Wanted Criminal

Wanted Criminal

Kazuha x Reader

Summary: Kazuha was a criminal until the vision hunt decree was abolished, he missed you some much and wished to see you. Seems like his wish came true, but something's off...

Word count: 1.3k words

tw: angst, sad ( maybe a happier pt.2 idk how well this one will do ), just two lovers who don't know what they are now, and shit's tense.

He was on the run,

From his own homeland,

And didn't have enough time to tell me…

When I was on a boat out to sea,

And that's when we met,

On the Crux.

After the vision hunt decree was lifted,

Inazuma felt free.

I wanted to go to Liyue,

And then study at Sumeru!

So many dreams.

But then,

I saw

Him

.

.

.

That motherfucker.

The second our eyes met, tense air surrounded us. I greeted him with no smile, he only eyed me and went to a secluded area. The entire Crux fleet noticed the shift in the air. During the day, I helped Beidou out with some work, then learned about the nautical charts from Huixing. We planned to search the night sky for stars, a memory.

Looking up at the sky, such beautiful weather. 

The gentle sea breeze with clouds scattered grouped tightly together. The sun peaking out here and there.

I climbed up to the crows nest, no surprise he was there. Just the two of us…and the clouds

Neither of us said a word to each other,  neither of us willing to speak, until he broke the silence.

"Look I- I know, it doesn't matter anymore Kazuha. We'll enjoy our lives, separately. His death affected me too, y'know? We both made up our minds."

 I Interrupted whatever he wanted to say. A look of sadness clouded his eyes. I felt guilty, but I saw myself in him.

When the news reached me after I helped out with abolishing the decree, that he was, indeed, a wanted criminal fleeing from our home. Me. I had that same look on my face, the only difference is that there's no tears visible.

Silence.

I admired the distant waves and fishes peeking through the transparent surface of the water. 

He admired his love. Such beauty, he's written tens-of-dozens-of poems, cried tens-, maybe, thousands of drunk tears. 

"The Sun's going down,

So do I drown,

In emotions of heartbreak,

Desperately trying not to break.

Why did you leave?

Why did I leave…"

Kazuha whispered to himself, watching from the crows nest, as I played with a white cat near the head of the ship.

"The Sun's down, it's as though the ship is surrounded by darkness. Such a familiar feeling." 

I laughed to myself, petting the white cat's head as it rests in my lap, the kitten purred and licked my hand. We sat at the head of the ship. This little kitten knows me.

Beidou tried lightning the mood with some drinks for everyone. Celebrating our the abolishment of the vision hunt decree.  

Beidou gave Kazuha the sake I brought as a thank you gift. The boy gladly got drunk that night, unaware of the fact that the sake was from me. 

While everyone else was drinking, me and the cat were enjoying our solitude together.

When Beidou called out to me.

"Hey! Come here!! Stop being a loner, sweetie!! If you don't want to drink we've got some water!"

Laughing to myself, I woke the cat up and we joined everyone else.

With the cat following me I felt someone's glare on my back. 

No need to turn behind to look, it's obvious who it is.

The cat went back to its second owner, sitting comfortably in his lap, while he held his little cup.

As the owner stared at the new passenger's back, glaring daggers and wanting to throw himself overboard, but, deep in his heart, he knew, he kept wishing everyday that things weren't so tense...until the very day he returned to the home he and his love once shared.

So happy, so comforted. 

He was home!

Until he opened the door, noticing that the home felt... cold.

"Where are you? Did you get hurt? Are you...no, it can't be.."

He kept convincing himself.

He went to Ayato  for answers.  Maybe, he knew. You two were close afterall, he would know of all people.

Who once aided his escape from his own homeland

"Do not fret, she's alive and well, just without you. She's adventuring Inazuma after helping us defeat countless battles against the shogunate. She is more than capable on her own. The day you two cross paths, please wish her well. 

Take care Kazuha."

And off he was with the Crux fleet, hoping the day comes..

All the guilt, the hurt of not being able to say goodbye for the first time.

He could only pray it wasn't the last.

Come the current day, waking up. Bright sun beaming through the small ship's resting quarters windows.

Head aching, like his heart.

"Was it a fever dream?

You were so real…It must've been…

If only I could see you again

If only I could say goodbye, properly.

I hope you'll forgive me, and leave me with that gentle,

happy smile of yours.

Then only I can console myself.

Please come back."

Tears started welling up in his maple eyes, rolling around on his bed.

Wrapping his head under his blanket,

Wishing he could see that comforting smile again,

Wishing he could wrap himself in his lover’s comforting scent.

An abrupt knock on the door.

" BREAKFASTS HERE! GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP DEAR CRUX FLEET MEMBER!!"

A loud voice echoed through Kazuha's room.

He recognized it. Of course, he did.

" Just put it down at the door, THANK YOU!"

He yelled back.

"OKAY!"

He hoped the crew member did as he requested. And the person put the tray down and left. Just like the time she took her belongings out of their shared home and left.

"So..? Did he wake up?" 

"BEIDOU! I thought I was delivering to Huixing!! NOT KAZUHA"

"Hey, calm down kid, I was just trying to help sort out whatever tension you two had going on. He always spoke so fondly of you when he’s sober and cried when he’s drunk, I almost couldn't believe my eyes when you requested to be taken to Liyue!"

"...he what now?"

Getting up, and opening his door, he saw a tray of food. Hot miso soup. And some cold water next to it.

The tofu is so soft, so mushy. The soup tasted nostalgic. It reminded him of fleeting happiness. It reminded him of home…

That was before the vision hunt decree was initiated by the shogun.

Was it a dream? Did he drink too much?

He took his glove protectors off at night, leaving his bandage to come loose. Very loose.

As he held the hot bowl of miso soup, as much as it hurt his right hand, he kept drinking from it.

His appearance is disheveled and his mind all foggy.

He just woke up in a hurry after all.

Running out of his room in a hurry, he felt dizzy.

He felt his hands burning from the heat of the hot soup in his hands, holding onto them tightly afraid to let go.

His head was spinning.

Maybe he shouldn't have drank so much last night.

He could feel his head get lighter, he was running without his shoes on in the hallway.

 He was about to make it to the door where it led to the deck.

Maybe he could see you, after so long. His heart ached and longed for you, after all.

The boat hit a gentle wave, but it was enough to rock it, gently. 

Kazuha didn't expect this.

He felt his vision blacking out on him.

He wasn't on his feet anymore.

There was a huge bang, his sleeves felt wet.

His throat hurt. It burned.

It spread till his face, his hair, covered in the same nostalgic soup he was enjoying moments ago.

His heart fluttered when he saw you running down the stairs, with Beidou behind you.

You were saying something, he couldn't hear. He could only get a glimpse of you, before his vision gave up.

Bestie slay

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"Shhh~ Quiet now~"

Bully!Scaramouche (Wanderer) x reader

Summary: This cute boy who sits behind you has been relentlessly bullying you for the fun of it. One day this idiot got feelings for you, bad move because you have already plotted his fate. ( Highschool au )

Word count: 0.7k

tw.: slightly suggestive at the end, ( enemies to lovers soooooo)

Bully!Scara who throws paperplanes at you with mean words written in them.

Bully!Scara frequently throws crumbled up paper balls, with drawing of you headless, at your head.

Bully!Scara who would "polietly"ask for the homework and then laugh saying you did them wrong. ( he's lying)

Bully!Scara who is a little shit in between classes.

Bully!Scara who'd find you alone at times and tell you all the things he could do because there are no witnesses around. (Empty threats)

Bully!Scara who'd speak shit about you to everyone and to your face.

Bully!Scara who'd beat those who bully you.

( he thinks he's the only one who can do that)

Bully!Scara who's one of the smartest people in class

( after you, bc you're smart asf)

Bully!Scara who'd be very sad and visibly depressed when you don't show up one day.

Bully!Scara who'd get teased by the others in class, especially by Kazuha.

Bully!Scara who's face would visibly light up with happiness when you walk in the classroom doors after being sick for days.

Bully!Scara who gets teased even more when Kazuha noticed this.

Bully!Scara who gets all blushy-wushy and bashful.

Bully!Scara who didn't notice you overhearing the convo and seeing his reaction.

Bully!Scara who is always near you.

Bully!Scara gets suspicious when you don't react negatively or at all! to his bullshit attempts at getting your attention.

Bully!Scara who gets a little shy when you flirt, because it catches him off guard, but will counterattack and make you all red-faced.

Bully!Scara gets skeptical when he sees a little paper slip in his locker asking him to go to the library after classes.

Bully!Scara who listened to the little piece of paper and went to the library after his last class.

Bully!Scara who didn't notice how you left the last class earliest.

Bully!Scara who went to the school's library very confused. "Who would do this?" "Why would someone ask me to go the library of all places??"

Bully!Scara who finds himself going to the farthest corner of said library only to be tackled to the floor exactly when the bell rang ( it is for those students who have even more classes) so they didn't hear him fall in the library.

Bully!Scara found himself having to confess while being pinned to the ground on his tummy.

Bully!Scara secretly loving the way you sat on his back and pinned his hand above his head so he won't get up.

Bully!Scara managing to lower your guard and sat up from his previous position while gripping your wrist so you don't run away.

Bully!Scara who manages to force you onto his lap, hugs you waist tightly towards himself, making his head comfortable on the nape of your neck.

Bully!Scara who successfully managed to turn the tables and have you be the one immobile in his lap as he gently kissed the back of your neck, muttering how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you pay for pinning him on the ground.

Bully!Scara gets really shy when you reciprocate his feelings, he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

Bully!Scara who plays around like a naughty kitty. He keeps teasing you, and when you try to fight back with words, he keeps reminding you that you're in a library.

( the library was basically empty btw)

Bully!Scara who sneaks his slender fingers into the back of your hair, lightly tugging at it bringing your head closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you tighter.

Bully!Scara who cheekily kisses the edge of your lips, his kisses trailing from the edges of your lips down to your jaw and then to your cheek. Leaving a trail of drool. If you make even the smallest sound he'll "politely remind you to be quiet".

FORGIVE AND FORGET , ⋆｡°✩ 𓈒𓈒 silly arguments

𖥔 PRECIS. In which, they try to ignore you after a petty dispute. PAIRING. sulky bf!enha x sorry gf!reader GENRE. fluff WARNINGS. skinship, mild kissing, post argument, petnames

authors note ୨୧ they’re all whipped for (y/n) 🧸

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HEESEUNG

The silence in the apartment was thick, almost suffocating. You had been tiptoeing around it for hours, trying to ignore the gnawing ache in your chest. But as time passed, the weight of Heeseung's absence, even though he was just a few rooms away, became unbearable.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You took a deep breath and left your room, determined to make things right.

The soft glow of the gaming room greeted you as you stepped inside. Heeseung sat at his desk, headphones snug over his ears, fingers deftly moving across his controller. His eyes were glued to the screen, but you knew him well enough to see the tension in his posture—the slight furrow of his brows, the way his jaw was clenched just a little too tight.

You approached quietly, trying to gauge his mood as you stood behind him. The sounds of an in-game explosion filled the air, and you pretended to be interested, your gaze lingering on the screen. But it was no use—Heeseung didn't acknowledge you, his cold shoulder a sharp reminder of the earlier argument.

Enough was enough.

With a small sigh, you reached out and gently turned his chair toward you. His eyes flickered with surprise, but his expression remained stubbornly neutral, his gaze sliding away as if you weren't even there.

You didn't let it deter you. Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, then another to the other side. When he continued to ignore you, you moved closer, placing tender kisses along his jawline, silently pleading for his attention. Heeseung turned his face away, his resistance wavering but still there.

A faint smirk played at the corners of your lips. You weren't giving up that easily.

You lowered your lips to his neck, brushing them against his skin, feeling the slight shiver that ran through him. He tensed, but you could sense the walls he'd built around himself starting to crumble. You pressed on, kissing the warm skin of his collarbone, peeking out from the edge of his hoodie.

Heeseung's breath hitched, and you felt his resolve begin to melt away, his shoulders relaxing as he subconsciously leaned into your touch. Still, he tried to hold onto his anger, his hands gripping the controller as if it were the last line of defense.

But you knew you'd won when his character faltered on the screen, losing the match in a flash of red. He let out a frustrated sigh, finally meeting your gaze. The anger in his eyes had softened, replaced by something warmer, something that spoke of surrender.

Without a word, Heeseung wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down onto his lap. The tension between you dissolved in an instant, replaced by a comforting sense of closeness.

"You’re impossible, you know that?" he murmured, his voice low and affectionate as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent.

You chuckled softly, your fingers threading through his hair as you settled into his embrace. "But you still love me."

Heeseung grip tightened around you, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I do."

JAY

Jay had been avoiding you all day. When you tried to cuddle him in bed that morning, he rolled right out, leaving you alone with the cold sheets. When you tried to sit and listen to him play his guitar, he sighed, put it away, and left the room without a word. Now, he was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, hair falling into his focused, hard eyes as he chopped vegetables for dinner.

You couldn’t stand the silence anymore. With a determined shuffle, you made your way into the kitchen, standing beside him. The rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the cutting board filled the room, but all you could focus on was the distance between you two. You watched the way his jaw tensed, the way his hands moved with precision, and it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Finally, you groaned softly and latched onto him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Jay," you whispered, but he didn’t respond. You squeezed tighter, hoping to break through the barrier he had put up.

"Jay…" you tried again, sliding your hands up under his shirt, resting them on his chest. You couldn’t see it, but his breath hitched, and a blush crept up his cheeks.

"I'm sorry…" you muttered, voice filled with genuine regret. The sound of chopping stopped, and the room fell silent. Slowly, Jay turned to face you, his expression softened, the hard edges of his irritation melting away.

“That’s all I wanted to hear, baby,” he murmured, pulling you into a warm embrace.

The tension dissolved as he held you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The argument felt like a distant memory as you found comfort in each other's arms, the quiet kitchen now filled with the warmth of forgiveness.

JAKE

You knock gently on Jake's door, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment. No answer. A pang of guilt twists in your chest as you slowly turn the handle and peek inside. Jake is curled up on his bed, his back to the door, the soft glow of the setting sun casting a warm hue across the room.

Taking a deep breath, you slip inside and quietly close the door behind you. The bed dips slightly as you crawl in beside him, but he shifts away, his silent rejection a small but painful sting. You try to wrap your arm around his waist, hoping for just a little closeness, but he pushes it off with a huff, pulling the blanket tighter around himself.

You sigh softly, rolling over to face the opposite direction, feeling the heavy weight of the silence between you. The minutes tick by slowly, each one a reminder of the distance that shouldn’t be there.

Just when the silence starts to feel unbearable, you feel Jake’s arms snake around your waist, pulling you back toward him in a tight embrace.

His breath is warm against your neck as he whispers, voice tinged with frustration and affection, “I can’t! I can’t stay mad at you…”

A soft giggle escapes your lips, the tension in your chest easing as you lean back into him. “I’m sorry, Jake…”

He squeezes you a little tighter, his voice softening, “I know, love. I know.”

In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the petty argument fades into the background, leaving only the warmth of your connection, stronger than ever.

SUNGHOON

Sunghoon could outlast anyone in the silent treatment game, and right now, he was proving it. It was day three of his cold shoulder, and you were growing more frustrated by the hour. Unlike him, you couldn’t stand to let an argument linger for more than a few hours, but Sunghoon? He was the Ice Prince, and he wore that title with pride.

This morning, you decided to take matters into your own hands. If words wouldn’t thaw him out, maybe a more direct approach would. After he left for a bit, you took the time to get dolled up, wearing the dress you knew he adored, with your hair perfectly styled and a hint of his favorite perfume lingering in the air.

When Sunghoon returned, you greeted him with a soft smile, hoping to see some sign of forgiveness in his eyes and admiration for his pretty girlfriend. But instead of acknowledging you, he glanced your way, then walked straight past you and out to the balcony with a book in hand.

Your frustration peaked. You had tried everything—apologies, subtle hints, even this!—and yet he still acted like nothing had happened. As you watched him settle into a chair outside, calmly opening his book, you finally snapped.

You marched out onto the balcony, snatching the book from his hands with a huff.

For a moment, he just looked at you, his expression…expectant? Surprised. Then, to your utter confusion, he smirked and let out a quiet laugh.

“What’s so funny?” you demanded, feeling your anger and confusion mix.

He leaned back in his chair, a playful glint in his eyes. “I forgave you two days ago... I just wanted to see how long you could go like this. Impressive, love.”

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. “You mean—”

Sunghoon shrugged, his smirk widening. “I knew you wouldn’t last as long as me.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Hoon… that’s so stupid.”

“Maybe,” he said, his tone softening as he reached for your hand. “But it’s kind of fun, isn’t it?”

Rolling your eyes, you sat down beside him. “Next time, just tell me you forgive me, okay?”

“Alright,” he chuckled, pulling you close.

You handed him his book back, and together, you settled into a comfortable silence. As you leaned against him, the tension finally faded away, replaced by the warmth of his presence. Reading together, the world around you seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you on that peaceful balcony.

SUNOO

You hesitated outside the bathroom, listening to the faint sound of Sunoo humming softly as he went through his nightly skincare routine. You knew he was still upset, but you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked when he was focused, even if he was giving you the cold shoulder.

Gathering your courage, you pushed the door open and stepped inside, hoping to join him for the last part of his routine, a ritual you both cherished. However, the moment you entered, he pulled off his sheet mask with a swift motion.

“I’m finished,” he mumbled, his tone clipped, before he brushed past you, leaving the bathroom.

You sighed, feeling the weight of the silent treatment as you watched him walk away. Not willing to give up, you followed him into the living room where he was already curled up on the couch, surrounded by an array of snacks, ready to watch his favorite drama.

You crept closer, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, before softly asking, “Can I watch with you?”

Sunoo shrugged, rolling his eyes slightly, but you noticed how he scooted over to make room for you. It was a small gesture, but it gave you hope. You pouted softly as you settled beside him, the space between you feeling like a chasm.

The drama played on the screen, but the tension between you both was hard to ignore. The silence stretched on, making the atmosphere even more awkward.

Finally, Sunoo turned to you, his gaze serious and alittle sad. “I didn’t like what you did, baby… it wasn’t nice.”

His words were gentle, but you could hear the hurt behind them. You bit your lip, feeling a pang of guilt.

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his in a soft, apologetic kiss, “I know, Sun… I’m so sorry.”

He looked at you for a moment, searching your eyes, before finally softening. His arm slipped around you, pulling you closer as he let out a small sigh.

“Just don’t do that again, okay?“

You nodded, snuggling into his side, relief washing over you as he pressed play on the drama. The warmth of his embrace and the familiar sound of the TV made everything feel right again. The argument was forgotten as you both got lost in the show, the comfort of being together making the night feel perfect once more.

JUNGWON

Jungwon was upstairs in his bedroom, the soft sound of pencil on paper the only noise breaking the silence. He was hunched over his sketchbook, eyebrows furrowed as he worked on a drawing—something he often did when upset. And right now, you were the reason for his frustration.

You took a deep breath, hesitating outside his door before gently pushing it open. His gaze flicked toward you for the briefest moment before he returned to his sketch, pointedly ignoring your presence. The tension in the room was thick, making your heart ache with guilt.

Stepping fully inside, you spotted a stack of scrap paper on his desk. An idea sparked, and you grabbed a piece, quickly doodling a tiny strawberry with a smiley face and little arms, dancing cheerfully across the page. In a small speech bubble, you wrote, "Jungwon, I'm sorry, and I love you."

Gathering your courage, you crumpled the paper into a ball and, with a playful smirk, tossed it at his head. It bounced off lightly, causing him to pause. Jungwon glanced over at the crumpled paper before picking it up and smoothing it out. When he saw the doodle, the corners of his mouth twitched, fighting back a smile.

He scribbled something on the paper before tossing it back to you. Unfolding it, you found his response: a doodle of a sulking Jungwon with crossed arms and the words, "You better be."

You giggled, grabbing another piece of paper. This time, you drew a tiny version of yourself with big puppy dog eyes, holding a sign that read, "Forgive me?" You sent it flying toward him.

Jungwon caught it, his resolve cracking as a small laugh escaped him. He grabbed his pencil again, quickly sketching a doodle of the two of you, now with a heart between your cartoonish figures. He added a note: "Only because you’re cute."

You beamed, heart swelling with relief and affection. Without thinking, you rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. “I really am sorry, Jungwon,” you whispered, resting your cheek against his.

He finally turned to look at you, his expression softening. “I know,” he said, his voice gentle as he pulled you into his lap. “But next time, don’t make me wait so long to forgive you.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Of course not.”

He smiled, pulling you close as the two of you settled into a comfortable cuddle, the earlier tension melting away as you both laughed about your silly doodles. The argument was forgotten, replaced by the warmth of being wrapped up in each other’s arms.

NI-KI

Ni-ki’s usually playful and laid-back demeanor was nowhere to be found as he sulked in his room, still miffed from your earlier argument. But you had a plan—you knew just how to get him to forgive you. When you found him playing music on his speaker, you flopped beside him on the bed, flashing a smile.

“I like this song,” you chirped, hoping to break the ice.

Ni-ki didn’t say a word. Instead, he quirked a brow and hit the next button on his phone, the song switching immediately. You suppressed a grin at his pettiness but refused to give up. It was later in the day when he moved on to practicing dance moves in front of his mirror, you tried to join in, matching his rhythm with exaggerated precision.

He stopped mid-dance, a sigh escaping his lips as he grabbed his water bottle and headed out of the room, leaving you standing there with an amused expression.

The final act of your mission came when you found him sprawled on the couch with headphones on, eyes closed. Without hesitation, you gently flipped onto his chest, resting your head there and closing your eyes. You felt his body tense beneath you, but he didn’t push you away.

After a moment, he grunted, pulling his headphones down around his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, unable to resist any longer.

“You’re annoying as hell…” he muttered, voice laced with defeat.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, snuggling closer, knowing you’d won him over.

Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain

coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc)

panting (there’s a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc)

keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media)

trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc)

sobbing (weeping is a synonym but i’ve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like “he let out a quiet sob”)

whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that)

clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes)

writhing/thrashing (maybe someone’s holding them down, or maybe they’re in bed alone)

crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout)

dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing)

wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing)

doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they don’t actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves)

heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someone’s breathing, ex. “heaving breaths” but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting)

gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold)

murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain)

hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, that’s why i like to mix other words like these in)

stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak — when someone’s in intense pain, it gets hard to talk)

staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!)

recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help)

pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop)

Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!

This is too cute 🥺

[ forever, nishimura riki. ] fluff, mild angst — 1419 words!

it wasn’t at all surprising, the fact that you missed niki, your dearest friend.

of course, you had gone a few weeks without seeing each other physically, which was okay, not too draining, but months? to say the least, simply just missing each other was an understatement at this point.

most of the time, you were able to visit niki’s dorm in korea once a month at the least, since traveling expenses from japan to korea were not cheap, but at least you guys still met up. it had nearly been half a year, five whole months, since you’d seen niki in person.

you’d missed every thing about him. to his endless teasing, to his random burst of freestyle dancing, to his unintentionally-cute demeanor, you longed with every fibre of your being to see him again.

and maybe, after you met, you be something a little more than just friends. that’s what you hoped, ever since you developed feelings for the boy. i mean, it was impossible to hang out with someone as endearing as niki with falling for him, he’s just so… so!

which is why you booked the next upcoming flight to manila, a city in the philippines, with the intent to surprise your bestfriend after going far too long without being face-to-face.

he didn’t know you were in manila, hence the word “surprise,” and you were nearly falling off your seat in anticipation, to see his reaction. showing up at his concert wasn’t going to be the only surprise you drop on him tonight, however.

you were going to confess, and tell him that you loved him.

it was about time, considering that it had been years since you’d fallen for the kid. you and niki went way back, all the way back to his time in okayama, and the two of you were inseparable from the moment you became friends. despite his dorky, and rather embarrassing, childhood self, you found yourself loving every part of it, every part of him. and maybe it was too early in your life to speak about love, but you had started liking him when you were thirteen, and the two of you were seventeen now. four years, and you didn’t love him any less. if that’s not love, then it simply doesn’t exist.

spending a time period as long as the one you’ve currently been spending without seeing niki helped you realize how much you needed him in your life, and how you wanted him to be known as something more than your friend, your boyfriend. and so, you were in a completely foreign country, on a mission to get the boy of your dreams.

you were nervous, as one would always be to confess, but you were already here, in manila, so there was no backing out now.

the concert was starting, and it really hit you that you were here. you were finally going to see your bestfriend, and you were going to give him a long-overdue whole-hearted confession.

you loved seeing niki perform, it was what motivated you to wait for him throughout his entire tour. from the way he danced effortlessly on stage, and his boxy smiles that shone all throughout the encore stages, anyone who wasn’t dumb could tell that he loved what he did.

thus, seeing him in person, doing what he’d always dreamed of, made you a bit emotional.

being someone who’d been there for him throughout his dance-filled childhood, you knew from the moment you saw him on his debut stage that he’d do great things in the future. bless your intuition, because you got that prediction of yours proven more right than you could’ve ever imagined.

your bestfriend was right where he wanted to be, on that stage, dancing for a large group of fans who supported him nearly as much as you did, and you couldn’t be happier for him.

it was almost like you felt prouder over niki’s achievements over your own, it was exactly like that, but you couldn’t help it with all the love you felt for him. your eyes never left him, not for a moment, the entire concert, until polaroid love, during which niki was busy walking around the arena, walking where you couldn’t spot him.

he was completing hearts with anyone who he made eye contact with , happy to be there with his fans, but there was something weighing him down a bit, weighing him down from being truly and fully satisfied with his last concert. but that feeling completely vanished when he saw you, waving your enhypen light stick around with a small smile on your lips.

his world stopped. the music blasting through the venue tuned out, and he only saw you. he’d missed you terribly, more than you did him, and to your luck, he was secretly harboring feelings of his own, and thankfully, they were just as intense as yours.

he felt as if he would burst out crying on the spot, tears managing to sting his eyes as he began running towards your section, not caring for the cameraman who was huffing as he tailed behind him.

at this point, he’d given up on trying to stop himself from crying, as tears had already began to make his way down from his eyes. the moment you saw him, running towards your section, your heart skipped one too many beats, it’s rate speeding to an abnormal level. your eyes, too, began tearing up, the entire crowd near you confused on why niki was running at you with tears in his eyes. and when he finally got to you, he wasted no time, not even a second, before tightly wrapping his arms around you, the section you were sat in erupting in aww’s all around.

he sobbed, mumbling a small “i missed you so much” into your shoulder, which quite literally made you want to combust. you hugged him back, smiling as you replied with a quiet “i missed you, too, riki.” and when he pulled away, with a mischievous smirk painting his lips, you knew that something was about to go south.

“uh oh.. riki!” you yelped when he suddenly grabbed your wrist as he ran out the arena, you following behind. “what about the show?!” you huffed in a sigh as he pulled you from behind.

“they’ll live without me right now. you, on the other hand, cannot, because i won’t let you.”

the boy had managed to pull you outside of the venue, the two of you now panting outside with heavy breaths. “when.. when did you..get here?” riki spoke in between sighs, the shock still lingering in his heart. “this morning, but i’ve been planning this for a while.” you smiled, before remembering that surprising him wasn’t the only thing you planned on doing that night.

“i also.. need to tell you something.” his face darkened a bit at the sight of you looking down, his head immediately going to the worst-case scenarios. although he had been nervous to hear her next words, he was also curious as to what she would say, and so he let her continue.

“what is it, (name)?” and you told him everything. from your long-lasting feelings to how badly you missed him, you rambled about every single thing that crossed your mind, not remembering to look up at niki, who was beginning to chuckle. he couldn’t believe it, you loved him, and he loved you, he just couldn’t say it yet, since you were still going on with your confession, which had slowly turned into you rejecting yourself for him.

“and it’s alright if you don’t feel the same, i just really needed to get this off my chest and—” you froze, dead in your words, when you felt a pair of lips meet yours for a moment. it was brief, and you missed it the second niki pulled back, cupping your cheek instead. “you’re seriously so funny sometimes, (name). you didn’t even let me respond,” he giggled again, with you rolling your eyes at the sight, although your cheeks were painted a dark red hue, and a smile fully displayed on your face.

“i love you too, name. a lot.” and then your lips met each other’s once again, and you knew it at the moment that today was the best day you’d ever live to experience, despite there being many more years ahead of you.

nothing was better than this, better than niki, and it would stay that way, forever.

a/n — i’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while, and i finally built up the motivation to do so. i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it (: