The Breaking Point

It Was Never Just Fun (three)

part one

part two

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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!rikix female!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst, suggestive

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words

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riki had never known silence could be this loud.

The kind that rings in your ears. Sits heavy on your chest. Makes you realize just how fucking empty everything feels without the person you love.

And y/n?

She had been his silence for a month now.

No texts. No calls. No second chances.

And the worst part? He knew he had no one to blame but himself.

y/n never thought she’d get over riki.

She thought the ache of missing him would sit in her chest forever, that the ghost of his touch would always linger on her skin.

But then, one day, she woke up, and it didn’t hurt as much.

And that terrified her.

Because it meant she was finally letting go.

And deep down, she didn’t want to.

She just needed a reason to hold on.

But riki never knew how to give her one.

So she forced herself to move on.

Or at least, she tried.

riki didn’t hesitate this time.

Didn’t overthink. Didn’t run. Didn’t let fear keep him from doing the one thing he should’ve done a long time ago.

He showed up at her door, heart pounding, hands clammy, breath shaky.

And then—

He knocked.

Nothing.

He knocked again.

And this time—

The door opened.

y/n stood there, hair messy from sleep, wearing the hoodie he had left at her place months ago.

And fuck, he had never missed someone more.

She blinked at him, slow and unreadable. “riki?”

His throat tightened. “Hey.”

A beat of silence.

Then she exhaled, crossing her arms. “What are you doing here?”

He swallowed hard. “I need to talk to you.”

She stared at him for a long moment. Then—

“riki, don’t—”

“No,” he cut in, voice cracking. “Just—please let me say this.”

She went quiet.

So he took a breath and said everything.

“I fucked up, y/n. I know that. I knew that even before you left. But I was scared. Scared of ruining things. Scared of not being enough for you. Scared of what it would mean if I let myself love you.”

Her breath hitched.

But he wasn’t done.

“I told myself it was just fun. That I could keep you close without really having you. That I could kiss you, touch you, want you—without giving you the one thing you always deserved.”

His voice broke.

“And I was so fucking wrong.”

y/n’s eyes were glossy now, lips slightly parted.

But she still didn’t say anything.

So he took a step closer.

“I love you, y/n,” he said, voice raw. “I have for so long, and I don’t want to be scared anymore.”

Silence.

Then—

“You’re an idiot.”

His heart dropped.

But before he could say anything, y/n moved.

Her hands fisted in his hoodie, yanking him down, and suddenly

She was kissing him.

riki froze for half a second before melting into her, his hands cupping her face, his heart hammering against his ribs.

She pulled away first, her forehead resting against his, her fingers still tangled in his hoodie.

“You took way too long to say that,” she muttered.

His lips twitched, breath shaky. “I know.”

She exhaled. “You’re lucky I love you too.”

His eyes burned. “Yeah?” he whispered

She nodded, her voice softer now. “Yeah.”

riki wasn’t sure how long they stood there, breathing the same air, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing.

But it still didn’t feel close enough.

Not after everything. Not after losing her. Not after spending a month trying to pretend he could exist without her.

He wasn’t running anymore.

So he kissed her again.

Slower this time.

Less desperate. More sure

y/n didn’t hesitate, she melted into him, her hands still curled into his hoodie, pulling him closer.

His fingers ghosted over her waist before gripping her hips, anchoring himself to her. His heartbeat was wild, erratic, but for the first time in weeks his mind wasn’t loud.

It was just her.

The way she sighed against his lips, the way her fingers traced the back of his neck, the way she kissed him like she had been waiting for this too.

She pulled away just enough to whisper “I hate you.”

His lips barely brushed against hers as he murmured, “No, you don’t.”

Her hands slipped under his hoodie, nails dragging lightly over his skin. He shivered.

She smirked. “Okay, I wanted to hate you.”

His jaw clenched. “I know.”

Her expression softened. “You really scared me, riki.”

He exhaled sharply, guilt gnawing at his chest. “I know that too.”

She searched his face, eyes flickering between his, as if trying to find something. “And you’re sure?” she asked, voice quieter now. “You’re not just saying this because you miss me?”

He tightened his grip on her waist, shaking his head. “I’m sure.”

She studied him for another long second.

Then—

“Prove it.”

He swallowed hard. “How?”

y/n’s lips parted, but instead of answering, she tugged him inside.

And riki followed without hesitation.

The door barely shut before Naomi was on him again, kissing him harder, more needy this time.

riki groaned against her lips, hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her, letting her legs wrap around his waist.

Her back hit the wall, a soft gasp slipping out, and something about the sound made riki’s head spin.

Because for the first time, this wasn’t about blurred lines or ignoring feelings.

This wasn’t about pretending it was just fun.

This was real. They were real.

And he was never fucking letting her go again.

The next morning, riki woke up before her.

The sun filtered in through the curtains, casting a golden glow on y/ns bare shoulder, she was still sleeping, her face turned into the pillow, her breathing slow and steady.

And riki just looked at her.

Really looked at her.

And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t scared of what came next.

Because he had already made his choice.

And it was her.

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RIKI MASTERLIST ↴

A Quiet Night In

Just Us, Just Love

The Breaking Point

Unspoken Desires

It Was Never Just Fun

It Was Never Just Fun (2)

It Was Never Just Fun (3)

First Meeting

It Was Never Just Fun

part two

part three

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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!riki x female!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words

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The music inside the party was deafening, the bass rattling through y/n’s chest as she weaved through the crowd. It smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol, bodies pressed together in the dimly lit room, but she didn’t care about any of it. Not when her eyes were locked on him.

Riki was leaning against the bar, laughing at something a girl whispered in his ear. She was close—too close—her manicured nails tracing along the sleeve of his jacket like she had every right to be there. And the worst part? He wasn’t stopping her.

Y/n felt her stomach twist, a sick, ugly feeling clawing at her insides. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching, feeling like an idiot for expecting anything different.

She should have left. Should have turned around and walked right out of the party like none of this mattered. But instead, she grabbed a drink off the nearest table and downed it in one go, ignoring the burn in her throat. She needed something—anything—to drown out the anger rising in her chest.

Because this wasn’t supposed to hurt.

They weren’t supposed to be like this.

They were just messing around—no strings, no feelings. That was the deal. That was what Riki wanted.

So why the fuck did it feel like she was suffocating?

She didn’t wait for him to notice her before she turned on her heel and stormed outside, the cold air slapping her in the face as she stepped onto the empty street.

She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care.

But she did.

And she hated herself for it.

y/n was halfway down the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her, heavy and hurried.

“Y/n—”

She clenched her jaw, her steps quickening. “Don’t.”

“Y/n, stop.”

His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a knife. She let out a bitter laugh but stopped anyway, turning to face him.

Riki stood there, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He looked frustrated—maybe even angry. Like she was the problem. Like she was the one making things complicated.

“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.

She let out a harsh laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”

“Yes, I am.” His voice was lower now, more serious. “You just disappeared. You could’ve at least told me—”

“Told you what, Riki?” she snapped, cutting him off. “That I was sick of standing there, watching you flirt with someone else like I don’t even fucking exist?”

His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she spat. “It’s always like that. Every single time.”

Riki dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “y/n, you knew what this was.”

She laughed again, but this time, it was empty. “Right. No feelings, no expectations. Just fucking and pretending like it means nothing.” She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “But here’s the thing, Riki—I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when I do. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being just another girl you push aside when you get bored.”

His eyes darkened. “That’s not what this is.”

“Then what is it?” she challenged.

He opened his mouth, then closed it.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it?

Riki felt something. She knew he did. It was in the way he kissed her when no one was looking, the way he always pulled her back in after every argument, the way he always found her in a crowded room like he couldn’t help himself.

But he would never say it.

Because if he admitted it, then it would be real. And if it was real, then he couldn’t just walk away when it got too much.

“Say it,” she pushed, her voice trembling now. “Say you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away right now.”

He stared at her, his chest rising and falling, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting some invisible war.

Seconds passed. Then more.

And then he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”

“No, you don’t get it,” she shot back. “You’re scared. You’re so fucking scared of actually feeling something that you’d rather push me away than admit it.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.

And that was all the confirmation she needed.

y/n exhaled, taking a step back. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but she forced herself to meet his gaze one last time.

“I can’t be the only one fighting for this, Riki.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “If you don’t want me, just say it. Say it so I can stop fucking hurting like this.”

Silence.

His lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

Y/n nodded to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s what I thought.”

She turned around and started walking, ignoring the way her vision blurred, ignoring the way her chest ached.

She kept waiting for him to stop her.

But he didn’t.

And that hurt more than anything else ever could.

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It Was Never Just Fun

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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!riki x female!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words

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The music inside the party was deafening, the bass rattling through y/n’s chest as she weaved through the crowd. It smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol, bodies pressed together in the dimly lit room, but she didn’t care about any of it. Not when her eyes were locked on him.

Riki was leaning against the bar, laughing at something a girl whispered in his ear. She was close—too close—her manicured nails tracing along the sleeve of his jacket like she had every right to be there. And the worst part? He wasn’t stopping her.

Y/n felt her stomach twist, a sick, ugly feeling clawing at her insides. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching, feeling like an idiot for expecting anything different.

She should have left. Should have turned around and walked right out of the party like none of this mattered. But instead, she grabbed a drink off the nearest table and downed it in one go, ignoring the burn in her throat. She needed something—anything—to drown out the anger rising in her chest.

Because this wasn’t supposed to hurt.

They weren’t supposed to be like this.

They were just messing around—no strings, no feelings. That was the deal. That was what Riki wanted.

So why the fuck did it feel like she was suffocating?

She didn’t wait for him to notice her before she turned on her heel and stormed outside, the cold air slapping her in the face as she stepped onto the empty street.

She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care.

But she did.

And she hated herself for it.

y/n was halfway down the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her, heavy and hurried.

“Y/n—”

She clenched her jaw, her steps quickening. “Don’t.”

“Y/n, stop.”

His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a knife. She let out a bitter laugh but stopped anyway, turning to face him.

Riki stood there, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He looked frustrated—maybe even angry. Like she was the problem. Like she was the one making things complicated.

“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.

She let out a harsh laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”

“Yes, I am.” His voice was lower now, more serious. “You just disappeared. You could’ve at least told me—”

“Told you what, Riki?” she snapped, cutting him off. “That I was sick of standing there, watching you flirt with someone else like I don’t even fucking exist?”

His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she spat. “It’s always like that. Every single time.”

Riki dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “y/n, you knew what this was.”

She laughed again, but this time, it was empty. “Right. No feelings, no expectations. Just fucking and pretending like it means nothing.” She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “But here’s the thing, Riki—I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when I do. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being just another girl you push aside when you get bored.”

His eyes darkened. “That’s not what this is.”

“Then what is it?” she challenged.

He opened his mouth, then closed it.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it?

Riki felt something. She knew he did. It was in the way he kissed her when no one was looking, the way he always pulled her back in after every argument, the way he always found her in a crowded room like he couldn’t help himself.

But he would never say it.

Because if he admitted it, then it would be real. And if it was real, then he couldn’t just walk away when it got too much.

“Say it,” she pushed, her voice trembling now. “Say you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away right now.”

He stared at her, his chest rising and falling, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting some invisible war.

Seconds passed. Then more.

And then he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”

“No, you don’t get it,” she shot back. “You’re scared. You’re so fucking scared of actually feeling something that you’d rather push me away than admit it.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.

And that was all the confirmation she needed.

y/n exhaled, taking a step back. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but she forced herself to meet his gaze one last time.

“I can’t be the only one fighting for this, Riki.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “If you don’t want me, just say it. Say it so I can stop fucking hurting like this.”

Silence.

His lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

Y/n nodded to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s what I thought.”

She turned around and started walking, ignoring the way her vision blurred, ignoring the way her chest ached.

She kept waiting for him to stop her.

But he didn’t.

And that hurt more than anything else ever could.

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It Was Never Just Fun (three)

part one

part two

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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!rikix female!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst, suggestive

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words

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riki had never known silence could be this loud.

The kind that rings in your ears. Sits heavy on your chest. Makes you realize just how fucking empty everything feels without the person you love.

And y/n?

She had been his silence for a month now.

No texts. No calls. No second chances.

And the worst part? He knew he had no one to blame but himself.

y/n never thought she’d get over riki.

She thought the ache of missing him would sit in her chest forever, that the ghost of his touch would always linger on her skin.

But then, one day, she woke up, and it didn’t hurt as much.

And that terrified her.

Because it meant she was finally letting go.

And deep down, she didn’t want to.

She just needed a reason to hold on.

But riki never knew how to give her one.

So she forced herself to move on.

Or at least, she tried.

riki didn’t hesitate this time.

Didn’t overthink. Didn’t run. Didn’t let fear keep him from doing the one thing he should’ve done a long time ago.

He showed up at her door, heart pounding, hands clammy, breath shaky.

And then—

He knocked.

Nothing.

He knocked again.

And this time—

The door opened.

y/n stood there, hair messy from sleep, wearing the hoodie he had left at her place months ago.

And fuck, he had never missed someone more.

She blinked at him, slow and unreadable. “riki?”

His throat tightened. “Hey.”

A beat of silence.

Then she exhaled, crossing her arms. “What are you doing here?”

He swallowed hard. “I need to talk to you.”

She stared at him for a long moment. Then—

“riki, don’t—”

“No,” he cut in, voice cracking. “Just—please let me say this.”

She went quiet.

So he took a breath and said everything.

“I fucked up, y/n. I know that. I knew that even before you left. But I was scared. Scared of ruining things. Scared of not being enough for you. Scared of what it would mean if I let myself love you.”

Her breath hitched.

But he wasn’t done.

“I told myself it was just fun. That I could keep you close without really having you. That I could kiss you, touch you, want you—without giving you the one thing you always deserved.”

His voice broke.

“And I was so fucking wrong.”

y/n’s eyes were glossy now, lips slightly parted.

But she still didn’t say anything.

So he took a step closer.

“I love you, y/n,” he said, voice raw. “I have for so long, and I don’t want to be scared anymore.”

Silence.

Then—

“You’re an idiot.”

His heart dropped.

But before he could say anything, y/n moved.

Her hands fisted in his hoodie, yanking him down, and suddenly

She was kissing him.

riki froze for half a second before melting into her, his hands cupping her face, his heart hammering against his ribs.

She pulled away first, her forehead resting against his, her fingers still tangled in his hoodie.

“You took way too long to say that,” she muttered.

His lips twitched, breath shaky. “I know.”

She exhaled. “You’re lucky I love you too.”

His eyes burned. “Yeah?” he whispered

She nodded, her voice softer now. “Yeah.”

riki wasn’t sure how long they stood there, breathing the same air, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing.

But it still didn’t feel close enough.

Not after everything. Not after losing her. Not after spending a month trying to pretend he could exist without her.

He wasn’t running anymore.

So he kissed her again.

Slower this time.

Less desperate. More sure

y/n didn’t hesitate, she melted into him, her hands still curled into his hoodie, pulling him closer.

His fingers ghosted over her waist before gripping her hips, anchoring himself to her. His heartbeat was wild, erratic, but for the first time in weeks his mind wasn’t loud.

It was just her.

The way she sighed against his lips, the way her fingers traced the back of his neck, the way she kissed him like she had been waiting for this too.

She pulled away just enough to whisper “I hate you.”

His lips barely brushed against hers as he murmured, “No, you don’t.”

Her hands slipped under his hoodie, nails dragging lightly over his skin. He shivered.

She smirked. “Okay, I wanted to hate you.”

His jaw clenched. “I know.”

Her expression softened. “You really scared me, riki.”

He exhaled sharply, guilt gnawing at his chest. “I know that too.”

She searched his face, eyes flickering between his, as if trying to find something. “And you’re sure?” she asked, voice quieter now. “You’re not just saying this because you miss me?”

He tightened his grip on her waist, shaking his head. “I’m sure.”

She studied him for another long second.

Then—

“Prove it.”

He swallowed hard. “How?”

y/n’s lips parted, but instead of answering, she tugged him inside.

And riki followed without hesitation.

The door barely shut before Naomi was on him again, kissing him harder, more needy this time.

riki groaned against her lips, hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her, letting her legs wrap around his waist.

Her back hit the wall, a soft gasp slipping out, and something about the sound made riki’s head spin.

Because for the first time, this wasn’t about blurred lines or ignoring feelings.

This wasn’t about pretending it was just fun.

This was real. They were real.

And he was never fucking letting her go again.

The next morning, riki woke up before her.

The sun filtered in through the curtains, casting a golden glow on y/ns bare shoulder, she was still sleeping, her face turned into the pillow, her breathing slow and steady.

And riki just looked at her.

Really looked at her.

And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t scared of what came next.

Because he had already made his choice.

And it was her.

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I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU | 리키

PAIRINGS. fwb!riki x reader

GENRE. angst, friends to ???

WARNINGS. swearing, kissing

SYNOPSIS. you didn't know being in a situationship was this complicated, especially when the person you're with it is your bestfriend.

SHO'S NOTE. inspired by my bae's ( @nishikio ) fic “It was never just fun” go check it out :]

YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED A LOVE LIFE, watching the cheesy couples act all lovey-dovey during the love month was an eyesore. only becuase you didn't have one of your own.

well, you kind of had one.

your bestfriend, riki. you wouldn't really call him your lover, it's not really official. you don't even remember how it happened. you both just flirted with one another and it flowed into.. whatever this is.

he'd buy you flowers, call you “baby” or “pretty”, take you out on dates, but he'd also ignore your texts, tease you too much, and just simply be a jerk.

you're lying if you said you didn't actually like him. you did, you really do. but it pains you that you don't even know if he does too, or all of this is just some fun to him.

and it doesn't help that he constantly gives you mixed signals.

KI : hello, pretty

: morning, riki :)

KI : you free after school?

: i think so, yeah. why?

KI : go to a party with me. I'll pick you up at 7.

: see you there <3

[ KI reacted '♡' to your message.]

great, a party. you enjoyed being in some, but you really didn't want to go in a party on the night of valentines, you're positive that the room will just be filled with your friends with their partners.

and well, you can't really call him that.

you spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready, putting on your silky red dress, and a plump pink lipstick. you kept your hair simply by just wearing it down. you made your way over to your living room, the sound of your velvety heels making contact with each step.

not long after your doorbell rang, you opened it as your eyes were met with rikis, his outfit simple yet still giving him the elegant look. his chrome hearts hoodie with his pants.

“good evening, gorgeous.”

you chuckled, “oh don't bait me with flattery. let's go,” he grinned as he took your hand and led you to his car as he drove you both to the party. as you expected, it was filled with lovebirds, some even kissing here and there. others are already wasted.

you both made your way to your friendgroup, they knew you and riki weren't just friends, but they were aware you weren't really something. the night went on with you and riki gulping down a few shots. you weren't much of a big drinker. you were starting to get tipsy.

you and riki were on the corner of the room, absentmindedly observing everyone dance and go out and about. you turned to riki, admiring his features. “you're s'handsome,” he chuckled at your giggly tone. “mmh you're just drunk, pretty.” he held your waist gently, just incase your legs begin to give out. “'m not, your lips are plump too.” you stared into them, the gap between you two ever so close.

fuck it. he pressed his lips onto yours, closing his eyes as he melted onto you, for the very first time. he pulled away slowly, realizing what he just did.

fuck, you've never kissed before. and he did it without your consent. this was you and him's first kiss too.

he wiped his lips, your strawberry flavored lippie still lingering within his.

as the night buried on more, he decided to drive you back home. and afterwards went home to his own apartment.

all he could think about was how wrong it was for him to kiss you. you were drunk, what if you didn't want that at all? plus, in you whole 'relationship' you've never kissed before. he doesn't even know if you truly like him or if this is just some no-strings-attached thing.

whatever it was, he knew the solution was to get rid of his feelings. he hated you, he hated your smile, he hated your laugh, he hated your voice. and most of all, he hated how he didn't even hate you one bit.

the day after that you went to school, looking for him. completely oblivious to what happened the previous night. the only recent memory that was left in your mind was you swallowing lots of alcohol.

you spotted him in his usual spot in the cafeteria, you approached him, but he simply gave you a cold look.

“soo, did you have fun last night?” he hummed. that's it. you sighed. this wasn't new. he would always be sweet & charming one moment, then the next it's like he doesn't want you at all. it annoyed you.

you thought it'd be a pattern, sweet then not, sweet then not. but to your surprise the next couple of days were silent. he didn't approach you, call you pretty, or give you any affection. you were curious. and a little hurt angry. did something happen that night? did you do something wrong?

you were going to talk to him but as you went to where you usually saw him, there he was, standing beside his locker with some girl clinging onto him. she looked at him with heart eyes. and he laughed, smiling with her.

that made your heart break into little pieces. yeah sure, he wasn't your boyfriend, but that 'moments' you have together mean nothing to him? were you really just a pawn?

you watched from afar as you clutched your jacket. you didn't even notice the tears in your eyes. why was he so important to you? worst of all, why him?

you went home that day with a heavy heart pounding in your chest. you barely got any sleep. your mind occupied with the memory of him with that girl.

it shouldn't hurt. but it did.

the next few days, the only view that clouded the school was him and that stupid girl. you see him doing the things he did to you, accompany her, buy her snacks from the caféteria, and just simply be there. each moment hurt more than the last.

the last class of the day finally ended. you went out the classroom, only to be met with the sight of him and the girl, again. you were going to tear your eyes off them, but was distracted when she kisses him.

she kissed him. his first kiss.

your heart shattered, once again. he never did that with you.

your tears formed quickly, you rub your eyes and ran. not knowing riki saw you and followed quickly.

you stormed off the school, your brain mindlessly fogged with that scene. why? why was it so easy for him to replace you?

“___!” you heard him call out, his hand grabbed your fist and turned you around. “please, hear me out-” he pleaded, you yelled, “what? that you suddenly went distant then found a girl better than me?” you wiped your tears, not wanting your eyes to meet his.

“it's not like that!” “then what?” you pulled your wrist out of his grasp, “was I that replaceable to you? I thought we had something- but.. I guess not! you even had your first kiss with he—” he cut you off, “she's not my first kiss, you are!” your eyes widened, in complete disbelief. “h-huh?..” you stared at him.

“look, the night at the party—you were drunk, and you caressed my lips and I wasn't thinking so I just kissed you, and I really fucking wanted to do that for a long time, but I don't even know if you liked me seriously or not, and I swear nothing else happened, but I felt really REALLY bad because I just kissed you even if I didn't know if you want to- and I was so in pain because I like you a lot, and I wanted it to go away, so I pretended to like this girl who liked me and she sucks, and then she suddenly kissed me and I wanted nothing but to reel your lips again, because I hate you so much and I hate that I love you, but really I don't!”

he flipped his hair, sighing. “and I completely understand if you don't feel the sa—” you cut him off, pulling him by his collar and pressing your lips against his. for a moment, he freezes. but he soon melts into your lips, kissing you back, just like the first time.

“I.. that was..” he panted, breathless.

“I love you, pretty. I mean it.” you hugged him. and his hands wrapped around your waist, he kissed your forehead. you giggled. “I love you too,”

“you promise?”

“pinky promise.”

⩩ ( @nishikio , @stvrriki ) ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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can you write smthng about idol ni-ki with bubbly s/o??

like she is a pink cute type of girl and ni-ki is the complete opppsite and they meet the boys for dah first time 😆

Sweetest Contrast

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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: idolbf!riki x bubblygf!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none

—hello anon! Thank you for your request <3

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Riki wasn’t nervous. He refused to be.

But as he stood outside enhypen’s dorm, hands buried deep in his pockets, he found himself exhaling a little too sharply rolling his shoulders as if to shake off an invisible weight.

It wasn’t that he feared his members wouldn’t like you, that was never a concern. If anything, they would like you too much. You had that effect on people—an effortless warmth, a presence that softened the edges of a room the moment you entered. Everything about you was warm, effortlessly charming, the kind of person who drew others in without even trying. He had seen it firsthand—how people softened in your presence, how even strangers seemed to linger a little longer in conversation with you.

And that’s what worried him

“They’re going to love you” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “A little too much, honestly.”

You turned to him, head tilting slightly, amusement dancing in your eyes. “And why is that a bad thing?”

“Because” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Before you could reply, the door swung open.

“There he is!” Jake greeted, leaning casually against the doorframe, his gaze flickered to you, and almost immediately, his brows lifted in surprise. His mouth parted slightly before curving into a grin. “and… wow. Hi.”

You offered a polite yet bright smile, shifting slightly closer to your boyfriend. “hi! It’s really nice to meet you.”

Jake hesitated for a beat before turning into the dorm. “Guys, Ni-ki brought someone—”

Riki groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh my god.”

You nudged him playfully, barely suppressing a laugh. “Told you this would be fun.”

Footsteps echoed down the hall as the rest of the members appeared one by one. jungwon approached first, his ever-leaderly composure intact, though curiosity gleamed in his eyes “hi, im jungwon” he said, offering a small smile. “we finally met you!”

“He speaks highly of us, right?” Heeseung quipped, leaning casually against the wall with an amused smirk.

Before Riki could shoot back a sarcastic remark, your soft laughter cut through. “Of course,” you said, nodding. “He talks about you all the time.”

Jay came up eager to see y/n’s presense, his lips curling into an amused smirk. “So, this is the girl who puts up with riki.”

You laughed softly, glancing at riki. “He’s not that bad.”

Sunghoon raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You sure?”

Riki huffed, shooting him a look “I’m right here, you know.”

Before anyone could add another remark, Sunoo stepped forward, eyes briefly scanning your outfit before landing on your nails. “You have really nice style,” he smiled making his eyes twinkle, tilting his head slightly. “The pink suits you.”

Your face lit up. “Thank you! I actually did my nails myself.”

Sunoo’s brows lifted in interest. “Really? That’s impressive. I tried once but got bored halfway through.”

You chuckled. “It takes patience, ki wouldn’t even let me try on him.”

riki scoffed. “Because you picked the brightest pink possible.”

Sunoo smirked. “Yeah… I get why he bailed.”

Laughter rippled through the group as the tension seamlessly melted away. The ease with which you engaged with them, the way you carried the conversation with natural warmth did not go unnoticed. It wasn’t just that they liked you—it was the way you effortlessly blended into the space, as if you’d always been there.

And predictably, the teasing began

“She’s cute” Jay remarked, crossing his arms as he studied riki with a smirk. “Like… really cute.”

Sunghoon nodded in agreement. “I feel like you’re the one who got adopted into her world, not the other way around.”

riki exhaled sharply, shaking his head as his ears tinged a faint shade of red “You guys are the worst.”

His gaze drifted back to you—still bright, still warm, already blending into his world so naturally it was almost hard to believe you hadn’t been there all along.

And suddenly, the teasing didn’t matter so much.

Because, for the first time that day…he realized something

He didn’t just want you to fit into his world.

He wanted to stay in yours, too.

He had spent the entire day dreading this moment, expecting relentless teasing and secondhand embarrassment. And sure, there would be no shortage of that. But watching you laugh, effortlessly fitting in, he felt something settle in his chest—something warm, something right.

Yes, you were his opposite in every way. But somehow, you made everything feel a little lighter. A little warmer.

And despite himself, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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im sobbing I love them; you did so well 💌

Unspoken Desires

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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: riki x female!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: suggestive, angst?

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none

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riki didn’t know why he was still standing at the edge of her apartment complex, hands shoved deep into his pockets, heart hammering like a drum in his chest.

He had walked away, hadn’t he?

He had left.

He had told himself that was it.

But now, with every step he took away from her, he realized just how wrong he was.

He couldn’t forget her.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she felt against him, how she tasted, how the world had melted away the second their lips collided.

He was hungry for her.

His body craved her, ached for her. And he couldn’t escape the gnawing feeling that corrupted him

y/n had just finished dealing with errands, her body tired and sore, when she heard the knock at her door. It was a familiar sound, but this time it made her heart skip a beat.

She stood still for a moment, unsure, her mind racing. She hadn’t expected him. Not now. Not after everything.

But the knock came again, more urgent this time.

Slowly, she moved toward the door, her hand resting on the doorknob. She hesitated for a moment, her breath catching. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to face him after everything they’d been through?

She exhaled shakily, steeling herself.

With a deep breath, she opened the door.

riki stood there, his eyes searching hers. There was no anger in them, no bitterness—just something raw, something he couldn’t hide. His face softened when their eyes met, but neither of them said anything at first.

y/n could see the conflict in his gaze. The same ache she had felt. And in that moment, something inside her broke, the walls she had carefully built around her heart cracking just enough to let him in.

She stepped back, silently inviting him in. She didn’t need to say anything. The door was open, and so was she.

riki took a hesitant step forward, the weight of his own emotions making each movement feel like a thousand pound burden. He crossed the threshold, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

It was as if the simple act of being in the same space again had already begun to fill the gaps that had been left in their lives.

Without a word, y/n closed the door behind him. They stood there for a beat, the air between them thick with unspoken thoughts but y/n could feel the familiar pull toward him, the one that had never really disappeared.

The moment stretched, thick with tension, as riki’s lips brushed against y/n’s skin. Every kiss, every touch, every move made his body ache for more

Her hands slid up his chest, fingers trembling as she gripped his shirt, tugging it off with desperate urgency. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he followed suit, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing the bare skin he’d missed more than he could admit.

He could feel her pulse racing beneath his fingertips, just like his own. They were moving in sync, a rhythm they had never lost, even after the distance, even after the time apart.

y/n’s eyes locked with his—dark, heated, full of need—and in that instant, riki knew there was no turning back. They were both too far gone to stop.

“Tell me you still want me,” y/n whispered, her voice a breathless plea.

riki didn’t think twice. He crashed his lips against hers, his hands roaming down her body as if he were memorizing the feel of her.

“More than anything,” he muttered between kisses. His voice was thick, heavy with desire. “I never stopped wanting you.”

y/n’s hands slid down his back, pulling him even closer, if that was possible. Her body pressed against his, and riki could feel every curve of her, every inch of her.

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

All he could do was feel.

Her lips parted for him, and he took the invitation, deepening the kiss, pushing her against the bed. He could hear the sound of her breath hitching, feel the way she arched against him, desperate for more.

“Riki…” Her voice trembled, fingers now working at the waistband of his pants.

He groaned, pulling away just long enough to look at her. The hunger in her eyes mirrored his own, and for a split second, he almost lost himself in it.

“y/n…” His voice was strained, barely a whisper. “Are you sure?”

Her answer came in the form of a fierce kiss, one that stole his breath and made his mind spin. She didn’t pull away. Didn’t hesitate. She wanted him.

And that was all the confirmation he needed.

He kissed her again, his hands trailing down her sides, urging her to move with him. Every inch of her body was like fire, like something he could never extinguish, something he would never be able to walk away from again.

They didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop. It was like they were racing against time, against their own resolve, against whatever might come next.

The world outside didn’t exist.

There was only y/n.

And there was only riki.

And they were completely, utterly lost in each other.

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