' - PT. TWO

«❝ 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ❞» - PT. TWO

Yeonjun was the one to break up with you, so why does he want you back now?

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Pairing: Yeonjun x Reader (female)

Genre: 335 cups of fluff and 3 cups of angst

Warnings: a bit suggestive maybe??? cursing, eating, cheesy cringe stuff hehe, ++ unedited so there may be a lot of mistakes !!

Song: I’ll Never Love This Way Again

(YUH OMG FINALLY I FINISHED THIS REQUEST IM SCREAMING OMG??? i’m so sorry that this took so long, i know a lot of people waited for it 😭😭 and for the anon who requested this bc there wasn’t a notif- keah accidentally deleted it 😭😭. ngl i would die for yeonjun in this. ANYWAY, i hope you enjoyyy~~ i rlly liked doing something like this and yes i have to mention the happiness it gave me at 1am when i finally finished it 😌💕)

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As easy as it was to say compared to real life, Choi Yeonjun was a wreck. A horrible, horrible and you must’ve forget to say- horrible wreck! That is including the duration of time before and after the second time you left.

How he roused one morning to you no where in sight after a vicious night of going out was something he deeply regretted. He would do anything to go back to that day, of course. He wasn’t sure about how you were doing, but jeez did he want to see those bright glints in your eyes whenever you saw him again. To see you smiling like nothing was wrong or giggling when he finally made ticklish contact on those sensitive places or even how you’d frown before him due to his carelessness. His mind drew him back to the ungodly hour of 4am when you scolded him for the scar on his arm he didn’t seem to realize until later and the way you made sure nothing else on his body was hurt. Yeah anyone could tell that didn’t go very well considering he was a boy and you were a girl, but that wasn’t the point!

In simple terms, he missed you more than anyone he’s ever laid eyes upon and the plain truth was that. You weren’t easy to be shaken off his mind after that ordeal of getting you to himself for one, final night. It hurt him most to see the disgusted expression on your face as if you were staring straight at a pile of elephant poop on the ground, not wanting to do anything with it because it was useless and foul. He couldn’t possibly make it your fault too, which meant he shouldn’t have been surprised. Breaking your poor heart by insulting you and taking you for granted, everything was wrong with him for thinking this way!

Whether he liked it or not, his heart said differently about this matter.

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✰ SUMMARY. after all your years of pining for your best friend, Yang Jungwon, you suddenly catch him with his secret girlfriend… which happens to be your other best friend. deciding to forgive and forget, you heartbrokenly cut all ties and fall back into your habits of self isolation. however, that doesn’t go as planned when Nishimura Riki approaches you with an almost-confession and a stolen keychain.

✰ PAIRING. nishimura riki x fem!reader

✰ GENRE. smau, high school au (hyung line are 3rd years and maknae line + reader are 2nd years), fluff, an unintentionally overwhelming amount of angst, acquaintances to friends to lovers, healing slice of life

✰ WARNINGS. cursing, unrequited love, insecurity issues, more on the serious side bc I have no humor, two-thirds smau and one-third written parts, slow pacing, any other warnings will be labeled in their respective chapters

✰ STATUS. complete (started: october 26, 2021 -> ended: february 5, 2022)

♪ playlist ♪

PROFILES 1 || 2

CH.1: “i’m… wanted?”

CH.2: “suck it up buttercup”

CH.3: “keep up with the program bitches”

CH.4: “context would be nice”

CH.5: “social butterfly era”

CH.6: “bitter-edged truth” [written]

CH.7: “popsicle” [written]

CH.8: “it’s a goodbye”

CH.9: “he should be sorry”

CH.10: “i like you” [written]

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badboy!yeonjun x innocent!reader 

word count: 21k

angst, fluff, smut

when your teacher asked you to tutor in the beginning of the school year, you were hesitant even then. 

you knew that it meant your lunch period and one study hall for the day were gonna be completely booked, helping younger kids grasp the basic idea that the mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell.

but then you met one young girl desperate to pass her first test in october and knew your teacher had gotten you, sending a small, defeated smile her way as you gave her the okay to put your name on the list. 

you didn’t expect to come back from winter break with the news that the next student you’d be tutoring wasn’t a sweet 7th grade girl but none other than choi yeonjun. 

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❦ i love it like i love you | ni-ki

↬ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: nishimura riki / ni-ki x reader ↬ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff | requested  ↬ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: none ↬ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 0.7k ↬ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: @onionhaseyeo  ↬ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀs: ni-ki fluff where reader dyes his hair and slight angst because it’s the wrong shade ↬ ᴀ/ɴ: 

i’m glad you liked the first one! hopefully you’ll like this one too 🤞

i felt like this req fit in with an april fools fic so here it is! 

idt there’s rlly angst in this but i tried 

Excited was an understatement to describe the rush coursing through your blood with your current plans for your boyfriend, Ni-ki’s hair. As enhypen’s main hair stylist, you were in charge of their hair for the upcoming comeback. While you were meant to take the boy’s opinions into consideration, it was ultimately up to you. Ni-ki not so subtly showed you what he wanted by sending you 5 pictures of hairstyles that he wanted throughout the week, four of which were dyed ash gray and one that was purple. It was painfully obvious that he didn’t actually want his hair dyed purple for the comeback and probably sent the picture as a joke but you’ve always loved messing with your boyfriend. After all, purple dye was still technically one of the options, right?

Ni-ki was blindfolded to add to the “suspense” of it all but he figured that you’d have enough sense to know which color he truly wanted. As he felt you running your hand through his hair while drying it, he leaned back, reveling in your touch. Despite you asking him to wear a blindfold while you did his hair, he trusted you and looked forward to seeing his hair dyed all week.

“Y/n,” you heard from Ni-ki as you turned off the dryer, the hint of a smirk playing on the corner of your lips.

“Yeah?” you asked while combing out his hair.

“Can I see it now?” As you took off his blindfold,

“Mhm.”  

As his eyes settled on his appearance through the mirror, a feeling of dread washed over him and slight panic filled his chest upon seeing the color. You dyed his hyung’s hair the colors they wanted yet his was… purple? He sent you 5 pictures and only one was dyed purple, that was seriously the one that you decided to go with? He looked up at you,

“This is my hair?” he asked. As he saw the smile leave your face, he instantly regretted asking the question. How could he be stupid, of course, this was his hair you literally dyed it.

“Do you, do you not like it?” you asked, trying to look as sad as you possibly could and it seemed to be working.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, but-”

“But you don’t like it.” Attempting to summon fake tears, Ni-ki’s eyes widened as he saw them starting to form.

“Don’t cry, I- it’s fine. It’s ok. I like it. I love it. Please don’t cry-” but it was too late. Tears were streaming down your face as incoherent words left your mouth. He stood up, height towering over you as he didn’t know what to do. Ni-ki hated seeing you cry because he had no freaking clue how to comfort you. He should’ve seen it coming because it was one of the options that he sent you but he sent it as a joke, not thinking you’d actually go through with it and dye his hair purple.

“You hate it.” He shook his head, taking a step forward and wrapping his arms around you.

“Y/n, I love it like I love you.” As you looked up at him and met his eyes you could see the sincerity, you knew that you had to tell Ni-ki that this wasn’t going to be his hair for the comeback.

“Ni-ki, what day is it today?” you asked.

“April 1st?”

“Mhm?”

“Am I missing something? It’s not our anniversary.”

“No, it’s April 1st.”

“Ok?”

“You’re not gonna have purple hair for the comeback, this was an April Fools prank.” As realization washed over his face, so did relief,

“That’s not fair!” Unable to hold back your laugh,

“Ok, well when you send me 4 pictures of ash gray hair and 1 picture of purple hair, I’m clearly gonna dye your hair purple.” He started playing with the hem of your shirt,

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he muttered.

“It looks good on you though.”

“Can I keep it for the Seventeen interview?”

“Wait, you actually like it?”

“It wouldn’t hurt to keep it purple for a few days. We can dye it ash gray after a few weeks.”

“Next thing you know, Sunoo’s gonna be asking me to dye his hair purple when he sees yours.”

❦ written by riri | blog masterlist

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❃ pairing: Nishimura Riki x gn!reader

❃ genre: romance, high school!au, friends to lovers

❃ warnings: one curse word

❃ summary: in a world where the chances of your crush liking you back are infinitesimal, Riki desperately wished to be part of that minority

“Y/n? What’s your ideal type?” Jake kept pestering you as you were trying to complete your chores. 

“Hmm.. I think I’d want someone around my age. A person who knows how to have have fun-" 

"Oooh~” Jake wiggled his eyebrows at you. In response, you pushed him out of your way slightly so you could pick up the pile of freshly laundered clothes on the chair behind him. 

“Not like that, you perv. I just don’t want to feel like I’m with a parent instead of a partner." 

Sorting the clothes, you bumped into Riki, who had been standing silently, observing you for the past 5 minutes. "Sorry Riki, almost forgot you were there, what with how quiet you were. Is everything okay? You’re usually really loud.." 

Concerned, you turned around and stood on your tiptoes, placing the back of your hand on his cheek to check his temperature. "You don’t have a fever, but you’re really red.” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Okay, well you know where the paracetamol is if you need it. I’m going to put these clothes upstairs though. Call me if you need me." 

Eyes glued to your steadily retreating figure, Riki barely noticed that Jake had begun to speak to him. ”… Riki are you listening to me? Riki? RIKI?!“ 

"OH! Sorry, Jake, what were you saying?” The boy in question slapped his face with his palm lightly out of exasperation. 

“What I was saying,” he gave Riki a pointed look, and Riki faced the ground sheepishly, “is that once Y/n comes back, we should ask them more about their ideal type. I’ve got a good feeling about this." 

"If you say so.” Riki collapsed in a heap on the chair that was previously occupied, head in his hands. 

“Now I’m feeling worried about you, Riki. I think this is the quietest you’ve been since you were in the womb,” Jake joked, but the younger boy didn’t seem to find it funny. 

“Jake, what if Y/n doesn’t like me?” He finally uttered the words that had been on his mind since he came to the realisation of his true feelings for his friend. 

“I can’t lie to you, these things don’t always turn out how you want them to, but that’s life, am I right? Even so, I think you have a pretty good chance with them. Just trust in the plan that the universe has written for you, okay? If Y/n doesn’t like you then it just wasn’t meant to be, but you have to believe that if you weren’t destined for this, then there’s someone even better waiting for you in your future.” Jake patted Riki’s head softly, ruffling his fluffy hair. 

Swatting his hands away, Riki stood up and gave Jake a ‘bro hug’, but broke away when he heard soft footsteps on the carpeted floor of the staircase, indicating the arrival of the person he was infatuated with. 

“So, Y/nnn,” Jake winked discreetly at the boy standing next to him, “You didn’t finish telling us about your ideal type." 

Rolling your eyes, you began to load a pile of dirty clothes into the washer. "Well, I guess I’ll just describe the kind of person I want. Hmm. I’d want someone tall, funny, kind. They’d need to be able to put up with all my bullshit and be understanding when I’m being a bit annoying. And I’d like for them to be really affectionate, and like PDA, because you know what I’m like." 

With every point you made, Jake’s grin grew wider, making Riki feel slightly uncomfortable. "Bro,” he hissed, “you look like a psycho." 

"Shut up, Riki,” Jake whispered back. “Carry on, Y/n." 

You put a capful of fabric softener into the machine and closed the draw, starting the wash cycle. "Well, I think that’s it. I don’t have the right to say I want him to be cute or whatever when I straight up look like a rat.” You finished up your task and walked over to the middle of the kitchen, leaning against the island.

Riki frowned at the blatant lie you had just uttered. “You know what? I disagree with you. I think you’re stunning, and that you could have anyone you set your eyes on.” The pinkish hue of your cheeks from his words was what gave him the confidence to approach you, walking closer and closer, until there was a metre’s gap between you and him. “In fact, I think you could even catch me if you tried." 

"You think I could capture your heart if I tried?” He nodded slowly. 

“Prove it.” After those two words you spoke, Riki didn’t hesitate to walk even closer towards you, until he was right in front of you. Picking you up by your hips, he placed you on top of the kitchen island and put his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you in his hold. 

He started to lean in, but paused and looked at you, silently asking you if you were comfortable, which you answered by closing the distance between the two of you, connecting your lips at long last. 

Eyes tightly shut, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer as your lips moved in sync. Lost in the moment, you couldn’t seem to pull yourself away from each other, breaking apart only when you felt lightheaded from the lack of air. 

He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes now open, staring into yours with adoration. “Is that proof enough for you, sweetheart?" 

"Actually,” you giggled. “I’m not entirely convinced. I think you need to kiss me more." 

"Gladly, my darling,” he murmured, crashing his lips on yours as if his life depended on this kiss. Somewhat flustered, it took a while for you to realise that you weren’t reciprocating Riki’s efforts, before amending your actions.

[Jake exits awkwardly, feeling single]

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