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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝑛ishimura riki x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which you write a confession to riki ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1287 ⸝⸝ not edited, kissing ⸝⸝ ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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THE SOFT HUM OF CHATTER AND THE GENTLE RUSTLING OF PAPERS FILLED THE CLASSROOM AS YOU SETTLED INTO YOUR SEAT, trying your best to look occupied.

you had spent almost two years harboring a secret crush on nishimura riki.

he was the effortlessly cool, funny and incredibly kind boy who always seemed to catch your eye.

he was everything you admired; confident, talented, and strikingly handsome.

the only problem was that you had never spoken to him in those two years other than probably eight words? — more under cut !

your friends often teased you about your obvious infatuation.

every time riki walked by or glanced in your direction, your heart would race, and your cheeks would flush a deep shade of red.

you couldn't help but steal glances at him, and more often than not, you found him looking back at you, a curious expression on his face.

today was no different. as you sat pretending to read, you felt his eyes on you.

you looked up, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before quickly looking away, your face burning. he caught you again!

this was becoming a pattern, and you could tell he was starting to find it amusing. his soft chuckle and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners made your heart skip a beat.

riki had noticed you a while ago. at first, he found it odd that you were always looking at him, but as time went on, he started to find it endearing.

there was something about your shy demeanor and the way you blushed whenever he caught you staring that he found incredibly cute and endearing.

it didn't take long for him to develop a crush on you, but every time he tried to approach you, you would get so flustered that you'd hiccup and then run away like a damsel in distress.

it was after one of these encounters, where you had practically sprinted out of the classroom after riki had simply said "hi," that he began to doubt himself.

maybe you didn't like him at all. maybe you were just being polite, and he had misinterpreted your shyness for something more.

the thought made his heart ache, and he started avoiding you, thinking it would be best to spare both of you the awkwardness.

days turned into weeks, and you noticed riki's absence quite quickly. he no longer looked your way, no longer smiled at you from across the room.

the realization that he lost interest in you because of your shy demeanour and the fact that you can’t speak a few words to him hurt more than you cared to admit.

your friends noticed your growing sadness and decided to take matters into their own hands.

"y/n, you need to do something,"

your best friend, eunchae, said one afternoon as you all sat in the cafeteria.

"you can't just let this go on forever. you like him, and he clearly liked you too before you kept running away."

"but what if he doesn't like me anymore?" you asked, your voice small.

"he does," eunchae insisted.

"trust me. you just need to show him how you feel. write him a letter or something. leave it on his desk."

you bit your lip, considering her suggestion. the thought of writing down your feelings and leaving it for riki to find made your heart pound with a mix of fear and excitement.

after much encouragement from your friends, you finally agreed.

that night, you sat at your desk, the blank page in front of you feeling like the most intimidating thing in the world.

after several false starts and a lot of crumpled paper, you finally managed to write a letter that you felt conveyed your feelings without being too over the top.

dear riki,

i don't know if you've noticed, but i've liked you for a long time. almost two years now. i know i get super shy and always run away whenever you try to talk to me, but it's just because i get so nervous around you. you're amazing, and i didn't want to make a fool of myself.

i'm sorry if i made you think i don't like you. i really do, i just didn't know how to show it.

i really hope you feel the same,

with love, y/n.

the next day, with trembling hands, you slipped the letter onto riki's desk before class started and quickly took your seat, your heart racing.

throughout the day, you couldn't concentrate, your mind occupied with thoughts of how riki would react.

would he laugh? would he be angry? would he ignore you completely?

when the final bell rang, you gathered your things and left the classroom, your steps slow and hesitant.

you were almost at the school gate when you heard someone calling your name.

turning around, you saw riki jogging towards you, holding the letter in his hand.

"y/n, wait!" he called out, his expression serious yet hopeful.

you froze, your heart in your throat as he reached you.

"r-riki, i..."

"come with me," he interrupted, gently taking your hand and leading you back into the school.

you followed him, your mind racing with endless possibilities.

he led you up to the rooftop, a place you often went to when you needed to think.

it was quiet and peaceful, with a beautiful view of the city.

once you were there, riki turned to face you, still holding your hand. "i read your letter," he said softly.

you swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze out of the cheesy words you had written.

"i'm sorry if it was weird. i just... i didn't know how else to tell you."

riki let out a small laugh, shaking his head.

"it's not weird, y/n. it's actually really sweet. and it made me realize something."

you finally looked up at him, confusion and hope pooling in your eyes.

"what do you mean?"

riki took a deep breath, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand shyly.

"i like you too, y/n. i have for a while now. i thought you didn't like me because you always ran away, but now i understand why."

your eyes widened in surprise.

"you... you do?"

riki nodded, his expression sincere.

"yeah, i do. and i'm really glad you wrote me that letter. it gave me the courage to tell you how i feel."

tears of relief and happiness welled up in your eyes.

"i was so scared you'd hate me."

"how could i hate you?" riki said softly, stepping closer.

"you're amazing, y/n. and i'm really happy we can finally be honest with each other."

before you could respond, riki leaned in and kissed you, his lips soft and gentle against yours.

the kiss was sweet and warm, filled with all the emotions you had both kept bottled up for so long.

when he finally pulled away, you were both smiling, the weight of your unspoken feelings lifted of your shoulders.

riki took your hand again, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"so, what do you say we start over? hi, i'm riki."

you laughed, your heart soaring in love.

"hi, i'm y/n. nice to meet you."

he grinned, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"nice to meet you too. now, let's get out of here. we've got a lot of catching up to do!"

with your hand in his, you left the rooftop, your heart lighter than it had been in years.

it had taken almost two years of shy glances and unspoken feelings, but you had finally found the courage to open up to riki.

as you walked out of the school together, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

© won4kiss 2024

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GOLDEN HOUR ⋆ 귀중한

sunghoon x f!reader. in which ⸝⸝ fate, time & the golden hour interwind. genre: fluff, slight angst. warnings: sunghoon's ethereal, flirting. wc: 0.8k.

"So," you begin, your curiosity piqued. "What brings you to this event?"

He grins lazily, leaning against the wall in a casual manner. "Oh, the usual. Obligation and boredom, mostly," he replies, his voice dripping with nonchalant charm.

You can't help but chuckle, amused by his response. "Ah, the classic 'I'm here because I have to be' excuse," you tease, a playful glint in your eyes.

He chuckles in return, his smile widening. "Guilty as charged," he admits, holding your gaze. "But I have to say, meeting someone like you makes it easier to endure the night."

Your heart stutters slightly at his compliment, but you quickly regain your composure. "Flattering," you respond, a hint of a smirk playing at your lips. "But I'm sure you say that to all the strangers you meet at these parties." 

He smirks, tilting his head to the side as he studies you. His eyes roam over your face, searching for that elusive quality that sets you apart. "You're different,"

he says, his tone low and contemplative. "There's something about you that's captivating. It's like a faint echo of a memory, a flash of familiarity that I can't quite pin down. It's intriguing, to say the least." He pauses for a moment, his gaze locking with yours. 

There's a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, along with a hint of something deeper that you can't quite decipher.

"I don't know what it is," he continues, his voice taking on a softer edge, "but there's something about you that's stirring up old memories. Memories I haven't thought about in a long time."

You raise an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and curiosity dancing across your features. "Old memories, huh?" you murmur, your voice tinged with a hint of confusion. "What kind of memories are we talking about here?"

He purses his lips, a faraway look in his eyes as he gazes out. "They're memories I thought I'd forgotten," he replies, his voice taking on a nostalgic tone.

He stands up suddenly, his eyes still distant and lost in thought. He begins to walk towards the balcony, with you following suit. You both stand at the railing, taking in the breathtaking view of the sunset-filled horizon.

The silence between you is laden with expectation; the unspoken words are heavy in the air. For a few moments, neither of you speaks; your thoughts are occupied by the beauty of the scene before you. 

As he turns to you, the golden light of the sunset bathing his features in a warm glow, you can't help but notice how attractive he is, in spite of the mask covering his face. In fact, the mask only seems to enhance his good looks, adding an air of mystery and intrigue that's strangely captivating.

There's a certain allure to the way the mask highlights his sharp jawline and strong cheekbones, drawing attention to his eyes, which are still veiled in shadow. The combination of the mask and his natural good looks leaves you slightly breathless, with your heart skipping a beat in your chest. 

"There were the times we spent down by the river, sitting on the bank and watching the boats go by. We'd make up stories about the people on those boats, imagining their lives and the adventures they were having."

You listen intently, your mind racing, as he talks about the times spent by the river. As he recounts the memories, something about them feels familiar to you. You can't quite put your finger on why, but it's as if you have experienced it.

He smiles at the memory, his eyes distant and nostalgic. "And then there was that time we tried to catch fireflies in the twilight," he reminisces, his voice carrying a nostalgic tone. "And she always used to say the sunset was like 

'hues of pink and orange, and clouds floating lazily across the horizon like puffs of cotton candy.'

Their words flow seamlessly as they speak in perfect unison; the synchronization is flawless and almost magical in its synchrony. 

'It was a view we both loved, and we would always marvel at its beauty together...'

As the final words leave their lips, their gazes lock as a silent connection passes between them like a current that ignites the air around them.

Their words and their voices are perfectly synchronized, creating a beautiful harmony of memory that flows effortlessly as if they're a part of a familiar dance, one they've both performed countless times before.

Time seems to slow down as the two of them find themselves in a world of their own. Every noise seems to fade, and they feel as if they are the only people in the world. The sky, a masterpiece in hues of orange and purple, serves as the backdrop, witnessing every single moment. 

They look at each other, their faces radiating a loving smile. A thousand questions and emotions swirl in their minds, each filled with hope and uncertainty.

But, in that moment, nothing else seems to matter. All that matters is living in the present and savoring every moment of this beautiful dream they don't want to wake up from. They take in every detail, engraving it into their memories. For them, this is their...

Golden Hour. 

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HIGHSCHOOL BF ─── nishimura riki

🍵 wc 765 teasing, fmr 𝅘𝅥𝅮 listen! for @bywons’s event

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who waits for you outside your lesson so that you both can go and eat lunch together.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who lets you his oversized hoodies because he knows how cute you look in them.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who has an extra hair tie on his wrist in case you forget yours.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who would get into a fight for you if anyone dared to mistreat you or talk behind your back.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who boasts about you to all his friends until they get sick and tired of listening to him.

“she’s literally the best girlfriend ever, and i love her so much you guys just wouldn’t get it.”

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who takes you on dates after school to the arcade and buys you your favourite drink from the vending machine later.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who lets you win on the games and purposely loses just to make you feel happy.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who buys one drink and two straws because he loves being cliché.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who makes you his wallpaper so that he can see you 24/7.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who carries your bag for you because he loves being helpful.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who walks you home and doesn't leave until you give him his goodbye kiss.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who hugs you until you can’t breathe.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who tickles you because he wants to hear your real laugh.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who passes you notes in class even though you sit only two seats away from him.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who gives you his jersey so that you can cheer him on in a match.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who spam texts you when you don’t reply within two minutes.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who calls you by the silliest nicknames just to get your attention because he’s clingy.

“yn my sugar plum honey vanilla cupcake with sprinkles on top, may you pass me the chips please?”

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who makes hand made gifts for you whenever he feels like it.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who would use kisses as punishments just because he likes to see you blush.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who doodles hearts on your notes when he wants to copy them.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who did compatilbity tests on the back of his book when you two didn't start dating.

HIGHSCHOOL BF RIKI who would do anything for you just to show how much he loves you.

isoobie 2024