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[spiffywon]

Hi, my name is Mosab , I’m from Gaza, and like many here, I’ve lost more than I ever thought I could bear — my family, my home, my sense of safety, and the simple moments that once gave life meaning. 💔

I’m not writing this to ask too much of anyone. I’m sharing a piece of my story — not because I want sympathy, but because I still believe someone, somewhere, might care enough to listen.

If this message finds you at the wrong time, I understand.

I’m truly sorry if it feels like an interruption.

➡️ Please feel free to DM me if you'd rather not receive asks from me — I'll make sure not to contact you again. 🤍

✨ If you do feel moved to help — even by sharing — it means more than words can say.

Every repost, every bit of care, helps keep hope alive in a place that has seen too much darkness.

🙏 Thank you for taking the time to read.

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Wishing you peace, healing, and comfort — wherever you are.

With deep appreciation

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[spiffywon]

Hi there 🌱 I hope you are doing well. My name is Naser, and I’m from Gaza. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but I wanted to share a piece of my story — because right now, it’s the only way I know to try and survive.

This war has changed everything. I lost my mother and my sister. Our home is gone. What used to be a normal life — school, family meals, laughter — has been replaced by fear, rubble, and silence.

Now, I’m displaced with my three younger brothers. I’ve become their protector, their parent, their hope. We sleep side by side and I try to make them feel safe, even when I’m scared too.

We are trying to raise funds to rebuild our lives — to find a safe place, to go back to school, to have something to believe in again. I dream of going to university. My brothers have their own dreams too — of being a doctor, an engineer, just being kids again.

If you’re able to support us by donating 💌 or even just sharing our campaign 🔁, it would truly mean the world. Every small act of kindness brings us a little closer to hope.

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Thank you for taking the time to read this 🙏 And if you'd rather not receive messages like this, please just let me know and I won’t reach out again.

With love and resilience

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[spiffywon]

Hello, my name is Saja. I’m a mother to a beautiful 8-month-old baby girl, writing this from a place I never imagined I’d be — surrounded by destruction, holding on to my daughter while the world around us falls apart. 💔

We used to have a home. 🏚 A simple place, but it was filled with love. Now it’s gone. What remains are memories, silence, and an overwhelming fear of what tomorrow may bring.

Each day, I wake up not knowing if we will make it through the next. My daughter should be learning to walk, to smile at strangers, to feel safe in her world — but instead, she’s learning to live in the middle of a war zone. 🕊️

I’m not writing this to ask for pity. I’m sharing our truth because silence won’t protect us. Maybe, through this message, someone will hear us — and care. 🤍

If you feel moved to share our story or offer support, it would mean more than words can say. Every kind act ripples outward. ✨

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Thank you for taking a moment to listen. 🙏

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[spiffywon]

My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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[spiffywon]

Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

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[spiffywon]

Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

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[spiffywon]

Hello,

I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿

I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.

Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨

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[spiffywon]

Hey there 🌍💙

I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.

🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness.

💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed.

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Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨

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[spiffywon]

Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

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[spiffywon]

STILL MONSTER ♱ sinking their teeth in your neck

IN ALTERNAT𝒾VA ㅤㅤ𓈒 ❛ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒.

❪ 𝖣𝒾𝖠𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 ❫ 𝑓─── vampire!enhypen & fem!rea EIGHTHUNDRED fantasy au fluff 警 skinship kissing mention of blood 。 𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑠

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VAMP!HEESEUNG starts by cupping your cheeks. he holds your face in his palms— dulcet, gentle as if you were a porcelain doll. his lips meet yours for a kiss that demonstrates his pure love for you. as the kiss goes on, he makes you walk backwards and hums in your mouth when your back hits the wall. one hand rests on your neck and the other holds your waist. his thumb rubs your skin when his teeth sink in your flesh. he embraces your waist and pulls you closer when you gasp, “shh, princess, i’ve got you,” he reassures you, his breath hot on your wounds. he kisses them before sucking your blood.

VAMP!JAY makes you settle on his laps. his hands hold your hips firmly as you wrap your arms around his neck. he kisses your jaw tenderly, peppering kisses all over your skin. he likes to hear you sigh when his lips touch your neck— the way you lean your head backwards makes him dizzy with need. his strong hand connects with your nape. he slides a little praise, “you’re so beautiful,” you feel the ghost of his fangs as he does so. his hands slides down, making your breath catch, in the crook of your upper back, pulling your chest closer before biting you.

VAMP!JAKE it is very dramatic— but in the best way possible. it happens when you accidentally cut yourself. for the first time, he is hungry for something else than love and affection. he wraps his fingers around your hand, bringing it closer to his mouth. your fingertips touch his tongue, his lips wraps around your bloody finger and he sucks. it leaves him red in the face and panting for more. his agape mouth reveals his fangs, his eyes lingering on your neck, he brings you closer in a gentle movement. he holds the back of your neck as he makes his way to the spot he has been craving for, “i need more of you.”

VAMP!SUNGHOON lays you down on the mattress ever so gently. your heart pounding while he gets on top of you, between your thighs with his hands planted next to each side of your face. “you are so beautiful,” he tells you— leaning in. he intertwines your fingers together, giving your hand a soft pressure to contrast with the addicting pain of his fangs making their way inside of you. a pleased hum vibrates in his throat when your chest heaves. his grip on your hands gets tighter as the time goes on, his tongue on your neck as hot as your entire body.

VAMP!SUNOO you discover a look in his eyes that you have never seen before. his gaze burns with need— dizzying hunger, mouth almost watering the longer he looks at you. he doesn't say much, his palms are hot against your skin whereupon he lifts you up to make you sit on the kitchen counter. he starts by holding your hand, bringing it up to his lips to leave a frail kiss on your knuckles, then inside your palm, on your wrist, all over your arm until he reaches your neck. his hand rests on your thigh while he devours you, drawing random patterns on it— soothing you when your grip on his shoulder becomes tighter.

VAMP!JUNGWON he takes your hands, pressing your palm against his cheeks to make you cup his face. the heat in your face gets warmer, he keeps getting closer to your face, his big eyes looking up at yours. he lays between your legs, he looks angelic, “can i taste you?” you are too hypnotized to do anything else but nod, ‘thank you, my love.” he holds your hip with one hand, the other holding onto the sofa’s armchair. it feels like reaching heaven, you fingertips hiding in his hair. behind your eyes, as the feeling of his tongue on your neck takes over the pain, you see stars.

VAMP!RIKI “are you sure?” he hushes, tone soft and hesitant. he is panting for something forbidden, thirsty and lovesick. his cheeks are pink, reminding you of the day you exchanged your first kiss. his long fingers are wrapped around the wrist you offered to him, his mouth is close to it, breathing on it. he didn’t do anything yet and you already feel faint. you give him a barely understandable agreeing noise in lieu of a proper answer. immediately, he pulls you closer, his big hand finds your lower back. he holds your wrist over his shoulder as he bites your neck without any warnings.

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[spiffywon]

DEAR DARLING GIRL 𐙚 ˙ ⋆ . ˚

synopsis. the cold student council president finds his girl with tears in her eyes after she gets falsely accused by her rival classmate.

pairings, genre & wc. studentcouncilprez!y.jw × secretgf!reader [ fluff , hurt , comfort ] ; 2.3k

soundtrack. daddy issues - the neighbourhood

reen says. hihi my loves, this is my first fic on tumblr, and i've crafted this idea for a considerably long time and am pretty proud of the result too yaayay so i hope my pretty readers will enjoy this oneshot 🧸 EN- masterlist

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currently, the student council room was bustling with chaos as the members were preparing for the rehearsal of an important upcoming event. after decorating your assigned portion of the auditorium, you were now trying to open a plastic bag containing decor items, however, the airtight nature of the bag restricted you to do so.

when suddenly, you felt two strong arms slowly snaking between your arms and your waist, as their hands took hold of the bag of supplies from your hand. you turned your head, scared to be seen with your secret boyfriend by the council members. however, once you tried to do so, he gently pushed his head against yours to trun your head straight and pressed a quiet kiss to your check in the process. in the midst of all this, you couldn't catch when he had opened the airtight bag for you, only realising once you felt his warmth retracting from your rigid body.

alongside his well-known leadership, reliability, and academic skills, Yang Jungwon, a senior in high school and the president of the student council, was said to be decelis high's invincible pride. by nature, jungwon was quite nonchalant and extremely reserved. however, just as you, a junior, and his very much loved secret girlfriend comes into the equation, he becomes the most chalant man ever. secret glances, hidden smiles, and subtle acts of love were you guys's roman empire.

you had started to like jungwon just after a few months passed once you joined this school in your freshman year. well, what can you say? you've always had a thing for hot nerds. truth be told, you never thought jungwon would ever like you back. maybe it was your lack of self-esteem or whatever, but you were pretty sure about it. however, he proved your theories to be completely wrong when he confessed to you at the start of your junior year, after half a year of him being down bad for you, as he described.

your secret relationship was something you both agreed on to be as private as possible, as you both announced this arrangement to you guys's close friends only. they had teased you and him alike, muttering strings of 'see i told you' 'about time' and 'i knew it'. due to your similar personalities and goals in life, it wasn't a shock that many people of decelis high shipped you with him religiously.

after your duty at the council ended, you returned to your classroom to attend the last period of classes, not before sharing a subtle grin with jungwon. you were especially excited yet extremely nervous today since the results for the last subject of the first term exam of your junior year were to be announced today. you have always been a hardworking academic overachiever. though you weren't exactly a nerd, you forced yourself to dedicate your student life to your studies since childhood, as it was the only way you could receive a somewhat sense of validation from your unapologetically unloving mother and self-centered father who truly, didn't give a shit about you, as long as your mother was happy.

as you were about to enter the classroom, you could see the teacher already starting to distribute graded exam papers. as she saw you, an acknowledging smile crept onto her lips, "come in, y/n". you smiled back at her before coming inside and taking your seat. you were a student who was adored by almost every teacher in decelis high, your sweet and kind nature along with your intellect surely set a good impression on not only them, but also your seniors, juniors and peers.

not long after, you had gotten your answer paper back, the big red A+ and 98/100 with a star beside it automatically carved a smile on your face. the teacher returned to her desk at the front of the class and started to announce this term's first, second, and third place in junior year.

she started, "Im Jiah, third place. Do Gyuri, second place, and y/n, first place!" you really couldn't wait to tell jungwon about this. all those forehead kisses while he tells you how much he's proud of you, his sweet girl. however, amidst your quiet celebration, you couldn't miss the venomous glare being thrown at your back, making you involuntarily turn around and see none other than Do Gyuri.

gyuri was your academic rival since childhood. her parents had some kind of enmity with yours, and thus, their daughter, for no reason, always tried to tick you off. you never really had any problem with her until she embedded memories of being bullied, insulted, feeling abandoned, and left out in your adolescence, up until now.

much to your fortune, suddenly, the school bell rang, indicating the end of classes for that day. you happily stood up, gathered your belongings, and were about to walk out of the classroom when the teacher called your name and asked you to stay back. once everyone left, she showered you with sweet praises and words of acknowledgement, resulting in a grateful grin forming on your face. and after a few minutes, you were allowed to go as well.

once you and jungwon had started dating, he always insisted on walking you home after school, saying that he loved you way too much to let you do something or stay somewhere unsafe. and thus, a regular routine formed of you waiting for his classes and presidential duties to end, and him caressing your hair and kissing you afterwards before you both walked home together.

today was no exception, however, as you arrived in front of the student council room, you saw jungwon, the vice president, and the secretary having a meeting together. not wanting to disturb them, you decided to walk around the school for a while.

a very, very bad decision.

as you reached the end of the connecting hallway, secluded from the teachers' and janitor's offices, you were suddenly pulled by a strong force, the unannounced jerk making you confused and scared. as you looked at the source of the action, your eyes widened as you spot Do Jina, Gyuri's mother and the same woman who tried to suffocate you with a pillow once when she had sneaked into your family's house at night.

"how dare you, girl? how dare you steal my daughter's answer paper and submit it to the teacher as your own?!" do jina screamed at your face.

"w- what?" you muttered, unable to piece the collection of words coming out of her mouth.

"oh and now you have the audacity to take all the credit and praise from the teachers and look at me like some innocent child?" do jina took a hold of her hair and tugged on it harshly.

you looked past her shoulder, noticing gyuri looking at you with a sly grin plastered on her face. now it all made sense.

"i didn't. i didn't take anyone's exam paper. i didn't cheat- AHH!" you shrieked once she dug her nails into your arms, feeling your skin being torn apart. flashbacks of that time when you felt like you had reached the end of your life, your airways being blocked off by her appeared in your mind, your breath rising by the second.

now you weren't just scared. you were petrified. tears were already streaming down your face, as a hollow feeling buried itself into your chest.

"get your fucking hands off her!" a familiar voice reached your ears, a somewhat sense of relief downing over your currently fragile mind. soon after, you felt a gentle grip on your hand, separating it from the harsh hold of gyuri's mother.

as soon as you saw jungwon standing in front of you, your tears seemed to increase, choked sobs coming out of your mouth. "jungwon... they- they're being mean... i don't know what i did, but... she's going to kill me, jungwon, please don't trust them, i swear, i didn't-" your rambles were cut off as he pulled you to his chest. "calm down, angel. she won't do anything, i won't let them. you're safe,okay? take a few breaths for me, yeah?" at his comforting voice, your body seemed to calm down, the warmth of his body fighting against all the cruel possibilities your mind crafted.

"your issue will be solved at the principal's office. do not even think about getting your hands on her, or i'll make sure your daughter won't want to live enough to see tomorrow's daylight." jungwon turned back to throw a cold glare at gyuri's mother, the underlying threatening tone of his voice making her reconsider her actions. she knew yang jungwon was a student the school would fight to keep, and the clear indication that he wasn't going to entertain any favours for her daughter was enough to shut her up for now.

jungwon noticed the red straches blooming on his girlfriend's arms, the sight creating a strong feeling of wrath inside him. how dare someone tried to hurt his girl, his sweet little baby?

he rolled up his sleeves quickly before messily taking off his tie and wrapped the material around the wound on your arm. "i'll take care of it once this shitshow is over, okay, love? don't worry."

jungwon didn't care enough to look at or inform gyuri's mother as he cupped your reddened face, brushing off the tears before he muttered, "let's go to the principal's office?" and after a hesitant nod from you, he held your hand tightly and started walking, gyuri and her mother following behind.

jungwon knocked on the door before he was given permission to enter. the principal's face lit up at the sight of jungwon, but dimmed right after he saw your tear streaked one. he cleared his throat, "please, have a seat." at that, jungwon guided you inside the office first with a hand on your back, following right after you and shutting the door, resulting in the mother and daughter having to open the door for themselves.

jungwon led the whole thing, talking for you when you wanted him to, and encouraged you to take stand for yourself when he thought necessary. after the principal heard both the sides involved, jungwon put forward the suggestion to watch the tape of the hidden cameras inside the classroom of the day of the exam, resulting in gyuri's face contort in confusion. only the school authorities and jungwon knew about the hidden cameras planted all over the school. nobody ever really checked the cameras, unless an incident required an evidence. he had told you once about these cameras, when you were yapping to him about crimes occuring in the school and how the results would play out.

the principal followed his suggestion and searched the tape before watching it in front of everyone. gyuri's was easily proved to have lied, which led to her mother embarrassingly utter, "i- i'm sorry. i didn't know gyuri lied. i'll take her out of this school."

jungwon, however, wasn't too happy with her decision. "i truly believe people can change, and the environment is what really matters. i think it will be beneficial to her if she stays here, we all can help her reflect on her actions, especially me, as the president of the student council." you were stunned, not expecting to deal with gyuri so softly, and honestly, you didn't want him to either. she and her mother had made your childhood a living hell, as if your own parents weren't enough to make you feel suffocated. however, jungwon's tight yet reassuring hold on your hand compelled you to trust him. whatever, you weren't the type of person to be able to take revenge anyway, your heart always told you it was mean and unnecessary.

the principal smiled widely at jungwon and praised his open mindedness and soon everyone took his decision as the final one. you both went out followed by gyuri and her mother. jungwon asked gyuri for a talk with him and she agreed and followed him, when suddenly, jungwon's polite smile disappeared. instead, a cold glare plastered onto his face. "i hope you're not foolish enough to think i did this out of pity. both you and your mother should remember all the cruel things you put my precious girl through, and if not, i'll help you. every single night you've made me see her sob because you knew she wasn't emotionally capable to do all those horrible things back to you, i'll make sure you regret that. i don't like to see her sad, let alone cry, and you won't get away with doing things your way when i exist. i hope you've understood my favour towards you, because, god, you must know how much i refuse to tolerate idiotic people, especially if they are pathetic like you and your delusional mother."

soon after, you found yourself in the infirmary with jungwon, you seated on the desk as he stood in between your legs. he carefully unwrapped his tie around your wound, before applying some antiseptic over it, making you hiss and lean onto one of his broad shoulders. he shushed you, muttering sweet encouragements, with hopes of providing you comfort. as jungwon started bandaging it, you couldn't help but look up at him with your eyes widened and lips parted, "how did you know?" jungwon swore he saw an angel right in front of him, "it's quite easy to tell. you kind of wear your heart on your sleeve when you're with me, and i appreciate it."

"you didn't have to, though..." you muttered, "what if the other students start getting suspicious after seeing your different treatment towards her? i don't want to cause trouble." "angel, you think i care? i want you to stay happy, no matter what. that adorable smile you put on your lips as your cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink is what keeps me alive and sane. and i'd do anything to ensure that i can see it as long as i live." jungwon spoke, caressing your red cheeks, as he gently took a hold of your bandaged wound and kissed it, before attaching his lips with your plump ones.

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THE RED ROOM જ⁀➴  CHAPTER ONE

2:00 AM, OCT. 12TH

Y/n hated the club. The pounding music rattled her skull, and the kaleidoscope of blue, purple, and pink lights turned the room into a blur of chaos she couldn’t quite escape. Yet here she was again, perched on a bar stool, nursing a whiskey that barely burned anymore. She didn’t belong here. She didn’t even want to be here. So why did her feet always drag her back to this place that fed her exhaustion more than her soul? Old habits die hard, I guess.

The bartender silently filled her empty shot glass with more alcohol, and without a word, she swallowed it in one gulp. It stung, but the bitter flavor kept her grounded in reality. It kept her awake.

Her headache felt like a dull, relentless throb now, and she could feel herself slipping further from sobriety with each shot she forced down. Pathetic—that’s what it was, and she knew it. Wallowing in her sorrows at a nightclub because her fifth job application had been rejected. Five. Ever since graduation, her father had cut her off entirely, insisting it was “time for her to grow up”—whatever *the fuck* that meant.  

Not that she dared argue with the man. Her father had a talent for making things worse. Push him too far, and she’d probably find her bank account frozen or her credit cards mysteriously deactivated. The idea of being a homeless drunk—the estranged daughter of a famous politician, no less—would have been funny if it weren’t her life at stake. She let out a bitter laugh. Oh, the scandal that would unleash.  

“Hey, miss, your phone’s dinging,” the bartender muttered, breaking through the haze of alcohol clogging her brain. She could barely make out his silhouette, much less what they were saying. She waved them off with a lazy nod, assuming it was just another spam notification.  

But the phone kept buzzing. Annoyed, she fumbled for it, her fingers unsteady as she tried to unlock the screen. Face ID barely worked with how much her hands were trembling, but after a few tries, the lock screen slid away. Her bleary vision struggled to focus on the message, but the words at the top stopped her cold.  

Unknown:  Hey Ms. L/N!  We have reviewed your application and decided you seem fit enough to work for our corporation. You are required to follow the rules in the links I sent below and to bring your ID and Driver's License with you on your first day. It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Ms. L/N. Thank you for deciding to work for L’Atelier Rouge. Links of application   Links for working rules + etiquette Sincerely, the President 

She read the words twice, her heart pounding faster with each line. Then a third time, just to make sure she hadn’t imagined it.

Holy shit.

She stared at the screen, her pulse racing as the words fully sunk in. You’re hired. At L’Atelier Rouge.

Her brain was swimming with alcohol, but even in her intoxicated state, she could tell she wasn’t imagining it.. It didn’t make sense—she wasn’t anything special, just a Psychology graduate trying to scrape together a living. But right now, none of that mattered.  

A surge of energy shot through her, banishing the weight of the night as she practically launched herself off the barstool. The room spun for a moment, but she didn’t care. She felt like a little kid on Christmas morning, grinning wide enough to make her cheeks ache.  

Grabbing her car keys, she shoved her chair back into place and threw on her black denim jacket. Drunk logic told her it was a great idea to drive to L’Atelier Rouge at 2 a.m. and… do what, exactly? She didn’t know, but that didn’t stop her.  

“Hey, young lady! You’re not thinking of driving, are you?” The bouncer at the door gave her a hesitant look, his hand hovering near the doorframe as though ready to stop her.  

She flashed a crooked smile, hiccupping as she gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up. “Don’t… don’t worry. I’m fine.”  

The bouncer hesitated but eventually stepped aside. Pretty stupid move on his part, but it was too late to take it back now. She stumbled into the night, her headache forgotten. Whether it was the fresh air or the thrill of finally securing a job, she didn’t know, and honestly, she didn’t care.  

For the first time in weeks, she felt alive.  

The night was still young, and the streets outside were unusually quiet. The crescent moon hung low, its silvery glow barely lighting the sidewalk as Y/N staggered along. On any other night, she might’ve admired the stars or the peaceful chill in the air, but tonight she could barely keep her footing. The cold burned her lungs with each breath, and the alcohol buzzing through her system didn’t help.  

Her denim jacket shielded her from the worst of the cold, but she still pulled it tighter as she made her way to the car. She wasn’t exactly sure why she’d thought coming here was a good idea. Some desperate need to prove herself? To do *something*? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she was too far gone to turn back now.  

Sliding into the driver’s seat, she stared at the steering wheel for a moment before jamming the key into the ignition. "Fuck it. YOLO," she muttered under her breath, ignoring the voice in the back of her mind warning her to stop. If the cops pulled her over, well… her dad would bail her out. Begrudgingly, but he would.  

The drive was mostly uneventful, though her lack of coordination earned her an angry honk and a middle finger when she nearly sideswiped another car. Y/N grumbled to herself, blaming the other driver as she focused hard on Google Maps guiding her to her destination.  

When she finally pulled up to the restaurant, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. Even in her tipsy state, L’Atelier Rouge looked magnificent, as if it belonged in another world entirely.  

Tall marble columns flanked the entrance, their surfaces glowing faintly in the moonlight. Neon-red lights lit up the bold lettering above the doors, and two massive stone lions stood guard on either side of the pathway. Y/N swore the statue’s eyes followed her as she parked the car, and a chill ran down her spine.  

The circular driveway wrapped around a small fountain, adorned with cherubic figures spouting water from their mouths. It was stunning in its detail but unsettlingly out of place in the middle of Seoul. The sleek luxury cars and black limousines lining the lot only added to the surreal atmosphere.  

Y/N hesitated for a moment, gripping the steering wheel tightly. What was she even doing here? She could just turn back, pretend this impulsive decision never happened. But she was already here, and if she backed out now, she’d never forgive herself.  

Pushing open the car door, she made her way to the towering glass entrance.  

The air inside was warm, a sharp contrast to the night outside. She was immediately hit with the cloying scent of floral incense, mingled with the lingering aroma of roasted meat and rich wine. Her stomach growled audibly, and she quickly glanced around to make sure no one heard it. The restaurant’s interior was even more extravagant than its exterior. Three massive fountains lined the marble lobby, their cascading waters catching the glow of the ornate chandelier hanging overhead. Vines of faux flowers draped artfully over every corner, and the checkered black-and-white floor guided her toward the reception desk.  

And then she saw him.  

Standing under the chandelier was a man talking to what was seemingly an employee. His sharp yet pale features were lit by the warm light above, and his deeply furrowed brows gave him a serious, almost intimidating expression. Something about him radiated authority, the kind of presence that filled a room without trying.  

Y/N froze, unsure of what to do. Should she approach him? Was he someone important? And why is he so damn handsome? She didn’t even know his name, but something about the way he carried himself told her he wasn’t just another employee. Before she could decide, his gaze momentarily shifted to her, locking eyes with hers.  

“Hey, newbie!” he called out, his serious expression melting into a disarming smile.  

Y/N's face burned with embarrassment. Newbie? How did he already know who she was? She awkwardly shuffled closer, suddenly hyperaware of how she must look and—oh god—how she must smell.  

“Jesus, you reek of alcohol,” he said, laughing softly as he dismissed the other employee and stepped toward her.  

“Yeah… I’m sorry,” Y/N mumbled, recoiling slightly as he placed a hand on her shoulder.  

“So, you must have gotten my email?” he asked casually, looking down at her with an amused expression. 

She nodded quickly. “Yeah, I was already out, so…” She trailed off, unsure how to explain her impulsive decision to come here unannounced. A small hiccup escaped her lips, and she wished she could evaporate on the spot. 

I wish I was dead.

He chuckled, his grip on her shoulder reassuring rather than intimidating. “Well, at least you’re here now. Come on, let’s talk in my office.”  

She followed him through the restaurant, past the main dining area, and down a long hallway. The further they went, the more uneasy she felt. The silence was deafening compared to the warmth and calming hum of the lobby.  The bright red and gold colors slowly shifted to a dull grey, and the air started smelling like cigarettes and cleaning spray.

After what felt like ages, they finally stopped in front of a large wooden door. Her eyes widened as she noticed the numerous locks lining its edges, and at the top, engraved in bold, elegant letters, was a name: Park Sunghoon, President.

So that was his name. Reading the word “President” nearly prompted her to throw up on the spot. 

Her stomach twisted. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but she certainly hadn’t imagined the owner of a place like this to be so… approachable. Or intimidating. Or both.  

“Go ahead, take a seat,” he said, opening the door and gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.  

Y/N hesitated, glancing at the chaotic mess of papers, coffee cups, and Post-it notes scattered across the desk. The only clean space was the small area around his computer, seemingly big enough only to fit his arms. Despite her nerves, she sat down, trying to suppress the wave of nausea creeping up her throat.  

“Relax,” he said, leaning back in his chair and lighting a cigarette. The sharp smell of smoke filled the air, and Y/N waved it away with a cough.  

“You look like a deer in headlights,” he teased, his voice playful with an edge of venom. “I’m not going to eat you.”  

She laughed nervously, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Sorry. Just anxious, I guess.”

“You’ll be fine,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease that felt oddly rehearsed. His mischievous smile returned, but there was something beneath it—something she couldn’t quite place. “Come back tomorrow, sober this time, and I’ll introduce you to the team.”  

Y/N’s heart lifted, relief flooding her chest like a warm tide. “Really?” she asked, her voice tinged with cautious optimism.  

Sunghoon’s head tilted slightly as his gaze lingered on her, assessing. His smile deepened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course,” he said, his voice almost too smooth. “You’ll fit right in here.”  

Something about the way he said it made her pause, but before she could dwell on it, he stood abruptly and gestured toward the door. 

“Get some rest. You’ll need your energy.”  

Y/N nodded and offered a polite smile, though her nerves made it falter. As she stepped out into the night, the tension she hadn’t even realized was weighing on her shoulders began to ease. The cool air hit her like a welcome embrace, soothing the warmth of her flushed cheeks.  

But even as she walked to her car, she couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched.  

From the glass doors, Sunghoon’s figure was barely visible in the dim lobby. His sharp gaze followed her every step, his smile unwavering as though frozen in place. When she glanced back toward the building, her stomach flipped—his silhouette was still there, standing perfectly still.  

She looked away quickly, shaking her head. You’re imagining things, she told herself, gripping her car keys tightly. The night had been strange enough without her paranoia adding to it.  

Back inside, the faint click of the front door locking echoed through the now-silent restaurant. Sunghoon turned, his expression unreadable, and strode toward the kitchen with purposeful steps.  

The atmosphere shifted as he entered, the soft hum of the refrigeration units doing little to mask the growing tension in the air. Pausing beside the walk-in freezer, he ran a hand along the edge of the wall, his fingers finding a hidden keypad. With practiced precision, he punched in a code.  

A faint beep followed, and a section of the wall slid open, revealing a narrow staircase descending into darkness. The temperature dropped noticeably as he stepped inside, and the faint scent of copper and antiseptic hung in the air.  

At the bottom of the staircase, the muffled sounds of screams broke through the stillness, distant but unmistakable.  

Sunghoon stopped momentarily, his head tilting as if savoring the sound. His grin stretched unnaturally wide, sharp, and feral in the dim light.  

“How exciting,” he murmured, his voice a low purr that echoed off the cold walls. 

He stepped forward, the door sliding shut behind him with a metallic clang, sealing him—and his secrets—away from the quiet night above. 

author note: first chapter! it's a little short (2k words), and im not sure how to format this on tumblr lolll but i hope you guys enjoy :D taglist is open!

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[spiffywon]

PITIFUL DESTINY — 니키

❨ let my feet wound, at least i can see you smile ❩

your safe space, your constant pain in the ass, your one true love — nishimura riki. what started as teasing and sarcasm turned into something neither of you could fully admit. but there’s something about the way he sees you — and your art — that makes it impossible not to fall. when he takes you somewhere unexpected, things spiral into chaos. laugher, adrenaline, confessions, and maybe even handcuffs. with riki, nothing ever goes as planned, but somehow, it’s always worth it.

— 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ; pairing: delinquent!nishimura riki x artist!f. reader, wordcount: 4.015k, inspired by the bts song run, warnings include riki smokes, hints to family problems, riki nonchalant master101, police n illegal activity (tho its rlly not that serious lol), high school based! absolutely adorable there's no angst (my apology for xoxo gossip girl) lowercase intended

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yeah so uhm prepare because every single one of my ni-ki works are gonna have him as some fucjed up delinquent lollollol NYWAYS I LOVE THIS SONG TAKE ME BACK TO THIS BTS ERA cried writing this, enjoy :p

THE FIRST TIME you’d met nishimura riki, you wanted to punch him. now, you wanted to kiss him. problem was that you weren’t so sure which would leave you more breathless. that feeling of confusion lingered with you like an irreversible disease, one where words simply weren’t enough to explain it. no, that feeling of confusion was turning into a lifeline, the feeling you found yourself missing whenever you felt that little hollow in your heart. art needed no words. just passion. and you know you have a lot of that within the chambers of your heart, that’s for sure.

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you were always the last person there. the art block of your school was your second home, especially when your supposed ‘home’ felt more of an open-air prison. whenever it all got too much, paper and pencil was always there for you. funnily enough, so is riki.

the art block always smelled like a mix of old dreams and new passions. you were the last to leave, your sketchpad tucked under one arm and your hands stained with charcoal smudges. the world outside was soft with twilight, the streetlights humming faintly as they flickered to life. you watched the stars flicker ambiguously in their own little pattern, and wonder if they ever feel lonely. so many of them, but all of them stand alone.

and there he was, leaning against the low stone wall just outside the art block, like a shadow that refused to fade into the night. riki’s dark hoodie hung loose over his frame, over his already messed up school uniform, his hands shoved into his pockets as though the evening chill didn’t touch him. he was staring up at the stars too, his brows drawn in the faintest crease, like he was daring them to blink out entirely.

for a moment, you stayed where you were, just watching him. there was something about nishimura riki that reminded you of a sketch you couldn’t quite finish. rough edges, messy strokes, and the promise of something beautiful underneath it all– if only you knew how to see it.

you let the cool air whip against your face as you stand still for a moment, letting the day’s rush pass by you in a moment of quiet. the air was sharp and crisp, the kind that made your lungs feel more alive with every breath. your nose wrinkles at the stale scent of tobacco, eyes flickering to the cigarette lit between riki’s thick lips. “are you waiting for me?” you begin with a snicker, snatching the cigarette from his ringed fingers and placing it between your lips. you give him a half hearted glare as you reach for your own lighter, and after you take a long, soothing drag, you look at him deadpan. “don’t you ever get tired of waiting around here?”

riki didn’t flinch. he never did. his face always stayed composed, like he never felt any true emotion. instead, he turned his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder, the faint glow of the cigarette smoke travelling before your eyes highlighting the sharp line of his jaw.

“don’t you?” he replied, as he snatched the cigarette back. you grumble in annoyance, stepping closer until you were just a few feet away. “this place actually means something to me. what’s your excuse, weirdo?” you scoff, stuffing your sketchbook into your bag, and noticing the backpack he holds on his back. that’s new.

he shrugged, taking a slow, final drag. he watches the smoke flutter to the sky, before he flicks the cigarette to the ground and grinds it under his heel. “maybe i like the view.” his eyes dart from the stars, but then into your own eyes, and you feel the world hold still. nonetheless, you snort, though your pulse betrays you, quickening as if your body didn’t care about the words you’d planned to say. “the view?” you repeat, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief, though you knew exactly what he was talking about. “you mean the art block or the sky?”

riki’s smirk flickered, and for the briefest second, he looked almost sheepish. almost. “maybe both,” he said, his voice soft enough that it could’ve been lost to the night. he looks at the ground, but then right back at you, a boyish grin painting his oh-so beautiful face. you rolled your eyes, hoping it masked the way your breath caught in your throat. “you’re so full of shit, riki.”

he laughed at that, a low, quiet sound that felt like it was kept only for you. he adjusted the straps of his backpack, the weight of it seeming heavier now that you’d noticed it. “come on,” he said suddenly, jerking his chin toward the darkened street ahead.

“what?” you furrow your eyebrows in genuine surprise. normally, he listens to you ramble on about your art and whatever you’re going home to. he never takes you anywhere.

“i said, come on.” his tone carried a kind of exasperated affection, like he couldn’t believe he even had to explain. still, you stayed where you were, one foot still planted in the comfort of the familiar gravel. “and why would I do that?” you question with a tilt of your head.

“because,” he said, turning back to face you fully. the streetlight above cast a halo around his head, but his eyes stayed sharp, piercing. “you trust me.”

you hated how easily he could say things like that, how easily he could pull you in with nothing but a look and a few well-placed words. “do I?” you shot back, your voice tinged with defiance as you crossed your arms. and good lord, how he loved it. 

he shrugged, the smirk returning to his lips. “guess you’ll have to find out.”

against your better judgment—or maybe because of it—you stepped forward, closing the distance between you. “this better not be some stupid prank,” you muttered, falling into step beside him.

the world around you seemed quieter as the two of you walked side by side, the sound of your footsteps mingling with the faint hum of the night. riki didn’t say much, which was typical, but tonight his silence felt heavier, more deliberate, like he was keeping a secret he wasn’t sure how to share.

you, of course, filled the void with your own nervous chatter. “you’re being weird,” you add, casting a glance at him out of the corner of your eye. “you’re not about to, like, abandon me in some creepy alley or something, are you?”

He snorted, shaking his head. “relax, angel. you’re safe with me.”

“that’s not exactly comforting, you know,” you muttered, though you didn’t slow your pace. the nickname, as much as you pretended to hate it, warmed something in your chest.

when he finally stopped, you were standing in front of a wall—a massive, empty expanse of brick, stretching high into the sky.  “what is this?” you asked, your voice tinged with skepticism.

riki slid the backpack off his shoulders and unzipped it, revealing an assortment of spray paint cans, brushes, and markers. “your canvas,” he said simply.

you blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. this is all so, so random. did he plan this all? for you?  “are you serious? riki, i swear this is illegal.”

“dead serious,” he said, pulling out a can and tossing it to you. You caught it instinctively, the metallic rattle of the paint echoing in your ears. “i’ve done worse and im still roaming free. so technically, no.”

“you’re insane,” you said, but your fingers were already curling around the can, your mind racing with possibilities. ideas. passion.

you hesitated, fingers curling around the cold metal of the spray paint can. the possibilities felt endless, the silence between you and riki charged with an anticipation you couldn’t quite name. “go on,” he urged, his voice softer now, his eyes glinting in the faint light. “show me what you’ve got.”

you glanced at him—leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his hoodie pulled snug around him as if he was guarding something fragile. for once, his usual smirk was absent, replaced by something quieter, gentler. it made your chest ache in the strangest way, but you never wanted it to end.

the first hiss of paint felt like a release, the vibrant color bursting against the brick like the beginning of a masterpiece. you squealed, your grin breaking wide as you tilted the can and painted a sweeping arc of red across the surface. you forget the pure joy something as simple as paint can provide. “oh my god,” you breathed, spinning to look at him, your face alight. 

riki chuckled, the sound low and warm, like it was just for you. “keep going, y/n.” he said, his voice thick with something unspoken. and you did just that.

blue stars, golden spirals, and wild strokes of green and purple bloomed under your hands, chaotic and alive. the wall transformed into a galaxy, the colors colliding and bursting like fireworks, your fingers moving faster than your thoughts. the air around you smelled sharp and metallic, your laughter breaking through the night with reckless joy.

riki didn’t say a word. he just leaned against the wall opposite you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his dark eyes never leaving you. to him, you looked like a star yourself—burning bright, uncontainable. the way you moved, the way you laughed, the way you let yourself get completely lost in what you were creating—it was mesmerizing. the colors streaked across your cheeks and arms, like you’d stepped straight out of your own painting.

riki strugges to shed tears, and yet, his eyes almost stung with tears at the sight of you so unapologetically happy, a sight he’d kill to see. because whether he admitted it or not, you were his lifeline, and to see you so happy makes his heart ache in a way so addicting he’d wish for the pain in every lifetime.

“you’re staring,” you teased over your shoulder, catching him in the act.

“can’t help it,” he whispered simply, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a soft smile unlike himself.

you shook your head, the motion sending a loose strand of hair tumbling into your eyes. god, he loves it when your hair is all messy, your cheeks all flushed. that’s when he knows he’s succeeded in making you happy, and to make you happy is his one and only life mission. “flirting while I’m in my zone? that’s low, riki.” you tease, fanning your now heated face. whether you were hot from his teasing or the passion of the moment was none of your concern. “not flirting,” he replied, his voice quiet but certain. “just saying the truth.”

you paused for half a second, the weight of his words sinking into you like a soft, comforting weight. it was as if the air between you had thickened, the quiet of the night wrapping around you both like shelter. his eyes never left you, intense and full of something you couldn’t quite place. the words he’d spoken, simple yet profound, settled over you like a warm blanket, soothing something deep inside you that you hadn’t even known was aching.

but then you couldn’t stay still. you couldn’t let the moment linger. you pushed the feeling of his gaze to the back of your mind, turning your attention back to the wall in front of you. your fingers gripped the spray can, the cool metal feeling like an extension of your body, and you let them dance again. the colors spilled out from the nozzle, blending together in a wild, unapologetic mess of reds, blues, and purples. they collided, bled into each other, creating a chaotic beauty that somehow felt more real than anything else in that moment. your heart raced, matching the erratic rhythm of your hands.

you pulled away for a moment, standing back to survey the mess you’d made—a beautiful, vibrant galaxy, a reflection of the madness that was inside of you. your chest rose and fell with exhilaration, and you could feel your breath catch in your throat as your eyes traced over every stroke. “this,” you began, your voice breathless, almost reverent, “this is what the stars feel like.” riki tilted his head slightly, studying you. “the stars?” His voice was low, intrigued, like he wasn’t quite sure if you were joking, but he was willing to let you explain.

“yeah,” you breathed, stepping back further, eyes still glued to the wall, “like… this messily beautiful thing that you can’t control, but you can’t stop looking at, either.” your voice was full of awe, as though the universe had just opened up and made sense to you, right here and right now. your pulse thudded in your ears, louder than the hum of the spray cans, faster than the stars that dotted the night sky above.

riki was quiet for a moment, staring at the masterpiece you’d created. but then he pushed off the wall with a soft grunt and walked towards you, his steps slow, deliberate. his eyes never left the chaos of color on the wall, but you could feel him moving closer, his presence swallowing up the space between you.

“sounds about right,” he murmured, his voice smooth, almost like a purr, though his gaze was still fixed on you, not the wall. 

and suddenly, the ground under you felt a little less stable, your heart skittering, as if something in the air had shifted. you could feel his eyes on you, scanning you with a tenderness that was foreign in his usual, sardonic demeanor. you turned, catching him in the act, and when your eyes met his, the world seemed to slow, the hum of the city dying away in an instant. all that existed was the space between you and him, the air thick with something electric.

before you could even think about moving, riki was in front of you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. your breaths tangled together, and you could see the way his eyes flickered down to your lips. the night was heavy, but everything felt so damn light. his hands reached up slowly, and before you could even fully process it, his fingertips brushed against your jaw, almost hesitant at first.

you inhaled sharply, feeling your heart jump into your throat. his thumbs traced the curve of your flushed cheeks gently, the touch light, almost as though he was afraid you’d break. he moved closer, his face just inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours in the cool night air. the world around you faded, and the only thing that mattered was the soft pressure of his hands against your skin and the way he held your gaze like he wanted to keep you to himself, but was too cautious, too careful.

the space between you and him closed until your noses were nearly touching, and you couldn’t help but feel a shiver run through you, a mix of excitement and something deeper, a tug you couldn’t ignore. he didn’t move, didn’t speak, just kept his eyes locked on you. it was like time had stopped, the stars outside, the colors on the wall, the very sound of your breath all fading into the background as you waited for the next moment, that next step—whatever it was.

your heart was racing now, but in this moment, you didn’t want to move. you didn’t want to break the silence. you were suspended in it, as if the entire universe had paused, waiting for the words neither of you were brave enough to speak.

and then, out of nowhere, the sirens pierced through the stillness, rising from the distance and growing louder, closer with each passing second. the sound was sharp and jarring, cutting through the night like a blade. your pulse quickened, heart racing as the reality of the moment hit you—this was it. you’re fucked.

your eyes widened instinctively, and you grabbed riki’s arm, urgency threading through your voice as you whispered, “i think we gotta go, ‘ki.”

but riki didn’t budge. he was standing still, staring at the wall you’d painted, his gaze fixed on the chaos of colors you’d brought to life there. there was something about the way he was looking at it that made you pause, like the entire world had stopped moving and only this—this mess of reds, blues, and golds—mattered.

“shit,” riki muttered under his breath, his eyes flicking between the painted wall and you, like he was trying to process what he was seeing. slowly, he straightened up, and it hit you how still everything had become. the sirens grew louder, much too close, but riki didn’t seem to notice.

you froze, your hand still gripping the can of spray paint, the weight of it grounding you. “are you kidding me?” you asked, incredulous, your voice barely a whisper in the growing chaos as you stuffed it all away in the backpack. 

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he reached over and grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the wall with surprising urgency. “come on,” he said, his voice a mix of exasperation and something else—something like... affection? but it was tinged with a rush, as if he was trying to get you to understand without explaining. “we need to move. now.”

you stumbled, caught off guard by his grip, your heart still pounding, but there was something in his tone that made you stop questioning it. “riki!” you protested, your voice rising in both annoyance and confusion, “what the hell? you said it’d be fine!”

“I said technically,” he kept pulling you down the alley, the sound of your footsteps echoing against the walls. his fingers curled around your wrist, firm but not painful, almost like he was afraid you’d slip away. his pace was fast, too fast, but there was no choice but to follow, the sirens closer now, their wail turning into a deafening cry.

“run now, yell at me later!” riki called over his shoulder, his voice light despite the madness. the absurdity of the situation hit you like a wave—the sheer ridiculousness of it all. and for reasons you couldn’t even explain, it made you laugh. the tension in your chest broke loose, and a laugh—wild, unrestrained, and completely out of place—burst from your lips. you couldn’t help it.

riki glanced at you as you laughed, and something in his expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it melted into something else—something mischievous. he grinned, that damn lopsided grin, and in a sudden rush of boldness, shouted back, “is now a bad time to tell you i like you?”

you blinked, momentarily thrown off. “huh?” the words barely registered in your brain as you stumbled to keep up with him, but the laughter kept bubbling out of you, an unstoppable force.

riki didn’t miss a beat. “I REALLY LIKE YOU, Y/N L/N!” he yelled, louder this time, his voice carrying through the alley like he wanted the entire city to know. you stared at him, half in disbelief, half in laughter. you’d never seen him so... raw, so reckless. and yet, there was something exhilarating about it, something alive.

he didn’t stop there, of course. as you rounded a corner, the flashing lights of a police car lighting up the alley, riki, with that damn grin still plastered on his face, flipped off one of the officers. it was so absurd, so riki, and you couldn’t believe he was doing it. “riki, no!” you gasped between breaths, trying to sound serious, but your voice cracked with laughter.

he turned to you with a gleam in his eye, his grin widening at your scolding. “what? they can’t catch us,” he said, too casually for someone who’d just provoked the law. you scolded him again, but you couldn’t stop the way your laughter spilled out, free and uncontained.

the alley blurred around you as you both ran, laughing, weaving in and out of shadowed corners. the world around you felt distant, fading away with each step. the sirens, the police, the danger—it all turned into background noise. the only thing that mattered was the rush, the thrill of running alongside him, of being this close to something dangerous and beautiful all at once.

you turned another corner, barely avoiding another officer, and the laughter kept coming, as if the absurdity of the chase, the ridiculousness of it all, had made everything feel too unreal to be taken seriously. but there was freedom in it. a strange, exhilarating freedom that made you forget everything else—the tension, the worries, the fears. in that moment, it was just you and riki, caught up in something bigger than yourselves. 

your hand tightened around his, and with an unkept laugh, you look at him, your voice a breathless whisper. “i like you too, riki.”

with your sudden confession still ringing in his ears, riki came to a stop so abruptly that you nearly collided into him. the sirens, the flashing lights, the chaos around you—it all melted away. for a moment, there was only the look on his face, a mix of disbelief and awe, as if he couldn’t quite process what you’d just said.

he didn’t need to run anymore. he’d heard everything he’d ever wanted to hear.

“riki!” you hissed, panic lacing your voice, tugging at his arm, but he didn’t move. he was still looking at you, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

before you could say another word, rough hands grabbed both of you, yanking you apart. you yelped as you were shoved against the cold metal of the police car, your chest pressed to the ridged surface, the weight of a hand on your back keeping you still. you turned your head, your heart pounding in anger, fear, and something else you couldn’t quite place, as your rights were being read out to you. though the words travelled through one ear and left through the other.

riki, cuffed and pinned next to you, seemed completely unfazed. instead of looking at the officers or even his surroundings, his eyes stayed fixed on you. his grin, boyish and entirely maddening, stretched across his face like he didn’t have a care in the world. it was the kind of smile that promised mischief, that said this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

“riki,” you hissed, shooting him an empty glare. “what the hell is wrong with you?”

he just chuckled softly, his voice low and warm. “i’m just thinking how worth it this all was.”

your glare faltered for a second, confusion and disbelief flashing across your face. “you’re insane.”

“maybe,” he said, his grin only widening as the officer pushed him forward, opening the back door of the car. he let them lead him without resistance, his gaze never leaving yours.

you didn’t even have time to protest as you were shoved into the backseat beside him, the door slamming shut behind you. the space was cramped, the scent of leather and sweat pressing in on you, but all you could feel was riki’s presence, his shoulder brushing against yours, his warmth cutting through the cold.

as the car started moving, he turned to you, his grin softening but never fading. “guess we’ve got plenty of time to talk now,” he teased, his voice light, but his eyes were serious, filled with sincerity that made your heart flutter. 

you groaned, leaning your head back against the seat, but the corner of your lips betrayed you, twitching upward despite yourself. you didn’t know what was coming next, but with riki sitting beside you, grinning like he’d just won the lottery, you had a feeling this was only the beginning of the trouble. then again, you weren’t mad. this is clearly destiny, and with riki, you figure, it might not be too bad.

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[spiffywon]

ㅤ𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 SUNNY DAYS, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

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HEESEUNG 𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒.

the knock on the door is the thing that caughts your attention as you walk to the kitchen. with a raised eyebrow, you walk to it— getting on your tiptoes to look into the peephole.

“heeseung?” you say out loud. not because you didn’t expect him here, you live together, but you wonder why he is knocking when he has his own key.

his lips are all over yours the second you open the door. he gets in, cupping your face delicately—he signs into your mouth, “i missed you so much, baby.”

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JAY 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖾.

with a sigh, he untie his cravat the moment his feet are in the appartement. he doesn’t take his shoes or coat off— walking to the leaving room with nothing in his head but you.

“welcome home,” is the first thing he hears. your voice, dulcet and sweet, leads him to you like an enchantment. he is too enamored to even think about greeting you back.

making you change your initial sitting position to a laying one, he comes lean his entire body on you and rest his face on your chest. he closes his eyes when your fingers reach his hair.

JAKE 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾.

is surprised and a little sad when he comes home to you being nowhere to be found. his sad puppy eyes growing, he looks for you in the entire apartment.

he grins when he hears keys in the door’s lock. enthusiastic, he waits for you to get in, “oh—” you exclaim when you see him. “i didn’t think you’d be here bef—”

the rest of your sentence dies in a yelp when he pulls you in his embrace so suddenly. he doesn’t let go for a while.

SUNGHOON 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋.

“welcome home !” an angelic voice greets him as soon as he steps home. he smiles, although fatigue is written all over his face— he has been waiting since the moment he left to come back to you.

he steps into your circle of warmth, embracing your form in such a delicate manner. arms tight around your waist, he lifts you off the floor smoothly.

for no particular reason at all, if it’s not to pepper kisses on your lips and cheeks and neck until you tell him to leave you alone.

SUNOO 𝗐𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍.

“oh my god,” is the first thing you say when your boyfriend enters the apartment. he smiles, leaning for a kiss but your gaze fall on the snacks in his ends, “i love you.”

“oh well, i love you—” he cuts himself when you take the food in his hands instead of kissing him. “were you talking about the food?”

you suddenly focus on him again, a cute pout on your lips, “i can love two things.” and he kisses your puckered lips.

JUNGWON 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌.

you don’t realize his presence, well too focused on the undone dinner in front of you. this, until you feel yourself getting hugged gently from behind and smell a scent you could recognize anywhere.

his lips kisses your cheek, “hi, my love,” he greets you before planting his chin on your shoulder. he rocks your bodies side to side as he adds, “this looks delicious.”

timidness suddenly takes over you with that compliment. in an instant, you are unable to stare at anything but the carbonara in front of you. you hold his arm as a silent thank you as he giggles.

RIKI 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.

the boy doesn’t even announce his arrival at all. he closes the door behind him and runs to wherever his instincts tells him you are with barely controlled excitement.

he, quite literally, sweeps your feet off the floor. making you scream on top of your lungs in surprise, you don’t try to fight back against his attack however.

you laugh, loud and sincere, is as loud as the scream that resonated in the entire room a few seconds ago whereupon he jumps and falls on the bed with you in his arms.

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[spiffywon]

enhypen mlt being the small spoon.

pairing(s): ot7!enhypen x gn!reader

JAKE i’m sorry, this may (or may not) be a surprise for some of you, but jake is such a small spoon. He loves being cuddled, loves when you scratch him behind the ears like an actual puppy. he won’t even try to be the big one when he knows he’s going to get the best cuddles of his life.

SUNOO i don’t think sunoo really cares about it. big or small spoon, all he cares about is comfort, and it just so happens that he finds the most comfortable to between your arms, hearing your heart beat always makes him fall asleep like a baby in no time.

NI-KI on the other hand would put up a fight. He’d try so hard to be the big spoon, blocking your whole body with his huge limbs so that you can’t move, only to wake up in the morning with his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Its not for his choice, but if it works, it works.

JAY with jay it’s a 50/50 chance, it really depends on his mood. some nights he just wants to hold you, his lips pressed against your ear as he tells you about his day, only to end up complimenting you all over. some other nights he will find you already laying down, and the tiredness of the day will just make him fall on your chest and sleep like that.

JUNGWON its just so easy for him to be the big spoon, with his broad shoulders covering your whole body and making you feel so safe and warm. He loves smelling the shampoo in your hair and LOVES resting his hands on your belly, rubbing it every now and then. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like a change sometimes.

HEESEUNG he wouldn’t hate it, but he definitely doesn’t like it that much either. being the big spoon, he would bite your cheeks, ears or shoulders, only to get distracted and you would end up with hickeys behind your neck. if you ask him to be the little spoon he’d probably say yes to make you happy, but it wouldn’t last long.

SUNGHOON yeah, no chance he’s letting you be the big spoon. he takes his role as a cuddler seriously and his first and only thought when laying with you is making you feel safe and comfortable. He doesnt care if his arm starts hurting after five hours, he wouldn’t move an inch. dont you dare ask him to be the little spoon, it would break his honor.

[spiffywon]

☁︎ . , ONCE UPON A KISS , N.RK !

PAIRING: boyfriend ! riki × girlfriend ! afab reader. SYNOPSIS: spending quality time with your boyfriend was good...until he suggested something that you clearly seemed hesitant about. GENRE: suggestive, passing chocolate thru kiss. WORD COUNT: 568. [LIBRARY]

The room was quiet, with only the faint hum of your phone playing some avant-garde foreign film. You both were hardly paying any attention to it. You pointed to the screen, where two actors were performing an overly theatrical kiss, exchanging a cube of chocolate between their lips. “Hmm, do you think that’s dirty?” you quirked an eyebrow at Riki.

You didn't much hope for a reaction-a quick jab, a laugh, or something overly dramatic. Instead, he merely stared at the ceiling for some time in thought.

Then again, his gaze turned to you, brilliant and sharp and eviling-something mischievous. “Don't know,” he said at long last, in a tone that was terribly casual. “Guess I'll have to test the hypothesis.”

Before you opened your mouth to ask him what hypothesis, to remind him he wasn't in science class, he gingerly grabbed a piece of chocolate from the table and gently shoved it into his mouth. You blinked, completely caught between confusion and amusement. “Riki, what-”

But you could hardly finish that because, within one fluid motion, he came worriedly close into your space. His lips met yours-warm, soft-sweet, chocolate-rich came blasting at you as he teasingly flicked his tongue over your lips.

All the connections within your brain seemed to short-circuit.

Was this even real? Were you sharing chocolate through a kiss, just like some tacky romcom couple? Your hands flew onto his shoulders for, well, probably a push-off, or to make sure he did not pull away before you could properly sort yourself out.

The kiss deepened, chocolate heating up between your mouths into a sweet, gluey warmth. Riki was going all off-the-wall, purposely savouring the moment, taking his time.

It was messy, sure, but it was also intoxicating—the combination of heat, sweetness, and the sheer audacity of the moment. You couldn’t help but grip him tighter as the world outside melted away, leaving only the faint hum of the movie and the wild thrum of your heartbeat.

When he finally pulled back, you both gasped for air, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to steady yourself. His lips were smeared with chocolate, so were yours, but neither of you moved to clean up the evidence of your chaos. Instead, Riki leaned back slightly, his signature cocky grin spreading across his face.

“It’s not dirty,” he declared, his tone brimming with mock seriousness, as if he’d just made the most groundbreaking discovery in human history.

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, shaking your head as a laugh bubbled up from your chest. “Who even thinks to do that?”

“Geniuses,” he replied without hesitation, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie like this was just another Tuesday night activity. Then, with the same unshakable confidence, he added, “Also, that was a 10 out of 10 execution. You’re welcome.”

You groaned, grabbing a pillow and smacking him with it. “You’re so annoying!”

He caught the pillow with one hand, still grinning as if you’d just handed him an award. “Annoyingly talented. And, admit it, unbelievably good at this.”

You rolled your eyes, but the way your lips still tingled from the kiss betrayed you. Riki’s laugh filled the room, light and carefree, and you couldn’t help but join in despite yourself. In that moment, one thing became very clear: not only did your boyfriend match your freak — he might actually surpass it.

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[spiffywon]

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