb grazing across your cheek.

you smiled softly, “i’d love that.”

by the time you were on the road again, you were having a little too much time this time, making riki look at you in his side mirror, chuckling.

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❝ big bikes and tattoos ❞ . . . 西村力 x reader

koena's tea corner : enha , ni-ki x f!reader . . established relationship . . bad boy(?) riki . . tattooed up riki is 👅👅 . . NO SMUT . . i apologize for people who drive bikes that are manual, this might not be accurate enough (i've only driven a bike that has no clutch) . . wc 1,002 !

when you first met riki, you knew he was bad news. not a day passed without him getting involved in countless rumors, whether it’d be skipping classes, picking up random fights because of useless reasons, for instance, someone looked at him for too long.

you knew he never takes life seriously, parading around like he has 9 lives, just like now. you started to second guess yourself as you swore to yourself you will never be involved with him at all costs. so why are you on the backseat of his tremendously big bike speeding through the highway at 2 am? you don’t know either.

your hold on him became more tightly when he sped up even more. can this thing get even faster?

the ride that seemed to go on forever came to stop at the more secluded area of the city. riki motioning you that he’d go down, making your arms go lose on your sides.

riki took off his helmet, making you divert your eyes to the tattoo that peeked out of his black tank top that he was wearing. “so? how’s the ride with my baby?” he beamed, looking at you with his sly eyes.

you scoffed, “if you mean this bike is your baby then it’s ass. i almost died back there! do you drive so recklessly?” you almost shouted at him, glaring at his stupidly handsome face, he looks too good just by chuckling. he shooked his head, “i drive way more faster than that.”

“come on, i’ll teach you how to drive.” that sentence made your heart drop. “no way, i am not doing that” and before you knew it you’re on the front, his black leather jacket was on you. “i can’t have you getting sick on me now, hm?” he pecked your cheek, getting on the back.

“riki you’re insane, i can’t even reach the floor.” ignoring your panicked voice, he only chuckled, lightly swaying the bike from side to side. “don’t worry pretty, i’m in charge of balancing it.”

you were about to curse at him but it all went down the drain when you felt his hands on your waist inside the leather jacket, the only thing stopping from direct contact is the stupid silk top you had on.

“alright baby, you gotta listen to me otherwise we’re both gonna crash.” with no choice, you only nodded. you felt his breath on the shell of your ear. his hand on top of yours as he guided your hands in front, “hold the clutch darling.” before you can even ask what that is, he was already guiding your hand to it. “grip on it tightly and do not let go of it.” you nodded understandingly.

“place your right hand on the throttle, it only goes downwards. the more you go down, the more this bike accelerates, got it?” you hummed, “to slow down just release it slowly.”

“you do see me starting the bike right? why don’t you do it yourself?” he smirked, challenging you, making you scoff. “watch me then!” and you failed.

you didn’t know the kick start pedal was too heavy for you, your cheek reddens as you heard riki laugh behind you.

“this is not funny!” you huffed, trying again, and this time you felt satisfied hearing the biki roar to life. riki leaned forward, softly pecking your cheek. “good job pretty girl”

“you see the ‘n’ being highlighted there? it means it's neutral. the bike won’t go forward because of it,” tapping your left thigh you diverted your attention to it. “gear shift, try shifting it baby.” your body jolted when it went forward a bit.

he nodded in approval. “start accelerating, and slowly release the clutch, pretty.” you followed what he exactly said, the bike going forward, making him whistle.

the lesson went on for a few minutes, and next thing you knew, you were the one driving on the highway.

you and riki settle in the park, his leather jacket becoming a makeshift blanket for you to lay down, the moon staring at the both of you with admiration. riki’s hands were on his back, supporting him, your eyes trail down on where you had seen the tattoo earlier.

seeing your attention elsewhere, he lightly tapped your forehead. “what’s in your head, pretty girl?” you looked up at him, his eyes already finding yours.

“your tattoo,” you started. “it looks big.” you said, glancing at it again. he chuckled, finding you cute. “yeah? wanna see it?” before you can even say anything, he lifted his shirt up, making you blush. yeah, it is indeed big. and hot, very, super, incredibly hot. you didn’t know where to look, trying to lock your eyes on the tattoo but his abs were distracting you, yeah it’s the abs fault definitely.

snapping from your thoughts, you looked into his eyes again, riki raising his brows at you. “did it hurt? i mean they said tattoos close to bones hurt, well tattoos hurt in general.” he smiled at your rumbling. “yeah, it did, a bit. the healing phase was worse though, i can’t wear anything tight because it itches, you know? but other than that nah.”

you nodded, understanding him. “i wanted a tattoo too! back then. i wanted one on my back, a spine tattoo is what i really want, it looks cool.” and you swear to god you saw riki’s eyes go darker, lips getting too plump because of how he bites them.

“oh yeah? why’d the hesitance then?” you hummed, “because it hurts. and i don’t like being hurt.” you rolled your eyes. “maybe next time you made up your mind i’ll pick a design for you and accompany you. how does that sound?” riki asked, his thumb grazing across your cheek.

you smiled softly, “i’d love that.”

by the time you were on the road again, you were having a little too much time this time, making riki look at you in his side mirror, chuckling.

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DIALOGUE PROMPT SEVEN FORM UR HAPPY 600 EVENT W/ RIKI BCS HE WOULD BE SO COCKY W/ IT

(i love cocky enha as much as i love loser enha)

HAPPY 6 GAZILLION MY BEUTIFUL NESS I HOPE U GET MORE FOLLOWERS FOR UR PRETTY CULT <3

I'M SO GREEDY ✮ I'M SO INTO YOU

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where you and your best friend clearly want to be more than just friends

prompt list ✸ riki x fem! reader 1.6k fluff best friends! au ୨୧ they like each other yn is brave WOOOO

nessie 🗯️ yearner best friend riki is highkey my FAVOURITE to write like he is SOOOOOO "i'm so in love with my best friend but i will bully her because she can never know" CORE LIKE DON'T EVEN PLAY WITH ME!!!! but i love you sm briar for this and thank u cutie for supporting me always, i hope u enjoy this ehhehe

it was nearing midnight.

the campus had fallen quiet, the occasional hoot of an owl or the distant whir of a passing bike cutting through the silence. yn sat cross-legged on the rooftop of the older dorm building, a place they’d both claimed as theirs back in freshman year. it wasn’t technically allowed, but no one really enforced the rules anymore—especially not for two students who had probably spent more time up here than in the actual dorm lounge.

the city lights twinkled in the distance. a bag of half-eaten chips lay between them. riki was lying down, arms folded behind his head, a worn hoodie bunched under his neck. yn leaned back on her palms, hoodie zipped halfway and his scarf lazily wrapped around her neck, a habit she’d never dropped.

it smelled like him—warm cotton, faint vanilla deodorant, something slightly citrusy. and familiar.

“you think we’ll still be friends after college?” yn asked suddenly, her voice soft but cutting into the stillness.

riki hummed. “why wouldn’t we be?”

“i don’t know. people move. drift. you’ll probably move to okayama again.”

“and you’ll probably get married to some annoying finance bro who can’t shut up about crypto.”

she laughed. “that’s your worst-case scenario?”

“yeah,” he said, grinning lazily. “because i’ll have to come visit you and pretend like i don’t want to throw his macbook off a cliff.”

“violent.”

“you know me.”

there was a beat of silence. just the wind, and the sound of a few trees swaying below.

she glanced at him. his face had changed over the years—sharper jaw, taller frame, broader shoulders—but his eyes were still the same. that mischievous spark. that quiet softness he never let anyone else see. the part he reserved for her.

“you ever think about how weird it is?” she asked, voice low.

“what is?”

“that you’re my best friend. like, best friend. for real. since high school. and somehow we’ve never… like…”

he turned his head slightly, raising a brow. “never what?”

“kissed. dated. hooked up. nothing.”

riki was still for a second. the silence crackled.

“i mean,” she added quickly, “it’s not a bad thing. i just think people always expect it. like, sometimes people i date are surprised when i say nothing’s ever happened between us.”

“they think i’m in love with you?” he teased, but his voice was gentler now.

“sometimes.”

he looked at her. really looked. then sat up.

there was a quiet tension now—like the moment before a string snaps, or a glass tips too far. it hung between them in the air, unspoken but felt.

riki tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “tell me honestly,” he said. “have you ever thought about kissing me?”

her breath caught.

he wasn’t laughing. not teasing. his voice was serious, low. soft around the edges like he was afraid of breaking something.

she looked at him, her throat dry. “riki…”

“just once,” he added. “say yes or no. then i’ll drop it.”

she hesitated, eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes and back again.

“…yeah,” she whispered. “i have.”

his lips twitched. “when?”

“high school,” she said. “end of senior year. the night before grad.”

he blinked. “when we were watching movies in my basement?”

she nodded. “you fell asleep on my lap, and i was just… there. thinking about it. you looked so soft and peaceful and i—yeah. it was a dumb thought.”

“it’s not dumb.”

she raised an eyebrow. “you say that like you’ve thought about it too.”

he didn’t answer right away. just leaned a little closer.

“freshman year of college,” he said quietly. “you wore that stupid sundress to the welcome picnic. yellow. with white flowers. i think half the guys in our dorm had a crush on you that day. and you kept asking me to open your juice box like we were still kids.”

she laughed lightly, but her cheeks were burning.

“i was standing there like an idiot,” he continued, “wondering what would happen if i just kissed you. right there in front of everyone.”

her eyes searched his. “and?”

“i didn’t. because i didn’t want to ruin this.”

“this?”

he looked down, exhaled, then back at her. “you. us.”

the words settled into her chest like weight. warm and heavy.

“i don’t want to ruin us either,” she said.

but neither of them moved.

and then he whispered, “but i still think about it sometimes.”

she swallowed. “now?”

“now,” he echoed, eyes dropping to her mouth. “yeah.”

it felt like time held its breath. her heart was hammering.

he was close—close enough that she could feel his warmth, see the way his lashes curled slightly when he blinked. she wasn’t sure who leaned in first. maybe it was both. maybe it was always going to happen.

but just before their lips touched—

yn whispered, “riki?”

“yeah?”

“if we kiss right now…”

he tilted his head. “yeah?”

“i don’t think it’ll stop at just a kiss.”

that did something to him. his pupils darkened slightly. his voice dropped.

“i know.”

another pause. barely-there space between them.

and then her phone buzzed. loud and sudden against the rooftop silence.

she jerked back, startled, heart pounding.

riki blinked, pulling away just slightly, his lips parted like he was about to say something else. she checked the phone—a stupid notification. nothing important. but the moment had passed.

they stared at each other.

and then he gave her a slow, knowing smile. one that said this isn’t over.

“next time,” he said.

and it haunted her.

it wasn’t a threat or a tease. it was a promise, quiet and patient—riki-style. he didn’t push. he never had. he let things unfold in their own time. but now yn was hyper-aware of everything—how often he stared, how his fingers lingered when they handed things to each other, how his laughter felt a little softer when it was just the two of them.

and she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

the almost.

how close his mouth had been. how her breath had hitched.

what would’ve happened if her phone hadn’t buzzed?

it had been four days since the rooftop. and tonight, it was just the two of them again.

his dorm was dimly lit, the soft amber light from his desk lamp casting shadows along the wall. music played low from his phone—some japanese indie artist she didn’t know, but liked instantly. she sat on his bed, knees pulled up, hoodie pushed up to her elbows. riki was lounging beside her, one leg folded underneath him, scrolling idly through a playlist with one hand.

they hadn’t brought it up since.

neither had kissed anyone else.

“you’re staring,” he said without looking at her.

she blinked. “am not.”

he gave her a lazy smirk. “you were. again.”

she looked away, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “you’re imagining things.”

riki shifted, rolling slightly to face her. “you keep doing that.”

“what?”

“looking at me like you’re still thinking about it.”

“about what?” she asked, knowing full well.

“kissing me.”

her throat went dry.

he leaned in slightly, gaze flicking to her lips and back to her eyes. “you’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?”

she gave a helpless laugh. “kinda hard not to.”

he raised a brow. “why?”

“because you won’t stop being hot,” she blurted.

riki blinked, momentarily stunned—then grinned. “oh?”

she groaned, covering her face. “forget i said that.”

he gently tugged her hands away. “nope. that’s going on my wall of compliments. right next to ‘you looked like an anime character that day you wore those glasses.’”

“i was being serious!”

“so am i,” he said, smirking. then his voice dropped, lower, slower. “you think i’m hot.”

“shut up.”

“you wanna kiss me, don’t you?”

her heart skipped.

yn stared at him, lips parted slightly, pulse wild in her neck. the space between them didn’t feel safe anymore—not with the way he was watching her like that. not with the weight of next time hanging between them like it was right now.

“you said next time,” she whispered.

riki nodded slowly. “i remember.”

“and?”

he leaned in, close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath on her lips. “and i think this is it.”

his hand came up, brushing her jaw. fingers light but deliberate. she didn’t move. didn’t speak.

“i’m not gonna do it unless you want me to,” he murmured.

she tilted her face toward his, just enough for their noses to brush. “just shut up and kiss me, riki.”

that was all he needed.

his lips met hers like he’d been waiting years—soft at first, almost hesitant, until she kissed him back, and then it deepened. one hand slid to the back of her neck, the other resting on her waist, holding her like he wasn’t ready to let go.

and god, it was good. it was better than she imagined.

not rushed. not messy. just… built-up, slow, full of tension they’d shoved down for years.

she shifted closer, pressing into him, lips parting to let him in. his hand slipped under the hem of her hoodie, resting against her warm skin, and she shivered—not from the cold.

he pulled back just a little, eyes still closed, breathing uneven.

“i’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he whispered.

she traced her thumb along his cheekbone, smiling against his lips. “then don’t stop now.”

he didn’t.

he kissed her again, this time slower, deeper—like he was learning every part of her mouth, every sound she made. her hands slid into his hair, tugging gently, and he let out a quiet groan that sent heat straight to her stomach.

they didn’t cross any lines that night. not all the way. but they crossed one.

the one that said we’re just best friends because after that night, there was no going back.

and neither of them wanted to.

ikeu05, 2025

[rikiscent]

the only goal i have in life fr

𝙃𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚.

[rikiscent]

❝ can i get a kiss? ❞ . . . 양정원 x reader

enha , jungwon x fem!reader . . established relationship . . tooth-rotting fluff ! >< | w.c. 694 !

koena's tea corner : i just love imagining scenarios in my head and this time i thought .. why not make it a story!

growing up with fairytales, you’ve always found yourself being too immersed fantasizing about your ideal life, moreover your ideal perfect man. you’ve noted to yourself that he should be tall, strong, handsome, and most importantly, someone who can carry you bridal style.

with the unreachable standard you’ve set for yourself, of course you experimented with guys, trying to see if they’re the one - who can give you your happily ever after. needless to say, the only thing you’ve reached are the unwanted and stolen kisses, some were forced, and some were just too embarrassing to mention.

so how did you end up with a guy who’s too good to be true? you don’t know. all you remember is that one day you woke up and suddenly you have him, your jungwon.

your relationship with jungwon was a dream come true. every second with him is like a flower blooming, it’s innocent, soft, and calming. you don’t know what manifestation you did but it definitely did something because now you’re with someone who you thought would only exist in your mind.

with jungwon everything was calculated and organized. you were his day 1 and he never forgets to make you feel that. hugs and pecks on the forehead were enough for you to realize that, or so you thought.

the kiss you shared with jungwon wasn’t what you've expected. you thought it would definitely be an unforgettable moment, it was - in a bad way, at least for you. jungwon pulled away almost immediately, confused and asking you when did you learn how to kiss, to which you replied, “i’ve had a few relationships before.”

that’s what you’ve concluded, now that jungwon has been avoiding you after that incident. now you would’ve given him the space he needed, but what space does he need?

so now you have him trapped under you, on the edge of the bed, staring intently in his eyes. “come on won, tell me what’s wrong.” you sighed.

jungwon shrugged, “can you at least get off me? you’re in my space.” the sentence made you chuckle, hugging him. “baby, your space is my space. now what’s wrong?” dragging the word wrong, you repeated your question.

pecking your forehead, he sighed. “i just had some thoughts.” he started, making you look at him. you rested your chin on his chest, listening to him intently. “you’re my first girlfriend, and i thought i was your first too. but then you told me you’ve dated someone before me..” he caressed your head softly. “i just.. thought maybe.. i’m a bad kisser?” he tilted his head at you.

you blinked, and blinked again. and before you can even gather your thoughts, you laughed. “why are you laughing?” he whined.

“you’re cute, you know that?” you smiled softly, admiring his features. “my love, you don’t have to worry about that. my past relationships were a mess okay? they aren’t something i was proud of.” you held his hand that was on your head. “if anything, i would even try and beg the universe to reverse everything, but then i thought nah, it won’t lead me to you.”

his eyes sparkled as you explained, “so.. you like my kisses better?” he asked hopefully. you nodded enthusiastically. “i love them better! i’d ask for kisses every second.”

he chuckled, “i love you. i was worried you’d realize your ex kisses you better and go back to him.” he pecks the crown of your head. “don’t go back to him. i’ll learn how to kiss you properly my love!” his look of determination made you chuckle, finding him cute.

“we can practice baby, together. i’ll teach you.” you said, patting his head. “one day, i’ll master the art of kisses!” he shouted, making you raise your brows, nodding along. “yes my love, now can i get a kiss? you’ve deprived me long enough.”

jungwon laughed, both his hands cupping your cheeks, his lips pecking your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your cheek and your other cheek, and finally your lips.

and the night was spent planning and discussing how to kiss, you can proudly say he is a quick learner.

[rikiscent]

❝ can i get a kiss? ❞ . . . 양정원 x reader

enha , jungwon x fem!reader . . established relationship . . tooth-rotting fluff ! >< | w.c. 694 !

koena's tea corner : i just love imagining scenarios in my head and this time i thought .. why not make it a story!

growing up with fairytales, you’ve always found yourself being too immersed fantasizing about your ideal life, moreover your ideal perfect man. you’ve noted to yourself that he should be tall, strong, handsome, and most importantly, someone who can carry you bridal style.

with the unreachable standard you’ve set for yourself, of course you experimented with guys, trying to see if they’re the one - who can give you your happily ever after. needless to say, the only thing you’ve reached are the unwanted and stolen kisses, some were forced, and some were just too embarrassing to mention.

so how did you end up with a guy who’s too good to be true? you don’t know. all you remember is that one day you woke up and suddenly you have him, your jungwon.

your relationship with jungwon was a dream come true. every second with him is like a flower blooming, it’s innocent, soft, and calming. you don’t know what manifestation you did but it definitely did something because now you’re with someone who you thought would only exist in your mind.

with jungwon everything was calculated and organized. you were his day 1 and he never forgets to make you feel that. hugs and pecks on the forehead were enough for you to realize that, or so you thought.

the kiss you shared with jungwon wasn’t what you've expected. you thought it would definitely be an unforgettable moment, it was - in a bad way, at least for you. jungwon pulled away almost immediately, confused and asking you when did you learn how to kiss, to which you replied, “i’ve had a few relationships before.”

that’s what you’ve concluded, now that jungwon has been avoiding you after that incident. now you would’ve given him the space he needed, but what space does he need?

so now you have him trapped under you, on the edge of the bed, staring intently in his eyes. “come on won, tell me what’s wrong.” you sighed.

jungwon shrugged, “can you at least get off me? you’re in my space.” the sentence made you chuckle, hugging him. “baby, your space is my space. now what’s wrong?” dragging the word wrong, you repeated your question.

pecking your forehead, he sighed. “i just had some thoughts.” he started, making you look at him. you rested your chin on his chest, listening to him intently. “you’re my first girlfriend, and i thought i was your first too. but then you told me you’ve dated someone before me..” he caressed your head softly. “i just.. thought maybe.. i’m a bad kisser?” he tilted his head at you.

you blinked, and blinked again. and before you can even gather your thoughts, you laughed. “why are you laughing?” he whined.

“you’re cute, you know that?” you smiled softly, admiring his features. “my love, you don’t have to worry about that. my past relationships were a mess okay? they aren’t something i was proud of.” you held his hand that was on your head. “if anything, i would even try and beg the universe to reverse everything, but then i thought nah, it won’t lead me to you.”

his eyes sparkled as you explained, “so.. you like my kisses better?” he asked hopefully. you nodded enthusiastically. “i love them better! i’d ask for kisses every second.”

he chuckled, “i love you. i was worried you’d realize your ex kisses you better and go back to him.” he pecks the crown of your head. “don’t go back to him. i’ll learn how to kiss you properly my love!” his look of determination made you chuckle, finding him cute.

“we can practice baby, together. i’ll teach you.” you said, patting his head. “one day, i’ll master the art of kisses!” he shouted, making you raise your brows, nodding along. “yes my love, now can i get a kiss? you’ve deprived me long enough.”

jungwon laughed, both his hands cupping your cheeks, his lips pecking your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your cheek and your other cheek, and finally your lips.

and the night was spent planning and discussing how to kiss, you can proudly say he is a quick learner.