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sunghoonluvr · 3 years

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crying and sobbing and banging my head against a wall

homesick for you

genre: fluff, slight angst ?? idk it’s nothing bad

pairing: non idol niki x gn!reader

warnings: swearing

request: Hi! I recently found your blog and I love your posts. They're so well-written and just simply amazing. Can I have a oneshot with Niki where he visited his hometown for the first time in a while and he and Y/N decide to go to a park where they grew up? They were really close but they already acted like they dated. Y/N is also *brutally* honest. (And please include your prompt list if you find this I've been desperately searching for it but can't find it, LOL) Thank you for your amazing work!

word count: 1.8k

note: hi hi ! the prompt list has now been updated on my masterlist page which you can find in the link in my bio :) also, in japan people typically call each other by their last name unless they’re extremely close in case anyone didn’t know!

for a start, you woke up with about a million texts from riki. most were from around 2 to 3 in the morning, telling you to, “wake the fuck up y/n”.

you looked at your phone slightly confused, brows furrowed but also raised in a questioning manner.

“why is he telling me to wake up at 3 in the morning? does he think i’m delusional?” you put your phone back on the night stand, knowing you’d answer after you were more awake and roll over to your side. instead of being met by your other pillow, you were met with the sleeping face of your best friend, and the person who spammed you at ungodly hours in the early morning.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

words simply couldn’t explain your shock.

“could you please be a bit more quiet, i’m trying to sleep here.”

your mind was on overdrive, trying to process that your best friend, nishimura riki, was laying in your bed, sleeping, telling you to be quiet because he was sleeping, while he was meant to be in tokyo training?

yeah you didn’t exactly know how to feel about this one.

you aggressively rub your eyes, open them, and aggressively rub them again; nothing changed. he was still laying there, your covers up to his neck and softly nuzzled into one of your pillows.

“uh, nishimura, why on earth are you in my bed right now?”

“what? don’t you miss me? can we save the questions for after i get some sleep please, i’m exhausted.” you take a better look at his face, eyes still closed. he looked so much older, even though he’s only been gone for a few months.

his cheekbones were far more prominent, nose and jaw somehow looked sharper and most of all his hair was a pretty blonde. you had facetimed many times while he was away, he was your best friend after all, how could you not? but facetime didn’t live up to the natural beauty of your best friend - he looked so pretty.

however, as pretty as he did look, he also looked exhausted - thanks to his dark eye bags.

you laid back down, still slightly confused but more happy than anything that he was finally back, and bring yourself closer to him just to prove to yourself that he was in fact here and it wasn’t just some stupidly realistic dream.

“i missed you, y’know?” your voice comes out as a whisper as he throws one arm around your waist, bringing you even closer before placing his head atop of yours.

“i missed you so, so much.”

when the two of you finally awake again, it’s later in the afternoon, almost 2pm. you weren’t sure how exactly the both of you slept for so long - well, more like you weren’t sure how you slept for so long. riki was a different story.

when you finally woke up and checked the time, you sighed at the fact that half of the day was already wasted, and you didn’t know when he had to go back again. you gently shook his shoulders and ran your fingers softly through his hair and pushed the strands away from his eyes.

“nishimura wake up, it’s 2pm”

he shut his eyes tighter and buried his face into your neck. you eyes widened slightly, not prepared for him to be so affectionate.

before he left for tokyo for a dance company, you two were tight knit. it was unbelievable how close you were - and still are, but it was almost… relationship like.

you two held hands while crossing the street, or payed for the other while out in some cafes. it was small things that didn’t seem like a big deal to the two of you, but everyone else seemed to notice and raise their brows with smirks plastered on their faces.

however this, this was different. he never cuddled up to you like this, usually preferring his own space while sleeping. you assumed it was because you two had not seen each other for so long.

“riki, seriously, wake up.” you call out again and this time, you feel him stir, arms wrapping around you waist even tighter as he stretched slightly before releasing his death grip on you.

“i don’t want to leave.” he mumbled into your neck, arms once again wrapping around you.

“leave as in leave okayama for tokyo or leave my bed?”

“you.”

what?

leave you? what was he on about? you assumed that he meant okayama because that way he’d be leaving you but you decided not to question further.

“okay, that’s sweet of you, but i don’t know when you’re going to be leaving next and it’s already 2pm so i’d like it if we actually did something together other than just laze around in bed,” you felt him nod at the crook of your neck, heart speeding up at his actions.

but he didn’t let go.

“that means we have to get up nishimura.”

“why do you never call me riki?” his voice wasn’t much above a whisper, but you heard it clearly.

“uh, i didn’t know if i should.”

“please.” your brows raised at his almost pleading sounding voice, he sounded.. sad? you felt like it wasn’t really the time to question what was going on, why he was suddenly back and all the other questions that stirred around in your head - you knew he was going to answer them sooner or later anyway.

instead you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders and hugged him, feeling like he needed some comfort. he, in return, wrapped his arms tighter around your waist and buried his face further into your neck, as if that was even possible.

it was far later now: 5pm.

you had actually gotten out of bed at 3:45pm and gotten ready for the day.

your parents knew that he was coming to stay for however long so they weren’t shocked to see him and just talked about his journey while the two of you ate ‘breakfast’.

after you had finished eating pretty much a 5 course meal courtesy of your mother being absolutely infatuated with riki, you headed out to the park.

before riki had gone to tokyo, this was a place that you frequently came to together just to hang out. it wasn’t really well known so it was nice and quiet and barely ever disrupted, other than some dog walking with their owner.

you two sat on the swings together, gently rocking back and forth with your feet.

“so, is now a good time for you to explain why you randomly showed up in my bed at like 7 in the morning?”

“i was actually there since about 4 but that’s fine too.” you looked at him with a blatant face and he raised his hands in mock defeat.

“okay fine. basically, i was homesick.”

you looked at him with an almost dumbfounded face. this definitely wasn’t the full reason why he came back. sure, homesickness isn’t a great feeling but you knew that riki was more determined than that and he wouldn’t have come home in the middle of his dance tournament just because he felt “homesick”.

“riki, there’s more to it than that, you don’t have to lie to me, you know?” you reach over the metal chains of the swing and grasp his hand in yours which he reciprocates by squeezing and intertwining your fingers together.

he softly sighed before finally letting go of what was holding him back for so many months.

“i missed you. i missed you so much that i couldn’t focus on anything, i couldn’t get the choreography right and i was so distracted it just, it stressed me out so much that i had to come home and see you. i was homesick for you.”

that, you weren’t expecting.

you have liked riki for a while, maybe a year or two now. you have definitely liked him longer but it’s only been a few years since you realised that you genuinely liked him more than a best friend would. you were an honest person, always told him what was on your mind but this - this you couldn’t tell him. not right before he left for tokyo.

but now seemed like it would’ve been a good time.

“i - i missed you too, riki. more than you know.” you felt his thumb start drawing soft circles on the back of your hand as he stood up from the swing, also bringing you up with him.

“where are you going?”

“don’t ask, just follow me.”

without question, you followed him to wherever he wanted to take you. you trusted him and you knew he wouldn’t have done anything too stupid as of right now, not after what had just occurred.

before you knew it, you were at the top of a huge hill, the sun seemed to be right before your eyes.

“this is beautiful.”

you heard a hum of agreement in response.

you both sat down on the soft grass, watching as the sun slowly but surely went down behind the lengths of the trees.

you laid yourself down on the grass and riki shortly followed, your hands both still intertwined together, not once letting go.

“i love you. i have loved you for so long but i didn’t want you to know - not right before you left for tokyo. i didn’t want to distract you with some stupid feeling, at least at the time i thought they were just some stupid feelings - yknow like a crush or something. but it obviously isn’t, because to this day, i feel such a strong want to see you, to kiss and hug you, to hear your voice. i have missed you ever day since you left.” you voice was soft. a hushed whisper. you didn’t want to disrupt the soft feeling of this moment, but you also had to get your feelings out in the open.

riki was laying on his side, facing you while you were laying on your back, facing the sky.

you felt him let go of your hand and sit up and that’s when you knew you fucked up. you closed your eyes tightly and tried to pretend like this was all a dream and nothing was real - that he didn’t come home and that you weren’t currently laying in the grass with the light of the sun fading more as time passed.

“y/n, look at me please.” the desperation in his voice almost made you open your eyes, but you couldn’t do that to yourself - not when you were so close to believing it was all fake.

he laid back down next to you, this time closer than before and rolled you towards him, so your face was mere centimetres away from his. he placed a gentle kiss in between your furrowed brows, getting rid of the small crease in between them. he then moves on to kiss the apple of each cheek before placing one last kiss on the tip of your nose.

by this point, you’ve opened your eyes and stared at him.

“you know, maybe if you didn’t ramble so much i would’ve had a chance to say that i love you too.”

#WHEN IS IT MY TURN #it’s bc i’m asian huh #so racist 😒/ j #hashtag i need a bf but i’m too scared and embarrassed to try 😜

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