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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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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

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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

Just Us, Just Love

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

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff fluff fluff, established relationship

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none

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It was one of those nights—no schedules, no calls, no cameras. Just them.

y/n was curled up in the corner of the couch, scrolling through her phone, still in riki’s hoodie, the sleeves swallowing her hands. The fabric was warm from his body heat, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the threads, making her feel safe. Riki, on the other hand, was stretched out beside her, long legs sprawled over the cushions, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch.

They had been quiet for a while, just existing in each other’s space, but riki wasn’t the type to sit still for long.

“You’re too far,” he mumbled, his voice low and slightly raspy from exhaustion.

y/n barely glanced up. “I’m literally right next to you.”

riki, unimpressed with her response, reached out, fingers brushing over the hem of the hoodie she wore. In one swift motion, he tugged her closer, effortlessly pulling her into his lap.

“Riki!” she yelped, but he only smirked, tightening his arms around her waist so she couldn’t escape.

“This is better,” he murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice was softer now, as if the world outside their apartment didn’t exist—just the warmth of her pressed against him.

Y/n sighed, but she didn’t fight him. Instead, she let herself relax against his chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over his arm.

riki hummed, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck,y/n shivered at the feeling, warmth creeping up her spine.

riki, pulling back slightly so he could look at her. His eyes were laced with something unspoken, something soft. His fingers found her cheek, tracing along her jaw before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Y/n just stared at him, taking in the way his gaze flickered over her face—her eyes, her nose, the curve of her lips.

“What?” she asked, voice quieter now.

riki tilted his head, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Nothing. Just thinking about how pretty you are.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but the way her fingers curled into his hoodie betrayed her. “You always say that.”

“And I’ll keep saying it.”

He leaned in then, pressing his lips against her temple, then her cheek, then just below her ear, where she was most sensitive. She felt his smirk against her skin when she squirmed.

“Riki,” she warned.

“What?” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. “I’m just appreciating my girlfriend. Is that a crime?”

Y/n bit back a smile, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “If it was, you’d be in jail by now.”

riki chuckled, but his grip on her waist tightened, his fingers slipping beneath the hoodie to rest against her skin. She felt the warmth of his hands, his touch grounding, familiar.

“Stay like this for a while,” he said, more serious now.

y/n softened. “Okay.”

And so they stayed. Wrapped up in each other, warmth shared in the quiet of the night. It was the kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures or spoken confessions—it was just them. Just love.

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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ahhh it’s finally overr the ending was supposed to be wayyyy different but I switched it up last second, I hope you guys liked it!!

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Your theme is so cute! Love the posts so far!

ahhh thank you so much moot <3 that makes me so happy! I’m glad your enjoying it!

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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Hey sweet mimi <3 how’s your day? Have you made your own matcha yet or you’re still afraid of trying? JK i hope you’re having a good day. Sending lots of hugs <3

hi angel!! My day was pretty good I hope you’re doing okay🫶🏼🫶🏼 PLEASEE I NEED TO START LEARNING HOW TO MAKE MATCHAAA but for now I’m just wasting my money every morning because I’m too lazy anyways love you moot <33

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