#ni-ki x yn

[stariikis]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐧𝐫𝐤 ˖ ࣪⭑

synopsis ; like the moon needs the stars, riki's whole life would crumble without you. his inspiration, greatest motivation, and his muse.

pairing ; artist!nishimura riki x muse!reader genre ; fluff, established rs, realllly really short drabble of thoughts

this love's possessing me, but i don't mind at all

There are a million ways to say, 'I love you.'

Aren't there?

One chasing after their certain eye-candy may purchase a whole bouquet of that person's favourite flowers. Another would pour their heart and soul onto a piece of paper, a subtle love confession decorated with stickers and fanciful designs. Another might try their hardest to impress them with whatever their forte is.

Riki, however, takes all these and mashes them into one gorgeous painting on an easel.

He emerges from his 'workplace', one of the study rooms in your shared apartment. A blank canvas, about the size of his hand, accompanies him out. Not to mention the various brushes, the bristles sticking out all over the place revealing how loved they are. The paints, watercolour in a small box, acrylic aligned in their designated tubes, and oils of any colour possible.

Lips puckered in a pouting motion, he scans you as if wondering what light he wants to paint you in today. Where he wants to set up his painting station for the next few hours.

The reasons for his choice of background go from the smallest of things to the most obvious. It could simply be the style of your choice of clothes, but once it had been because of the way you reacted when he woke you up in the morning.

He used a fiery red base colour for that artwork. Perfectly encapsulating the constant frown you wore the rest of the day. His words, not yours. They could only ever be his words.

When he finally dismissed you from 'work', he paid you for your efforts with a kiss.

Your sour expression morphed instantly. In the blink of an eye, it was almost as if you had never woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

it's taking over me, don't wanna fight the fall

Today he quietly brings you to the edge of a field, just as sundown occurs. He looks up at the sky, cotton candy clouds bleeding into a warm hue of orange. Nothing leaves his mouth. An absolute silence has overcome him.

And knowing that there's no need for you to break it, there's no need to coax him out of this state for the better, comforts you deep down to the core.

It's like you know exactly how to go about routine, as you settle yourself in the wispy, tall grass and wait for him to set up his materials. However, after propping up his easel, he doesn't unpack his paints and brushes like he usually does. He doesn't unroll his scuffed-with-paint marks apron.

He merely gazes at you, soft and mesmerised.

As an artist, he should have neutral feelings towards his muse. He should be evoking surrounding emotions and feelings. He should be drawing them from deep within himself, and expressing them on the canvas before him.

A muse is only meant to be an inspiration. At times, it's the subject of the art piece. However, it's never the sole purpose.

But the way Riki looks at you proves all that wrong. The way his calloused hands held yours on the way to this destination. The way he scoots closer to you just as you drift off into sleep, and whispers all the newest paintings he's made. He confesses all the sketches he makes are of you. He can't get you out of his mind, he murmurs in a shaky tone, he can't rid himself of your influence on his artistry.

But he's so in love.

Why would he ever want to?

it's like supernatural ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖

thank you for reading! i'm so sorry to anyone expecting me to write any other members. i'm just too addicted to writing for riki... i promise they will have their own fics soon. pls scold me if i don't churn them out... TT

[im-yn-suckers]

ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ? ✧˖° bf!riki x gf!reader ✧˖° tw: kissies, cuddles, mention of stress, reader is said to be short but that could literally js mean shorter than him, and only sorta maybe perhaps a little kinda self indulgent bc i want a riki ^^ a little disclaimer: idk if riki listens to all of these, as they just come off of my playlist !

your desk is covered in pens, pencils, sticky notes and other supplies. ah yes, another paper, but this time you finished in time. previously you were worrying about getting in on time and if you did it right. will the professor think its good? will i get a good grade? i hope i didnt mess up

all of these thoughts crowded your mind for days maybe even weeks. it brought you tears and pride. the final paper you so horridly dreaded now turned in as you leave your desk, not bothering to clean it up. you walk over to your bf, who was busy playing league on the couch, that filled up, almost, the entire room.

you plop down next to him, leaning on his shoulder. his scent intoxicating you, god, how you missed it for the last 3 hours. "you done pretty girl?" he asks, though not looking down, too focused on his game. you only nod. minutes pass and youre still cuddled up to him. soon enough, he turns the tv off and turns toward you, fully sideways. he lets himself fall back onto the couch, allowing you to fall w him.

a giggle leaves his pretty lips, as you fall on top of him. the couch cant fit the both of you so he improvised. you lay your head on his shoulder, almost his clavicle. you lightly peck the skin-exposed by his black hoodie-covered by pretty moles. "youre squishing me!" "shhh this was all you" he sighs in defeat. "lets go to the bed then" you sigh, not wanting to move.

on the bed, you two lay on your backs, close together. something about his calm presence when you two are in bed, ready to fall asleep, is so comforting. maybe it was his scent, as mentioned, its intoxicating, almost dizzying. or maybe his giant figure next to yours, offering a sense of protection. maybe his soft breaths as he lays down, scrolling tiktok, not quite ready to sleep, yet.

"baby, baby!" he perks up, seeing a video "hm?" you respond, on the verge of falling asleep. your eyelids droopy. "lets make a playlist and take turns adding songs!" you giggle as you hear the idea, finding it quite endearing. you nod in agreement. he opens his laptop and pulls up spotify.

tapping the plus, he creates a new playlist. "what should we name it?" he asks, trying to complete the first step. "mmmm idk, something short but cute" he types in your name to tease you. "hey!" "what?? you said short and cute!" he deletes the name, trying to think of a new one.

"wait! ki! yk the song tell my momma by kard?" you have an idea, hoping its a good one. "uhm i know OF it, why?" "how bout we put 'ill do anything to make our love last long'?" you suggest a long but sweet lyric "baby, thats corny" "so is making a playlist tgt" silence. "ugh ig ure right" you giggle and he puts down the lyric.

"ok songs, you add one first" he pushes the laptop your way and you think for a moment you add the first song, every kind of way by h.e.r, he smiles seeing the song. he takes his turn "where is love" by 3house. your turn again, "wa-r-r" by colde. his turn again, "someone like u" by lullaboy "infranumi" by steve lacy, "pink+white" by frank ocean. "seasons" by wave to earth, "3:00 am" by finding hope it goes back and forth adding songs and laughing

once you two finish, he shuts the laptop, reaching over to set it down. he turns to his side to grab you and pull you close to him. his arms wrapping around you. he presses a little kiss to your lips saying goodnight.

[lcvclywon]

1:56 am | niki x female reader , best friends to ?, college au

── warnings: kissing, cursing, drinking, vomiting, skinship | wc: 1.31k

an | it's a canon event that i come onto this acc every few months js to write self projecting fics then dip, also new layout ig!

“Another shot!” it was the fifth time niki had heard you call those words out and he figured it was time to intervene before he would be lugging you home slung across his shoulders 

Before you could even grab the drink niki quickly downed the whole thing stopping you in your tracks – quite evidently leaving you annoyed. In all honesty niki was doing you a favour, he just inhaled two shots worth of tequila for you and he was never known to be big on hard liquor. Though his efforts remained in vain, from the corner of his eye he noticed the all too familiar glint of red plastic in your hand a bit too late – there goes your liver.

“YN come on I think that’s enough drinks for tonight-” niki insisted whilst attempting to push you away from the living room coffee table that had turned into a pseudo beer pong station – sticky with alcohol and swarmed by intoxicated laughing.

“Stop you’re so lame,” despite his firm grasp on your wrist you managed to put up a pretty hefty fight before wriggling yourself loose “I had like what- 5 drinks?”

“Plus 6 more at pregraming” karina managed to chime in – and of course that’s when she decides to join in the convo – much to your annoyance her comment completely juxtaposed her pouring tequila down your throat 15 minutes prior. 

Snapping a dirty glare you were about to defend yourself until niki’s voice boomed through your ears.

“11 drinks? Do you want to die of alcohol poisoning or something?” caring as always – god you hated that. 

Of course you knew niki cared about you, it was just – certain times his kindness felt misplaced. Like when you would offhandedly mention liking that cherry glazed lip gloss you saw displayed at a price far too high to be considered, yet the product was already in niki’s hand and checked out before you could even get a say. Or when you would find 10000 won slipped under your wallet after club meetings where you had been incessantly complaining about your growling stomach, a small note attached to it with his toddler like handwriting – laughable but endearing. Or the times you would find yourself flooded in club meetings and activity preparations, somehow niki always managed to lighten the load. You appreciated it really – but you could never get rid of the annoyance that brewed in your gut. 

“Does he do this for all his other friends? I mean we’re close but – there’s a line.”

He had to know the implications of his actions right? Or were you just imagining things you wanted. 

Your friendship always seemed to balance on a tightrope of something you knew wasn't platonic – but if you never acted on it hey, what’s the harm done? Who were you to decline his offers? He’s just kind, he’s nice. He’s just niki. 

This was just another instance of him caring far too much for your liking. It bothered you but you masked it with banter as always. “Dude I’m fine- like really it’s noth-” and suddenly the sickening sensation of warmth trickling up your throat plagued your senses. You made a B-line for the bathroom. 

Quickly following behind niki kneeled down behind you, his hands immediately rushing to hold your hair back as you puked your guts out (again.) and even though vomit was pouring out your throat somehow niki’s fingertips brushing against your cheek overpowered the burning sensation of bile gushing out. 

The warmth of his breath tickled the nape of your neck whilst his other hand reached over to trace circles on your back in attempts to soothe you. You were vomiting your guts out, the least romantic situation one could be in, and you could only focus on niki’s gaze burning into the back of your head. 

Shooting your head up niki reached to wipe your mouth with discarded tissue paper, quietly mumbling under his breath “yeah that’s enough for today…” and for once you could only nod. 

The trip back to his apartment was a blur. You could only really remember the frustration that lingered in his words as he muttered “you’re two years older, why am I the one having to take care of you…” suddenly you were transported back to when you were 6 sitting through your mothers scoldings.

His frustrated pout and furrowed eyebrows however didn’t bring out the same fear your mother did though, you could only giggle thinking about how funny this whole situation was. Looping your arm with his you feigned innocence, putting on your best pout and repeated apologies (you never meant them) until you reached his shabby studio apartment. 

“Stop YN…” his tone unusually firm, you took notice to how he attempted to remove his arms from your grasp. Huh, why did that bother you?

“Wait – are you seriously mad?” you were shocked but in all honesty it wouldn’t be too surprising considering he had cleaned up your messes far too many times to count. Trailing behind him like a puppy you awaited a response whilst he picked through his clothes to find something suitable for you to wear. Your eyes drilled in on his expression, he seemed- uneasy.

“No YN it’s-” sighing out he handed you his worn grey shirt that was five sizes too big and a pair of grey sweatpants that you knew you would have to fold over just for them to barely hang on your hips “you’re just always like this when you’re drunk”

“Like what?”

“Just, insincere.” Now what the hell was that supposed to mean? “Just change we can talk in the morning”

You were in awe. Niki was being uncharacteristically moody and you really couldn’t pinpoint why. A part of you felt annoyed that he even had the audacity to talk about insincerity when none of his actions were ever genuine either. At least you never thought they were. 

Slipping into his oversized clothing that hung over you like a drape you made your way to his bed and laid down beside him as he leaned against the headboard picking aggressively at the loose seams in his shirt. 

“You’re just-” he finally started, still avoiding your gaze though “you get too clingy…” the position you guys were in really didn’t help your case too much either 

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“It’s just, none of this feels right when it’s ingenuine” he said before adjusting himself to lay flat next to her.

“Do you want it to be or something?”

Silence. 

“You know I could honestly say the same thing about you though,” even whilst bickering your hand seemed to find its way to the dip of his collarbones, tracing circles across its smooth exterior “don’t you know what your actions mean?”

“Yeah, I do” 

You could only laugh in disbelief, yeah and he wants to talk about not being genuine.

“You don’t stop me though” his hands found themselves nested in your knotted hair, looping it back and forth between his fingers. He wasn’t wrong, you never did stop him, perhaps it was because you never felt like it was too much of a big deal – or maybe a small part of you hoped he would finally get enough of your oblivion and cross the line. 

Engulfed in silence you could only gaze down at his fingers that were now entangled with yours, his hands previously playing with your locks of hair now adjusted to nest you close to his chest for you to hear his heartbeat. You figured your silence was enough of an answer – it always was. 

Drifting off to sleep you felt the gentle pressure of his lips on the top of your forehead before muttering out that you were probably tired in lieu of a goodnight. 

Somehow it always ended this way, and somehow you’d rather settle for that than an answer.

[ghostiiess]

“you’re my red string”

synopsis: because ni-ki called you ‘bro’, you decided to tease him back with a silent treatment.

warnings: petnames (babe and baby), mention of kisses on the cheek and on your hand, i think that's all? let me know if there's more!

type: fluff (ni-ki’s imagines will always be sfw!!)

wc: around 1k

member: ni-ki from enhypen x gender neutral reader (no pronouns used to describe y/n)

reblogs and likes are really appreciated! not too sure about the end, but lmk if you liked it :D

english's not my main tongue. sorry if i made any mistakes!

permanent taglist: @nsb-rkive @firebenderwolf @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

It's been about three hours since your boyfriend jokingly called you “bro”. He knew you didn't really like the nickname, but he liked teasing you. For him, seeing your cute reaction and your smile was probably the highlights of his day. That's probably one of the many reasons why he deliberately teased you…

You weren't exactly the kind of person who would use the silent treatment to get what you wanted, but you were curious to see his reaction. After all, you also liked to see him smile.

- I'm home! he exclaimed.

You smiled a little, then waited. This was going to be fun.

Not hearing your voice, Ni-Ki repeated the sentence he had just spoken:

- Babe? Are you there?

Your boyfriend and you shared an apartment, and let's just say that the times he uttered the phrase "I'm home" were pretty rare... He always came home late because of his hard work, and he had a lot of practice. It wasn't part of your ritual not to greet him when you were both in the apartment. The rare moments you had together that weren't during the night when you were asleep, you usually played video games with him and listened to him talk about his upcoming concerts and projects with his music group.

Still not hearing you, you could hear a sigh from him. He knew you were there: your shoes were in the hall. You heard him walk from the front door to the living room, where he found you on your phone, no headphones, no videos playing in the background, your ears perfectly tuned to hear him greet you a few minutes earlier.

- Hi.

You didn't even look at him.

- Are you deaf? he laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. I was waiting for your hug...

Whenever he came home, you always put your arms around Ni-Ki's shoulders. You knew he didn't like that kind of attention from people he didn't know very well, but from you? He loved it. He loved the gentle attention you gave him, the loving names you called him, the cuddling time he spent with you... He loved it, but he would never dare to say it to your face.

- Are you okay? Do you sleep with your eyes open now?

You moved to let him know you weren't sleeping, to let him know what you were doing: a silent treatment.

- Oh, I see what you're doing, Y/N...

He gave you a faint smile.

- It's because I called you bro, isn't it?

You didn't answer, which confirmed that he was right.

- You know I said that just to tease you, right? I didn't mean it. And if it makes you feel any better, I'd say you're my best bro.

You obviously didn't answer.

- So you won't talk? All right, then I'll have to make you talk.

Without letting you react, Ni-Ki took your hand and gave it a simple kiss, hoping it would work.

- Do you want to talk now?

Seeing your resistance, your boyfriend approached you, then gave you a kiss on the cheek and a small smile:

- No reaction? That's strange, you always smile when I kiss your cheek...

Sighing, he rested on the back of the sofa.

- It's not easy to make you talk...

Then he had an idea.

- If I can't make you react physically, I'll make you react verbally.

You looked at him and immediately regretted it: he was way too cute.

- I'll tell you what I like about you, and I'll stop when you're tired of me.

He cleared his throat, then began:

- First of all, I love your eyes. I could get lost in them for years and never get tired of it.

Hoping you would answer, he sighed. He missed you, your words, your affection.

- Second, I love your hands. They're so soft…, he added, taking one of your hands and kissing the top of it.

He crossed his fingers with yours and gave you a small smile.

- I love your smile. You always light up the room with yours and every time you smile I think it couldn't be more beautiful, but I'm wrong every time.

You had to bite your lips to hide your smile. You knew you weren't subtle, but you couldn't control your desire to smile.

- Is that a smile I see? Does that mean I can live with a real person again and not a statue? he laughed.

Running a hand through his hair, he continued:

- Should I continue?

Still without an answer, Ni-Ki took the opportunity to continue.

- I like your personality. Actually, I don't think the word "like" is strong enough. I love your personality... You're probably one of the people who means the most to me. You always greet me with a smile on your face and you are always understanding about my schedule and my practices.

While playing with your fingers, he went on:

- You're always there for me, trying to make me smile and feel good, and I really appreciate that.

Your lips hurt. You couldn't stop smiling. You tried to hide it, but it was no use: Ni-Ki would always manage to make you smile.

He sighed:

- And I want you to know that even if you're giving me the silent treatment, I will always love you. Even if I don't show it sometimes, I appreciate you and you're one of the people I care about most.

Seeing your smile gradually spreading, he added:

- And if I may say so, I think you're my red string... I don't really believe in signs and myths or anything like that, but I think this is true. At least I think it is for us.

The Japanese myth of the red string: the one you were passionate about. Ni-Ki and you thought it was cute to know that everyone had a string around them that was attached to someone else.

You couldn't go on any longer. You smiled and put your hands in front of your face.

- I can't go on, you're too cute!

He chuckled slightly:

- You're just obsessed with me, admit it.

- Keep telling yourself that.

He smiled, then kissed you gently on the lip before letting you speak:

- Did you mean any of those things?

He rolled his eyes, then smiled.

- Of course, I did, you silly.

[hazelira]

the smallest peace

Ni-ki shifted slightly, his arms growing heavier from holding the baby for so long, but he didn’t mind. She was so small yet solid, her weight warm and reassuring against him. However, her constant squirming made him raise a brow.

The little one stirred again, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she kicked her pudgy feet. She switched sides without warning in her sleep, leaning her entire body onto Ni-ki's chest with an audible thud. He grunted quietly, the breath leaving him as she settled against him once more.

“You’re a little troublemaker, aren’t you?” he muttered under his breath, though his voice was laced with amusement.

She shifted again, her chubby cheek squishing against his shirt while her tiny, grabby hands fumbled for something to hold onto. Her fingers latched onto the fabric at his collar, tugging it in that oddly strong way babies had. Ni-ki glanced down at her, only to find her lips slightly parted, her breathing even as she finally seemed to fall into a deeper sleep.

Still, her constant squirming didn’t stop. She wriggled like she had an entire world of energy, flipping her face to the other side of his chest, and this time, Ni-ki couldn’t help it.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he carefully reached down and pinched the softest part of her chubby cheek—just a tiny, gentle squeeze.

Her cheek was so pudgy it practically bounced back, the softest thing he’d ever felt. He let out a breathy chuckle he didn’t even realize he was holding.

“What are you made of?” he whispered, his voice soft, afraid he might wake her. He moved his hand again to gently press his thumb against her squishy arm, marvelling at her chunkiness.

The baby made a slight sound of protest—a sleepy whine—before nuzzling her face even deeper into his chest as if claiming him altogether. Her tiny hand shot out to grab his necklace again, and Ni-ki froze for a second, watching her determined little fingers pull at the chain.

“Hey,” he murmured, exasperation mixed with fondness as he carefully pried her fingers away. “This isn’t for you.”

The baby made a tiny huff in her sleep as if annoyed by his interference, and Ni-ki couldn’t stop the smile that broke through his usually composed demeanour. His thumb traced lightly along her rounded arm again, feeling the warmth of her little body pressed against him.

He let out a soft sigh, his gaze shifting toward you as you slept peacefully on the bed, oblivious to the quiet scene. You looked serene, your chest's faint rise and fall calming him in ways he didn’t understand.

With the baby still curled against him, Ni-ki leaned his head back, his eyes flickering to the ceiling momentarily. The heaviness of the night lingered—lingering threats, open windows, and worries—but all of it dimmed with the baby in his arms.

“You’re lucky,” he whispered to the sleeping child. “You’ve got your mama’s patience. I’m the one you’ll have to watch out for.”

The baby stirred again at his voice, her mouth opening in a small, sleepy yawn before smacking her lips softly. She wriggled again, making Ni-ki grunt as he adjusted her weight again.

“You’re heavy for something so small,” he muttered, though he couldn’t deny the faint warmth in his chest as he watched her settle again.

As he carefully smoothed a hand over her wispy hair, Ni-ki’s features softened, and his thumb gently brushed over her chubby, flushed cheek once more. She didn’t stir this time, her breathing calm and even.

With the faintest smile lingering on his lips, Ni-ki leaned back again and closed his eyes. The weight of the night still lingered, but in this small, quiet moment—with you peacefully asleep nearby and the baby snuggled securely against him—he let himself feel it:

Peace.

A fleeting, fragile peace he didn’t know he’d been searching for.

[dvrk-moon]

LEE HEESEUNG ; 이희승

BOYFRIEND!HEESEUNG HEADCANONS

requested : no

genre : fluff, crack

pairing : lee heeseung x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of death, playful lying

boyfriend!heeseung who tweets “my girl is mad at me i hope i die” when you argue

boyfriend!heeseung who tries to teach you how to play his games but fails because he gets distracted by you

boyfriend!heeseung who forces you to assume the role of passenger princess

boyfriend!heeseung who cooks you ramen and calls it a five-course meal

boyfriend!heeseung who still flirts with you despite already dating

boyfriend!heeseung who always makes you late in the morning because he has a death grip on you when he sleeps

boyfriend!heeseung who never leaves your side at parties

boyfriend!heeseung who makes his lockscreen and homescreen pictures of you

boyfriend!heeseung who always calls you super late with the intent of only talking for like 10 minutes but then ends up not hanging up so you talk for 4+ hours

boyfriend!heeseung who squishes your cheeks because you give him cuteness aggression

boyfriend!heeseung who refuses to talk to you when he’s heavily under the influence because he “has a girlfriend” (it’s you. he’s no cheater)

boyfriend!heeseung who lies about minuscule harmless things because he thinks it’s funny that you’re gullible

boyfriend!heeseung who tries to be romantic and feed you but accidentally drops food on himself

boyfriend!heeseung who made the most elaborate and extra effort to ask you to be his girlfriend

boyfriend!heeseung who acts really strangely in public because he wants to scare off other women

a/n : sorry for inactivity i am soooo busy lol

[soombee]

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[rikijordanjr]

~STUBBORN~

pairing: idol! ni-ki nishimura x fem! reader | angst | content: ni-ki and yn have a little argument | without warning | words: 280|

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[00:25]

Your relationship with Ni-ki is not perfect, even if you are angry with each other because of an argument, he always claims that you are fine in front of the members, because he wants the situation with you to remain private, just you and him, no others people.

But one day you broke this 'rule' of his, you ended up talking to Jay deeply, wondering how ni-ki is with you and if everything is okay because there is a tension between you and him. Then you told him everything, and of course Jay talked to him about that.

that's why you ended up arguing with ni-ki..

"Why the heck does Jay have to be your lawyer?!" Ni-ki told you bluntly, speaking as if you committed a crime by communicating with Jay about the fight with him

"my lawyer?” you repeated, annoyed by the insults he was saying

he paused looking away, then approached you with a death glare "can't you talk to me? do Jay have to talk for you, YN?!"

You stood still, looking down unsure of how you were supposed to defend this. You didn't want Jay to speak for you, you just talked to him about your relationship issues, what's so wrong?

"Can't you keep this private, YN? will the whole company find out tomorrow that we were fighting or what?" he said glaring at you, moving away from your figure

"why are you like this?” you whispered, struggling to keep the tears from falling

But he just ignored you, he was too stubborn to realize that he was hurting you with his words.

and you know that he will not take the first step to ask for forgiveness.

[miainthestarsss]

➤ I’ll save you a seat..

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➤ 𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥¡𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫��� 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦¡𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ➤ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ➤ 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ➤ 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

It had been a week. Seven days of learning how to live in a world without Riki. Seven days of waking up alone, facing the emptiness he left behind. Each day felt surreal, like you were floating through someone else’s life, someone who’d lost the person they loved most in the world. And every day, without fail, you found yourself here—right by his side, or at least, what was left of it.

The cemetery was quiet, a peaceful sort of solitude you’d begun to crave. The flowers you’d laid on his grave yesterday were starting to wilt, but you let them be, somehow unwilling to part with them just yet. You carefully placed down the food and snacks you’d packed in a small basket, spreading them out on the blanket beside you, as if you were waiting for him to show up, sit down, and start picking at everything with that familiar, mischievous grin of his.

You placed a few of his favorite snacks near the headstone, the absurdity of it almost making you laugh through the tears that threatened to spill. “Don’t worry,” you said softly, glancing at the headstone as if it held a piece of him. “I brought extra for you… even though, if you were here, you’d just steal all of mine anyway.” A faint, sad smile played on your lips. “Like that time you ate my entire stash of cookies and then claimed it was ‘just one or two.’”

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you took a sip from your soda can, staring at the headstone as you continued to talk to him. It was almost comforting, like he could somehow hear you from wherever he was now.

“I know you’d laugh at me,” you muttered, rolling your eyes at yourself, “sitting here and talking to a piece of rock like you’re gonna answer me back. But it’s… it’s all I have left of you now.” Your voice broke, and you let out a shaky breath, willing yourself to keep going. “You’d tease me for this, too. Probably tell me to get a life and stop hanging around here.”

A light breeze swept through the air, brushing over your face like the ghost of his touch, and you closed your eyes, pretending, just for a moment, that it was him. You reached into your bag, pulling out your phone, scrolling to your list of movies. “I brought that movie you always wanted to see but never got around to watching. Remember?” you asked, wiping a stray tear as you spoke. “I said I’d save it for when we could watch it together. So… I guess this is me keeping that promise.”

You pressed play, setting the phone on his headstone so it faced you both, the faint glow of the screen illuminating the stone. The movie started, and you tried to focus on the story, though it was hard, your mind always drifting back to him, to the way he’d laugh at the smallest things, the way he’d try to predict the endings of movies just to prove he could.

Every little thing reminded you of him.

When the movie ended, you let the silence settle around you, the darkness of the evening creeping in, casting long shadows over the cemetery. But you stayed put, ignoring the chill, feeling an odd sense of peace here, like you were closer to him somehow.

“So, I had a rough day today,” you whispered, leaning your head against your knees, staring at the headstone where his name is written on. “Work was the same, but… it’s just not the same without having you to tell all the silly things that happened. You’d probably have something sarcastic to say, or maybe you’d just listen. But you always made everything feel better, you know?”

You paused, letting the words hang in the air, and your voice dropped to a murmur. “I’m not used to this…being separated from you. Ever since we were kids, we’ve never been separated. Now that we do, I don’t know how to keep going, Riki. I don’t know how to live in a world without you. How could I spend my future without a boy I spent my whole life with?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and you didn’t bother wiping them away. You simply sat there, letting the grief wash over you, wondering if you’d ever feel whole again, or if this empty ache would stay with you forever.

When you finally stood to leave, you placed a hand on his headstone, fingers tracing over his name, the cold stone an odd comfort. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” you promised softly. “I… I’ll tell you about my day, just like I always do. And maybe… maybe one day it’ll hurt a little less. I love you. Always.”

The days turned into weeks, and still, you returned to Riki’s grave every evening after work, as if it were part of your routine now—a ritual you clung to, a small comfort in a world that no longer made sense. It was the only time you felt close to him, the only place where the memories didn’t feel so distant.

You’d sit down on the blanket you kept just for this purpose, lay out snacks, and talk to him like you always had, as if he were there listening. You’d laugh at his imagined responses, replaying his usual sarcasm in your head, knowing he’d find it ridiculous. And every time you left, you promised to return, your heart aching with the hollow weight of those goodbyes.

One rainy evening, you were drenched by the time you made it to his grave, but you didn’t care. You sat under the umbrella, water dripping down your face, your hands chilled from the cold. Setting up your usual snacks and your phone to watch a show, you pulled your knees to your chest, talking as if he could hear you over the patter of the rain.

“I got promoted today,” you murmured, staring at his name etched into the stone. “You’d have told me you always knew I’d get it… that I was too talented for them not to notice eventually.” A faint smile crept onto your lips. “But it didn’t feel as good as I thought it would. All I could think about was how I’d normally call you right away, hear you pretend not to care, even though you’d be proud.”

The words caught in your throat, and you hugged your knees tighter, the rain falling harder around you. “Sometimes I think… maybe I’m crazy for being here every day. But it’s like… like you’re still here with me, you know? I keep thinking, if I just keep talking, maybe somehow, you’ll find a way to answer.”

The wind picked up, and you shivered, pressing your hand to the damp earth beside his grave as if to hold onto some part of him, even if it was just a memory. “Do you remember all the times you told me you’d never let me be alone? That no matter what happened, you’d stick around?” A bitter chuckle escaped you. “I’m holding you to that promise, you know. Even now.”

When the rain finally stopped, you stayed a little longer, watching the clouds slowly clear, the stars beginning to peek out in the night sky. You turned to his grave with a sigh. “You’d have loved this,” you whispered. “A whole blanket of stars just for you.”

The days continued, each one a little different, though the ache of loss never softened. Sometimes you’d bring a book and read aloud, just so he could “hear” the stories you used to love. Sometimes you’d bring his favorite candy, leaving a piece for him as if he’d reach out and take it. And on some days, you’d simply sit in silence, letting the quiet comfort you, as if his spirit lingered, listening.

Months later, on a warm, breezy day, you arrived at his grave, setting up as usual, though you didn’t bring snacks this time. Instead, you brought a small envelope, filled with all the little notes and letters you’d written him over the past few months.

With trembling hands, you set the envelope against his headstone, leaning forward to press your forehead to the cool stone. “I… I have to start moving forward, Riki,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. “But I’ll always come back. I’ll always be here, saving a seat for you.”

You pulled back, wiping a tear from your cheek, a faint smile breaking through. “I know you’d tell me to live, to be happy. So I’m going to try… for both of us. Maybe in another life, I don’t have to say you are the one that got away.”

And as you left, you looked back one last time, a quiet promise lingering in the air. You would carry him with you—his laughter, his love, his endless dreams—a part of you, forever.

[skibidihan]

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SUMMARY. hybe debuts a gaming coed group. jake and ni-ki end up streaming along with them on enhypen’s off days, the rest of enhypen following soon after. but you end up catching jungwon’s interest.

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en-cafe ‧𓍢ִ໋☕ ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

a series of enhypen fics revolving around cafes, coffee shops and caffeine-induced romance...

a collaboration with @enwonz !!

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[ash] lee heeseung

almost is never enough - tba trope ; barista x manager office romance synopsis ; heeseung can’t help but fall for the new transfer to his branch. confident and capable, you’re everything he’s dreamed of. but the employees’ code of conduct tells him otherwise, and who is he to break it?

[lee] park jongseong

coffee beans can't grow flowers - tba trope ; barista x florist synopsis ; when a new cafe opens next door, florist jay can’t help but notice the cute barista, and soon he’s searching for an excuse to see her every day. a few mass deliveries and mystery gifts later, your secret admirer practically exposes himself, and you’re not complaining.

[ash] sim jaeyun

you're my best mistake - tba trope ; klutz barista yn x customer synopsis ; spill a cup of coffee on a customer, and you get yourself a date?! you’re a total klutz behind the counter, even more so when a handsome customer like jake appears. and when you accidentally splash his order down his shirt, offering to buy him a new one doesn’t go exactly the way you expected.

[lee] park sunghoon

think he knows - tba trope ; enemies to lovers, new hire x barista mentor synopsis ; when your new hire starts his first day at the cafe, it goes anything but smoothly. sunghoon’s forgetful, a total mess, and all in all gets on your nerves throughout all your shifts together. one big misunderstanding later, you find yourself at his mercy…but why are you starting to fall for the new and improved sunghoon?

[ash] kim sunoo

everybody wanna steal my girl - tba trope ; established r/s, jealousy synopsis ; it’s a normal day at the cafe – at least for you. you order the same frappuccino you get every morning, sunoo pretends you’re a stranger and flirts with you, and you take a seat at your usual spot. but when your ex-schoolmate comes up and strikes conversation, sunoo’s day flips right around.

[lee] yang jungwon

treat you better - tba trope ; nosy barista x customer who catches her r/s cheating on her at the cafe synopsis ; as jungwon’s most faithful and loyal customer, he recognises every face you enter and leave with. so when he spots your boyfriend walk in with a different girl, he knows something’s amiss. with a carefully crafted plan, he exposes your soon to be ex. it seems he’s earned more of your affection than he’d planned, though?

[ash] nishimura riki

when i see you again - completed 30/03/24 ! trope ; barista x customer reunited buddies synopsis ; following an unexpected encounter with a long-lost friend, riki sparks a fresh connection with a familiar face. and what if he wants something more with you this time, and the boundaries of your friendship extends into unfamiliar territory? (news flash: he’s loving every second with you)

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[im-yn-suckers]

࿐‧₊◜·°˖˚♡ idol bf niki x gf reader ‧₊·°˖˚ warnings; skinship, biting, erm being tired and js cutesy yn and niki ‧₊·°˖˚genre; fluff and ig comfort idk ‧₊·°˖˚ mia says; im getting more inspo. let me cook ‧₊·°˖˚

niki arrived a little later, non unusual, because he has dance today or had. once he arrived he greeted you quickly and excused himself to shower.

while he was in there you fixed some tea. you notice he takes a little longer than usual in the shower-something he does when hes sore-and immediately you know hes sore.

once he comes out in sweats and a shirt you lead him to sit on the floor on front of the couch. you sit on the couch behind him and massage the nape of his neck

he sighs in relief and melts under your touch you giggle when he sighs bc who wouldnt. 'whatre you giggling about'

'nothing' 'you sure?' 'mhmm' of course, he doesnt believe you but shrugs it off, used to your silliness

you massage his shoulder down to his bicep, leaning forward and chomping on it. 'what was that for?' 'uhm scientific research' 'oh really? what science' 'uhh-natomy' 'anatomy?' 'anatomy!' 'ok and why is this necessary?' 'good question' he laughs and turns his attention to the tv in front of you guys, sipping the tea you previously made.

once you finish he joins you on the sofa, holding you close and stroking your hair. he presses a light kiss to the crown of your head 'feeling better baby?' 'definitely' you giggle and smile back at him, playing with his free hand.

you fall asleep on the couch together and theres two cups of unfinished tea on the coffee table

[lcvclywon]

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synopsis ᯓ ᡣ after finding yourself buried with stress one night over exams, you eventually break down. thankfully Riki is always there to catch you

now playing > •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10 touch - CAS

warnings ˎˊ˗ crying, mentions of anxiety, mentions of not eating, kissing, skinship, pet names, reader overworking themselves, not proof read

genre ⭑.ᐟfluff

pairings: non-idol bf!riki x female reader

wc ᵎᵎ 0.8k

thoughts frm yuya 💭 this is super bad and super rushed and super self indulgent lol ! i've got finals currently so this idea popped into my head >< sorry if it's bad kbgdkjgb

1:50 AM 

It was well past midnight and you were still hunched over your laptop endlessly working on practice questions and practice papers. The lines of exhaustion and determination blurred together leading you to continue working on your papers out of sheer anxiety that you would fail your exam. 

You knew you were prepared, you studied countless hours, did hundreds of practice papers, and knew the textbook through and through; but a small voice in your head kept incessantly haunting you, plaguing your mind with anxious thoughts and worries. You had to do well. If you didn’t do well then none of this would be worth it. All the hours of studying, the nights of revision, the tears shed, none of it.

Looking down you realised your paper had been stained with teardrops, the pressure had gotten so suffocating that you couldn’t even realise that your thoughts were being verbalised as panting sobs. You wanted to stop, you wanted to tell yourself to snap out of it and finish studying, but you couldn’t. The tears just kept coming, like you had no control over your body. 

“YN? Are you okay?” looking up to see Riki’s head peering through the door he held slightly ajar, your bloodshot eyes met his own. Seeing how defeated and miserable you looked he rushed over instantly, kneeling down to be on eye level with you and interlacing your fingers with his. 

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong? It’s so late why are you still studying baby?”

You tried to pry your hands out of his grasp to wipe your tears away, but his strength overpowered your attempts. “Oh Riki I’m sorry did I wake you? It’s nothing really I just-”

“YN, please don’t say it’s nothing it’s obviously something if you’re crying this much over it,” gently grabbing your shoulders he slowly lifted you up to stand, eyes never leaving your own, “is it the exam?”

With that all the walls you had up before crumbled in an instant, running into his embrace you sobbed into his chest. Cries muffled and his shirt drenched in tears you could only mumble out “What if I don’t do well?” 

“YN what are you talking about, you’ve been studying non-stop,” his hands gently ran over your hair, lulling you into a relaxed state, “you’re pushing yourself over the edge here, you know all the material, it’s no use worrying over it hm?”

“But what if I forget something in the exam?” 

“YN listen to me” he slowly pried himself from the embrace to cup your tear-stained cheeks, tilting your head upwards to face him, “You’re going to do fine baby, but if you don’t get enough sleep or rest that won’t do you any good will it? Have you even had anything to eat?”

Sheepishly you nodded your head while your eyes lay fixed on the floor, too embarrassed to meet his intense gaze, “I had some coffee earlier…”

“Aish that’s not enough is it? You need food for your brain to function, come on let’s go eat something…” his arm wrapped around your wrist in an attempt to lead you out of the room, but you stood there frozen. 

“Can we just,” you let out in a hushed mumble, “can you just hug me for a bit, it felt nice…”

Wordlessly he pulled your body into his: chin resting on the top of your head, fingers raking gently through your hair just as he did moments ago, whispering sweet comforting words in hopes to calm you down. 

Riki knew how much you stressed over exams, this wasn’t the first time he witnessed you breaking down over one. And he always knew the exact thing to say every single time you did. His gentle words and comforting touch always managed to calm down your nerves, this time was no exception. 

Slowly pulling away you looked up to meet his face adorned with a warm smile, his eyes however still had a glint of concern in them.

“Feel better now baby?” he reached over to wipe off remnants of tears dripping down your cheeks

“Yeah…thank you riks.” your words were laced with so much love it took everything in Riki for him not to melt on the spot.

“Of course my YN. Let’s go eat now alright, and no more studying after okay? You need to sleep my love.” you nodded in understanding and slowly followed him out of the room like a lost puppy. After a quick warm meal, Riki helped you wash up before tucking you into bed (as well as himself). 

His arms engulfed you in a soothing embrace and your limbs tangled together as you let his gentle reassurances wash away any worries you had about your exam. Slowly drifting off into sleep, you managed to whisper out a small “I love you” not caring if he could hear it. 

It seems he did as he responded with a quick “I’ll always love you more.” and with that you both allowed yourself to fall into a deep slumber. 

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[hayves1]

who would fit this storyline better?

y/n was best friend with (member) since childhood but as they got older, she developed feelings towards him but he was into someone else already. When she found out he was moving away, she lied about something so he would stay and be with her instead.

yes, it will be angst. (sorry 😭)

I might change some things but this was my idea

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O T 7 A Heartfelt Encounter at 7/11

HEESEUNG

Waiting for a Dream

Eternal Moonlight | @bywons event

blue - keshi

Beneath the Cold

stuck in the cycle - avery lynch

anchored in silence

Wrong Person, Right Time - All 5 Parts

not on the menu {

JAY

Healing Hearts, Bringing Souls

drunk - keshi

spaces between us - avery lynch

tiny steps, warm hearts

rope to nowhere

the weight we share

baby assistant at dada’s work

JAKE

The Girl Before The One

right here - keshi

in the eyes of a wallflower

morning with baby rolls

one more day of you

SUNGHOON

Echoes of a Once Heartbeat

Soaring Skies & Hidden :)s

like i need u - keshi

𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 | ft. Heeseung

second chances

in the quiet of your touch

SUNOO

After The One

atlas - keshi

memories of sunshine

𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔

JUNGWON

Lost in the What Ifs

beside you - keshi

unsaid goodbyes - avery lynch

fragile embrace

fainted confessions

NI-KI

Through the Storm

skeletons - keshi

fragments of us - avery lynch

花吐き病 -> (English translation - hanahaki disease)

the smallest peace

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