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purple lights

warning: very cute fluff, niki is whipped for reader

enjoy my first story!

"on a scale of one of ten how much do you love me?" you wrapped your arms around your boyfriends neck, your noses almost touching at the close proximity. 

your boyfriend, niki, only laughed at your remark and placed his hands on your waist, smiling like a little kid, "its beyond ten, baby." he scrunches up his nose. 

you smile at his answer and lean in closer to him, smelling the faint cologne on his shirt, "good answer." you kissed his cheek and tried pulling away from him before he pulled you back against him. 

"that wasn't a proper kiss, baby." he put his hand underneath your chin and you playfully held onto his wrist. 

"that was a kiss, what are you talking about?" you couldn't move your head but you raised an eyebrow at him. 

he shakes his head before leaning in to give you a soft kiss on your lips, allowing you to kiss him back with ease. 

he pulled away and patted your hair down, "that was the proper kiss i was looking for. now i believe you were going to show me that art project you had finished?" 

you jumped up from the floor, "ah yeah, thank you for reminding me." you rushed to your room and grabbed the diorama of yours and nikis first date. 

niki noticed the scene in the diorama and looked at you with sparkling eyes, "that's our first date." 

you were surprised at how fast he could tell what it was. but that was because niki couldn't get that day out of his head. 

"how could you tell? i haven't even set it down yet." you carefully placed the project down next to his legs and sat down next to him. 

"well firstly I might've taken a couple of peeks at it when you were working on it the other day. secondly, the lights." he pauses and points at the purple lights lighting up inside the box, "purple lights remind me of our first date." 

you listen to his voice get softer and you can't help but smile at how cute he is, "purple is my favorite color now because of it. my comfort color." you turned your attention from the diorama to niki. 

his eyes were already on you and you blushed at the eye contact you held before looking away. "god, he's your boyfriend for goodness sakes, stop blushing so much." you told yourself. 

"babe?" his love for pet names was just one of the things you loved about niki. you could go on for days about how much you loved this man. 

"mhm?" you turned your body so you were criss cross sitting in front of him. 

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"have i ever told you how much i love you?" 

purple lights.

(fic made for vivi)

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smash LOL!!!

they all look so so good 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

he looks so good, ni-ki is so iconic.

aura is through the roof

how life feels when you are (im)patiently waiting for the new chapters of your favourite smaus to be uploaded

~[6:44pm]~

hand in hand, you and ni-ki ran down the dimly lit road as the rain drenched the both of you. with his small giggles echoing in your ear, you couldn’t help but feel small explosions in your stomach.

“ i told you in was going to rain ni-ki!” you whined out, shielding your face with your arm while the other was being forcefully tugged along behind your boyfriend.

he simply responded with another laugh, people who were under shelter or umbrellas giving you both weird stares. “ it’s freezing!” you shrieked as the rain only stared to pour down harder.

he stopped in his tracks before squinting his eyes and peeling his jacket off his body, draping it over your shoulders before slipping his hand back into your and carefully intertwining it.

he placed a small and shy kiss on the tip of your nose before letting out a soft chuckle, tugging your arm and continuing to make you run in the rain together

you were a perfect example of teenage love.

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a/n- i wrote this while on the train on the way somewhere so i’m sorry if it isn’t too great but i hope you enjoyed it anyways :D

don’t forget to like or reblog if you reallyyyyy enjoyed it ;)

hello! First I’d like to say I’m really sorry you get hate… nobody deserves that and I hope you’re well :) Anyways, I have a request. A hybrid(half human, half cat)!Riki x fem!reader? I thought it would be cool

a/n~ thank you so much for your kind words, i really appreciate it :) i’ve never written anything like this before so i hope it’s up to your standards!!

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nothing like you

hybrid cat riki x reader

soft purring echoed through the comforting silence of the room as the sun peeked through your while curtains. sunsets at your house have always been beautiful and now that you had ni-ki next to you, it couldn’t be better.

riki was still fast asleep when you had woken up, sleep still taking over. the previous night had been exhausting. i mean, a social event with a bunch of hormonal teens ought to be tiring. that was most definitely the only social event you would let riki convice you to go to with him.

just as you were about to slip out of the bed you and him had been sharing, the purring stopped. “ where are you going? stay here” ni-ki whined, slipping his arm around your waist before pulling you back into bed. you turned around to look at it, his soft cat like eyes staring right back into yours.

“ let’s go eat, how does fish cake sound?” you asked him, seeing his eyes instantly light up. he sprung up and shook the sleep off him. “ let’s go, come on!”

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a/n~ sorry it was short my love, it not too good at these types of topics. don’t forget to leave requests :)

Bully niki gets jealous by seeing reader with other boy and confess?!?! please 😭😭

niki huffed, resting his head on his hand as he stared at you across the classroom, laughing with this new guy. niki had always noticed how close the two of you guys had gotten in the past few days. he could wish for the same with you but he hadn’t kicked off the relationship with you too well. sighing again, he looked down at his work with a frown before taking one more peek over at you.

you, on the other hand, were sitting backwards at your desk to talk to your friend. you knew he had a crush on you but you had no interest in him. you had clarified that from the start, making it clear that you had your eyes on a special someone. laughing at something your friend said, you adverted your gaze to s shadow walking towards the two of you. focusing on the black-haired bully, you tipped your head to the side as if to ask him what he wanted.

niki scowled, tugging you up by your arm to pull you towards the door. he took a quick glance at the teacher who had her head buried in piles of work before guiding you out of the classroom. he stood to the side so that nobody would be able to see the two of your from inside of the classroom before sighing. you looked up at his tall figure, confused as to what he would want.

“stop talking to him, he isn’t good enough for you” he said lowly, staring down at his shoes as he finally felt a wave of embarrassment hit him from the back-handed compliment he gave you. your eyebrows knitted together as you tried to read his facial expressions. “ and you’re saying you’re good enough?” you offered with a small giggle, knowing he probably wouldn’t admit it.

“i am. get with me instead and let me show you how much better i am”

part 2 to teen parenting with niki!! part 1 here

you frowned as you walked up to your front door from a long shift at work, hearing booming music. you quietly unlocked the for even though it probably wouldn’t be heard regardless over the loud music, pushing the door open with your shoulder. stepping into the house, you quickly realised the music was coming from your living room.

slipping off your shoes, you let your bag drop to the floor before following the sound. you could hear voices singing under the loud music, easily realising what was going on. a smile made it’s way to your face as you stepped into the room, looking at your daughter, len, and your husband jumping all over the couches.

the both of them seemed so lost in the moment that only niki had noticed you walk in. you could hear his distinct giggle as he signals with his hand for you to come and join you. you leaned against the doorframe, pondering as to whether you should join or not. you chuckled, giving in quickly as you walked up to your daughter, scooping len up into your arms and attacking her with kisses. she had gotten so big so quickly.

she giggled, squirming to get out of your touch before flopping back onto the couch, jumping again. niki hopped off the couch, nearly hitting his head on the roof before placing a kiss on the crown on your head. “how was work baby?”

“not the best but it’s better now” you said, smiling up at him before pecking his lips. len giggled, cooing before charging into the two of you, quickly being caught by your caring arms. “ careful len!” you playfully scolded, not wanting to ruin her excited mood. you giggled, kissing the top of her head after scooping her up into your arms. you couldn’t if asked for a better life. everything was almost perfect. apart from one thing.

“now can we pleased lower the volume??” you said, still having to raise your voice over the music

dad niki anon once again and the way you write is genuinely so cute I love it sm, anyways I have another dad niki idea

he’s pretty competitive so you definitely race to see if your daughter says mom or dad first, like she’s looking between you two so confused while you both are sounding out your respective titles and if she says mom first he jokingly sulks but if she says dad first he then ‘brags’ about it

hi anonnieee!! thank you for the sweet words <3 it really means a lot and i’m glad you’re enjoying my writing!

“om-mmaaaa” you sound out, trying to gain your babies attention away from your husband who seems to trying to do the same thing as you.

“no no, ap-pa! say appa!” niki says as friendly as he could, leaning closer to your baby in a silent attempt to try and gain her attention.

you clicking your tongue, nudging him out of the way and trying again. you leaned in, opening your mouth to sound out omma again before your own daughter beat you to it.

you gasped, your eyes widening as a large smile took its place on your cheeks. you scooped your daughter up into your arms with a small squeak, cradling her close to your chest as you turned your head to look at a very pouty niki. “i wanted to be her first word.” niki sulked, leaning in to kiss your daughter gently. he carefully caressed her cheek as if she was bound to break any second.

you giggled, sticking your tongue out at him. he definitely wasn’t going to let go of this anytime soon.

#NI-KI kkeut

DIMENSION : DILEMMA Concept Photo (ODYSSEUS ver.)

en- café menu ☕️💫

enhypen as food 🪴

based on a journal spread i did forever ago ->

lee heeseung;

thick fluffy pancakes~

can be customised with maple syrup and butter or lemon and sugar, but will taste delicious either way. heeseung heavily reminds me of pancakes as he’s quite adorable and fluffy too

🥞

park jongseong;

chocolate-chip muffin~

i might get called basic for this, but i swear you can never ever go wrong with a chocolate-chip muffin, no matter what flavour. jay has always been one of my comfort idols just like chocolate chip muffins have always been a comfort food.

🧁

sim jaeyun;

dog-shaped chocolate-chip cookie~

chocolate chip cookies are amazing anyways, but i feel they taste better the cuter they look. also jake has the excitement of a puppy which is adorable

🍪

park sunghoon;

caramel espresso~

caramel flavoured anything is amazing, you can’t convince me otherwise (salted caramel included). i’m also addicted to sunghoon like i am addicted to caffeine

☕️

kim sunoo;

heart shaped strawberry macarons~

if you haven’t tried strawberry macarons, i heavily advise you do as they are delicious. and again, the cuter the food the better the taste. whenever i think of adorable, sunoo is the first person i think of

🍓

yang jungwon;

cat-shaped bread bun~

you can put anything with bread or just eat it on its own, and it will taste amazing (i’m a bread enthusiast), and i feel like jungwon is quite like that too. put him with any member of enhypen (or any group) and he will get along with them. he also is just adorable hence why it’s cat shaped

🥯

nishimura riki;

peach tea boba~

peach has to be my favourite flavour of boba as it doesn’t need any sugar to make it sweeter, it’s so sweet on its own. niki is one of the sweetest people ever and he is perfect without limits

🧋

let me know how you liked this, and whether i should do this with other groups or not! thank you for reading <33

the main song i listened to while making this;

Ni-ki is such a mood 💕

1:43 am - N.RIKI

A/n! Never wrote a timestamp cause I just figured out what they are and I haven't written in awhile so sorry if this is ass, whole first paragraph did not need to be added but I thought it was cute :,)

Warnings! Using Niki's real name the whole time and Niki being a simp

Note! Reader DOES NOT understand Japanese

RIKI MAY NOT KNOW A LOT but he knows he loves you. Every time he opens his phone and sees his wallpaper and looks back at your pretty smile, he feels his heart swell in adoration. Every time you surprise him with ice cream at their dorms, Riki swears he’s gonna melt. Whenever he’s walking around and sees something-anything that reminds him of you he has to bite back a smile. Typically, on a normal day Riki doesn’t care about how he looks, but when he knows he’s going to see you all of a sudden he’s asking Jay “Does this shirt go with these pants?” and pulling up pinterest to find an outfit that he would be worthy enough for your eyes to see. Whenever he’s eating food and thinks you’ll like it he buys another for you. Whenever he’s not with you he’s thinking about you. He’s comfortable to share his burdens with you and to be there for you for your own problems. He does all this because he loves you and he knows you love him too. 

Riki knows you will always be there to listen to whatever he says. So why is it so hard for him to tell you everything he thinks about you? How come he can’t tell you that he knows he could never get sick of you and he would relive going through I-land again if it means he gets to be with you? He tried to tell you these things once but he ended up blushing and hiding his face in your neck, refusing to elaborate further telling you, “Wow you really wanna know what I have to say. You’re so obsessed with me, that’s fan behavior.”  evading the topic at hand. 

Because of that occurrence, Riki now resorts to telling you at the dead of night when you’re sound asleep in Japanese (in case you’re secretly awake) every night. Just like right now, you’re curled up against his chest and he’s smoothing down your hair while looking down at you with pure love in his eyes. Whispering softly, “I hope you know I love you so much that there’s no way a romance book or movie could ever replicate. It’s so crazy that I could love a single person so much. I don’t think we’d ever break up but even if you decide to break up with me, I’m so happy to have even an opportunity to be loved by you. I think that’s the best feeling, knowing you love me. It’s so reassuring. So matter how much hate I get, no matter how I feel about myself, I know you love me. And that’s all that matters at the end of the day. I promise you I will try my best to make sure you loving me is worth it. Good night, love. I love you.

Side note: He definitely says "pretty" or something like that while looking at you in Japanese so you can't tease him

#--Back to NAVI !

CYBER! - park sunghoon.

🌐SUMMARY! sunghoon and you have always been bestfriends. it went from being next door neighbors, deskmates in highschool and finally, being idols together. but when you two get mixed up in a successful dating scandal, what happens when you dont want it to be cyber anymore?

🌐PAIRING! idol! sunghoon x idol-fem!reader

🌐GENRE! smau, fluff, bestfriends to lovers

🌐STATUS? ongoing

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chapter 1. border: denial

chapter 2. mega mansion

chapter 3. solargene

chapter 4. i hate hybe!!

chapter 5. today is violence

chapter 6. tax fraud

chapter 7. extra cute

chapter 8. heart eyes 4 u

chapter 9. silly boy

more tba...

Super Cute 🥺 10/10 would recommend!

blind date ✓ nishimura riki.

MASTERLIST.

summary - your best friends, sunoo and yunjin, noticed the lack of romance in your life and decided to introduce your name in a dating app at your college where you end up pairing with the captain of the basketball team, nishimura riki. no trigger warnings. afab reader. everyone is +20.

part one - i like it.

part two - riki's pov.

part three - leap of faith.

part four - twice.

part five - why are you flirting with my cat.

part six - delusional.

part seven - you're cute.

part eight - overexploited.

part nine - i can change that.

part ten - frosting and kisses.

part eleven - it's a he!?

part twelve - talk to her.

part thirteen - three in the morning.

part fourteen - stay with me.

part fifteen - i have missed you.

part sixteen - date!

[finished]

part seventeen - whipped.

part eighteen - invisible string.

𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ BOYFRIEND TEXTS 𖤐 . — nishimura riki

↺ CONTENT: established relationship, idol au, reader is female, reader is not an idol, attempted crack (my type of humor), mentions of heeseung's unseen pc (i need to get them), brief mention of reader being cat-called.

↺ FROM HYE: uh, i have no words so enjoy i guess... @kazuhaiku + @riekiss

𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ PRETEND HEARTS 𖤐. — nishimura riki

↺ CONTENT: non idol+university+fake dating au, reader is female, riki and reader are roommates, heeseung and sunghoon are partners in crime, riki is kinda a loser+lover boy here, slight angst, hurt with comfort, faint mentions of insecurities, kissing scene.

↺ FROM HYE: i wanted to try writing fake dating with heeseung but uh, i ended up choosing riki instead... this has NO business being this long though... @kazuhaiku and @riekiss (thanks for proofreading bff mwah)

The moment your ears picked up the dreadful familiar footsteps approaching you was enough to set off the alarm bells in your mind. You did not bother turning around, choosing to busy yourself by scrolling through your phone as you waited for your friends to be dismissed from their class. You did not raise your head even when his shoes appeared in your sight. If anything, you desperately wished for a hole to appear and swallow you whole so you could avoid your current dilemma. 

“Hey, how’s it going?” He asked, and you turned a deaf ear to his question. However, it seems like your ignorance only pissed him off. 

To your mixture of annoyance and disgust, Yeonjun had the audacity to reach out and grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. Goosebumps form on your skin and your hair shoots up at the skin contact. You boldly met his gaze, arching an eyebrow as you cocked your head to the side. Your seemingly scandalous position earns curious whispers from the students walking past the two of you and thankfully, some have not pulled out their phones yet. 

“Oh hello Yeonjun, I didn’t see you there?” You flashed him a smile, a smile that was anything but sweet and friendly. 

He scoffed, leaning in slightly but you did not budge, not wanting to show him you were intimidated by him. “Stop playing hard to get, (Name). Or are you doing this because this is the first time someone gives you this much attention?” 

You barked out a humorless laugh, eyes flickering to the side before back to him. “Don’t worry, I have plenty of attention and I don’t need it from the likes of you.” 

“You’re such a-” 

Cough cough. 

Yeonjun and you looked over his shoulder to see your roommate; Riki and his friends standing behind him. Riki’s eyes flickered between your faces and furrowed his eyebrows. He was not oblivious to how Yeonjun had been persistent to get you to date him, having witnessed the daily scenes of the boy chasing after you like a desperate dog. 

“I believe you were saying something?” Riki asked, taunting him to finish his sentence. 

Yeonjun clicked his tongue, moving away from you. “Never mind.” 

“I didn’t know your mother raised a coward!” Riki calls out to Yeonjun who was leaving, earning a round of sniggers from his friends. Once he disappeared from your sight, Riki turned to you, doing a quick scan and was relieved to find no physical signs of injuries. 

“You alright?” He asked, voice softening and you nodded, adjusting the strap of your bag. 

“I’m fine, thanks for stepping in, though I had that handled,” you replied. 

Riki shrugged his shoulders, reaching out to ruffle your hair. You squawked, slapping his hand away and patted down your now messy hair. “Sure, (Name). Come on, we should get going to the cafeteria before it’s too late.” 

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“You know, if he keeps bothering you, how about you do something to stop him from doing that?” Heeseung asked, once everyone had grabbed their food and settled down by their usual table. 

Riki plopped down on your right while Jake sat on your left, already reaching his hand out to steal a few of your fries. But you were quick to pull it away from his reach, eliciting a groan of protest from him. You hummed, shoving a mouthful of food into your mouth as you chewed while pondering over what he had just said. 

“And what do you have in mind?” You questioned, pointing your fork at him, not catching the secret glimpse shared between him and Sunghoon. 

“Well, for starters, you can date Riki,” Sunghoon proposed. 

The moment you heard that, you choked on your food and burst into a coughing fit. You thumped your chest while Riki sympathetically rubbed your back, in hopes of calming you down. The others however, burst out laughing at your reaction. You managed to down your water and glared at the culprits seated opposite of you. 

“Damn, I didn’t know that you dislike me that much,” your roommate teased, earning a light shove from you. 

“To put it specifically, I mean fake dating. All the two of you have to do is to pretend you’re in a romantic relationship and maybe once Yeonjun sees how lovey-dovey you two are, he might leave you alone,” Sunghoon briefly explained. 

You purse your lips, risking a glance in Riki’s direction, only to find that he was already looking at you with an expectant look on his face. “Well… when you put it that way, it does make sense but why him?” 

“I’m sorry, but is there something wrong about me?” Riki retorted, pointing at himself. 

“Yes, especially the part where you refuse to do the dishes,” you retorted and Heeseung stepped in, acting as the meditator before the two of you started squabbling amongst yourselves. 

“Both of you are roommates and you’re close with one another. If it were any of us, Yeonjun might not buy it and no offense, but you’re not my type,” Heeseung teased, only to yelp when you kicked him in the knees under the table. 

“Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual. I won’t want to date someone who’s horrible at League,” you cheekily replied, earning an offended gasp from Heeseung and a snort from Riki. 

“You take that back!” He demanded. 

“Well, she’s speaking the truth,” Sunghoon chips in, giving you a high-five when you wordlessly raise your hand. 

“I can’t believe everyone has turned against me…” 

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The day of back-to-back lectures finally came to an end and you face-planted onto the couch the moment you retreated to the safety of your dorm, not bothering to remove your shoes and bag. Riki on the other hand, sighed as he closed the doors, dumping the keys in the bowl nearby and walked to your direction. 

“(Name), at least remove your shoes and bag,” he gently reprimanded you, getting to his knees to help you do it instead. 

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt your shoes being removed, making you look over your shoulder before you pushed yourself up to remove your bag. “I can do it myself, you know. I’m not a princess or anything.”

“Well, the way you act is different from what you said,” he replied, earning a huff from you as you leaned back into the couch, head tilted up to the ceiling. 

Riki moved to sit beside you, stretching his long limbs and placed his feet on the coffee table placed before the couch. You scrunch your nose, shooting him a disgusted look and he rolled his eyes, making himself comfortable and pulled out his phone. 

“And pray tell, how do I act differently then?” You asked, already regretting asking after the words slipped out of your mouth.

Your roommate smirked, shooting you a mischievous smile. “You act like a gangster- Ow, ow, ow! Stop hitting me!” 

Poor Riki could barely finish his sentence when you wasted no time in jumping on him, grabbing the nearest pillow and repeatedly whacking him with it. The previously quiet living room was now filled with your laughter. He shielded his face with his hands, phone slipping down from his chest to the couch but none of you paid it any mind. Riki then wasted no time in switching your position with ease. You squeaked when you landed on your back with him pinning you down against the couch. 

The last warning you received was the way his eyes twinkled with mischief before he ruthlessly tickled your sides. Your entire body was trembling as you swayed side to side, pushing Riki away but it was obvious that his strength overpowers yours, like it was nothing. Tears were already formed in the corners of your eyes and your stomach was starting to ache, due to how hard and long you were laughing to your heart’s content.

“N-No, enough! Pft, Riki, I-I swear- hahaha!” You barely managed to choke out words when your roommate was persistent with his tickling attack. 

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He snickered, amused with your current state but he decided to take pity and ceased his attack; much to your relief. 

You remained laying on the couch with your legs now dangling off the edge, panting as you catch your breath. Riki sat cross-legged near the edge, with a cushion resting on his lap. You were fully aware of how his eyes remained on your figure.

“I can tell you’re thinking about something. What is it?” You asked, breaking the brief silence that had engulfed you.

Riki averted his eyes, fiddling with the rings adorned on his fingers. The cold metal surfaces proved to be useful in grounding him to reality. “...I was thinking about what you’re planning to do about Yeonjun.” 

Humming, you ran a hand through your hair, hissing when your fingers got tangled in a few strands but you slowly untangled them from your hand. “I might actually listen to Sunghoon and Heeseung’s advice.” 

“You will?” Riki’s face lit up but he cleared his throat, calming himself. You chuckled at his reaction, finding him adorable. 

“At this point I’m desperate to get him off my back and if you think about it, between choosing to be in a fake relationship with you compared to dating him, I’ll rather take the first option,” you replied, oblivious to how your words made Riki feel like he was floating. 

“So, is that a yes then? Yes to being my girlfriend and having a relationship with me?” He asked, praying that you will not be able to hear how his heart was practically pounding against his chest. 

“Fake girlfriend and fake relationship. And that’s a yes from me, So I hope you’ll take good care of me, Riki,” you pushed yourself up, flashing him a grin.

“Likewise,” he returned your grin, mentally doing somersaults in his mind. 

~

Everyone’s eyes were on you the moment you stepped onto campus. To be more specific, they were looking at you and Riki’s intertwined hands. Due to Riki being a popular student, it was safe to say that his fanclub had discovered something so devastating that you could hear their hearts shattering into tiny pieces. You tried your best to ignore the chorus of whispers and murmurs heading your way, involuntarily tensing your shoulders and even looking down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Riki gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, making you look at him. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. I got you,” he reassures you.

And for a moment, you wondered if he was a magician for his words seemed to have an immediate cooling effect. His words allow you to straighten your back and you face them head-on, unaware of how a certain student was observing the scene from the sidelines, fists tightly clenched with jealousy gnawing away at his heart and mind. Riki walked you to your class, showing no signs of releasing his hand. He did not care if there were students already taking videos of him. A part of you wonders if he has gotten used to people constantly staring and fawning over him. 

Eventually, you arrived at your lecture room and you mentally heaved a sigh of relief when Riki was the one to move away. You were about to enter when he stopped you, hand shooting out to grab your wrist. His action made you look at him, bemused. 

“Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” He smirked. 

“What am I forgetting?” You owlishly blinked your eyes. 

“You’re forgetting this,” he laughed, tugging you towards him. 

You stumbled over your feet, taken aback by the sudden force used. You would have crashed into his chest if Riki did not steadied you in the nick of time. Due to the height difference, you have to tilt your head up towards him. You hated how your heart fluttered when you saw the way he was looking at you. With nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes. 

“What on earth are you do-!?” 

Your voice dies in your throat when Riki leans down, gingerly brushing your bangs back with such tenderness that one might mistook it as love. You swore you stopped breathing for a moment when you felt him kiss your forehead. Perhaps you were overthinking, for you swore his lips lingered against your forehead longer than five seconds. He moved away, unable to hold back the laughter at the sight of your flushed ears and cheeks. 

“You’re so cute,” he teased, affectionately poking your cheeks with his index finger. 

“R-Riki, stop!” You hissed, your ears turning a darker shade of red when you noticed how some students were looking at the both of you. 

To them, they might view you as a regular couple who could not keep their hands off one another. But that was not the case. What they did not know was that everything you do was nothing more than an act, a show with you and Riki being the main lead of the performance. Riki sniggered, dropping his hand and pointed at the closed doors behind you. 

“You should get going now. Wouldn’t want the best student to be late for her first lecture, do we?” He said. 

“And I wonder whose fault is it,” you rolled your eyes, bidding him farewell and entered the lecture room, immediately locating Heeseung and Jake seated at the back. 

The two boys were waving their hands in the air, gesturing for you to sit with them and you obliged, plopping down in the empty seat between them. You already knew what they were going to ask the moment you sat down, placing your bag on your lap. 

“So, did you actually listen to Heeseung and Sunghoon’s advice?” Jake whispered, although it was barely a whisper considering how the people nearby were able to hear him loud and clear. 

You shot him a warning glare and he instinctively lowered his voice. “Yes, I did. Why are the both of you so surprised anyways?” 

They shared a glance and this time, Heeseung was the one who replied, adjusting his position when the lecturer had entered the room. “To be honest, none of us thought you would actually do it.” 

“What? Did you think I would continue letting Yeonjun follow me around like a lost puppy?” You asked, disbelief written all over your face. 

“Maybe, maybe not,” Jake chipped in. 

“Putting that aside, we saw the both of you outside. That was hella cringe,” Heeseung teased, playfully nudging his elbow against yours. 

Your face turned as red as a tomato when you heard that, already knowing what he was referring to. Instead of responding, you choose to busy yourself by pulling out your laptop when you see the lecturer entering the room. 

“Shut up, you and I both know that was merely an act and he doesn’t see me that way,” you replied, unaware of the knowing look Heeseung and Jake shares. 

“Sure (Name), whatever makes you happy.” 

~

The next few days passed with you and Riki maintaining the couple's facade. The more you continued, the more things you learnt about your roommate. A prime example would be finding out he has a talent for dancing. It happened when you were heading to campus after making a quick stop at a nearby cafe, only for you to feel your phone vigorously vibrating about in the left pocket of your jeans. You pulled it out and answered it, without even looking at the caller ID. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey (Name), where are you now?” 

You moved to the left when a cyclist rode past you, granting them enough space on the pathwalk for them to move past you with ease. ‘I’m heading to campus now. Why?”

You could pick up faint music coming from the other line. 

“Uh, I was wondering if you could head back to the dorms to grab my bag? I’ve forgotten to take it before leaving this morning,” Riki sheepishly answered. 

“What? And you’re only telling me this now? I’m going to be late for class,” you groaned. 

“Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

You were thankful that Riki was not physically there, for he would not be able see the smile you had on your face, amused with how desperate he was. “Fine, but please don’t say that ever again. You sound like a child.” 

“I’m going to let that slide since you’re doing me a huge favor. I’ll text you where to find me, thanks (Name)!” 

And just like that, he hung up. Sighing, you make a slight detour back to where the dorm is located. You entered, closing the door behind you and headed to his room without removing your shoes. You pushed the door open and it was at that moment that you were reminded of how you have never been into his room before. The first thing that piqued your interest was the Nintendo Switch resting on his table, followed by the expensive-looking PC setup sitting on his desk. 

You stepped closer to the desk, smiling when you saw three framed photographs placed on the left. One of it was with his family, taken when he managed to return home during the school break. Another was with your shared group of friends, when everyone impulsively went for an overseas trip together. The final picture however, took you by surprise. It was a picture of you when everyone was having a picnic together, celebrating the end of their final examinations last year. 

You were not sure how he had taken the picture without you knowing but you did not want to waste anymore time, not when Riki was awaiting your arrival. Eventually, you found the item you were looking for: a black bag that had his clothes. Sparing his room one final glance, you closed the door and sped walked back to campus, making a mental note to give him a good scolding once you met up with him. 

As always, there were people staring at you when you arrived. You knew they were curious to know about the identity of the bag you were carrying but you paid them no mind. True to his words, Riki had already texted you where to find him. It did not take you long to reach your destination. As you got closer, you could pick up muffled music from the other side of the closed doors. Unsure if they could hear your knocking, you were about to pull out your phone to give Riki a call when the door was opened from inside. 

“Oh, (Name)? What are you doing here?” Sunghoon asked, surprised to see you standing there. 

“Riki called and asked me to bring him his stuff,” you grudgingly replied, raising the bag. 

He laughed, pushing the door wider and gestured for you to enter. You obliged, thanking him and heaved a sigh of relief when a strong and cold gust of air kissed your face. You remained where you were, watching as four figures were moving effortlessly across the floor of the dance studio. Despite how their backs were facing you, you were able to identify your roommate, considering how he was the tallest as compared to everyone else. 

Somehow, seeing the way Riki moves with plenty of experience combined with the focused look on his face leaves you in awe. As far as you were aware, you had never seen Riki this focused, until today that is. 

“Careful there, one might think you’re actually in love with Riki,” Jake teased, entering the dancing studio after going off for a quick break. 

“What are you talking about? I told you we’re only doing this because-”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. And I heard you loud and clear,” Jake interrupted, already regretting opening his mouth in the first place. 

“(Name), you’re here!” 

Jake took this chance to slip away as Riki jogged over, his hair flopping up and down reminds you of a puppy. You raised the bag, to which he gratefully accepted it. He unzips it slightly, checking the content and a satisfied smile appears on his face. He walked to the table located on the left, placing his bag down and returned to you, hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants. 

“So, what do you think?” He asked. 

“What?” 

Riki laughed. “I saw you looking at us when we were dancing earlier. You weren’t being slick at all.” 

Huffing your cheeks, you crossed your arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway, I should get going. I’ll see you guys later.” 

“Oh.” Riki’s expression drops for a moment but before you could point it out, he was back to his usual self. 

“I’ll see you during lunch, good luck with your class,” he grins and before you could react, he leaned in to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. 

“Ew, get a room!” Heeseung called out. 

Riki turned, flipping him off and the older man gasped, dramatically resting a hand on his chest. Their interaction made everyone except you burst out laughing. You quietly made your exit, fanning your face once you were out. You leaned against the wall, eyes looking out the window before you and sighed, running a hand through your hair. 

What’s happening to me? 

“Well well well, look who it is. Today must be my lucky day.”

Groaning, you looked to your right to see Yeonjun approaching you, with his signature infuriating smirk on his face. You made a show of rolling your eyes, ready to walk off but he was faster. Yeonjun reached out his hand, grabbing your wrist and pinned you against the wall. A pained hiss left your lips when your back hits the wall with an audible ‘thud’. Raising your free hand, you wanted to push him off but he beat you to it, also grabbing your wrist and roughly slammed it against the wall. Your face burned in pure humiliation at the scandalous position you found yourself in.

“What are you doing?” You hissed, venom evident in your voice as you glared at him, trying to hide your pounding heart. 

He chuckled. “Drop the act, princess. I know you and Riki aren’t a thing.” 

Your heart dropped when you heard his response. Your first mistake was to stare at him, disbelief written all over your face. Your second mistake was to remain silent, rendered speechless. Seeing this, Yeonjun smirked and that was when he knew you were in hot soup. He leans in to whisper into your left ear. All you could do was to press yourself further against the wall, hoping you could be swallowed up whole. 

“Anyone with eyes can tell Riki isn’t interested in you. I think you should stop acting all high and mighty just because you got the popular kid dating you. Out of everyone, he has to pick you and I pity him for that.” 

“What are you saying?” You bit back. 

Yeonjun pulled away, allowing you to see the chilling smirk on his face. “I’m saying that he only does this because he pity you.” 

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing with my girl?”

Both of you turned to see Riki standing outside of the dancing room. The air around him thickened with an unspoken fury. He clenched his jaw, taking in the scene— the way Yeonjun’s posture loomed over you, and how your body language screamed for space. His voice cut through the air, sharper than he intended and he marched forward, gaze locked onto Yeonjun. 

“Back off,” he demanded, the command hanging heavily in the air. 

Riki easily stepped in between the two of you, roughly shoving Yeonjun back with one hand as he protectively positioned himself in front of you, his taller figure nearly shielding you from his sight. You internally heaved a sigh of relief, lowering your wrists as you rubbed at your left wrist that were feeling slightly sore as compared to your right wrist. 

Yeonjun stumbled back, caught off-guard with the sudden force but managed to steady himself. Surprise flickered in his eyes but the cocky grin did not fade. “What’s the problem, Riki? We’re just having a little fun.” 

Riki’s fists tightened at his sides, a storm brewing within him. “That’s not fun for her. You need to get it through your head and I’ll say this once again.” 

He paused, stepping forward until he was invading Yeonjun’s personal space. The air crackled with tension with every step he took. Riki’s eyes narrowed, and the warmth that usually defined his demeanor had transformed into an icy glare.

“Stop disturbing my girlfriend,” he said, voice low and steady, but laced with a barely contained threat. “I mean it. Or else…” 

Yeonjun’s confident smirk faltered, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. “Or else what?” he challenged, though there was a tremor in his voice now, a hint that he might be second-guessing his bravado. 

Riki leaned in closer, his tone dropping to a fierce whisper that only Yeonjun could hear. “Or else you’re going to find out exactly how far I’m willing to go to protect her.” 

There was a weight in his words, a promise of consequences that hung heavy in the air. The atmosphere shifted palpably, and Riki’s intensity forced Yeonjun to step back slightly, his confidence wavering. 

“What, you think this is a joke? You’re making a mistake if you think she’s just another game to play,” he pressed, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow tauntingly. 

Yeonjun glanced between Riki and you before scoffing. “Whatever man, have it your way.” 

He made sure to roughly shoved his shoulder against Riki’s before leaving, muttering a wonderful string of curses under his breath. None of you said a thing until he made a turn and his figure was completely out of your sight. Only then did your shoulders sagged with complete relief, leaning against the wall as you closed your eyes for a few seconds. Riki turned to you, silently approaching you and stopped, maintaining a respectful distance between the two of you. 

“...Are you alright?” He murmurs, looking hesitant on whether he should grab your hands or not.

His eyes trailed down your figure, pausing when he saw how you were rubbing your wrists and the look darkened slightly. You followed where his eyes were looking and when you realized where he was looking, you quickly hid them behind your back. But Riki shook his head, closing the remaining distance and gingerly grabbed your wrists, treating you as if you were a piece of fragile glass. 

“Don’t hide from me, please,” he softly pleaded, eyes softening. 

You remained silent, allowing him to examine your slightly red wrists. You pointedly ignored looking at him but from the corner of your eyes, you saw how he furrowed his eyebrows and how his lips were pressed in a line. You were tempted to just kiss him right there and then but you stopped yourself, feeling stupid for having such a thought. After all, there is no way your dear roommate will have romantic feelings for you, right? 

“... Do you want to head to the nurse’s office to have it checked out? I can accompany you,” he proposed, but you shook your head. 

“It’s fine, this isn’t that big of a deal.” 

Riki blinked, still holding onto your wrists. “But it is that big of a deal to me. I can’t stand the thought of you being injured.” 

The pure sincerity of his voice combined with the words made your breath hitched in your throat. You wanted to savor the moment but the words Yeonjun told you had already planted itself in the depths of your mind. You wordlessly nodded your head, unable to find the will in you to speak. Riki took your silence as agreement and brought you to the nurse’s office. None of you said another word during the walk to the nurse’s office. When she was done, you mumbled a quick excuse and left, ignoring Riki’s piercing gaze on your retreating figure. 

~ 

The next two to three weeks passed with you trying your best to avoid Riki as much as possible. It was already a difficult task, considering how you are practically living under the same roof as him. You had to take a drastic approach: leaving the dorm earlier than usual, taking a longer and more inconvenient way to campus and back to the dorm, taking a shower before or after him and even eating in your room. Everytime Riki opened his mouth, you were already retreating to the safety of your room, closing the door shut behind you. 

You knew your action was hurting him, judging from the pained look on his face but you could not bring yourself to look at him, not when you were already like this. Currently, you are lying on your bed with a pillow tightly hugged against your chest, your back facing the door as you absentmindedly stare at a random spot on the wall. 

Knock knock. 

“(Name), I know you’re in there. Would you please come out?” Riki’s muffled voice echoed from the other side of the door. 

Silence.

Riki kicked the door open with a loud thud, the sudden impact echoing through the room like a heavy slam. The forceful sound sent a sharp jolt through the air, startling you and you shot up from your bed, heart racing as the door rattled slightly in its frame from the force. You stared at him, rendered speechless with what he had done to your door and you were relieved to see it was not ripped from the hinges. The relief was then replaced with anger and disbelief, shooting him an incredulous look. 

“What the fuck was that for!? You would have broken my door!” You exclaimed. 

He merely shrugged his shoulders. “I can pay for it, but that’s not the point. I’m worried about you. And it’s not just me, the others are too. Now will you be willing to tell me what’s been happening to you?” 

You gulped at the seriousness in Riki’s voice, gripping onto the pillow as if it was your final lifeline. “I’ve told you before; it’s nothing. You don’t have to worry about me.” 

He lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. You hated how such a simple action made him more attractive than he already is. “(Name), stop lying to yourself. And why wouldn’t I worry about you? You’re my roommate and friend. Of course I’ll be worried about you.”

You bitterly chuckled; the noise gaining his attention. “Is that it? Am I really just a roommate and friend to you?” 

Riki paused, looking remorseful at what he had said. “Wait, I-” 

Your frustration boiled over, your voice escalating with every word. “I don’t know what to think anymore! This whole fake dating thing was supposed to be simple: just to get Yeonjun off my back. But now, it’s a mess, and I’m a mess! Because the more time we spend together, the more I realize I’m actually falling for you!”

Your hands flew to your hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. “At first, it was easy. Pretend dates, fake smiles; it was all supposed to be an act. Like, when you kissed my forehead, when you kissed my cheek and when you protected me from Yeonjun, it felt real and it’s messing with me. And then Yeonjun—” 

Your voice wavered as you recalled the conversation, a knot forming in your throat. “He said you’re only doing this because you pity me, and it's just—” 

You faltered, wrapping your arms around yourself as insecurity crept into your tone. “I feel so stupid for thinking there might be more. Like maybe you actually—” 

Before you could finish, Riki closed the distance between you in five long strides. His hands cupped your face, silencing you with a sudden, firm kiss. Your breath hitched, the warmth of his lips erasing your words and leaving your mind blank. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were bright with amusement, and he laughed softly, shaking his head. 

“You’re so stupid,” he said, still smiling, his thumb brushing over your cheeks to wipe the tears away. 

“W-What?” You stuttered.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” He murmured, eyes locked with yours, sincere and unguarded. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time. This whole fake dating thing? I didn’t do it because I pitied you, I did it because it was you.” 

He continued before you had the chance to speak. 

“It’s you— your strong personality, the way you never back down. You’re always so real with me. You’re caring and gentle. You’re yourself, and you don’t care about impressing anyone, least of all me. And I fell for you because of that.” 

His hand moved to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze softening even further. “I fell for your cheerfulness, the way you light up a room without even trying. But more than anything, I fell for the way you’re just you around me. No games, no pretending. Just you. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” 

Riki let out a breath, as if releasing something he’d held onto for too long. “So stop thinking this was ever about pity, because it’s not. It’s always been about you.”

You stood frozen, Riki’s words sinking in like waves crashing over you, overwhelming and impossible to ignore. You had spent so long convincing herself that this was all just an act, that he couldn’t possibly feel the same way. Yet here he was, laying it all bare in front of you.

“But... why didn’t you say anything before?” You finally whispered, your voice shaky. “Why go along with this whole fake dating thing?”

Riki let out a small sigh, his hand trailing down your arm, gently taking your hand. “Because I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way,” he admitted, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. 

“I figured if I could be close to you, even if it wasn’t real, it was better than nothing. I thought I could handle it, just pretending. But being with you, even in this fake setup… it made me fall even harder.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles, almost absentmindedly, as if seeking comfort in the touch.

“And then you started feeling things too,” he continued, his gaze locking with yours again. “I saw it—the way you’d look at me, like you were afraid it was becoming too real. And I realized I couldn’t keep pretending anymore. I didn’t want to.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, your heart pounding. “But Yeonjun—what he said… it made me doubt everything,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly.

Riki’s expression hardened for a moment, his grip on your hand tightening protectively. “Yeonjun doesn’t know a damn thing about how I feel. I don’t care what he told you. He can say whatever he wants, but that’s not the truth. I’m here because I want to be, because I love you. Not out of pity, not out of obligation. Just because it’s you.”

The raw sincerity in his voice cracked something open inside you. The room felt smaller, quieter, like it was only the two of you.

Riki smiled softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek again, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen. “You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like this, you know?” His voice was soft but firm. “And I don’t want to fake it anymore.”

The silence hung between them for a moment, charged and heavy with unspoken feelings. Then, with your heart in your throat, you leaned into him, closing the space between you once more. 

“I don’t want to fake it anymore either,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

Riki’s breath hitched, and then he kissed you—soft, but full of all the unspoken emotions that had been bottled up for so long. It was real, and it felt like everything was finally falling into place.