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⋆｡°✩ tfw your distance closes in...

tfw... | nishimura riki x male!reader

pairing: niki x male!reader genre: fluff word count: 1.5k warnings: drinking but not too deep okay its just they're very drunk

Is it really okay to admire someone from a distance? Or do you take the chance to take a step forward and inch closer towards them?

“Ni-ki!” A loud voice echoed through the bustling streets, where pedestrians strolled and cars zipped by.

The young boy sighed, turning his body towards the source of the call, setting down his trusty broomstick and pan. “Can you lower your voice, man?”

“I was calling you for the tenth time, man!”

“For what?”

“Did you get the mechanic? I need them right now. The damn faucet is leaking over here.”

Ni-ki scratched his head, placing the items he held aside. “I’ll call them up.”

As he ambled towards the store, he bumped into someone, causing the stranger to drop their belongings onto the pavement.

“Aish, sorry!” the guy blurted out, frantically picking up his things.

“It’s okay, I got you,” Ni-ki replied, glancing at the other guy.

In that moment, Ni-ki realized he had made a fatal mistake. Though the morning sun shone bright, casting an appealing glow over the guy, Ni-ki could see that he looked utterly disheveled. His messy hair and glistening forehead gave him an oddly captivating aura.

As Ni-ki’s gaze flickered down to the guy’s neck, he quickly turned away, his heart racing. What was happening to him? Was he under some kind of spell? Why was a simple office worker affecting him like this?

Lost in thought, Ni-ki watched as the guy reached for a fine orange that had rolled to his feet. Instinctively, Ni-ki grabbed the guy's wrist just as he was about to pick it up.

Their eyes met, and an unexplainable connection sparked between them.

“I... I was just going to—”

“Oh! Sorry!” Ni-ki exclaimed, realizing the intensity of the moment. He quickly withdrew his hand, but the other guy seized the chance to grab the orange before standing up and awkwardly bowing.

“Really sorry!” he smiled, his demeanor betraying a hint of embarrassment. Ni-ki couldn’t help but laugh internally, charmed by the guy’s unintended cuteness. The stranger then hurried out of the convenience store, leaving Ni-ki staring after him, still feeling the warmth of their brief connection.

Ni-ki stood frozen, thoughts racing in his mind. Why couldn’t he shake the guy from his thoughts? Why did it feel so unsettling yet exhilarating? Why was his chest tightening with something he couldn’t quite place?

“Hey!” A familiar booming voice jolted him back to reality, plus a hard-hitting chop to his nape got him.

“Yah! What was that for?” Ni-ki snapped, a bit disoriented.

“Can’t your sister hit you, huh?” the voice, unmistakably his sister’s, called again. “Spacing out on the job?”

“No…” he protested weakly.

“Whatever.” She sighed. “By the way, Dad needs you early at the studio today.”

Ni-ki's head shot up. “Help?”

“Just get there before lunch; he needs people today.”

He nodded and removed his working apron, still unable to shake off thoughts of the guy he had just met. The memory lingered, making it hard to focus.

Ni-ki was a diligent son, juggling his responsibilities at his sister's convenience store, attending an arts college, and coaching at his father's dance studio. Yet, despite all his hard work, love had always eluded him.

He wasn’t one to engage in social gatherings, and his quiet demeanor didn’t help. Though he enjoyed the attention from friends and admirers, he often felt isolated when it came to matters of the heart.

The prospect of cherishing someone, of satisfying someone he adored, was a beautiful thought. But it felt safer to admire from afar, to appreciate the joy in seeing them live their life happily, without imposing himself on them.

As he got home late from the studio, he found himself contemplating whether it would be okay to stop by your workplace. He knew you always and most often leave work so late at night. Just a quick glance couldn't hurt, he thought.

For months now, he would go on and on inside his head about how he should approach this, but he can only do so much thinking when it involves you.

Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to stay at a safe distance, he found his feet leading him toward you. There he stood at the bottom of your office building, admiring the view from down below.

As he moved to the side, he noticed you exiting the fancy establishment. He walked idly, contemplating where you were headed. Since you lived in the same area, it wouldn’t hurt to hitch a bus ride with you, he reasoned.

But then he saw you late at night, making your way to a bar. The generic-sounding name on the sign did little to impress him. Stepping inside with hesitation, Ni-ki made his way to follow you.

There, he observed you interacting with a guy. As he sat in the corner, trying to avoid the gazes of others, he felt a mix of annoyance and jealousy stirring within him.

But those feelings were unexplainable, so he kept them buried deep inside. Watching you get drunk was amusing, and he couldn’t help but laugh at your clumsiness, which brought him unexpected joy.

However, as the night wore on, the atmosphere between you and the guy grew increasingly tense. Ni-ki felt compelled to keep watch over you, having no idea who this guy was and what his intentions might be.

Moments later, Ni-ki spotted the guy approaching you inappropriately while you were clearly intoxicated. This fueled something inside him. Rage boiled as his feet moved on their own.

“Hey! You bastard!” he shouted, throwing a punch that sent the guy sprawling to the ground. The impact echoed through the alley, drawing the attention of a few nearby passersby.

The guy quickly scrambled to his feet, eyes wide with shock and fury. “Who the hell?” he snarled, wiping blood from his lip.

Ni-ki didn’t hesitate, charging forward with renewed determination. “Get away from him!” He landed another punch, this time connecting with the guy’s jaw, sending him staggering back again.

The guy swung wildly, trying to retaliate, but Ni-ki was quick on his feet. He dodged to the side and countered with a sharp kick to the guy’s side, causing him to double over. “Try that shit with me, I dare you!” he shouted, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

The fight intensified, with Ni-ki darting around his opponent, throwing punches and dodging blows with a fierce intensity he didn’t know he possessed. Each strike felt like a declaration of his resolve to protect you, to be there for you in your moment of need.

“Pretty boy, can’t wait for the prize, huh?” the guy taunted, regaining his footing.

Ni-ki’s brow furrowed in anger. “You pig!” He charged forward again, landing another solid punch that sent the guy crashing into a stack of crates. With a primal instinct to protect, he followed up with a flurry of punches, each one fueled by a mix of anger and determination.

Finally, after a series of blows, the guy collapsed, groaning in defeat. Ni-ki stood over him, panting heavily, fists still clenched, ready for any further aggression. But the guy lay still, defeated and unable to rise.

Breathing heavily, Ni-ki turned his attention back to you, who was still sitting on a pile of cardboard boxes, looking dazed. As he approached, he felt a wave of flustered concern wash over him. You were clearly drunk, your eyes glassy and unfocused, and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ni-ki crouched down beside you, his heart racing as he took in your state. “You’re… you’re really drunk,” he said, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice.

You blinked slowly, trying to process his words. "Mmh..fine…” you slurred, but the way your head lolled to the side told him otherwise.

Ni-ki’s heart raced as he reached out, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. “No, you’re not. You need to rest.” He took a deep breath, steeling himself. “Let me help you.”

Carefully, he slipped an arm under your shoulders and the other beneath your knees, lifting you gently. Your weight felt surprisingly comforting against him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over him.

“...oohhh?” you murmured, your voice soft and slightly confused.

“Just relax, I’ve got you,” he replied, trying to sound steady despite the fluttering in his chest. As he adjusted his grip, you nestled your head against his shoulder, and he felt a rush of warmth spread through him.

“Why ...arhm ... you help..ing ... me..?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Because… I couldn’t just leave you,” he admitted, a hint of shyness creeping into his tone. “You deserve better than this.”

He carried you through the alley, heart racing not just from the exertion, but from the closeness between you. He felt a mix of protectiveness and admiration, something he had never experienced so intensely before.

“Where are you going?” he asked as you rummaged through his room, searching for something.

“My phone! My bag!” you exclaimed, a hint of panic in your voice.

“What?” Ni-ki tilted his head, confusion written across his face. “You never had one.”

You froze, realizing you must've left it at the bar.

“Ugh…” You slumped into the nearest chair, messing up your hair in irritation. “I’m late for work!!!”

Ni-ki let out a light, airy laugh, the kind that made your heart skip a beat.

“Why are yo—”

“It’s Sunday today,” he replied, beaming.

Suddenly, it clicked. Your mouth dropped in realization, relief flooding over you.

“Oh…” you said softly. “Oh my god.”

Ni-ki laughed again this time with a bit of a more deep cadence, yet still an airy tone of amusement toward you.

Ahhh its here! Ni-ki won't let you catch no stray 🙈💙 My Masterlist!

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⋆｡°✩ [jay, jake] cat things, dog things

meet your ex, jake, and the bane of his existence, jay, your current bf.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ pairing/s — park jongseong x male!reader + sim jaeyun x male!reader

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ tags — male reader, your chaotic ex bf vs. your nonchalant current bf, texting, fluff, random content, innuendos

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ warning + notes — use of male pronouns, implied exes w/jake, implied current realation w/ jay, swear words, innuendos, author's interpretation of the people in this fic might not reflect them irl

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ u got texts : the full masterlist (revamped and reorganized)

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EN—D

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ kai's notes — RAWRRRRR how are you guys doing asfjhjfas i've just been sittingon this concept but it DOES work ... sulky ex jake and bratty current bf jay just rubs that one spot on my back like mmmmm i want some of THAT

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⋆｡°✩ a quick convo with your bf ni-ki

u got texts // drabbles | nishimura riki x male!reader

pairing: ni-ki x male!reader

genre: fluff

notes: just wanted to write this down because i was bombarded with ni-ki memes in my pinterest ... i love his expressive face sm 😭

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cutie HDSAJFHUASFAS hope you guys enjoyed it! please like, comment, or reblog~

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made by writhyv.

he's making me melt what the fuck is that hongkong boraeneul tongue technology 😭😭😭

⋆｡°✩ foamin' at the mouth

rushing to meet your ends and accumulating bills on top of other bills, your bestfriend sunghoon recommends you to his sister's cafe for a job that pays pretty well. between slinging lattes and bantering over burnt pastries, life feels somewhat manageable — until he walks in — a sharply dressed handsome stranger with such a tailored charm built for disarming smiles. your veins ignite like its struck with a triple espresso shot, heart drumming faster than the café’s indie playlist. suddenly, your tending apron feels like a straitjacket, and every customer except him blurs into static. how do you explain this dizzying pull?

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ pairing — park jongseong x male!reader

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ tags — male reader, jay x reader, smau / texting, strangers to lovers, cafe worker!reader, love at first sight, mostly fluff, more to come!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ warning + notes — use of male pronouns, has some implied relationships, swear words, innuendos, author's interpretation of the people in this fic might not reflect them irl, story update lengths may vary~

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ got me shakin' : the full masterlist

You sighed as you pushed open the door, the hinges creaking faintly in protest. "Ugh, they really left it open," you muttered under your breath, stepping inside. The air was still, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant chirping of birds outside. Morning light streamed through the large windows, casting long golden streaks across the wooden floors.

Cupid’s Lil’ Cup was a small, charming place—bohemian tapestries draped over cozy armchairs, potted plants lining the shelves, and the rich scent of coffee beans lingering in the air. It was the kind of café people visited to escape, to lose themselves in a book or a quiet conversation.

You tightened the strings of your brown apron, rolling your shoulders back. "Let's do this," you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else.

The boxes of supplies near the entrance weren’t heavy, but they were awkward, and you grunted as you hauled them behind the counter. Setting them down with a thud, you took a moment to admire the café’s interior—the way the sunlight hit the polished counter, the way the rustic wooden beams contrasted with the delicate fairy lights strung overhead.

It was peaceful here.

Too peaceful, sometimes.

You pulled out your sketchbook from your bag, flipping to a half-finished drawing—a rough sketch of a cityscape, buildings stretching toward the sky. The pencil felt familiar in your fingers, the scratch of graphite against paper a comforting rhythm.

For a while, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the soft drag of lead.

Then, the first customers arrived.

The morning rush was steady but manageable—a few regulars nodding at you in greeting, tourists squinting at the menu, the occasional student burying their nose in a laptop. You worked on autopilot, smiling politely, taking orders, making change.

Routine. Predictable. Safe.

Until the chime above the door rang again.

And the world stopped.

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You didn’t look up at first, too busy wiping down the espresso machine.

Then you felt it—the shift in the air, the way the room seemed to hold its breath.

Your head lifted slowly.

And there he was.

Tall, unfairly handsome, dressed in all black—a sleek turtleneck hugging broad shoulders, tailored trousers, boots that looked like they cost more than your rent. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d run a hand through it one too many times.

But his eyes.

Deep, dark, intense. They flickered over the menu, then landed on you.

Your fingers twitched around the cloth in your hand.

"Hi," he said.

Oh.

His voice was smooth, deep, with a warmth that curled around you like smoke.

You swallowed. Hard.

"Uh—" Your brain short-circuited. "W-what will you take?"

A faint smirk tugged at his lips, like he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on you.

"Hmm." He tilted his head slightly, scanning the menu behind you. "One Matcha Cream Blend Frappuccino, no caramel drizzle, extra whipped cream. Large."

You nodded quickly, punching it into the register before your hands could betray you further. "Sure thing." You forced yourself to sound professional, though your voice came out a little breathless. "Anything else, sir?"

He turned as if to leave, then paused, glancing back.

"Actually… some pastry will do too."

"Of course!" You gestured to the display case. "We have croissants, danishes, muffins—"

"Surprise me."

Your mouth went dry.

He was smiling now—a slow, devastating thing that made your stomach flip. "I’ll trust you on this one."

Then, before you could react, he leaned in slightly, close enough that you could smell his cologne—something rich and woodsy, with a hint of spice. His gaze dropped to your name tag.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you hear him pronounce your name.

He straightened, eyes locking onto yours again. "Hopefully, I finally get something real nice."

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You moved on autopilot, hands shaking just enough to make the whipped cream dispenser wobble. Get it together, you scolded yourself. He’s just a customer.

But then—

The sharp line of his jaw, the way his fingers tapped idly against the counter, even the faint mark he was sporting on his neck.

Recognition hit you like a freight train.

Park Jongseong. Jay himself.

The actor. That one memorable lead from 'Television Chronicles', and the new drama 'The Legacy' already has half the country obsessed even before it comes out. The one whose face was plastered on billboards and magazine covers all over town right now.

And he was here.

In your tiny café.

Talking to you.

You nearly dropped the cup.

Somehow, you managed to finish his order without setting anything on fire, arranging the pastry carefully on a plate with a dusting of powdered sugar. When you slid it toward him, his eyes lit up.

"Wow." He picked up his phone, snapping a quick photo. "This looks amazing."

Your face burned. "It’s—uh—just a regular blueberry croissant."

"It’s art," he corrected, tilting the screen toward you. "Look at the presentation. You’ve got an eye for this."

You barely registered his words, too distracted by the way the sunlight caught his features—the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the faint dimple when he smiled.

He was even more breathtaking in person.

Jay tapped at his phone again. "Mind if I tag you? This deserves credit."

Your heart lurched. "No!"

The word came out too loud, too sharp.

Jay blinked, startled.

Before you could do anything, your hand had already shot out, fingers brushing his wrist.

Time froze.

His skin was warm under your touch, his pulse steady against your fingertips. His dark eyes locked onto yours, and for a heartbeat, neither of you moved. The air between you crackled with something electric, something alive.

Then reality crashed back in.

You yanked your hand away like you’d been burned. "S-sorry. I just—I don’t… do social media."

Jay studied you for a long second, expression unreadable. Then, slowly, his lips curved into that same devastating smile.

"Alright. No tag." He pocketed his phone, picking up his drink. "Guess I’ll just have to come back from time to time to enjoy just how good your stuff is right here, hmm?"

Your breath caught.

He winked—winked—before turning and walking away, leaving you standing there, heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

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The rest of your shift passed in a blur. Jake and Sunghoon really had something important to do that they never even bothered to show up in person even in your own group chat. Every time the door chimed, your head snapped up, half-expecting—half-hoping—to see him again.

But he didn’t return.

It wasn’t until you were locking up that you noticed it—an almost neatly sneaked receipt still on the counter's edges, bearing a familiar name scribbled in neat handwriting at the bottom.

And a phone number, plus a single word beneath it:

"Call me."

Your knees nearly gave out.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ kai's notes — HOW ARE WE DOING GANGGGG hopefully this suffices my almost month of being dumped and stuck in uni workkkkk!! happy to just give you guys a story so let me know if you're excited for the next drop!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ story taglist — @kaiyunsim @parkalex21 @nootnootpinguuu @gnusihcom @acidangel-fromasia

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ can i join the taglist? — sure! i do frequent posts and updates so just be warned! leave a reply on any posts and i'll add ya in the future updates, much love~ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ got me shakin' : the full masterlist

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