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───── WARMING MY HEART 박성훈 P. SH ⭑.ᐟ

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ when he has you to not only warm his hands but also his heart ｡｡ ɪᴄᴇ ꜱᴋᴀᴛᴇʀ ʙꜰ!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 0840 + / kissing, skinship, petnames, hes a softie TT ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

the rink was always freezing, the kind of cold that bit right through your clothes and left your fingertips stiff. you’d think you’d hate it by now, but you never really did because for you, the rink meant sunghoon.

it meant watching him skate, seeing that concentrated look on his face melt into something soft the second his eyes found you. it meant that quiet moment at the end of every session where he’d come to you, cheeks pink from the chill, looking for his own personal heater. except today, you were late.

normally you were there before him, sitting in your usual spot on the bleachers with a warm drink in your hands, waving at him while he tied his skates.

you loved being there early enough to watch him warm up, to see the way his body loosened into those familiar movements. but today, your bus ran late, and you were rushing through the entrance with your scarf barely wrapped right, breath puffing in the frosty air.

he was already mid routine when you arrived, blades cutting cleanly across the ice, every movement sharp and graceful. you could tell from the way his shoulders were set that he was fully focused, the rest of the world tuned out. so you slipped quietly into your usual seat, not wanting to interrupt. still, your eyes never left him. he looked too beautiful gliding across the rink, the overhead lights catching in his hair.

when the music finally stopped, he slowed to a neat stop near the center of the rink, breathing a little heavier. as he straightened up, his gaze automatically scanned the stands, searching for you like it was just part of the routine and then he saw you.

his entire expression changed. focused one second, smiling like he’d just seen the sun. “baby,” he whispered under his breath, the word curling with relief.

without hesitation, he skated over to the edge, stepping off onto the rubber mat with quick movements. his gloves were off in seconds, one stuffed into his pocket and the other half hanging as he reached for you.

“you’re late, pretty,” he said softly, but there was no bite to it. only the smallest pout, like he’d been counting down the seconds until you got there.

“i know, i’m sorry. the bus was slow.” you barely got the words out before his cold hands slid into yours, making you gasp at the chill.

“gosh, you’re warm,” he murmured, already curling his fingers around yours like they belonged there. he gave your hands a few gentle squeezes before lifting them closer to his mouth, blowing warm air over them and nuzzling his face into your palms for a moment like a cat seeking attention.

you laughed, brushing your thumbs over the backs of his hands. “you always get so cold.” he didn’t answer, just stepped into your space, his arms slipping around your waist and pulling you close until there was no gap left between you.

you could still feel the icy fabric of his jacket, but his entire frame seemed to sag against you like he’d been holding himself up all morning and could finally rest.

his head dropped to your shoulder, nose brushing your scarf before he buried his face against your neck. “mm…better,” he sighed, voice quiet and content. you felt him take a deep breath there, like your scent was warming him as much as your body heat.

your hands slid up to rest between his shoulder blades, rubbing slow circles. “you could’ve worn thicker gloves, you know.”

“no,” he mumbled against your neck, shaking his head slightly. “nothing’s warmer than my girl.” your heart melted instantly. “you’re so silly,” you whispered fondly, but he just tightened his hold on you in response.

after a moment, he pulled back enough to look at you, hair slightly damp from the ice, eyes soft in that way that always made you lose your breath. without a word, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, lingering there, then another to the corner of your mouth before finally capturing your lips in a slow, unhurried kiss that sent warmth blooming through your chest.

when he pulled away, he didn’t go far. just stayed close, his forehead resting against yours. “don’t be late next time,” he said, but there was a tiny smile tugging at his lips, ruining the attempt at seriousness. “i’ll try,” you promised, brushing a few stray strands of hair off his forehead.

he hummed in approval, then immediately folded himself back into you, resting his chin on your shoulder like he wasn’t ready to let go yet. “you’re staying until i’m done, baby,” he murmured, voice low but sure. “and after…maybe hot chocolate, with extra marshmallows, the way you make it.” you smiled into his shoulder, your arms tightening around him. “deal.”

with that, he held you like he wasn’t planning to let go anytime soon because for sunghoon, no matter how well he skated that day, warming up in your arms would always be the best part.

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[amoressb]

hiii! just wondering if we could be moots?

hiii, yess ofc we can be moots !!

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───── IN YOUR ARMS 양정원 Y. JW ⭑.ᐟ

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you end up asleep in jungwons lap keeping you warm and comfortable ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1160 + / skinship, petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

sixth period was barely even a class. it’s more like a placeholder for studying, or pretending to and on rainy afternoons like this one, no one was really trying. not when the sky was heavy and gray, and the warm, low hum of the classroom lights made everyone feel just as slow.

you find jungwon waiting for you in the back corner of the study room, the spot you two always claimed. his blazer’s folded neatly over the back of his chair, his hair a little messy from rushing through the rain. there’s an extra bubble tea on the table, condensation running down the sides, and when he sees you come in, his whole face lights up.

“hey,” he says softly, already reaching for your bag like it’s second nature.

“hey,” you murmur, stepping out of your shoes and sinking down beside him with a sigh. the moment your head rests against his shoulder, the exhaustion catches up with you all at once.

“you okay?” jungwon asks, already reading your tired eyes. you nod, barely. “just didn’t sleep much.”

“history test?”

“mhm.” he doesn’t push. just shifts a little so you’re closer, his body a warm, steady presence beside yours. “come here,” he whispers after a beat, gently tugging you so your head lands in his lap.

he pats his thigh softly, as if to say this spot’s yours. you glance up at him with a tired little smile. “are you sure?” he smiles back, brushing some hair from your face. “always.”

you curl up without another word and he reaches for his blazer, draping it over you like a blanket. his hands move with care, tucking the fabric around your shoulders, pulling it gently down so you’re fully covered. then, one hand finds its way into your hair, the other slowly rubbing your arm through the thick material of his uniform jacket.

his thumb makes slow, soft circles just below your shoulder, and with each pass of his fingers through your hair, the weight in your chest gets a little lighter. you don’t mean to fall asleep but you did, wrapped in warmth, your face pressed gently into his thigh, surrounded by the quiet rhythm of jungwon just…being there.

you don’t even notice when sunoo walks in. “hey,” he says, keeping his voice low as he enters the room with two bubble teas in hand. jungwon looks up and nods. “hey.”

sunoo walks over, placing one of the drinks on the table. he glances down at you, curled up under jungwons blazer, breathing soft and even.

“is she asleep?” jungwon nods, one hand still petting your hair with lazy affection. “she was up late studying. she fell asleep like ten minutes after getting here.”

sunoo chuckles and sinks into the chair across from him. “you’re really something, you know?” jungwon raises a brow. “what?”

“you. i mean,” sunoo gestures vaguely at the scene. “you’re just sitting here like a human pillow slash boyfriend of the year. she looks like she’s in a dream.”

jungwon laughs under his breath. “you say that like it’s hard but it’s really not. i like being her pillow.”

sunoo grins. “i’m just saying, not everyone’s built like that. most people would’ve nudged her awake by now or started twitching from sitting too long.”

jungwon shrugs, one hand still moving lazily through your hair. “it’s not like that with her. i don’t know…when she’s like this, everything slows down and i like it. makes me feel like i’m doing something right.” sunoo watches him for a moment, his expression softening. “you are, man.”

sunoo sips his drink and leans back. “you ever think about what you’re doing after we graduate?” jungwon blinks. “wow. deep.”

sunoo laughs. “i don’t know. it’s been on my mind. everyone’s talking about college apps and majors and where they wanna move. makes everything feel…real, i guess.”

jungwon hums thoughtfully, gaze flicking toward the fogged up windows. “i’ve thought about it. not enough, probably.”

“you gonna stay close to home?” jungwons eyes drop down to you, curled up against him like you belong nowhere else. “i think so.”

“because of her?” sunoo asks gently. “not just because of her,” jungwon says slowly, “but…yeah, she’s part of it. i don’t know if i want to be somewhere far away when everything i care about is here.”

sunoo nods, thoughtful. “makes sense, you’ve always been kind of like that. grounded.” jungwon gives a quiet laugh. “grounded sounds better than clingy.”

“you’re not clingy,” sunoo says, smirking. “you’re just emotionally available and that’s rare.”

“you’re mocking me.”

“noo,” sunoo says, sipping his drink again. “i’m just saying, you’re the kind of guy who actually listens when people talk about their futures, it’s nice. not everyone does.”

jungwon shrugs modestly, adjusting the blazer again when it starts to slip off your shoulder. “i just think the future’s only good if you build it with the right people.” sunoo goes quiet for a beat. “…you should write that in your yearbook quote.”

“too cheesy.”

“cheesy’s good. better than pretending not to care.”

after a while, sunoo checks the time and pushes himself up. “i should get to the library. you good here?” jungwon nods. “yeah, i’ll stay.”

“didn’t think you’d move anyway,” sunoo jokes as he grabs his bag. “see you later, poet.” jungwon chuckles softly, eyes already back on you. “later.”

the room fades into quiet again after sunoo leaves. jungwon watches the rain for a moment longer, then feels you shift in your sleep. “baby…” a little murmur escaping your lips as you instinctively reach for him, your hand brushing his leg like you were searching for something familiar.

he smiles and moves without hesitation. slowly, gently, jungwon shifts his position. he leans back against the wall and carefully guides you into his lap again, but this time pulls you so you’re nestled between his legs, your back against his chest. your cheek rests in the crook of his neck and he wraps his arms around your waist, one hand rubbing slow circles into your side while the other keeps the blazer snug around you.

you let out a soft sound in your sleep. not quite a word, just a sigh and nuzzle further into the warmth of his neck.

his heart stutters, he presses a kiss to your forehead, then one to the top of your head. then a slower one, right at your hairline, his lips lingering like he could seal the moment into his memory forever.

his arms tighten slightly around your waist. “i’ve got you,” he whispers.

when you settle again, breathing even and slow, he leans forward and rests his chin gently on top of your head, letting out the softest sigh.

outside, the rain keeps falling in soft streaks against the windows. inside, jungwon stays like that—arms around you, lips pressed to your hair, heart full—not caring about history or college or time at all. just you and the feeling of holding his whole world in his arms.

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hihi!! i love ur riki works sm and i was wondering if u would like to be moots, only if it's okay with u ofc >_<

hiii !! ahh thank you smmm, i’m glad you enjoy reading them and yes ofc i’d love to be moots with you !! > <

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───── LET ME BE YOUR FOOL 西村 力 N. RK ⭑.ᐟ

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ a four part mini series in which riki is forever a fool for his beloved girl aka you ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 700 + / kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

1. 2. 3. 4. ──── ARCHiVE

④ married

the first thing you notice when you wake up is warmth. not from the sun or the blankets, but from the body pressed against yours. rikis arm is heavy over your waist, his chest to your back, his face buried in your hair like he’s afraid the night will steal you away.

every few seconds you feel the slow rise and fall of his breathing, the quiet sighs that make you think he’s still asleep.

you shift slightly to face him and he follows without hesitation, tucking his head under your chin, his fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. you brush the hair from his forehead and whisper, “you’re too cute.”

his voice is scratchy when he murmurs back, “good morning to you too, mrs. nishimura.” you smile at the way the words sound in his voice. “were you awake this whole time?” you ask softly.

“couldn’t sleep,” he admits, squeezing you closer. “didn’t wanna waste a single second of being next to you.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and you feel his words settle in your chest as you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. he melts into it instantly.

eventually you coax him out of bed with the promise of breakfast. in the kitchen he’s in a simple long sleeve black shirt, hair sticking up, humming to a song playing faintly from his phone as he flips pancakes. when you walk in, he turns his head and his whole face lights up like you’ve been away for days instead of minutes.

“good morning again, beautiful wife,” he greets, setting the spatula down just to wrap his arms around your waist and lean down to kiss you, slow and warm.

“pancakes will burn,” you murmur against his lips. “then we’ll eat burnt pancakes,” he replies easily, kissing you again before finally returning to the stove.

after breakfast he decides you need to go to the store, claiming you’re running low on ‘love snacks.’ you quickly find out this means anything he thinks will make you smile. he pushes the cart while tossing in your favorite cereal, cookies, and a small bouquet of flowers.

“we don’t need all this,” you protest, shaking your head. “yes, we do,” he says without looking up, his hand slipping into yours as if to seal the matter. “you married me, you have to let me spoil you.” you roll your eyes but squeeze his hand, and the little smile he gives you in return feels like sunshine in a bottle.

the rest of the day flows easily. groceries get put away, you both end up cooking dinner together, moving around the kitchen in an unspoken rhythm. he passes behind you just to kiss your temple, his hands finding your hips without thought. at one point, he pauses and stays there, his forehead resting against the side of your head.

“what’s that for?” you ask quietly. “just…i like this,” he says, “our life, you, being married to you.” you turn in his arms, your hands looping around his neck, and you kiss him until the food on the stove is probably seconds from burning.

after dinner, you end up curled together on the couch, your legs tangled over his, his sleeve pushed up so you can trace lazy shapes along his forearm. the tv hums in the background but neither of you pay attention. his head finds its way into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“don’t ever leave,” he murmurs. “i’m not going anywhere,” you promise. “good,” he says, holding you tighter. “just making sure.”

when you finally make it to bed, he’s clingier than usual, pulling you against him the second you lay down. you try to shift so you can grab your phone from the nightstand, but his arms only tighten. “ki—”

“nope,” he interrupts, his voice muffled as he buries his face in your neck again. “you’re staying right here.”

“you act like i’m gonna disappear,” you tease softly. “feels like i might wake up and find out you were a dream,” he mumbles. “so i’m not letting go, not tonight.”

his words are quiet but heavy, the kind you feel more than you hear. so you stay, letting him hold you close until his breathing evens out, his hand still gripping your shirt even in sleep. you fall asleep with the certainty that he will always love you exactly like this. fully, deeply, without ever loosening his hold.

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[amoressb]

───── LET ME BE YOUR FOOL 西村 力 N. RK ⭑.ᐟ

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ a four part mini series in which riki is forever a fool for his beloved girl aka you ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 970 + / kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

1. 2. 3. 4. ──── ARCHiVE

③ years later

it had been years since high school, years since the two of you went through all the fights, the late night talks, the reconciliations, the kisses that felt like promises. now, riki was yours and you were his. not just in title, but in the easy, everyday way his hand always seemed to find yours without thought.

he had the day off and instead of doing something productive, he showed up at your apartment early in the morning, jacket hanging loosely off his shoulders, hair messy from sleep.

“you weren’t answering your texts,” he mumbled when you opened the door, not even bothering with a greeting before sliding his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your neck. “had to make sure you didn’t forget about me.”

you laughed softly, your hands finding their way into his hair without thinking. “how could i forget about you?”

he hummed against your skin like that was exactly the answer he needed, his arms tightening around you. “good, i’d have to do something dramatic if you did.”

after some breakfast together, which mostly involved you cooking while riki leaned against the counter behind you, arms looped around your waist and chin hooked over your shoulder, swaying you side to side, he suggested something simple : a walk to the park where you used to go after school.

the sun was warm, the air soft with a hint of spring, and he kept brushing his fingers against yours until finally lacing them together.

“remember when you’d drag me here after class and make me sit on that bench while you fed the ducks?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“you loved it,” you teased. “i loved you,” he corrected, stopping just long enough to tilt your chin up and kiss you. slow, warm, like he had all the time in the world.

you sat together on the same bench from years ago, but this time he didn’t sit a polite distance away. he pulled you right onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

“you have no idea,” he murmured, his voice low and almost shy, “how much i still miss you when you’re not around. even after all this time. it’s pathetic.”

you smiled, brushing your hand through his hair. “you’re not pathetic, you’re just in love silly.”

“yeah,” he sighed happily, burying his face in your neck again like it was the safest place in the world. “let me be your fool forever, okay?”

you kissed his temple, and for the rest of the afternoon he held you close, as if the years apart had never happened and as if letting go for even a second might make you vanish again.

by the time the sun started to set, the two of you wandered back toward your apartment, his hand never leaving yours. riki carried the little bag of snacks you’d picked up on the way. though you suspected he’d only grabbed them as an excuse to spend more time walking with you.

the second the door closed behind you, he was back to holding you, arms wrapping around you from behind as you toed off your shoes. “you’re not going anywhere else today,” he murmured against your hair. “you’re mine until tomorrow.” you turned in his arms, smiling. “so possessive.”

“mm,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “you’d miss it if i wasn’t.”

the evening passed in that easy rhythm you’d both fallen into. music playing softly from your speaker, him stretched out on your couch with his head in your lap while you absentmindedly combed your fingers through his hair. every so often, he’d tilt his head to look up at you, eyes half lidded with contentment.

“what?” you’d ask with a smile. “just making sure you’re real,” he’d say, before catching your hand to press a kiss to your palm.

later, you cooked together or rather, you tried to cook while riki kept getting distracted by you. one moment he was pretending to help chop vegetables, the next he was sliding his arms around your waist again, swaying you gently to whatever song was playing.

“you’re such a distraction,” you laughed. “i’m your favorite distraction,” he replied without missing a beat, kissing the curve of your shoulder.

by the time you’d finished eating, it was already dark outside. riki cleaned up without you asking, and when you tried to thank him, he just shrugged. “you’ve done enough. just…sit, i’ve got it.”

once the dishes were done, you found yourself curled up with him on the couch, your legs tangled together under a blanket. his jacket was loose around him, the sleeves brushing your skin as he pulled you even closer, your head tucked under his chin.

he was quiet for a long time, just tracing little shapes on your back with his fingertips. then, in a voice so soft you almost didn’t catch it, he said, “you know…if i could go back to all the times i messed up, i’d fix them. but also…maybe i wouldn’t, cause then we wouldn’t be here like this.”

you tilted your head up to look at him. “we would’ve found our way here anyway.”

his lips curved into the smallest smile before he leaned down to kiss you. slow and lingering, one hand cupping your cheek, the other still holding you close like he was afraid to lose you again. when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “good,” he whispered, “because i’m never letting go of this.”

and he didn’t. not that night, not the next morning. not even when you both drifted off on the couch, his arms still locked firmly around you, as if in his sleep he still remembered the promise he’d just made.

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[amoressb]

───── LET ME BE YOUR FOOL 西村 力 N. RK ⭑.ᐟ

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ a four part mini series in which riki is forever a fool for his beloved girl aka you ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1700 + / kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

1. 2. 3. 4. ──── ARCHiVE

② graduation

the sun is hot on your skin and your gown sticks slightly to the back of your knees, but you don’t care. not when riki is holding your hand from behind you, fingers threaded, squeezing every now and then just to remind you he’s there.

your chairs creak when you both sit down. the sound of hundreds of students shifting and whispering fills the air as the principal begins her speech. behind you, riki leans forward, breath brushing your ear.

“this is boring already,” he whispers. you fight a smile. “we just started.”

“exactly,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand again. “which means we’ve got hours of this. can we just skip to the part where i kiss you on stage?”

“you’re not actually doing that.” he shrugs. “oh i’m actually doing that.”

to your right, sunoo giggles from the next row over. “he’s been planning it all year. he said it’s gonna be his ‘spiderman’ moment.”

“you mean the andrew garfield one?” you ask, already knowing the answer. riki grins, “obviously.”

“he said he was gonna dip you, too,” jungwon adds, peeking over from behind. “but i told him he’d trip on the gown and ruin the moment.”

“i’m still considering it,” riki whispers against your shoulder, placing a light kiss through the fabric.

your cheeks burn. “you guys are so in love, it’s kind of disgusting,” sunoo says, fake gagging. riki just smirks. “you’re just mad no one’s kissing you on stage.”

your family and his family are crammed together in the third bleacher row, shaded by little paper fans and umbrellas. your mom and his mom are passing tissues back and forth already and his little sister has her phone out recording. every time you glance over, she waves dramatically like you’re on tv.

the speeches go on, some funny, some touching, some long and droning, but the only thing grounding you is rikis hand in yours.

he rests his chin lightly on your shoulder. “do you think anyone’s ever kissed their girlfriend in the middle of graduation before?” he asks. you tilt your head back slightly. “probably…”

“okay. do you think anyone’s ever kissed their girlfriend in the middle of graduation and managed to look cool doing it?”

“…less likely.”

“exactly,” he says. “i’m making history.”

when the announcer finally reaches the letter before yours, your heart starts beating faster.

riki let’s go of your hand for the first time in an hour, only to give it one last squeeze. you step up when your name is called. “y/n l/n!”

the crowd erupts, your parents and his family are on their feet, cheering. sunoo screams your name like a proud parent. you smile, take your diploma, shake the hands you’re supposed to shake and then just as you’re turning to walk off stage—

“nishimura riki!”

he’s already striding up, eyes locked on you. you freeze the second he reaches you, he cups your face in both hands, and without hesitation, kisses you. right there, center stage, in front of the entire class and both your families and every teacher you’ve ever had.

it’s warm and confident and a little messy because you’re both grinning, but it’s everything. the crowd loses it and someone wolf whistles. the principal coughs loudly into the mic and riki finally pulls back, still holding your cheeks gently.

“that was even better than i imagined,” he murmurs. you laugh, completely dazed, as you both walk off stage together, hands locked.

back in your seats, you’re tucked beside him now, legs touching, your hand resting on his thigh while he twirls the ends of your hair with one finger.

“you did it,” you whisper. he hums, kissing your temple. “we did it.” jungwon leans over. “i’m not gonna lie, that kiss was kinda smooth.”

“thank you,” riki says proudly. “my mom recorded it,” sunoo says. “she said she’s saving it for your wedding slideshow.” riki throws his head back and groans. “i knew i should’ve done the dip.”

you just laugh and lean into him, tucking your face into the curve of his neck. he kisses your cheek and holds you close again. “you okay?” he asks softly and you nod. “i’ve never been happier.”

when the final speech ends and the principal says, “you may now toss your caps,” everyone leaps up. cheers erupt all around you like fireworks, but neither of you move just yet.

rikis eyes are already on you. “ready?” he asks, holding your hand tighter. you nod, smile wide, and together, the two of you throw your caps into the air—not with the others, but just the two of you, right after the rest. a little late, a little clumsy, and somehow so you.

your caps spin up, crossing in the sky, and riki watches yours for only a second before turning back to you. he kisses you right there, under the floating silhouettes, his hands cupping your cheeks and his smile still brushing against yours mid laugh.

“you didn’t even watch where it landed,” you whisper as he pulls back just a little. “didn’t need to,” he says. “i already caught what i wanted.” your cheeks heat instantly. “that was so cheesy-”

he hugs you before you can finish, arms tight around your waist, swaying you both gently like you’re dancing to the sound of everyone’s cheering.

he kisses you again, slow and warm, then buries his face in the curve of your neck like he always does when he misses you. except this time he’s not pulling away.

you feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours, the slight tremble in his hands, the way his fingers keep curling into the back of your gown like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

he pulls back only enough to look at you. eyes glassy, like he’s holding back too many feelings at once.

“you don’t get it, pretty” he says, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “i’ve thought about this day every time school felt too hard and you were in it. every single version of it, y/n. it was always you.” your breath catches.

“you’ve been my reason since sophomore year,” he adds, voice low. “i love you so much it’s actually insane.”

you grin, eyes wet. “i love you more.” he shakes his head and kisses you again, long and grounding, before pulling you back into his arms and tucking his head under your chin this time.

the cheers slowly fade into the background. the field starts to empty, students scattering to find their families, but neither of you rush. rikis still holding onto you like he’s scared if he lets go, the moment might dissolve into mist.

eventually, someone calls your name, your mom’s voice, unmistakably teary and proud. “there she is! my graduate!”

you barely have time to turn before she wraps you in the tightest hug, already sniffling into your shoulder. riki lets out a breathless laugh behind you and offers a soft “hi, mrs. l/n,” before getting pulled into the hug too.

your dads next, shaking rikis hand firmly with a look that’s half proud, half warning like always. and then his face softens when he pulls you into his arms, just for a second longer than usual.

rikis family finds you next. his mom immediately cups your face in her hands. “you looked so beautiful up there,” she says, kissing both your cheeks. “and that kiss?” she sighs dramatically. “i should ground him for stealing the show.”

you giggle, glancing at riki who shrugs, unapologetic. “worth it.”

both families end up standing together on the bleachers, taking turns snapping photos, swapping stories, teasing you both. your younger sister keeps poking rikis arm and asking if she can borrow him as her date to her graduation.

dinner ends up at your favorite spot downtown. riki booked it weeks ago. reserved the window table and even asked them to bring out something sweet at the end.

he pulls your chair out for you before sitting next to you, immediately tangling your pinkies under the table. his hand stays there the whole night.

the two of you barely touch your food between the laughter. your parents share stories about how quiet you were as a kid. rikis dad tells the table about the time riki broke the kitchen faucet and blamed it on the dog. everyone’s cackling, especially rikis little sister, who keeps asking if you’ll be joining their family vacation this summer.

you glance over at riki, he’s already watching you, thumb brushing your hand gently. like even in a room full of love, he’s still only focused on you.

after dessert, the restaurant brings out a plate with your names written in chocolate, a little heart between them.

“you’re gonna make me cry again,” you whisper, nudging him. he leans in, kissing your cheek. “that’s the goal.”

now it’s past midnight by the time you’re curled up together in his room, the day finally settling into your bones.

the gowns are draped over his chair, your shoes kicked off somewhere near the door. you’re in his oversized hoodie now, hair messy, makeup wiped away, legs tangled beneath his blanket.

he’s lying on his side facing you, hand lazily tracing patterns along your arm, like he still can’t believe you’re here, still real. still his.

“you’re too pretty,” he mumbles. he inches closer until your foreheads touch. “you’re everything i’ve ever wanted.” your breath catches.

he pulls you into him fully, arms locking around your waist, face tucked into your neck the way he always does when he’s overwhelmed. you feel his breath against your collarbone, the weight of the moment finally hitting.

“can we stay like this?” he asks quietly. you press a kiss to his hair, voice warm. “we’ve got forever.” he nods, barely, and pulls you even closer. “i don’t wanna fall asleep in case it’s a dream.”

“it’s not,” you promise. his fingers curl into the back of your shirt like a lifeline. “okay. just…wake me up if it ever starts to fade.”

you smile, eyes fluttering shut. “you’re my always, riki. i’ll never let it.” with your heartbeat under his ear and the weight of the day holding you both still, he finally drifts off, arms wrapped around everything he’s ever wished for.

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Update: my goal 25$500

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I lost 15 kg this month. My weight is now 42 kg. I don’t know what next month will bring.

I gave the campaign to my younger sister — not just in case I don’t survive, but so she might have a chance to save whoever’s left in our family.

I’m only 23. I used to dream of living like others — to 60 or 70. But people like us don’t get to dream that far.

If these are the last words I ever write… I just hope they reach someone who still has the power to care.

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───── LET ME BE YOUR FOOL 西村 力 N. RK ⭑.ᐟ

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ a four part mini series in which riki is forever a fool for his beloved girl aka you ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1300 + / kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

1. 2. 3. 4. ──── ARCHiVE

① school years

he’s been clinging to you all day. not in a loud, obnoxious way, but in the quiet, can’t keep his hands off you, “you’re my entire world and everyone can know it” way.

it started this morning. he saw you by your locker and walked straight up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead to the back of your shoulder like he couldn’t wait one more second.

“hey,” he murmured, voice muffled against your hoodie.

you smiled instantly, “you okay?” he nodded, “just needed to hold you.”

he walked you to every class that wasn’t even on his side of the building. carried your books even though your bag was light. leaned against the edge of your desk before homeroom started, his fingers curled loosely around yours, just because he could.

in the middle of lunch, right in front of your friends, he casually reached over, tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and whispered, “you’re so pretty today.”

you could feel their eyes burning holes into your back.

“rikiii,” you laughed, nudging him under the table. “what?” he said, smile crooked. “am i not allowed to love my girlfriend publicly?”

sunoo groaned across the table. “we get it. you’re obsessed.”

“i am,” riki said, completely unfazed, lacing his fingers with yours again. “i’d wear a sign if they let me.”

after school, he found you before you could even text him, tugging you by the hand out into the courtyard where barely anyone lingered.

he pressed you against the brick wall, one arm on either side of your head, not to corner you. just to keep you close.

“been thinking about you all day,” he murmured, nose brushing yours. “you saw me all day,” you smiled.

“yeah, but it wasn’t enough.” his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you gently toward him. “you don’t know what you do to me, pretty. every time you laugh, every time you smile at someone else, i go crazy a little.”

you looped your arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. “you’re ridiculous.”

“maybe,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “let me be your fool.”

you blinked, heart skipping. “what?”

“i don’t care if i look stupid,” he said, voice soft and serious. “i’ll be that clingy boyfriend who walks you to every class. i’ll carry your bag, leave you notes in your locker, post you on my story every hour. i’ll sit next to you at lunch even if it means sitting through a two hour convo about skincare with your friends. i don’t care. just let me be your fool, y/n.”

you stared at him for a second, stunned silent by how gentle he looked. how sincere. “you’re already my fool,” you whispered.

he grinned. “and you’re already my everything.” he leaned in and kissed you right there, slow and sweet and certain. his hands never left your waist. one thumb brushing gently against your side, the other pressing into your back like he was trying to memorize the feel of you.

when you pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. “can i take you home?”

you nodded, fingers still tangled in his hair. “you gonna keep acting like a fool there too?” he grinned, tugging you closer. “worse.”

the next morning, he tops himself.

he shows up at your locker wearing your favorite hoodie, your lip gloss tucked in his hoodie pocket, because you forgot it yesterday, and dangling from his key ring, clipped to his jeans belt loop, is a tiny pink charm shaped like the first letter of your name.

you blink down at it. “is that—?”

“yep,” he says casually.

you look again. it’s literally a glittery letter. next to it is a tiny lego keychain that looks like him, hoodie, black hair, and a little sign that reads ‘i love my gf!!’

you’re silent for a second. “ki.”

“what?” he blinks innocently, stepping closer. “you like it?”

“you’re walking around school with that?”

“why wouldn’t i?” he leans in until your back hits the lockers, grinning. “it’s true.” you bury your face in his chest. “you are so unserious.”

“no, i’m just yours.” he presses a kiss to your head right there in the hallway. someone snorts behind you. jay walks by and mutters, “whipped,” without breaking stride.

riki just shrugs, “you got a problem with love?” he calls after him. “talk to my keychain.”

he brings you snacks in a pink gift bag with glitter hearts on it. he asks the art teacher to borrow glitter pens to decorate a sticky note that says ‘pretty girl fuel’ and sticks it to your lunchbox. he even, during gym, runs across the court mid drill just to kiss your forehead when you’re sitting out with a sore ankle.

your teacher sighs. your classmates clap and cheese about it. you just cover your face and smile because, really, who else but him?

“do you want to be made fun of?” you ask him after school. he grins. “if the reward is your smile? i’ll be a clown. i’ll wear a whole costume. i’ll put on red nose and honk.”

you shove him gently. he catches your hand, intertwining your fingers again.

“y/n, baby…” he says softly, tugging you to a stop under the trees near the school exit, “you don’t understand what you do to me. i’d do anything for you. i’d carry a sign. i’d sing on the table. i’d wear your name on my forehead.” you raise a brow. “you’re making this worse.”

“i’m proving a point,” he says, leaning in closer, eyes warm. “i love you so much it makes me a fool. but i don’t care because if the choice is looking cool or loving you loudly…i’ll choose you every time.”

you kiss him right there. slow, sweet, so full of affection it makes your heart ache. he leans into it like he’s starving.

when you pull away, his voice is barely a whisper. “see? worth it.”

and now? everyone truly knows. not just your friends. not just the classmates who sit near you in science or the lunch table you share every day. it’s everyone.

the way riki walks you to class with your bag slung over his shoulder like it belongs to him too. the way he always reaches for your hand without thinking, even if it’s just for a second. the way he looks at you like you hung the moon, even when you’re doing absolutely nothing.

your math teacher doesn’t even bother calling him out anymore when he draws hearts in the corner of your worksheet.

last week, she glanced down at his desk and saw the words ‘y/i loves r’ in the margin of his notes and sighed, “at least spell your full names next time.” you giggled under your breath and she didn’t argue.

someone once muttered in the cafeteria line, “they’re literally in their own world. like, i think he forgot anyone else exists.”

you turned your head, found riki standing across the room with his arm lazily slung over your chair, watching you laugh with a soft, sleepy smile. he didn’t even blink when you caught him staring. he just..winked.

at the convenience store near your school, the cashier, an older woman with silver hair and warm eyes, smiles every time she sees you two walk in.

“my favorite young couple,” she says. “you know, he’s always looking at you like you’re magic.” you blush while riki wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek right there in front of her. “that’s cause she is,” he says simply. the cashier hums like she already knew that.

he doesn’t just say he loves you. he lives it. in every touch, every word, every moment. and yeah, maybe he’s a fool for you but now, the whole world knows it. and he’s never been prouder.

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HOLY CRAP i was the one who requested the ceo jay and YOU DID UR THINGGG!! it was my first time requesting something and i’d knew you would convey my vision perfectly, reading it made my heart so warm and happy thank you so much you’re the best😭😭🤍

YAYYY !! i’m so happy you liked and enjoyed it !! i’m honored you trusted me with your first request too and hopefully it’s not your last, tytytyyy <33

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──── YOU’RE MY HOME 박종성 P. JS ⭑.ᐟ

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ late from work, jay softly reminds you that he’ll always come home to you ｡｡ ᴄᴇᴏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ!ᴊᴀʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1100 + / kisses, skinship, petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

jay was tired, but not in the way most people meant when they said it.

his body had long since gotten used to the late hours, to the weight of tailored suits, to the taste of black coffee that never cooled fast enough. he was used to the boardroom lights, the flash of his watch catching on glass tables, the constant ringing of his phone and the never ending parade of decisions.

but tonight…tonight, he was tired in the kind of way that made him ache for you. not just to see you, but to be near you. to breathe you in. to feel your hands, warm and grounding, on the side of his face.

he’d been checking the clock all day, ever since your sleepy voice whispered, “just don’t stay too long this time…i miss you when you’re gone.”

and man—he carried those words with him. carried them through a twelve hour day full of deadlines, contract disputes, networking dinners, and the headache inducing smile he was forced to wear.

so the second he was released, he didn’t even think about going anywhere else. not the bar with his colleagues. not the office to finish that proposal. just home. to you. like you asked.

on the way, he stopped at the only flower shop still open and bought a bouquet of lilies, the big, full ones you loved. he chose the ones with the softest shade of pink laced into the edges of the petals. he held them carefully the entire ride back, cradling them like they were as fragile as how he felt inside.

the apartment was quiet when he opened the door, the light in the entryway casting a soft golden hue on the floor. he stepped in, shoes off, blazer unbuttoned with a tired sigh.

but before he could even call out your name, he saw the shape of you, small and curled, on the couch.

not in your shared bed. not wrapped in the covers like he’d imagined on the drive over. but there, asleep on the couch, one of his old sweaters swallowed around your frame, your face pressed into the armrest.

his heart clenched. you had waited for him. you always waited for him even when you said you wouldn’t. even when he told you not to.

and now you were fast asleep in the quiet glow of the tv screen, half covered in a throw blanket, your body curled tight like you’d just barely drifted off from trying to stay up.

he didn’t say anything at first. just placed the bouquet carefully on the coffee table and crouched beside you, eyes gentle as they took in the curve of your lashes, the rise and fall of your chest, the way one of your hands was still curled around the corner of a pillow.

then he reached forward, brushing your hair back softly, fingers running through the strands like he was soothing a dream from your skin.

“baby,” he whispered, low and warm like a secret. “you fell asleep out here?”

you stirred slowly, brows drawing together, lips parting in a barely there hum. but your eyes didn’t open yet. not until he gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and pressed his palm against your cheek.

your lashes fluttered. you looked up at him, still half asleep, voice quiet and cracked. “jay…?”

he smiled, softer than anything he’d worn all day. “yeah it’s me, my love. i’m home.”

your gaze barely focused, but your lips curved anyway and he leaned down to kiss your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. lingering, tender, slow.

“why’re you on the couch?” he murmured again, brushing his thumb across your cheek. you reached for him, hand finding the lapel of his blazer. “i was waiting for you, but i must’ve fallen asleep…”

he leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours. “you’re gonna ruin my heart like this,” he whispered with a weak laugh, eyes shut. you smiled sleepily, “you brought flowers…”

he tilted his head just enough to press another kiss to your hairline. “of course. lilies. you said the house feels calm when they’re here and i want everything calm when i get back to you.”

you were slipping again, warmth seeping into your bones from his voice, from his hands, from the way he cradled your jaw like it was made of glass. but he didn’t let you fall too far.

instead, he slid one arm under your legs and the other behind your back, lifting you gently off the couch before you could fully drift off again. you gasped softly from the motion but wrapped your arms around his neck with ease, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

he carried you like it was the easiest thing in the world. like you weren’t his whole world, curled in his arms, reminding him that this, not boardrooms, not suits, not anything else, was the only thing he wanted to come home to.

“you always carry me,” you mumbled, half asleep. “and i always will,” he whispered into your hair, pressing a soft kiss just above your ear. “even if you’re ninety and scolding me for working too hard, i’ll still pick you up off the couch and carry you to bed.”

you let out a sleepy laugh, nuzzling into his neck, your fingers tracing lazy lines along the back of his collar. “hope you never get tired of me…”

he paused at the bedroom door, looked down at you with so much love it made his chest physically ache. “never,” he said softly. “you’re my peace, baby. i run to you.”

he laid you down gently on the bed, covering you with the comforter like you were the most delicate part of his day. then he loosened his tie, slipped off his blazer, and crawled in beside you.

once he was settled, you reached for him instinctively, pulling him close until his chest was pressed to your back and his hand was splayed against your stomach, holding you like a man starved for softness.

“i missed you,” you whispered. he kissed the top of your shoulder, nose brushing your skin. “i missed you more.”

before the night faded into silence, before sleep truly pulled you under, he murmured the last thing you heard that night.

“don’t ever fall asleep alone out here again, sweetheart. if i’m late, you wait for me in bed. i’ll always come home to you. i promise.” and just like that, his arms around you, the smell of lilies in the air, you believed him. because jay never broke a promise to you. and never would.

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hii i love ur work so much! can i request a ceo/businessman jay or sunghoon fic and they come home late and find reader sleeping on the couch or somewhere not their bed and he wakes her up by caressing her hair and carries her back to bed? im sorry its a lot you can do whatever you choose to do ur work always eats

ofcc , i hope i fulfilled your request !!

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ur layout is so pretty omg and i love ur works!!

aghh tysm really, yours is pretty too !! im happy to hear you enjoy my works as well !! <33

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completing a request then its on with the mini series !!

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can you do enhypens reaction to the "I like your last name, can I have it?" trend

ofcc !! here it is, hope you enjoy !! <33