#ni-ki enhypen

[heedeungism]

synopsis: riki knows you better than anyone else. includes: bridgerton au (barely), a little women reference, confessions of love, pre-marital kissing (the scandal!), gross old men, arranged marriage notes: @hoes4hoseok i hope you enjoy my timothee chalamification of riki, this one's for you girl🩷

there’s a thin line between love and friendship. your mother says she was friends with your father before she ever learned to love him, never in the way the poets rave, but in a way that made her life easier. in her words, “a love match is as rare as a diamond, dear. you shouldn’t hold out hope of one should it ruin your debut.”

it’s a shame, you think, that you can love someone so deeply and yet there’s no guarantee they’ll share the sentiment, nor a chance to see if what you feel is dwindling infatuation or true unyielding devotion. it’s improper to explore your options, greedy to want more than expected, and childish to yearn for love. yet you do.

your debut season approaches fast, and with it, the heavy promise of your hand to baron mortimer weighs your heart down like an anchor keeping you from daydreaming of the things you had read and researched about love.  he’s wealthy, titled, and twice your age. he would give your family a more comfortable life, save you from the shame of becoming a spinster if you do not find another suitable match your first season, and seems to be respectable enough despite his intent to marry you, a soon-to-be debutante he set his eyes upon years ago. it’s unnerving, but your mother speaks of him without disdain, so you keep your anxieties about his character at bay.

unfortunately, your dearest friend plagues your mind just so. riki’s return from oxford approaches with the same swiftness as your debut. you dread the idea of no longer having the liberty to write to him or paint him when he’s a willing muse, as it would be improper to do so while promised to another. for that reason you have yet to write to him since your last letter a week ago, where in it you bid him the gentlest farewell you could to help ease the ache in your heart.

you aren’t sure if he even received it, as he has not written back, but you suppose it’s for the best.

at least you believe that until he’s before you with unkempt hair and a haunted look in his tormented gaze. 

“tell me it is not true.” he says, chest rising and falling as if he had run from oxford to mayfair on foot, though perhaps he had been traveling by carriage since he received the letter clutched between his fingers. “tell me you are not marrying that man.”

you are unsure of how to respond, your lips parting hut no words leaving them. you turn toward your ladies maid, who blinks wildly as she receives the message, placing your hairpin down and hastening out of the room past the viscount’s son. the door clicks and yet his gaze remains unyielding, you finally speak, “you are back early, mr nishimura.”

riki had always been exceedingly easy to read, only to you, he used to pout. this moment is no different, and you can see how hard it is for him to wrap his head around his title leaving your lips instead of his name, but he recovers enough to repeat himself, “tell me.”

you place a hand on your stomach, squeezed by a corset that you suspect is why you can’t seem to catch your breath, “i will not lie to you.”

his brows furrow, his teeth peeking from his plump lips as they part in disgust and frustration, “he is old.”

“yes, i am aware of lord mortimer’s age.” you say with a similar frustration on your tongue that is heavily withheld by your propriety, “my mother saw it pertinent i educate myself before our marriage.”

“you cannot marry him.” riki says, and the frustration in your blood blooms into something more, something worse.

“that is not your decision to make.” you state, mindlessly flattening invisible wrinkles in your dress as he takes a step closer, only for you to fortify the distance with one of your own in the same direction, “not any more than it is mine.”

“you…” he loses his words as his hand clenches and releases at his side like he longs to reach for you, “you do not want this.”

“what i want does not matter to my parents anymore than it should to you,” you state, attempting to tuck the loose strand of hair that your ladies maid hadn’t the time to fit into your updo behind your ear, only for it to fall right back into place against your cheekbone, “lord mortimer is wealthy, he will give me a comfortable life.”

“do you not deserve a happy one?” riki asks, and you feel the cracks in your chest widen. instinctively, you fight the tremble of your chin and the tug in your brow as tears attempt to fit through the open crevice of your act.

“no, don’t—“ you shake your eyes, turning away from him as your arms drop to your sides, “don’t do that. i have accepted my future, i do not need you planting doubts in my mind.”

“what use would planting them do when i can see they’ve already taken root far before i arrived here?” you overlook the step he takes, nor how large his stride is. he only takes one yet it makes all the difference, as he feels infinitely closer than before. just as you feared he would.

“stop it.” you say, masked inside a heavy exhale, yet a plea all the same. “you should be visiting with your sisters, i’m sure they missed you dearly—“

“don’t marry him.” he says, and you finally look at him.

“what?” you ask despite knowing exactly what he said, you want to hear him say it again to make sure it wasn’t in your head.

he shakes his head, taking another step closer, “don’t marry him.”

“you…” he doesn't have to explain what he means, your childish hopes of love that you’d hidden so deep in your conscience do so for him. your heart sings as his eyes flick between your own and then down the bridge of your nose and lower, but your mind refuses to bend as your heart does. you shake your head, shuffling back to salvage whatever distance you can, “no.”

“yes.” he responds in kind, dropping the letter and closing the distance between the two of you to grab your hands. his next words are paired with the act of him flattening your palm against his chest, keeping it there while he grasps the other in his much larger hand, “you can’t marry him.”

“you are being cruel.” you try to pull away, but his grip is firm and you know that if you meet his gaze you won’t be able to fight it anymore.

there’s a sickening silence as his thumb draws shapes on the back of your hand, you can feel his heartbeat. it’s strong, and its pace only feeds your own heart wanton promises of devotion you had only ever been told were too rare to expect in your lifetime, “tell me you do not want me.”

the suddenness of his demand lowers your guard for just long enough for your heart to find the upper ground and force your eyes into his sights, he repeats himself, “tell me you do not want me and i will leave you to marry lord mortimer.” his words are punctuated by the hand not holding yours to his heart grasping the side of your jaw, his thumb moving against your warmed cheek, “tell me and i will never speak to you again, just as you requested in your letter. you will never have to see me and i won’t—“

“i don’t want that.” the words leave your lips without warning, but it’s too late to take them back by the time they reach his ears. you shake your head, “i don’t—i don’t want to marry, i want to paint and read and—“

he listens as your supposed acceptance crumbles beneath his gaze, chest heaving under your palm. “—i want to do all of those things with you, i do. the baron has my parents under his wretched thumb and i cannot bear it, i cannot—“ a sharp inhale rakes your body, a mix of a sob and a desperate but fruitless attempt to regain composure, “i don’t want you to go away, i want you to stay here with me and—“

his lips meet yours with a firmness that sets your heart aflame, and when he pulls away just enough to look at you your heart finally lands the finishing blow in its fight against your mind. your hand lingers on his chest as the one he uses to keep it there moves to mirror its counterpart on the other side of your jaw.

you barely glance down at his lips before they’re on yours again, a welcome experience that you hope you can experience over and over until you’re utterly familiar, but now you're not sure how to reciprocate. the novels you’ve read did little to educate you on the experience, much less prepare you for it to occur with the boy you’d found yourself longing for through the years. 

the gasp you let out when his hand moves from your jaw to your waist to tug you closer is silenced by his lips attaching themselves to yours like he’d spent a lifetime wishing to taste you.

he pulls away, yet he doesn't seem keen on keeping the distance, his nose brushing yours as he promises, “i will speak to your parents—”

the mention of them has your guts turning painfully enough to rip you away from him, nausea hitting you like a bullet through your throat, “i should not have done that.”

“i kissed you—“ his statement does little to quell your sickness, and the wavering grate in your voice as you interrupt him is telling of that. “that changes nothing.” your fingers move to your hair, the pin keeping it in place falling to the floor as you tug, “i am ruined. forget marrying the baron, i cannot marry anyone.”

“was i not clear?” he asks, and when you look at him with frustrated reluctance he continues, “should i gut myself? place my heart in your hands to have you understand how you haunt me?”

“we cannot marry.” you say, bottom lip trembling, “i will not be a consequence of your actions. it is not your duty to marry me when i am the only one ruined.”

riki’s jaw shifts as if your words brought him only fury, “i do not care for duty, i care for you.” 

“you are young, riki. you are not expected to marry for at least—“

“i want to.” he states firmly, “you said you wanted me to stay, so i am staying. i will dance with you at balls. i will send flowers and call on you every morning. i will promenade alongside you for as long as it takes. i…”

he moves towards you, thumbs brushing away the tears under your eyes as his forehead meets yours, “i am yours, do with me what you will.”

©heedeungism : do not rewrite, copy, repost, or translate any of my works without my permission.

[p-erse-phone]

Losing Focus - Nishimura Riki

Pairing fckboy!riki x good girl fem!reader

✶Genre: smau & written(sometimes), university au, angst, slight slow burn ✶Synopsis: Decelis University of the Arts is a very exclusive university mostly saved for the talented kids of influential, rich, and/or famous families, OR young adults with a good amount of influence themselves. Needless to say it’s an unobtainable dream for most, without the money or means it’s almost impossible. Except for the lucky few gifted people who are offered scholarships to be able to try to fight for the chance without the backing of family or fame.  Choi Y/N is one of the fortunate few scholarship students. Known for her big heart, Y/N has always poured her all into everything she’s ever done, especially piano. Considered a prodigy she always thought this was only a dream that she could have while asleep, but now it's real. Nishimura Riki comes from the well-known Nishimura family influential in the dance world, talented, and handsome he seems as he has it all. Graduating early from highschool and accepted into Decelis with barely an application process he’s loved by most, and the pillar of envy for many. Focusing mostly almost all his attention to dancing he doesn’t have the time for an established relationship, but that doesn’t stop him from messing around with whoever he feels like. No-strings-attached. …But when he needs to collab with one of the performing arts students in the instrument department, he finds that Y/N might be just enough to sway his mind. As they become closer and her soft demeanor begins to infiltrate most of his thoughts will he be able to make enough room to let her in, or can he not let go of his current life.  ✶Featuring: ENHYPEN, Some TXT, Le Sserafim(Kazuha), Katseye (Sophia), New Jeans(Minji), tba… ✶Warnings: swearing, sexual jokes and implied themes, situationship, playing with emotions, love triangle(?), angst, making fun of socioeconomic status, more tba…

Taglist: Open

Start: 11/05/2024 

End: Tba

Profiles : Thot Pocket | Losers | Group b | Group G

Chapters !

01 : baby ass boy

02 : gatekeep

03 : contemporary

04 : busy (+written)

05 : who?

06 : commit

07 : lore

08 : agreed (written)

09 : RIP

many more tba...

[en-gelic]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—LOG O2: EVER SEEN

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ （엔하이픈 니키）the prettiest eyes you'd ever seen /// INFO : fem reader, fluff, slight angst, catching a cold | O.3k words, click for more

✉️ ,, for my bby @jlheon's event 💪 also, i've been OBSESSED w this song BYE not proofread bbys so enjoy my bad grammar >3<

The cold rain poured over your head, drenching your body entirely. Pushing the school door shut, the wind beat at your bare legs, forcing its cold breeze upon you. You set out to find the exchange student who you had never seen before but was obliged to search for because of class president duties.

“Riki.” You called, passing by onlookers who seemed appalled that you went out without an umbrella. The thunder rumbled loudly, echoing ripples down your spine as you splashed through pools of water, stopping under the roof of a convenience store, surprised to see the presence of your classmate sucking on an ice lolly against the wall.

His earphones hung loosely around his neck, he connected his gaze to yours, quickening your heartbeat by a single look.

He had the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen. Intimidating but intimate, all the more boring holes into your heart and propelling it to beat faster.

Moving towards him, you rested your back on the wall beside him. “Aren’t you worried about catching a cold?” You questioned, daring not to meet his gaze.

“Shouldn’t you be more worried about catching a cold than me?” He replied, taking in your drenched figure, your uniform sticking to your body. Snapping your head to look at him, you caught his cheeky smile, noticing the slit in his eyebrow that was covered by his dark hair.

“Shut up,” You began, grinning back at him, his bliss as contagious as chickenpox. “They sent me to look for you, so it’ll be your fault if I get sick.”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly but was replaced with yet another grin “Then we’ll get sick together.”

The rain had transformed into a drizzle, the drops rippling into the puddles on the earthy ground. Punching his arm softly, you beamed at him, walking ahead of him into the slight drizzle. “Whatever, let’s get to school before we get someone else sick with us.”

The two of you emerged through the school gates in a fit of giggles, bodies still slight damp from the drizzle. Motioning to your classroom, his voice stopped you, turning your body to face him.

“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” He called, piercing his gaze into yours.

“So do you.” You replied, watching him reciprocate your grin.

Totally worth the fever you got the next day.

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[pnghoon]

his muse

NISHIMURA RIKI [니키] ── 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

୨୧ pairing : !nonidol artist !riki x insecure fem !reader ꒰wc : 1.3k꒱

୨୧ genre + content warnings : fluff, mild angst, themes of mental health, insecurities, not proofread.

୨୧ synopsis : in which the talented artist in your art class uses you as his inspiration for his next art project.

writer's note ─ guys look who's in her writer era rn...(pls don't kill me i'll post a bot as soon as I can (っ◞‸◟ c) anyways is this cringey..bffr. this was a little rushed, but if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

every monday, you sat in the very back corner of the art class, hiding behind your sketchbook like it was a shield. it wasn't that you disliked people—it was quite the opposite. but after years of feeling like you didn’t quite fit in, you’d become more comfortable with the quiet company of your own drawings.

the art room was a sanctuary for your overactive mind, the smell of pencils and paint grounding you as you buried yourself in your sketchbook that seemed to never be seen not in your grasps. art was your escape, a way to calm the swirling doubts and insecurities that threatened to overflow. it was a safe place, a world where you controlled the narrative, where the flaws you saw in yourself could be erased with a few gentle strokes of an eraser.

across the room sat riki with his easel, eyes flicking between his canvas and you. you never noticed his gaze, too wrapped up in your own world of ink and charcoal. riki, however, had noticed you from the very start. he was the star of the art class, his talent and charisma shining brightly, while you preferred to stay in the shadows, content with your obscured invisibility.

it all started with a simple sketch. riki's eyes would wander to the corner of the art room where you sat regularly, quietly perfecting your sketches. he couldn't help but be captivated by the way you looked—the natural beauty you seemed to obtain. looking at you was like a breath of fresh air to riki, and before he knew it, he began to absentmindedly sketch you in his notebook. his pencil danced gracefully across the pages adorning his sketchbook, capturing the rarity of your smile that, when it did appear, could light up the entire room. he detailed how your soft hair framed your face perfectly and the way you seemed lost in your world of unique sketches.

as the days went by, riki found himself increasingly drawn to you, basking in your presence while also capturing your essence on paper. your every move, every subtle expression, only encouraged him to continue drawing you, each sketch more intricate and heartfelt than the last. and as the days continued to fly by, those graphite drawings were transferred to big white canvases, riki’s gentle hands preciously stroking lines of perfection on the pristine surface as his project started to slowly come to life.

as another monday approached, the school’s art class gathered in the same art room, plagued with the smell of paint and the sounds of chatter. you were working on your own project when riki approached you, a charming smile tugging at his lips and his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“hey, i was wondering if you’d like to come to my art show next friday. it’s going to be at the gallery downtown.”

you blinked up at him, surprise evident on your face at the sudden question. "me? are you sure?" you practically blurted out, your eyes glancing around you like you were checking if it was really you he was asking.

"of course," he said without a single stutter and a simple nod. "i’d really like you to be there y/n."

your heart fluttered, and you found yourself reluctantly agreeing before your insecurities could convince you otherwise. the rest of the week passed in a blur of nervous anticipation. your mind would often wander to why riki would invite you out of all people to his art show. he was a great artist, but he wanted you specifically?

no matter how hard you tried to push the curiosity to the back of your mind, you often found yourself lying in bed at night, thinking about it. so to keep your mind busy without the thoughts of the approaching art show, you drew. you drew until the erasers on your pencils were worn down to thin layers of rubber. clearly you found solace in your drawings, using your skills to sketch out your worries and fears, finding a strange comfort in the activity.

the day of the art show arrived, and the gallery was filled with stunning artwork. your mood was already down when you glanced at yourself in the mirror before you left, feeling a bit of distaste for how you looked in the outfit you were wearing. you were already late as it was, so you knew you wouldn’t have time to change. luckily, you knew that the sight of new art pieces would bring your mood up.

you wandered through the displays, admiring your classmates' talents, but your mind kept drifting back to that nagging topic that seemed to not want to leave you alone: riki's invitation. what had he created that he was so eager for you to see?

when you reached riki's section, your breath caught in your throat. there, among his vibrant paintings, was a series of drawings that unmistakably depicted you. drawn with such delicacy, riki’s spread captured you in every piece, the lines and colors bringing out a beauty you never saw in yourself. you stood in front of them, stunned, a mix of emotions swirling within you.

“do you like it?” riki's voice broke through your thoughts. he stood beside you, his eyes searching yours for a reaction.

“riki, this... this is me,” you whispered, stumbling on your words a little as you tried to process the hand-painted pieces in front of you.

he nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. “yes, it is. i wanted to show you how i see you. you're beautiful, even if you don't realize it.”

you felt your cheeks heat up, a mixture of embarrassment and admiration swirling inside you. “all those times you were so focused on your canvas in class...they were all dedicated to me?” you spoke out, shock and hesitation evident in your voice as your eyes scanned every line and detail on the painting.

“but… i never knew you were drawing me,” you said softly, your gaze averting to the ground for a second to hide the way your cheeks were dusted a light pink.

he laughed lightly, watching your gaze falter from him for a moment as he nodded his head. “i didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. i wanted to show you how incredible you are, through my eyes.”

you listened to his explanation, unsure of what to say at that moment. you desperately wanted to thank him, to tell him how much this meant to you. but the lingering thoughts about the way you looked and the idea of others seeing you in his art held you back. soon enough, your self-doubt bubbled up once more, making you look away. “but...why me? there are so many more interesting subjects—i’m just...me.”

riki paused for a moment, before gently taking your hand, his touch gentle yet grounding. “exactly. you’re you, and that’s what makes you amazing. i know it’s hard to see yourself that way, but i wanted to show you what i see. every time you pick up a pencil, you create something extraordinary. that’s the real you.”

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, a mix of overwhelming emotion and gratitude. “thank you, riki. i never thought anyone saw me like this.”

he squeezed your hand, his eyes sincere. “you deserve to see yourself the way others do, the way i do. and if it takes a bunch of paintings to help you realize that, then so be it.”

you smiled through the tears, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. for the first time in a long while, you felt seen—not just as the quiet girl in the corner, but as someone truly beautiful and worthy.

riki’s art had given you a gift more precious than words. it was a mirror reflecting not your insecurities, but your inner strength and beauty. and in that moment, surrounded by his paintings, you slowly began to believe in the image they portrayed.

the gallery buzzed around you, but all you could focus on was riki and his unwavering support. “thank you,” you whispered again, and he simply smiled, his own eyes shining with pride as he whispered back, his arms pulling you into a warm embrace that was like a balm to your worries.

“no, thank you. for being my muse, for being you.”

𝓢igning off... @pnghoon

── 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [OPEN 🗯] @onlyhees @amouriu @greentulip @enhluv1 @samiikeu @hoonwhile @dearrwoni @luvvsim @jakesangel

[jayujus]

JOAH (I LIKE YOU) - CHAPTER 1

— 01 : PLS ONE CHANCE BRO

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[solarwoniii]

BOYFRIEND SNAPS WITH ! nishimura riki

fluff, crack :D

★ my perm taglist ; @hunbun07 @metalchick529 @chewryy @haesunflower !

★ sunghoon vers. sunoo vers.

[hoonzsn]

pls enha tutoring date!!!

CRUSHING !! — how would enha maknae line be like on a tutoring date?

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ JUNGWON would try his best to keep you entertained, yet still be able to finish your work together. I feel like he’d be very responsible and able to finish it all in time, just so when you’re done you can have more quality time together. “I’m done, are you?” He’d ask, stretching in his chair as he looked for a sign of confirmation from you. Once he got it, a smile would be on his face, knowing that you both were productive, yet still spent time together.

⊹₊ ⋆ SUNOO and you would sit in the library, arguing about the smallest of things, whether it be he stole your eraser that you had bought a week prior to when he stole it before, or he broke your pencil by accidentally squeezing it too tight. The two of you would chit-chat until the library woman would come in and tell you guys to either leave the premises or quiet down. (This was not her first time coming to your table.) “We should really focus now..” He’d say, yet you two would find something else to talk about the moment one of you does something.

⟡˖ ࣪ NI-KI would be nagging at you every second he got. He sees you actually studying and not giving him attention? He’ll kick your leg under the table to make you look at him, then he’d give you a foolish smile and pretend he did it on accident. He’d whine every moment, because he was ‘bored’ by watching you study. (when he could literally just study himself smh) “Are you done? I’m so bored.” Once he heard you mention the reason you’re studying is because of an upcoming exam, his eyes would immediately widen. “what? when did we have an exam?!”

AN — yippie i’ve posted so much today HELPP i think im going crazy this is so fun i love posting omg

TAGLIST— @zuritastic

[talkingsaxy2]

˚₊☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅𐙚˙⋆.˚ song rec: orange flower - enhypen ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅𐙚˙⋆.˚

please don't repost, requests open!

[wonizz-z]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🫐 ⋅  ni-ki moodboard ⚝ !

like or reblog if use/save

[mini-garden-won]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WELL HE DID IN THE CHOREO. proud of you my baby🥺 (THE TALKING SECTION WAS SO CUTE HOW HE WAS SO SHY AND AWKWARD AND I JUST ODUNHMSWJHNDSH)

[cockinator3000]

nobody looking at that damn flower pot!

[p-erse-phone]

Losing Focus - Ch. 5

- 05 : who?

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[skznha]

ni-ki + stray kids layouts

[jayujus]

JOAH (I LIKE YOU) - CHAPTER 35

— 35 : psych ward

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a/n ❀ : ITS OVER.💔💔💔💔 i literally cannot believe it i loved writing this and all the support i got i appreciate it so so so much 🫶🫶 i hope you all enjoyed this and i'll definitely be writing more smaus in the future as they're so fun 😭😭😭 ill miss rikiyn very much 😢😞

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[hoonzsn]

TO READ ?! — all my posts in one!!

- ONE SHOTS !!

⋆౨ৎ LHS — next time — complete

⋆౨ৎ SJY — kiss me — complete

⋆౨ৎ PSH — mess it up — complete

⋆౨ৎ PJS — love struck — complete

⋆౨ৎ KSN — nothing here…

⋆౨ৎ YJW — last love — complete

⋆౨ৎ NSHMR — motion sickness ?! — complete

˖ ࣪⊹ SCENARIOS

⊹ ࣪ ˖ HYUNG LINE ‘CRUSHING !’ — uncomfortable event

⊹ ࣪ ˖ MAKNAE LINE ‘CRUSHING !’ — tutoring date

⊹ ࣪ ˖ HYUNG LINE ‘CRUSHING !’ — situationship smau

⊹ ࣪ ˖ HYUNG LINE ‘CRUSHING !’ — ‘bro’-calling smau

+ more coming soon !!

ೀ SERIES

⋆⑅˚ SJY — photo book ! — discontinued atm, — waiting room — ongoing

⋆⑅˚ PSH — hotline ‘love-spot’ — ongoing