HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARK SUNGHOON!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARK SUNGHOON!

[SUNGHOON] To celebrate my birthday

JAKE ✦ SWEET VENOM @ MUSIC BANK 231117

engenes, hear me tf out

chaconne, sacrifice and blind are siblings. sacrifice is the oldest and blind the youngest, thats why chaconne hits the hardest as the middle child.

still monster, mixed up and let me in are best friends, they've known each other since elementary school and at one point mixed up had a crush on still monster but never confessed

given-taken and i need the light are half siblings, same mom different dads; g-t the older one

bite, fever and drunk-dazed used to be super close with tamed-dashed but t-d kinda annoyed them all so they decided to become a trio

paradoxx invasion, karma and pass the mic are fucking triplets and every teacher's nightmare. always starting random discussions and arguments just to go "did you hear that? i wouldn't let that slide"

bills, polaroid lovd, 10 months and not for sale are the pretty girl best friends who never gatekeep anything and always help you out no matter what. they send you their notes and usually one of them is school president

criminal love and one in a billion are the siblings that never talk to each other in the hallways but are actually best friends

orange flower and blossom are twins with different hair structures

karma and shout out used to hate each other but became best friends in middle school and have been inseparable ever since

upper side dreamin and go big or go home are the infamous black and orange cat duo, everyone's favorites yet also lowk annoying

and sweet venom is the new kid on the block and has yet to find their spot

ofc, fate and foreshadow are neighbors who grew up together, lost track of each other just to become the bestest friends again after a few years

I FORGOT BLESSED CURSED 🤕

blessed-cursed was hated by the bite me, fever d-d crew before they became best friends

that's it lol

MIDNIGHT KISSES ⸺ RIKI NISHIMURA

genres! fluff, best friends to lovers, bad boy x good girl, high school au

word count! 808

warnings! mention of fight, blood and bruises, minor profanity

playlist! white ferrari by frank ocean

synopsis! in which riki seeks solace in your lips in the dead of night

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?” you quip in a low voice, disappointment laced in your tone as you gently dab at the cut above your best friend's eyebrow with a gauze pad soaked in saline solution.

Riki lets out a quiet laugh, “Yeah, something like that. Just know I kicked his ass.”

You don't laugh with him, you didn't like it when Riki talked like that, despite what people said about him he wasn't some reckless delinquent who acted out because he wanted to look cool.

Riki had his reasons why he did the things he did, you understood that better than anyone being as close to him as you were, but it didn't mean you would co-sign his behavior either.

You knew you couldn't stop him though, that's just the way he was, always fighting for what’s right even if it got him in trouble in the end, even so, you suppose that's what you loved about him the most, his instinct to protect.

He made you feel safe and you surmise he felt the same with you seeing as how he crawled through your bedroom window on nights he sustained injuries and sought out solace in your delicate touch treating his wounds.

You don't miss the small flash of anger in his eyes and the slight clench of his jaw and fist at the mention of the fight, you pause your movements, “He said something about me didn't he?”

The blue glow in your room from your projector casts a subtle gleam in his deep brown eyes and you swear they look like stars, in that moment if any man were to promise you all the incandescent spheres in the night sky, you would tell him there’s no need because you'd already found them in Riki’s eyes.

He doesn't answer your question, which tells you the other boy did indeed make an inappropriate comment about you, and he’s glad the music playing lowly on his phone fills the silence.

Riki sighs, resting his head against the side of your mattress from his sitting position on the floor as you toss the blood-stained gauze into the mini trashcan and grab a new one, he watches intently while you soak it in saline, and begin to bring it to the bridge of his nose.

His long fingers curl around your wrist in a gentle grasp, stopping you mid-way, his eyes never once leaving your face, with his free hand he tucks your hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek, his thumb caressing the apple of it, “Let me kiss you.”

His deep voice speaks in a desire-filled whisper and you find yourself leaning into his touch, your lips grazing the inside of his wrist, “Riki,” you say softly, but no other words follow.

His grip becomes slightly tighter as he slides his fingers into your hair, slowly tugging you closer by your nape, “Please.”

You don't know what to say, a part of you finally wants to give in to Riki after spending so many years running away from this, and another part wants to turn away and deny you are in love with the boy.

You were both still in high school and the chances of your love being real were low, resulting in you adopting a habit of undermining not only yours but also Riki’s feelings.

But no matter how many times you pushed him away Riki cared for you still and forever will, always telling you that was his part of the deal.

Each day of the years you had spent with him he was nothing short of kind-hearted toward you and you know that must've made you someone very special in Riki’s books.

“Ok,” you breathe out as you lean in closer until your lips connect in a sweet kiss, the taste of his strawberry chapstick seeping into your mouth while your lips move in sync.

His bruised hand holding your nape tugs your hair lightly to pull you away from his plump lips before letting go of your wrist he still held and your soft strands.

He grabs you by the waist, hauling you over him like you weigh nothing so you're straddling his legs eliciting a gasp from you, your hands falling on his shoulders to balance yourself.

“Riki, I still have to clean-” you speak in a hushed tone slightly out of breath, your heart beating erratically.

“Shut up,” he cuts through your words in a quick whisper, cupping both your cheeks and practically yanking you down into a kiss once more, this time with more fervor.

The heat of your mouth on his warms his cold body from his venture to your house on a frigid December night, and in spite of the throbbing pain in his hands and face Riki wouldn’t change a damn thing.

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riki & his hat tricks (ft. cutie won)