#ni_ki enhypen

[stariikis]

what's your ETA?

synopsis ; in a crowded train headed towards your friend's art showcase, you and your boyfriend are caught in an awkward position.

pairing ; non-idol!nishimura riki x fem!reader genre ; fluff, established rs, literal forced proximity wc ; 1180 warnings ; kissing (a lil bit in public), lots of teasing, and mentions of height difference..

“I swear, if you make one more cup of coffee and insist you have to drink it before we go, I'll personally push you onto the train tracks.”

Nearly spitting out his beverage, Riki swallows abruptly and coughs. “Now, I would say I’m used to your violent tendencies, but that’s just gory. But I’d honestly like to see it.” His eyes shine with an unsettling excitement that has you blinking rapidly. 

“You won’t be alive to see it…” You tilt your head and feign confusion. In reality, this is both your way of flirty banter. Since Riki just loves to tease you, you believe it’s only fair that you should be allowed to tease back. However, your version of teasing is questionably rude at times, way worse than any fireball of quips Riki showers you with. 

“You wanna go or not?” Riki sighs, his mug making a clunking sound on the table when he puts it down. “I’m ready to just sit here and argue with you until night — I’m not the one desperate to see Sunoo’s art exhibition.” 

“No, I swear it’s not because I’m desperate to go. You’re the one who’s closer to him though?” You shake your head and frown in bewilderment. “Fake friend.” 

Riki whips around in his seat. “Pick me!”

”Bad boyfriend!” You erupt into laughter and lunge forward to ruffle his hair. 

Playing along, Riki gets up and pushes you gently away from him. But at the same time his fingers grab ahold of your wrist, holding you close, like he doesn’t really mean it. He’s casting the bait, eyes that look deeply and adoringly into yours glimmering with enthusiasm. 

“You’re taking it to heart. Don’t take it to heart,” he murmurs, and leans in to kiss you, voice dropping down to a low. “Pathological liar.” Before you have time to protest, he giggles, hugging you close as if daring you to spit out another one of your alleged, ‘lies’. 

When you both reach the station, its difficult to see through the sardine-packed crowd of people in front of you. “It… is so crowded,” you tiptoe to be able to whisper in Riki’s ear – and even that’s not enough, he has to lean down with a huff of amusement for you to reach. “Why is it so crowded today?” 

Shrugging his shoulders loosely, Riki slips his hand into yours, squeezing it tight. “You’re the one who wanted to go to this art show.” He mutters quietly. “Kim Sunoo’s, no less. You know we can just ask him to conduct a private show for us?” 

“Is supporting your friends a concept nonexistent to you?” You snap, feigning irritation but responding by rubbing your thumb over his. Your boyfriend pretends to be hurt by this, staggering backwards as much as he can in the crowd. His free hand clutching his chest, the playful atmosphere set by your banter fades when he looks at you. Wearing a gentle smile, he leads you into the train when the doors and gates slide open. 

He manages to secure you both a spot along the wall near the right-hand-side doors. You can tell by the guilt in his eyes that he wants to find you a seat too, but you’re probably going to get dirty looks from the elderlies if you do so. Luckily, he saves you the social torture and doesn’t force you to take a seat. 

The first few stops the train makes are still bearable. Riki is squashed a little too close for comfort at times, caging you in against the wall while you just stare ahead as if nothing’s happening. You ignore the tingles the situations send, all the way from your neurons down to your toes. However, when the crowd dissolves as they alight at their respective stations, you can breathe a sigh of relief. 

Like usual, Riki makes a snide remark about your morning breath (even though you’re quite certain your dental routine is competent), and returns to scroll on his phone. What disheartens you, though, is how genuinely uninterested he seems in Sunoo’s exhibit. And how bored he seems to be, despite being here with you. 

There’s a nonchalant faze across his face as he scrolls social media, leaning in close with a hand adjusting its grip on the grab bar next to you. You tilt your head, chest starting to ache. Does he really not care as much as you’d like to think he does? To not even feel an ounce of excitement in this moment? 

The train screeches to a halt as if agreeing with your intrusive thoughts. There’s still a long way to travel downtown to where the exhibit is held, and unfortunately for you, this is the most crowded station the train has stopped at by far. So many people pour into the carriage that it’s not even five seconds before Riki’s whole body is pressed up against yours. 

He drops the arm holding his phone down to his side. 

People are pushing you on both sides, and suddenly there’s a wave of gratefulness that you’re not stuck in the middle of the carriage. As if your current situation isn’t painful enough. Your boyfriend can’t meet your eyes, and it’s not surprising. With your noses mere inches apart (only because of the height difference), even you, usually assertive and confident, have to look into the distance. 

“Sorry…” Riki says in a hushed tone, moving his lips closer to your ear. His head has practically dropped down onto your shoulder, and you can feel yourself filled with vigorous tremors. He slips his phone into his back pocket, and the hand previously holding it snakes protectively around your waist. You blink up at him, expecting a warm look down, but all you’re met with is narrowed eyes carefully scanning the surroundings. 

His neck still dipped downwards, he hugs you close when the final few people slip into the train. Clearly feeling you shaking, he hums soothingly into your ear, “you’re safe”. “You have me.” “Don’t be too scared.” Anything else he says goes in one ear and goes out the other. 

Because. In such a situation, what would you expect your boyfriend to proceed to do? a), Accept fate and stay in position, b), shyly turn away from the deathly awkwardness, or c), giggle and tilt his head to pepper kisses along your neck? 

Riki chose C. 

He’s so gross, you think, but only when you’re stumbling out the train and running all the way to Sunoo’s exhibit to save yourself from remembering the situation more. Why did he ever do that? I should have shoved him away and called him a pervert and acted as if I didn’t know him. 

What a lie — when he was pressing a final kiss against your cheek your first thought wasn’t even remotely close to wanting to shove him away. Rather, you had pouted, arms wrapped around his neck, because he’s going to have to make up for being both indifferent towards you and making you so late. 

(It is never really his fault.)

thank you for reading! i'm so sorry for the lack of uploads recently, life has just gotten a little bit busier and i finally got a lil break so i decided to write this prompt i thought of a while back!

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[lukazz-web]

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SE UTILIZAR, NÃO ESQUEÇA DOS CRÉDITOS!!

IF YOU USE IT, DON'T FORGET THE CREDITS!!

[songbirdseung]

sleeping / en- maknae line 🤍

sunoo

Heeseung tiptoed into the living room, careful not to make a sound. The dim glow of the table lamp cast a warm, golden hue across the room, revealing the peaceful scene before him. There, sprawled across the couch, was Sunoo fast asleep. What caught Heeseung off guard, however, was the sight of you curled up beside him.

You had been visiting for the weekend, and it seemed like a late-night movie marathon had taken its toll on both of you. Sunoo was now snuggled up with you, his head resting on your shoulder and a content smile playing on his lips while he's sleeping. As if he was having a dream with you in it.

Heeseung couldn't help but smile at the sight. Sunoo and you had been dating for a while now, and the relationship was a heartwarming blend of laughter and affection. As Heeseung approached the couch, he noticed you were still awake, your eyes fixed on Sunoo's sleeping face, fingers gently brushing through his hair.

"Hey," Heeseung whispered, causing you to jump slightly.

"Oh, Heeseung," You whispered back, eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and relief. "You scared me. I thought you were asleep."

Heeseung shook his head, chuckling softly. "Nah, I was just in the kitchen. I wanted to grab a snack, but I didn't want to disturb you two. You guys look adorable together."

You blushed, your cheeks taking on a faint rosy hue. "Thank you," you murmured. "I can't help but watch him sleep sometimes. He's just so peaceful."

Heeseung nodded in understanding. "I get it. He's a bundle of energy during the day, but he looks like an angel when he's asleep."

Jungwon

After a long and exhausting day at school, you finally return home, feeling drained both physically and mentally. The weight of your backpack feels heavier with each step you take, and all you can think about is getting into your comfortable pajamas and starting your nightly routine.

As you quietly enter your bedroom, you're startled by an unexpected sight. There, peacefully asleep on your bed, lies your boyfriend Jungwon. His usually vibrant and energetic self is now peacefully nestled under your cozy blankets, looking completely worn out. You can't help but smile at the surprise.

You tiptoe closer to your bed, careful not to wake him. Gently, you reach out and tuck the stray strands of hair away from his peaceful face, admiring the way his eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks.

With the utmost care, you pull the covers up to his shoulders, making sure he's snug and comfortable. A small, contented sigh escapes his lips, and you can't help but find it endearing.

You decide to go the extra mile to make sure he's comfortable. You fetch a glass of water and place it on your bedside table, just within his reach when he wakes up.

Before you leave him to rest, you lean down and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Sleep well, my love," you whisper, your voice full of tenderness. Jungwon shifts slightly but remains blissfully asleep.

With that, you finally go about your nightly routine. You change into your comfiest pajamas, wash your face, and start winding down from the busy day. You can't help but glance back at Jungwon from time to time, feeling grateful for his surprise visit.

Ni-Ki

"Y/N, are you sure I can't sleep on the couch?" Ni-ki asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Ni-ki, you don't have to sleep on the couch. I promise the bed is big enough for both of us. Besides, I'd rather have you here with me."

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The idea of sharing a bed made his heart race, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. "Are you sure it's okay? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

You reached out and gently took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Ni-ki, it's more than okay. I want you here with me. We can sleep comfortably together."

Ni-ki finally relented, a grateful smile crossing his face. "Alright, if you're sure."

You led him to your bedroom, where the soft glow of a bedside lamp filled the room with a warm and cozy ambiance. The two of you changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed. As you settled under the covers, Ni-ki lay down hesitantly on his side of the bed.

But as the minutes passed, you noticed him shifting uncomfortably. You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his adorable shyness. "Ni-ki," you whispered, "you don't have to be so far away. Come closer if you want."

His eyes met yours, and he seemed relieved by your words. Slowly, he edged closer until he was lying beside you, his arm tentatively draping over your waist. You could feel the tension in his body start to ease as he got used to the idea of sharing the bed.

As you both settled in, the warmth of his presence next to you was comforting. You turned to face him, and he met your gaze with a soft, affectionate smile. Without a word, he snuggled closer, his head resting on your shoulder, and you wrapped your arm around him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

[sungtny]

𓋜I'm still here. i'll always be here.◡ ˙˙˙ ะ

[roseyrays]

💌 C U P I D 💘 chapter six - MY HEART IS EXPLODING

summary: y/n and ni-ki were childhood friends since they were 3 years old, they're friendship lasted forever and will always be, that was until ni-ki moved to korea to pursue his dream of being a k-pop idol. y/n also left japan to also pursue her dream of being an idol as well in 2022, she never forgot about him but it seemed that he forgot about her..but that's what she thinks, will cupid give them a second chance?

warnings: short chapter (sorry!!), attempting humor

💘💘💘

"stop laughing at me!" you yelled at him while hitting his arm

he still couldn’t stop laughing tho "i’m s-sorry!! you’re just so bad at this!!" he says in between laughs while looking at your slightly angry expression

"well we should get home, it’s getting late" riki said as he looked as he pulled out his phone

“yeah we should, i had a great time tho!" you said and smiled while walking towards the exist with him

"yea, me too" he says smiling

…

as you and riki bid your goodbyes, riki texted his members

💌💌💌

a/n: sorry for the very very very late update!

the next chapter will be longer this time! i will make it up to you guys🤞

idol!ri-ki x fem idol!reader (she/her is used)

genre: smau, childhood best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, romance, she fell first he fell harder trope

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230401 Big Hit's Tweet, TikTok and Instagram Reel

세상 치명적으로 춤춰놓고, 서로 수줍은 말랑 망개떡과 아기 물만두의 조합 😳🤝😊 🔗https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8ppJqGU/

#LikeCrazy #Jimin_FACE #지민 #Jimin #NI_KI #니키 #ENHYPEN #엔하이픈 @/ENHYPEN

They danced with such deadly moves, and then got all shy with each other, this is the soft manggaetteok* and baby steamed dumpling combo 😳🤝😊

#LikeCrazy #Jimin_FACE #Jimin #NI_KI #ENHYPEN @ENHYPEN

(T/N: *A type of Korean rice cake preparation and one of Jimin's nicknames because of his soft, chubby rice cake-like appearance.)

Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT W/ CREDITS

[soo0mi]

🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 14. beating the bitch boy allegations

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️

filler chapter 😍😍

☆ prev || m.list || next — ♡

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ xtras over here !!

taglist (open) !! @aernx @namelesssuser @alicesolengg @woon2u @dearyjw @beomgyusonlywife @maybemiko @yourmyst4r @j-wyoung @yumilovesloona @astrae4 @mrowwww @chaechae-23

[rickyswift]

lugares do corpo que o enhypen gosta quando você beija (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

fluff, gn!leitor (já revisei, mas por garantia se achar algo q não esteja no neutro me avisa pf s2)

heeseung

ele adora que reparem e elogiem seus detalhes, então acaba por gostar quando você dá selinhos nas suas partes favoritas do corpo dele. entre essas partes, as que ele mais anseia por beijinhos são o pescoço, nariz e o lábio inferior. :( fofo

jay

o clássico beijo na boca, qualquer tipo de beijo, mas na boca. também gosta de selinhos na região dos ombros! ele gosta de qualquer contato e carinho contigo, algumas vezes entende melhor esses gestos do que palavras.

jake

desde que seja você ele gosta em qualquer lugar 😭😭 ele acredita que todos os seus beijos são sinceros e carinhosos então recebe todos os tipos e em todas as partes que você quiser (mas se quiser dar com mais frequência na ponta dos dedinhos dele, ele adoraria <3).

sunghoon

o seu toque no corpo dele arrepia dos pés até a cabeça e ele ama quando você beija a pintinha do nariz ou as orelhas enquanto menciona algum detalhe que você observou nele. ele gosta quando você reafirma e demonstra gostar de estar com ele. :((( ele é carente por você

sunoo

assim como sunghoon e heeseung, gosta quando você observa detalhes sobre ele e também de saber que é apreciado. beijos na bochecha e na testa o deixam menos inseguro e mais calmo em qualquer situação (e bem tímido também).

jungwon

ele ama quando você enche o braço dele de beijos e mordidas carinhosas!!! beijinhos no olho enquanto ele tira um cochilo no seu colo também parecem fofos 😭😭 ah! ele reclama que sua boca é gelada e diz não gostar de beijo na nuca por isso mas no fundo é o lugar favorito 🩷

ni-ki

o coitado fica com as orelhas piores que tomate com qualquer contato que venha de você, mas principalmente a região dos lábios e queixo fazem o coração do menino correr maratonas. ele é novo, então um selinho na bochecha ou na mão (como se ele fosse uma princesa) é muito significativo e ele gosta também.

amei escrever isso!!

me mandem coisinhas na ask 🥺

[heartfeltarcher]

240314 wonki 🫶

[stariikis]

a cruel summer with you...

synopsis ; you have always hated riki. he doesn't care about his grades and is only ever good at sports and dance. so why is it that he's gotten into the top class of the level? and why do you, for some reason, take an interest in him?

pairing ; sporty!nishimura riki x academic!reader genre ; one-sided rivalry to lovers, fluff, getting together, oneshot wc ; 2458 warnings ; light kissing

cruel summer, taylor swift

Every time you see the damned silhouette of Nishimura Riki down the hallway, adjacent to the grand doorway to the top class in the level, you start to physically convulse. There’s no end to the numerous ways he gets on your nerves. Maybe it’s the sly remarks he likes to make when he sees you stressing out over your grades. It could very well be the way he saunters into your classroom as if he’s one of the top students too. 

But no, all he has is being the well-known, all-rounded president of the dance club. His grades were decent enough for him to slip his way into the top class, and you have had a one-sided hatred towards him ever since. 

He parades around as if he’s the most popular boy in the whole school (he probably is), and every day without fail he’ll show up with a new racket, ball or the equipment of whatever his newest obsession is. However, what blows you off the most is the fact that, as your seatmate, he and his friends like to disturb you when you’re just trying to study. 

You would be pouring over your Biology textbooks, desperately trying to cram all sorts of structures into your head, and Riki would bring over his basketball friends. Jake and Heeseung, still in their dirt-scarred, rumpled jerseys, would tease you for just the hope of getting a perfect score for it. 

You could be buried deep in your self-made notes, trying to make sense of equations and funny symbols. Riki would stop Sunghoon on his way back to his seat, figure skates slung over his back before the famous skater’s practice. They would proceed to talk loudly about their plans for the next day. And all you could ever do would be to get out of your seat and leave. Of course, Riki never spared you a look as you left. Or that’s what you thought. 

Yang Jungwon and Kim Sunoo are two of Riki’s more bearable friends. They’re sweet and are close to some of your friends as well. But when they look over and shoot you glances that seem to have hidden messages you can’t decipher… you can only squirm uncomfortably.  

“Riki! Pay attention,” you scolded him one day before the Maths exam, pushing the textbook closer to him. He wouldn’t stop teasing you with insensitive jokes. Part of you wanted to storm up to your head teacher and beg for a seating plan change, but the other part of you was used to his insufferable antics. You just bore with the pain and tried to explain one more time. 

It was enough that you were spending precious time trying to tutor this hopeless boy, who could barely differentiate right from left if you asked him on the spot. But you also had to put up with everything you hated about him slowly turning into things that made you more than okay with his presence hovering over you like a guardian angel. 

The burning sensation of his eyes flickering upwards to look at you as you searched for the words to explain why 5x squared should be brought over to the other side of the equation. The oddly attractive way he clicked and unclicked his pen; a concentrated frown taking over his features as he hesitated to write his answer down. 

That was not all. You were trying to ignore the way his knee knocked slightly against yours as he turned back to his own desk with a short nod. Leaning over the worksheet-cluttered desk, he looked genuinely serious for once. It had been a long time since you saw him like this. Actually, it may have been your first time. 

His hair fell over his eyes as he continued to scribble over his textbook. 

Are you happy now? You asked yourself, as you watched him. He’s finally not trying to bother you, or distract you from your studies, or… 

He chewed on his lower lip, tilting his head to the side and staring at the question as if it would give him the answer he needed. At this, you shivered, because this side of Riki was so foreign to you. It was so unfamiliar that you did not feel comfortable. Because why would Riki, with a bunch of rowdy, carefree friends from his dance club, ever turn to a life of books? Even you, who broke down at the first glance of a C grade, had accepted that it’s a sad life. 

When Sunoo walked past your conjoined tables just a few minutes before the bell rang, he shot you a smug look. It sent a small shudder down your spine – something really was up that day. But as you did everything that happened in school, you ignored it and stood up promptly to lead the class in greeting the teachers. 

Now, although it’s an unknown concept to you, you and him are on the borderline definition of friends. You may have sworn deep inside your heart to hate him till the end of time, with his arrogant airs and his constant over-the-top quips. But beneath the careless exterior lays a young boy who just wants to appear older than he actually is. 

At eleven in the night, as you both burned the midnight oil studying for an exam the next day, he quietly confessed that more than anything, he just wanted to look cool. Like his Heeseung hyung who always seemed to ace anything he tried. Like his Jay hyung who was such an inspiration and influence to his style. Like his Jake, Sunghoon and Jungwon hyungs, who were pros in their own sports. Like his Sunoo hyung, who always knew just what to say and how to say it. 

And when you looked up from your messy notes, heart wrenching upon hearing these words coming from someone you hated for the longest time, you could only see hints of sadness dotting his eyes. 

The boy who had utterly ruined your first impression of him by bumping into you without apologising. In a haste to receive the football, he darted in front of you and had you sent to the nurse’s during your PE lesson. The next time you saw him after that was a shy peek of his head into the sick bay. The apology note he wrote was promptly torn up into a million pieces for the trash. 

This boy was struggling in his own ways. He wasn’t untidy and disorganised. He was trying his very hardest to manage all the pieces of work he had overdue and unfinished. The boy you believed used his popularity and luck to squeeze his way into the class. His hard work and efforts were and are still easily commendable. 

Perhaps it’s the reason why teachers are more lenient on him not submitting homework. Maybe it’s why they seem to give him special treatment after he returns from a competition, sometimes victorious and sometimes defeated. 

Today, it’s another late night call for both of your Chemistry exams tomorrow morning. On the other end of the call, Riki is silent – all you can hear are the scratches of graphite probably calculating some form of mass. You look up at your computer screen to check in on him, knowing that today he lost a match as the centre. It is probably the sportsman’s equivalent to failing a subject you normally excel at. 

A sigh leaves him every once in a while, and a hint of blue indicating sound coming from the call flickers in your periphery. At this rate, you can’t focus on your work. You’re scared to ask and at the same time you’re scared to stay quiet. 

“... Are you okay?” you ask tentatively, reaching out to adjust the volume. When Riki doesn’t answer for a few moments, your stomach twists into a knot so tight you feel like choking. 

“I’m fine,” he finally answers, quietly, so soft you can barely hear him. He doesn’t look up from his worksheets, but his shoulders remain slumped and he can’t even meet your eyes for a second. He’s clearly lying and as usual, going to cover it up with a jocular facade. 

“Oh my gosh, yn,” he mutters on cue, letting out a huff of forced laughter. “I think I’m going to fail if you don’t help me.” 

He’s trying to brush it off. You know. You’ve been in his shoes before, in a different situation and circumstance. And the feeling of being at the lowest of lowests is not a pleasant one. “Riki…”

The boy’s smile instantly fades and his gaze darts to the side. “Right. Sorry. Um, I didn’t play very well today.” 

There it is. “Let yourself have a break. You know that you’re doing your best, right?” 

Never in a million years would the you at the start of the year imagine that you would be uttering these words to your seatmate. Sincerely, and you truly mean it. You would never have thought your heart would ache to make his tattered and torn one whole. 

“Right.” With the weight of one word hanging over both your shoulders, you get the feeling that he has more to say that he ultimately never will. “Thanks.” 

You offer him a slight, sad smile in return. After a while of studying and comforting him, you shut off your lamp and bid him goodbye whilst telling him he probably needs to get some rest for tomorrow. The memory of him returning your smile boxily still lingers after you shut down your computer and leave your room. You hate him so much. You hate him for making you feel like you’re not alone in this world. You hate that you see yourself in him and that he makes you feel seen, validated, real…

The next day, you walk up to your seats at the back of the classroom. Surprisingly, Riki’s sitting there before you are, an unusual sight especially since he normally comes in hours late after games. He’s pouring over his own Chemistry notes, the first you’ve ever seen. His handwriting is messy in the pretty kind of way, lacing over the small pages. 

“Riki,” you call him softly, to get his attention. He looks up at you, eyes rounded cutely, and your heart does a small flutter. “Here, this is for you. Are you feeling better?” 

He blinks rapidly as you pull out a small goody bag filled with snacks and candies. And at the bottom, although he doesn’t see it yet, is a note that you’ve poured your heart and soul into. It sounds like a well-obscured confession, and maybe to him it may be, but it’s a thank you for being in my life. Thank you for being here even though I know you probably don’t want to.

Why does he look like he’s never been gifted anything before? His cheeks go red and he looks at you with the happiness of a toddler. Eyes shimmering in the dawn light, he grins. “Thank you.” 

For a moment, the empty classroom goes silent. With a quarter an hour to seven, your classmates are going to start coming in soon, to collectively mug and cry over Chemistry. So before that happens, you clap your hands and point at the bag. 

“Open it now! And read what’s inside!” You babble, taking a seat beside him. Your knees touch again, and he seems to be reading your whole face with his eyes alone, but the adrenaline has you fearless for once. 

He slowly begins to unfold the note you hid at the bottom, an uncertain and suspicious frown on his face. But underneath it, you just know his heart is beating as hard as yours is. As if the anticipation is contagious – or you’re simply an expert empath.

dear riki,

i hate you. 

yes, you read that right. i despise you with every fibre of my being. i can’t take your presence beside me in class, ticking me off with every smart remark you make in the middle of math. i can’t take the way you look at me with hopeless defeat or arrogant victory when you get back from any one of the many sports you play. i hate how talented you are, how cool you seem to me, how much you remind me of me when you tell me what’s on your mind. 

because i worked so hard to get into this class and worked so hard for a reputation of being the best student leader and the smartest girl in school. and you – you seemed not to work at all. you would walk into this classroom like you owned it. and i hated it. 

until i started to like it. 

i liked the way you smiled. i liked the way you teased me. i liked the way you rolled your eyes when you saw me fretting over physics yet again. what made me change my mind, you ask? well, a small glimpse into your life shows me you do work hard. you probably work twice as hard as i ever can and will. i like that. 

and as much as i never say it, i like you. 

When Riki’s eyes reach the bottom of the square-shaped paper, you see him start to tear like never before. It scares you to the core. You have never seen him so emotional. 

“You’re joking,” he laughs boyishly, running a hand through his hair and looking at you. Is this the first time you have seen his cheeks so rosy and vibrant, the first time you’ve seen his eyes squinted in such joy? “You are joking right now.”

“I’m not,” you smile back, “rea–” 

And he interrupts you by leaning in and kissing you, sweet and gentle and shy just like all the other times he’s ever interacted with you. He gets up from his seat and leans on the back of yours for support. You can feel his smile against your lips, genuine and real for the first time in forever. It feels new yet it feels like solace. 

“You’re the class president,” he whispers in the intimacy of both your gazes. So close yet so out of reach. His hands shake and he cradles the top of your head hesitantly. “and I’m the boy who does anything but study. Why me?”

You hum and shrug your shoulders. “You’re the sportiest boy I know, and all I ever do is study so I can be the top student. Right back at you.” 

The giggle Riki lets out before he leans in and kisses you again will remain forever engrained in your mind. 

“i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

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[mandukkul]

studying for my society and culture text but i literalky will burst if i don’t say anything

WHAT IS THIS SLUTDULTERY‼️⁉️‼️⁉️

i? think? i’m? going? to? DIE?

NEIDJESISHWB😵‼️😵🚨😭‼️‼️😵🦹‍♀️☎️🚨🚨😵

[ennikity]

❤𝑵𝒊-𝒌𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏... 𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔❤ ☽𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧☾ ☽𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘦☾

You turned on your phone screen again with a bored look, only to see that it was 12:24 am. How could a sunday morning be so boring? What does people do to keep themselfs busy? You wondered again if it was a good idea to call your boyfriend, since you hadn’t known about him for almost two days, but you shook your head; he was probably busy filming something with his members, and you didn’t want to disturb anything. 

- I guess I’ll spend another sunday watching films all day- you said laying on the couch. 

But when you were about to take the remote control, your phone began to ring.

- Jay?- you said, thinking he called you by mistake.

- Uhm... Hi, Y/N, how are you? Uhm... one question, are you busy right now?

- No... Why?

- Well, Ni-ki has been sick since two days ago, and we have something important to film today, but we can’t take him with us... so I was wonder- Ouch- he said suddenly, and you could hear Jungwon whispering him to say “we” instead of “I”- Uhm... We were wondering if you could come and take care of him while we are out.

You smiled, happy cuz you now had something to do, and that something involved your boyfriend too.

- Of course!- you said- I’ll be there in ten minutes.

- Thank you so much, Y/N- Jay said, sighing in relief- We’ll wait for you, see ya!

When the boy ended the call you hurried up and took a few things you could need, and then you headed to their house as fast as you could. 

Ten minutes later, you were there.

- Y/N!!- Jake greeted you as soon as he opened the door- Good to see you.

- Same goes for you!- you said with a smile while entering to the appartement.

- Y/N, thanks for coming- this time, Jay came to your encounter- We have to go now, but I left plenty of food at the fridge, as well as some medicins you could need. Call us if you need anything.

- Got it- you said- See you later, guys- you bid them a goodbye as they left.

- Okay, let’s gonna see ma sick boy- you said, heading to Ni-ki’s room.

You oppened the door slowly, thinking he was sleeping, but oh boy was watching something on his phone.

- Heyyy how’s my sick boy doing?- you said.

- Wha-

He was so surprised that his phone almost fall on his face.

- Y/N? What are you doing here?

- What, aren’t you happy to see me?- you said, sitting next to him

- Heyy, it’s not that- he replied punching softly your arm- It’s just... how did you know that I was sick?

- Well, Jay called me this morning asking if I could take care of you while they film something, so here I am.

You saw how the boy looked down, a strange look on his eyes.

- It’s anything wrong?- you asked.

- No, it’s just... I’m old enough to take care of myself- he pouted.

- Aww, are you a big boy now?- you tickled him.

- Y/N, please, stop- he laughed.

Sadly, his laugh was interrupted by some coughs, and that made you realized his baggy eyes and how pale he was. Not to mention that you could literally feel the heat coming from his forehead without touching it.

- Ni-ki, have you taken your medicines?- you asked.

- Pfff, of course- he said. But by the way he looked away, it was pretty obvious that it was a lie.

- Ni-ki...- you insisted, raising an eyebrow.

- Okay... I didn’t- the boy admited- But I have a good reason: those things taste horrible.

- See, these is why Jay called me- you sighed. 

- Please, don’t make me take my meds...- Ni-ki begged.

- No no no, now you are under my care, so there’s no way you are not taking your medicins. 

- Oh, c’mon- he complained.

But there was no way he could change your mind.

- So, first, let me see if you have fever, althow it’s pretty obvious that you have. Let me just grab the thermometer...

But Ni-ki was way faster than you, so he took it first and placed it out of your reach.

- Looks like you can’t check my tempeture now- he challenged you.

You tried to take back the thermometer, but he was always faster than you. 

- You are sooo slow- he laughed. But once again he was interrupted by some coughs, this time even worse than before. 

You looked at your boyfrind with sad eyes.

- Ni-ki, look at you, I hate seeing you this sick. Please, stay still and let me take care of you.

It looks that your words finally convinced him, cuz he handed you the thermometer mumbling a small “okay”. You put the gadget near his forehead, and leaned closer to see the result on the small screen. 

- You look even prettier this close- he suddenly said.

At first, you thougt that he was just joking as usually, but when you looked into his eyes, you could see nothing but sincerity.

- Awww, thank you- you said smiling- I was going to return the compliment, but you always look amazing from every angle.

Ni-ki looked away trying to hide his blush, and you chukled.

- Well, obviously you have fever- you showed him the screen- Stay here while I prepare something to eat and bring your meds, okay?

You tried to tucked him with some blankets, but he kept moving.

- Can’t I go with you?- he asked- I don’t want to stay here, it’s boring.

- I know, but you need to rest if you want to feel better. And now, don’t move, I’ll be back in some minutes. Call me if you need anything.

But the moment you left the room, you heard the boy calling you, so you rushed to the room again.

- What?

- Can I get a kiss and a hug before you go?- he asked shyly.

- Of course- you smiled, giving him a kiss on the forehead and a bearhug- Better now?

- Much bettter- he smiled.

You nodded and went to the kitchen again.

                                                           [...]

- Y/N!!!

You sighed, knowing that this would happend.

- Ni-ki, you need to stop calling me every minut- you complained when you arrived at the boy’s room- You make me think that something bad happened. 

- But I’m bored...- he whined.

- I know, but I’m almos done. Wait a little bit longer, okay? Then I promise that we’ll spend the rest of the day together.

- Fine...

You returned again to the kitchen, and enjoyed some minutes of silence. You knew that Ni-ki could be this childish sometimes, so you just had to have a little bit of more patience. You finished cooking some soup and were looking for a bowl when you heard a loud noise and then a door slamming. You ran to Ni-ki’s room with a worried look, only to find that it was empty.

- Ni-ki?- you called the boy, but noone answered.

You looked at the other side of the corridor and saw the bathroom door firmly closed.

- Hey, everything okay?- you asked softly.

Some seconds past until you listened a weak “no”.

- Can I go in?

Insted of Ni-ki’s voice, you heard that noise again, and that was the moment when you realized what was happening. 

When you oppened the door, your eyes met with the boy ones, but only for a second, because before you could realize, Ni-ki leaned closer to the toilet again and started throwing up.

- Oh my...- you whispered.

You sat next to him, one of your hands on his forehead and the other patting softly his back. 

- Don’t worry love, I’m here- you said to him. 

When Ni-ki finished, you brought him next to you, laying his head on your chest. That’s when you realized that he was shivering. 

- I’m not feeling well- he whispered. 

His read and teary eyes, pale face and now little sobs made you hug him tighter than ever. 

- C’mon, I’ll take you back to your room- you said, holding his hand. 

Once again at his dorm, you tucked him with some blankets and brought the hot soup.

 - Try this- you said passing him a spoon- You’ll feel better after having some of it. 

You proudly watched as he ate almost half of the bowl, and past him a tissue when he didn’t want more.

- Well, you know what comes next, right?- you asked, taking the meds bottle. 

You thought he was going to complain about it, but the boy just nodded and oppened his mouth while you gave him the spoon full of the disgusting liquid. 

- Good boy- you said, giving Ni-ki a small peck in his nose- So, what do you wanna do now? I promised that I was going to stay with you the rest of the day, so...

- Can I get some hugs?- he asked, looking at you.

You nodded and he moved to one side, making you space to lie down next to him. You oppened your arms and the boy didn’t hesitate to snuggle in them, making you smile. One of your hands was going up and down on his back while the other was caressing his hair.

- I guess Jay was right- your heard him after a while- I still can’t take care of myself. I should’ve listened more to you, Y/N; I’m sure you were really worried earlier.

- Well... I was- you admited- But I can’t blame you, Ni-ki, cuz those meds really taste like hell. Can’t someone make them a bit... less horrible?

Both of you laughed.

- I’m really happy you’r here, seriously- the boy said, looking at you with those shinny eyes- You are the best.

- Awww, you know I’ll come whenever you need me. You are my big baby after all.

- Heyyy don’t call me like that- Ni-ki complained.

But still, he snuggled a bit closer to you, trying to hide a smile.

- You should sleep now, I’m sure you are tired.

- But I wanna stay with you more- he said.

- Who says that I’m not gonna be here when you wake up?- you asked with a grin.

Ni-ki smiled at you and then clossed his eyes.

- Sweet dreams, Ni-ki- you whispered.

                                                           [...]

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆:

Hi everyone!!! Well, first of all, how are you? Sorry for not posting anything in all this time. I kinda lost inspiration and didn’t want to write in that condition. But I’m back, so I’ll try to post more often  ∧ ∧

I just hope you liked this post, althow it’s really similar to the “Broken arm” one. And I also hope you don’t find me too dramatic lol. That always worries me. 

Any way, that was all. See you!!!

[songbirdseung]

HAUNTED HOUSE / EN-

synopsis: think of that one en o'clock episode or that manifesto comeback video where they had to do puzzles to get out of the haunted building. the only difference would be you are the 8th member of enhypen and that you guys are actually in a haunted house.

HEESEUNG 이희승 ~

keeps everyone in check, keeping them away from harms way

doesn't joke around with ghost, man just wants to go home and play video games

but don't get me wrong, he'll also be screaming at every scary moment

Inside, the air was thick with dust and the faint scent of decay. Heeseung took charge immediately. With a flashlight in hand, he led the team through the dimly lit corridors, his senses on high alert.

As they ventured deeper into the house, strange noises echoed around them, sending shivers down their spines. Heeseung's grip tightened on the flashlight, his knuckles turning white with determination. He might not have believed in ghosts, but he wasn't about to take any chances.

Whenever a creak or groan sounded too close for comfort, Heeseung would swiftly usher his teammates away from potential dangers, his voice firm and reassuring. "Stay close, guys," he would say, his tone masking the nervousness that gnawed at him from within. "We need to stick together."

Despite his efforts to remain composed, Heeseung couldn't help but jump at every unexpected sound or shadow that crossed their path. His screams mingled with the chorus of his bandmates', filling the haunted halls with a cacophony of fear.

But amidst the chaos, Heeseung never wavered in his duty to keep everyone safe. He pushed aside his own anxieties, focusing solely on guiding his friends to safety. Deep down, all he wanted was to escape this nightmare and retreat to the comfort of his video games.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the exit, breathless and exhilarated from their harrowing adventure. Heeseung let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Let's get out of here," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I think I've had enough excitement for one night."

And as they stepped out into the cool night air, Heeseung couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him. He may not have conquered his fear of ghosts, but he had proven himself to be a steadfast protector of his friends, even in the face of the unknown.

With that thought in mind, he couldn't wait to return home, where he could unwind with his beloved video games, far away from the horrors of the haunted house.

JAY 박종성 ~

would be scared but would prioritize you first.

just like how sang funny for sunoo in that one video, he'd distract you and keep you company

would yell out obnoxiously "do you know who i am?!" just to hide his fear

As the group ventured deeper into the haunted house, Jay found himself feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. His heart raced with every creak of the floorboards and every flicker of the dim lights. But above all, his priority was ensuring the safety and comfort of his companions, especially you.

Whenever he sensed your unease growing, Jay sprung into action, determined to distract you from the eerie atmosphere surrounding them. With his natural charm and quick wit, he launched into a barrage of jokes and silly antics, doing everything in his power to keep a smile on your face.

"Hey, hey, look over here!" Jay exclaimed, pointing to a dusty old painting on the wall. "Do you think that ghost has good fashion sense, or is it more of a 'ghost chic' kind of vibe?"

His exaggerated gestures and exaggerated expressions drew laughs from the group, effectively easing the tension that hung in the air. But beneath his playful facade, Jay couldn't shake the sense of fear that gnawed at him from within.

As they navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, Jay's antics grew more outlandish, his voice ringing out with exaggerated bravado. "Do you know who I am?!" he would yell, his tone purposely obnoxious. "I'm Jay from ENHYPEN, and ghosts have nothing on me!"

His theatrical performance served as a shield for his own fear, a way to deflect attention away from the unease that threatened to consume him. But through it all, his priority remained clear: ensuring your safety and well-being above all else.

And as the night wore on, with Jay's antics providing a welcome distraction from the haunted horrors that lurked around every corner, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his unwavering companionship and protection. In the midst of fear and uncertainty, Jay's laughter-filled antics served as a beacon of light, guiding you through the darkness and reminding you that, no matter what, you were never alone.

JAKE 심재윤 ~

babygirl of the group, unlike jay; jake will most likely use you as a shield

whining the whole time, yelling "kamjagiya!!" every minutes

but in a serious note, he'd help the most with tasks or getting out of the building

Jake's nerves were stretched to their limit. Unlike some of his more confident bandmates, Jake found himself clinging to you for dear life, using you as a shield against the unknown horrors that lurked in every shadow.

"yn, you gotta protect me," he whimpered, his voice trembling with fear as he pressed himself closer to you. With every creak of the floorboards and every distant moan, Jake's grip on your arm tightened, his wide eyes darting nervously around the dimly lit corridors.

At regular intervals, Jake would let out a piercing cry of "Kamjagiya!" that had become his default expression of fear. Each time the words escaped his lips, they echoed through the haunted halls, a testament to Jake's overwhelming sense of terror.

But despite his constant whining and occasional outbursts, Jake proved to be surprisingly helpful in navigating the treacherous terrain of the haunted house. When the group encountered locked doors or hidden passages, Jake was the first to spring into action, his determination to escape driving him forward.

With his strength and agility, Jake helped his companions overcome obstacles and evade potential dangers, his fear temporarily forgotten in the face of a greater challenge. And though his cries of "Kamjagiya!" never ceased, they served as a reminder of the bond that held the group together, even in the darkest of times.

As they finally reached the exit, breathless and exhilarated from their harrowing adventure, Jake let out a sigh of relief, his trembling hands still clutching yours tightly. "I never wanna do that again," he declared, his voice still shaking with residual fear.

SUNGHOON 박성훈 ~

would laugh at you if you scream, trip, or the like.

our nonchalant king, would act the most relaxed (even though he's dying inside)

probably joke around and scare you on purpose

Title: Sunghoon's Masterful Charade

Scenario:

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Sunghoon took it upon himself to lighten the mood. Whenever someone let out a scream or stumbled in the darkness, Sunghoon would burst into laughter, his amusement ringing through the haunted halls.

"Come on, guys, it's not that scary," he would say, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he feigned ignorance to the spine-chilling horrors that surrounded them. "You gotta toughen up!"

But despite his playful facade, Sunghoon couldn't deny the racing of his own heart or the knot of anxiety that coiled in the pit of his stomach. Every creak of the floorboards and every flicker of the dim lights sent a shiver down his spine, his bravado masking the fear that threatened to consume him from within.

In an effort to distract himself from his own mounting terror, Sunghoon would resort to playful antics, jumping out from behind corners or whispering ghostly tales into the ears of his unsuspecting companions. His laughter echoed through the haunted halls, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that surrounded them.

But despite his best efforts to maintain his facade of nonchalance, Sunghoon couldn't shake the sense of unease that lingered just beneath the surface. With each passing moment, the weight of the darkness pressed down upon him, threatening to engulf him in its suffocating embrace.

SUNOO 김선우 ~

your partner in crime, you two would be making the most noise

glued to the hip, never letting one or the other out of each other's sight

but would be the first one to actually find a way to get out of there

"Did you hear that?!" Sunoo's voice would ring out, echoing through the haunted halls as he squeezed your hand tightly. "I swear, if one more thing jumps out at us, I'm outta here!"

Your laughter mingled with his, a cacophony of nervous energy that filled the air as you stumbled through the darkness together. With every unexpected noise or shadow, you would both jump in unison, your screams blending into a chorus of fear.

But despite the chaos that surrounded you, Sunoo remained your steadfast partner in crime, never straying far from your side. With his infectious energy and unwavering support, he helped to ease the tension that gripped your heart, his presence a source of comfort in the midst of the unknown.

"Stick with me, okay?" Sunoo would say, his voice filled with determination as he pulled you closer to him. "We'll get through this together, I promise."

And true to his word, Sunoo was the first to spring into action when a potential escape route presented itself. With a quick glance exchanged between you, he would nod decisively, leading the way as you followed closely behind.

As you finally emerged from the haunted house, breathless and exhilarated from your harrowing adventure, Sunoo let out a triumphant cheer, his infectious laughter ringing through the night air.

"We did it!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with pride as he pulled you into a tight hug. "I told you we'd make it out of there in one piece!"

JUNGWON 양정원 ~

cutie is struggling to keep everyone together and in one place

one of the most helpful ones, trying to find a way out

would remind everyone that everything is going to be okay

Title: Jungwon's Guiding Light

Scenario:

As screams pierced the air and shadows danced along the walls, Jungwon's voice rang out, calm and reassuring. "Hey, guys, let's stick together," he would say, his words a soothing balm to the frayed nerves of his companions. "We'll find a way out of here, I promise."

With each passing moment, Jungwon's determination to keep his friends safe only grew stronger. He took charge, leading the group through the labyrinthine corridors with a steady hand and a guiding light, his unwavering resolve shining through the darkness.

Whenever someone stumbled or faltered, Jungwon was there to offer a helping hand, his gentle encouragement lifting their spirits and spurring them onward. "You're doing great," he would say, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "We're in this together."

Despite the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume them all, Jungwon remained a beacon of hope and optimism, his unwavering belief that everything would be okay serving as a guiding light in the darkest of times. And as they finally emerged from the haunted house, weary but triumphant, Jungwon's smile lit up the night sky, a testament to the strength of his spirit and the power of his unwavering faith.

"We made it," he said, his voice filled with pride as he wrapped his arms around his friends in a tight embrace. "I told you everything would be okay."

NI-KI 西村 力 ~

is scared but won't show it

would tell you or insist you to do the dirty work first before he does it

lowkey enjoy the experience with everyone around

Whenever a task or challenge presented itself, Ni-ki would subtly nudge you forward, insisting that you take the lead before he followed suit. "You got this," he would say, his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in his chest. "I'll be right behind you."

With each passing moment, Ni-ki's resolve only grew stronger. Though he may have been scared, he was determined to face his fears head-on, refusing to let them hold him back. He relished the thrill of the experience, finding solace in the camaraderie of his friends as they faced the unknown together.

As they encountered obstacles and challenges along the way, Ni-ki was quick to offer his assistance, his agile movements and quick thinking proving invaluable to the group's progress. Despite his initial reluctance to take the lead, he proved himself to be a capable and reliable teammate, always willing to lend a helping hand when needed.

In the midst of fear and uncertainty, Ni-ki found himself strangely enjoying the experience, reveling in the adrenaline rush that coursed through his veins with each new challenge they faced. And as they finally emerged from the haunted house, victorious and exhilarated from their harrowing adventure, Ni-ki couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him.

"We did it," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief as he looked around at his companions. "I never would have made it through without you guys."

[sungtny]

꒰📸 "Living young and wild and free"💤💭•₊˚

[hik6ru]

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