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It Was Never Just Fun
part two
part three
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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The music inside the party was deafening, the bass rattling through y/n’s chest as she weaved through the crowd. It smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol, bodies pressed together in the dimly lit room, but she didn’t care about any of it. Not when her eyes were locked on him.
Riki was leaning against the bar, laughing at something a girl whispered in his ear. She was close—too close—her manicured nails tracing along the sleeve of his jacket like she had every right to be there. And the worst part? He wasn’t stopping her.
Y/n felt her stomach twist, a sick, ugly feeling clawing at her insides. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching, feeling like an idiot for expecting anything different.
She should have left. Should have turned around and walked right out of the party like none of this mattered. But instead, she grabbed a drink off the nearest table and downed it in one go, ignoring the burn in her throat. She needed something—anything—to drown out the anger rising in her chest.
Because this wasn’t supposed to hurt.
They weren’t supposed to be like this.
They were just messing around—no strings, no feelings. That was the deal. That was what Riki wanted.
So why the fuck did it feel like she was suffocating?
She didn’t wait for him to notice her before she turned on her heel and stormed outside, the cold air slapping her in the face as she stepped onto the empty street.
She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care.
But she did.
And she hated herself for it.
y/n was halfway down the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her, heavy and hurried.
“Y/n—”
She clenched her jaw, her steps quickening. “Don’t.”
“Y/n, stop.”
His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a knife. She let out a bitter laugh but stopped anyway, turning to face him.
Riki stood there, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He looked frustrated—maybe even angry. Like she was the problem. Like she was the one making things complicated.
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
She let out a harsh laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“Yes, I am.” His voice was lower now, more serious. “You just disappeared. You could’ve at least told me—”
“Told you what, Riki?” she snapped, cutting him off. “That I was sick of standing there, watching you flirt with someone else like I don’t even fucking exist?”
His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she spat. “It’s always like that. Every single time.”
Riki dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “y/n, you knew what this was.”
She laughed again, but this time, it was empty. “Right. No feelings, no expectations. Just fucking and pretending like it means nothing.” She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “But here’s the thing, Riki—I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when I do. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being just another girl you push aside when you get bored.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?” she challenged.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
And that was the problem, wasn’t it?
Riki felt something. She knew he did. It was in the way he kissed her when no one was looking, the way he always pulled her back in after every argument, the way he always found her in a crowded room like he couldn’t help himself.
But he would never say it.
Because if he admitted it, then it would be real. And if it was real, then he couldn’t just walk away when it got too much.
“Say it,” she pushed, her voice trembling now. “Say you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away right now.”
He stared at her, his chest rising and falling, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting some invisible war.
Seconds passed. Then more.
And then he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”
“No, you don’t get it,” she shot back. “You’re scared. You’re so fucking scared of actually feeling something that you’d rather push me away than admit it.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.
And that was all the confirmation she needed.
y/n exhaled, taking a step back. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but she forced herself to meet his gaze one last time.
“I can’t be the only one fighting for this, Riki.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “If you don’t want me, just say it. Say it so I can stop fucking hurting like this.”
Silence.
His lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.
Y/n nodded to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s what I thought.”
She turned around and started walking, ignoring the way her vision blurred, ignoring the way her chest ached.
She kept waiting for him to stop her.
But he didn’t.
And that hurt more than anything else ever could.
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masterlist
Idk if I like thisss but I already have part two done so just lmk if you guys want it!!
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☁︎･ﾟ The Mist Thickens, Pulling You In…Step Deeper Into The Archive ⋆｡°·☁︎
☁︎･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･☁︎
RIKI MASTERLIST ↴
A Quiet Night In
Just Us, Just Love
The Breaking Point
Unspoken Desires
It Was Never Just Fun
It Was Never Just Fun (2)
It Was Never Just Fun (3)
First Meeting
It Was Never Just Fun (three)
part one
part two
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!rikix female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst, suggestive
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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riki had never known silence could be this loud.
The kind that rings in your ears. Sits heavy on your chest. Makes you realize just how fucking empty everything feels without the person you love.
And y/n?
She had been his silence for a month now.
No texts. No calls. No second chances.
And the worst part? He knew he had no one to blame but himself.
y/n never thought she’d get over riki.
She thought the ache of missing him would sit in her chest forever, that the ghost of his touch would always linger on her skin.
But then, one day, she woke up, and it didn’t hurt as much.
And that terrified her.
Because it meant she was finally letting go.
And deep down, she didn’t want to.
She just needed a reason to hold on.
But riki never knew how to give her one.
So she forced herself to move on.
Or at least, she tried.
riki didn’t hesitate this time.
Didn’t overthink. Didn’t run. Didn’t let fear keep him from doing the one thing he should’ve done a long time ago.
He showed up at her door, heart pounding, hands clammy, breath shaky.
And then—
He knocked.
Nothing.
He knocked again.
And this time—
The door opened.
y/n stood there, hair messy from sleep, wearing the hoodie he had left at her place months ago.
And fuck, he had never missed someone more.
She blinked at him, slow and unreadable. “riki?”
His throat tightened. “Hey.”
A beat of silence.
Then she exhaled, crossing her arms. “What are you doing here?”
He swallowed hard. “I need to talk to you.”
She stared at him for a long moment. Then—
“riki, don’t—”
“No,” he cut in, voice cracking. “Just—please let me say this.”
She went quiet.
So he took a breath and said everything.
“I fucked up, y/n. I know that. I knew that even before you left. But I was scared. Scared of ruining things. Scared of not being enough for you. Scared of what it would mean if I let myself love you.”
Her breath hitched.
But he wasn’t done.
“I told myself it was just fun. That I could keep you close without really having you. That I could kiss you, touch you, want you—without giving you the one thing you always deserved.”
His voice broke.
“And I was so fucking wrong.”
y/n’s eyes were glossy now, lips slightly parted.
But she still didn’t say anything.
So he took a step closer.
“I love you, y/n,” he said, voice raw. “I have for so long, and I don’t want to be scared anymore.”
Silence.
Then—
“You’re an idiot.”
His heart dropped.
But before he could say anything, y/n moved.
Her hands fisted in his hoodie, yanking him down, and suddenly
She was kissing him.
riki froze for half a second before melting into her, his hands cupping her face, his heart hammering against his ribs.
She pulled away first, her forehead resting against his, her fingers still tangled in his hoodie.
“You took way too long to say that,” she muttered.
His lips twitched, breath shaky. “I know.”
She exhaled. “You’re lucky I love you too.”
His eyes burned. “Yeah?” he whispered
She nodded, her voice softer now. “Yeah.”
riki wasn’t sure how long they stood there, breathing the same air, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing.
But it still didn’t feel close enough.
Not after everything. Not after losing her. Not after spending a month trying to pretend he could exist without her.
He wasn’t running anymore.
So he kissed her again.
Slower this time.
Less desperate. More sure
y/n didn’t hesitate, she melted into him, her hands still curled into his hoodie, pulling him closer.
His fingers ghosted over her waist before gripping her hips, anchoring himself to her. His heartbeat was wild, erratic, but for the first time in weeks his mind wasn’t loud.
It was just her.
The way she sighed against his lips, the way her fingers traced the back of his neck, the way she kissed him like she had been waiting for this too.
She pulled away just enough to whisper “I hate you.”
His lips barely brushed against hers as he murmured, “No, you don’t.”
Her hands slipped under his hoodie, nails dragging lightly over his skin. He shivered.
She smirked. “Okay, I wanted to hate you.”
His jaw clenched. “I know.”
Her expression softened. “You really scared me, riki.”
He exhaled sharply, guilt gnawing at his chest. “I know that too.”
She searched his face, eyes flickering between his, as if trying to find something. “And you’re sure?” she asked, voice quieter now. “You’re not just saying this because you miss me?”
He tightened his grip on her waist, shaking his head. “I’m sure.”
She studied him for another long second.
Then—
“Prove it.”
He swallowed hard. “How?”
y/n’s lips parted, but instead of answering, she tugged him inside.
And riki followed without hesitation.
The door barely shut before Naomi was on him again, kissing him harder, more needy this time.
riki groaned against her lips, hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her, letting her legs wrap around his waist.
Her back hit the wall, a soft gasp slipping out, and something about the sound made riki’s head spin.
Because for the first time, this wasn’t about blurred lines or ignoring feelings.
This wasn’t about pretending it was just fun.
This was real. They were real.
And he was never fucking letting her go again.
The next morning, riki woke up before her.
The sun filtered in through the curtains, casting a golden glow on y/ns bare shoulder, she was still sleeping, her face turned into the pillow, her breathing slow and steady.
And riki just looked at her.
Really looked at her.
And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t scared of what came next.
Because he had already made his choice.
And it was her.
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masterlist
ahhh it’s finally overr the ending was supposed to be wayyyy different but I switched it up last second, I hope you guys liked it!!
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It Was Never Just Fun (three)
part one
part two
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!rikix female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst, suggestive
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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riki had never known silence could be this loud.
The kind that rings in your ears. Sits heavy on your chest. Makes you realize just how fucking empty everything feels without the person you love.
And y/n?
She had been his silence for a month now.
No texts. No calls. No second chances.
And the worst part? He knew he had no one to blame but himself.
y/n never thought she’d get over riki.
She thought the ache of missing him would sit in her chest forever, that the ghost of his touch would always linger on her skin.
But then, one day, she woke up, and it didn’t hurt as much.
And that terrified her.
Because it meant she was finally letting go.
And deep down, she didn’t want to.
She just needed a reason to hold on.
But riki never knew how to give her one.
So she forced herself to move on.
Or at least, she tried.
riki didn’t hesitate this time.
Didn’t overthink. Didn’t run. Didn’t let fear keep him from doing the one thing he should’ve done a long time ago.
He showed up at her door, heart pounding, hands clammy, breath shaky.
And then—
He knocked.
Nothing.
He knocked again.
And this time—
The door opened.
y/n stood there, hair messy from sleep, wearing the hoodie he had left at her place months ago.
And fuck, he had never missed someone more.
She blinked at him, slow and unreadable. “riki?”
His throat tightened. “Hey.”
A beat of silence.
Then she exhaled, crossing her arms. “What are you doing here?”
He swallowed hard. “I need to talk to you.”
She stared at him for a long moment. Then—
“riki, don’t—”
“No,” he cut in, voice cracking. “Just—please let me say this.”
She went quiet.
So he took a breath and said everything.
“I fucked up, y/n. I know that. I knew that even before you left. But I was scared. Scared of ruining things. Scared of not being enough for you. Scared of what it would mean if I let myself love you.”
Her breath hitched.
But he wasn’t done.
“I told myself it was just fun. That I could keep you close without really having you. That I could kiss you, touch you, want you—without giving you the one thing you always deserved.”
His voice broke.
“And I was so fucking wrong.”
y/n’s eyes were glossy now, lips slightly parted.
But she still didn’t say anything.
So he took a step closer.
“I love you, y/n,” he said, voice raw. “I have for so long, and I don’t want to be scared anymore.”
Silence.
Then—
“You’re an idiot.”
His heart dropped.
But before he could say anything, y/n moved.
Her hands fisted in his hoodie, yanking him down, and suddenly
She was kissing him.
riki froze for half a second before melting into her, his hands cupping her face, his heart hammering against his ribs.
She pulled away first, her forehead resting against his, her fingers still tangled in his hoodie.
“You took way too long to say that,” she muttered.
His lips twitched, breath shaky. “I know.”
She exhaled. “You’re lucky I love you too.”
His eyes burned. “Yeah?” he whispered
She nodded, her voice softer now. “Yeah.”
riki wasn’t sure how long they stood there, breathing the same air, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing.
But it still didn’t feel close enough.
Not after everything. Not after losing her. Not after spending a month trying to pretend he could exist without her.
He wasn’t running anymore.
So he kissed her again.
Slower this time.
Less desperate. More sure
y/n didn’t hesitate, she melted into him, her hands still curled into his hoodie, pulling him closer.
His fingers ghosted over her waist before gripping her hips, anchoring himself to her. His heartbeat was wild, erratic, but for the first time in weeks his mind wasn’t loud.
It was just her.
The way she sighed against his lips, the way her fingers traced the back of his neck, the way she kissed him like she had been waiting for this too.
She pulled away just enough to whisper “I hate you.”
His lips barely brushed against hers as he murmured, “No, you don’t.”
Her hands slipped under his hoodie, nails dragging lightly over his skin. He shivered.
She smirked. “Okay, I wanted to hate you.”
His jaw clenched. “I know.”
Her expression softened. “You really scared me, riki.”
He exhaled sharply, guilt gnawing at his chest. “I know that too.”
She searched his face, eyes flickering between his, as if trying to find something. “And you’re sure?” she asked, voice quieter now. “You’re not just saying this because you miss me?”
He tightened his grip on her waist, shaking his head. “I’m sure.”
She studied him for another long second.
Then—
“Prove it.”
He swallowed hard. “How?”
y/n’s lips parted, but instead of answering, she tugged him inside.
And riki followed without hesitation.
The door barely shut before Naomi was on him again, kissing him harder, more needy this time.
riki groaned against her lips, hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her, letting her legs wrap around his waist.
Her back hit the wall, a soft gasp slipping out, and something about the sound made riki’s head spin.
Because for the first time, this wasn’t about blurred lines or ignoring feelings.
This wasn’t about pretending it was just fun.
This was real. They were real.
And he was never fucking letting her go again.
The next morning, riki woke up before her.
The sun filtered in through the curtains, casting a golden glow on y/ns bare shoulder, she was still sleeping, her face turned into the pillow, her breathing slow and steady.
And riki just looked at her.
Really looked at her.
And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t scared of what came next.
Because he had already made his choice.
And it was her.
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masterlist
ahhh it’s finally overr the ending was supposed to be wayyyy different but I switched it up last second, I hope you guys liked it!!
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Can you write something about reader meeting Riki's mom and sisters ?? I think it would be super cute
hello anon! Thank u for ur request! I wrote this on the metro so I’m not sure if it feels rushed but I hope you like it!
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff🤔
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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y/n had met plenty of people in her life but standing outside riki’s family home felt different. This wasn’t some formal introduction or passing interaction. This was his family. The people who raised him, who knew him in ways she didn’t yet, and she wanted them to like her.
riki, of course, found her nerves amusing.
“You know they’re not scary, right?” he teased, hands in his pockets as he leaned closer to her.
y/n shot him a look. “Easy for you to say. You’re already their favorite.”
“I am their son.”
“Exactly, so I have to compete.”
riki rolled his eyes but smirked anyway. Before he could reassure her, the front door swung open, and his mom appeared with a bright smile.
“There you are! y/n, finally, we meet in person,” she said warmly, immediately reaching out to pull y/n into a hug.
y/n stiffened in surprise for only a second before relaxing into it. the hug wasn’t overwhelming—just warm, like an unspoken you’re welcome here.
“It’s really nice to meet you,” y/n said as they pulled apart, offering a genuine smile.
riki’s mom gave her a once-over, still smiling. “Even prettier than I expected. And you carry yourself so well—ah, I love you already.”
y/n felt her face heat up slightly. “That’s really sweet, thank you.”
Before she could say anything else, a small voice interrupted.
“So this is y/n.”
y/n turned her head to see konon leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyeing her with a smirk. Unlike misora, who stood beside her with a more neutral expression, konon had the kind of presence that made it clear she was the older sibling.
“I was wondering when riki would finally bring you over.” konon said, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer.
riki groaned. “Can we not make this weird?”
konon ignored him, instead looking y/n up and down before nodding. “You’re cool. I like you.”
y/n chuckled, feeling some of her nerves fade. “That’s a relief.”
misora, who had been quieter, finally spoke up. “I’m curious about something.”
y/n turned to her. “Yeah?”
misora tilted her head. “How do you handle him?” She pointed at riki.
y/n blinked before bursting into laughter. “Honestly? I just bully him back.”
konon cackled. “That’s the only correct answer.”
riki scoffed. “You guys are sick.”
His mom just smiled fondly. “Come inside. We were just about to have dinner.”
As y/n stepped in, konon threw an arm around her shoulders like they’d known each other forever, already talking about all the embarrassing childhood stories she planned to share. Meanwhile, misora nudged riki.
“She’s cool,” she said simply.
riki, watching y/n laugh as she got effortlessly pulled into their family dynamic, smiled softly.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I know.”
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It Was Never Just Fun
part two
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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The music inside the party was deafening, the bass rattling through y/n’s chest as she weaved through the crowd. It smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol, bodies pressed together in the dimly lit room, but she didn’t care about any of it. Not when her eyes were locked on him.
Riki was leaning against the bar, laughing at something a girl whispered in his ear. She was close—too close—her manicured nails tracing along the sleeve of his jacket like she had every right to be there. And the worst part? He wasn’t stopping her.
Y/n felt her stomach twist, a sick, ugly feeling clawing at her insides. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching, feeling like an idiot for expecting anything different.
She should have left. Should have turned around and walked right out of the party like none of this mattered. But instead, she grabbed a drink off the nearest table and downed it in one go, ignoring the burn in her throat. She needed something—anything—to drown out the anger rising in her chest.
Because this wasn’t supposed to hurt.
They weren’t supposed to be like this.
They were just messing around—no strings, no feelings. That was the deal. That was what Riki wanted.
So why the fuck did it feel like she was suffocating?
She didn’t wait for him to notice her before she turned on her heel and stormed outside, the cold air slapping her in the face as she stepped onto the empty street.
She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care.
But she did.
And she hated herself for it.
y/n was halfway down the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her, heavy and hurried.
“Y/n—”
She clenched her jaw, her steps quickening. “Don’t.”
“Y/n, stop.”
His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a knife. She let out a bitter laugh but stopped anyway, turning to face him.
Riki stood there, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He looked frustrated—maybe even angry. Like she was the problem. Like she was the one making things complicated.
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
She let out a harsh laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“Yes, I am.” His voice was lower now, more serious. “You just disappeared. You could’ve at least told me—”
“Told you what, Riki?” she snapped, cutting him off. “That I was sick of standing there, watching you flirt with someone else like I don’t even fucking exist?”
His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she spat. “It’s always like that. Every single time.”
Riki dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “y/n, you knew what this was.”
She laughed again, but this time, it was empty. “Right. No feelings, no expectations. Just fucking and pretending like it means nothing.” She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “But here’s the thing, Riki—I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when I do. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being just another girl you push aside when you get bored.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?” she challenged.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
And that was the problem, wasn’t it?
Riki felt something. She knew he did. It was in the way he kissed her when no one was looking, the way he always pulled her back in after every argument, the way he always found her in a crowded room like he couldn’t help himself.
But he would never say it.
Because if he admitted it, then it would be real. And if it was real, then he couldn’t just walk away when it got too much.
“Say it,” she pushed, her voice trembling now. “Say you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away right now.”
He stared at her, his chest rising and falling, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting some invisible war.
Seconds passed. Then more.
And then he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”
“No, you don’t get it,” she shot back. “You’re scared. You’re so fucking scared of actually feeling something that you’d rather push me away than admit it.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.
And that was all the confirmation she needed.
y/n exhaled, taking a step back. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but she forced herself to meet his gaze one last time.
“I can’t be the only one fighting for this, Riki.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “If you don’t want me, just say it. Say it so I can stop fucking hurting like this.”
Silence.
His lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.
Y/n nodded to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s what I thought.”
She turned around and started walking, ignoring the way her vision blurred, ignoring the way her chest ached.
She kept waiting for him to stop her.
But he didn’t.
And that hurt more than anything else ever could.
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masterlist
Idk if I like thisss but I already have part two done so just lmk if you guys want it!!
reblog and comment <3
It Was Never Just Fun
part two
part three
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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The music inside the party was deafening, the bass rattling through y/n’s chest as she weaved through the crowd. It smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol, bodies pressed together in the dimly lit room, but she didn’t care about any of it. Not when her eyes were locked on him.
Riki was leaning against the bar, laughing at something a girl whispered in his ear. She was close—too close—her manicured nails tracing along the sleeve of his jacket like she had every right to be there. And the worst part? He wasn’t stopping her.
Y/n felt her stomach twist, a sick, ugly feeling clawing at her insides. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching, feeling like an idiot for expecting anything different.
She should have left. Should have turned around and walked right out of the party like none of this mattered. But instead, she grabbed a drink off the nearest table and downed it in one go, ignoring the burn in her throat. She needed something—anything—to drown out the anger rising in her chest.
Because this wasn’t supposed to hurt.
They weren’t supposed to be like this.
They were just messing around—no strings, no feelings. That was the deal. That was what Riki wanted.
So why the fuck did it feel like she was suffocating?
She didn’t wait for him to notice her before she turned on her heel and stormed outside, the cold air slapping her in the face as she stepped onto the empty street.
She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care.
But she did.
And she hated herself for it.
y/n was halfway down the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her, heavy and hurried.
“Y/n—”
She clenched her jaw, her steps quickening. “Don’t.”
“Y/n, stop.”
His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a knife. She let out a bitter laugh but stopped anyway, turning to face him.
Riki stood there, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He looked frustrated—maybe even angry. Like she was the problem. Like she was the one making things complicated.
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
She let out a harsh laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“Yes, I am.” His voice was lower now, more serious. “You just disappeared. You could’ve at least told me—”
“Told you what, Riki?” she snapped, cutting him off. “That I was sick of standing there, watching you flirt with someone else like I don’t even fucking exist?”
His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she spat. “It’s always like that. Every single time.”
Riki dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “y/n, you knew what this was.”
She laughed again, but this time, it was empty. “Right. No feelings, no expectations. Just fucking and pretending like it means nothing.” She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “But here’s the thing, Riki—I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when I do. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being just another girl you push aside when you get bored.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?” she challenged.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
And that was the problem, wasn’t it?
Riki felt something. She knew he did. It was in the way he kissed her when no one was looking, the way he always pulled her back in after every argument, the way he always found her in a crowded room like he couldn’t help himself.
But he would never say it.
Because if he admitted it, then it would be real. And if it was real, then he couldn’t just walk away when it got too much.
“Say it,” she pushed, her voice trembling now. “Say you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away right now.”
He stared at her, his chest rising and falling, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting some invisible war.
Seconds passed. Then more.
And then he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”
“No, you don’t get it,” she shot back. “You’re scared. You’re so fucking scared of actually feeling something that you’d rather push me away than admit it.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.
And that was all the confirmation she needed.
y/n exhaled, taking a step back. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but she forced herself to meet his gaze one last time.
“I can’t be the only one fighting for this, Riki.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “If you don’t want me, just say it. Say it so I can stop fucking hurting like this.”
Silence.
His lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.
Y/n nodded to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s what I thought.”
She turned around and started walking, ignoring the way her vision blurred, ignoring the way her chest ached.
She kept waiting for him to stop her.
But he didn’t.
And that hurt more than anything else ever could.
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Unspoken Desires
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: suggestive, angst?
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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riki didn’t know why he was still standing at the edge of her apartment complex, hands shoved deep into his pockets, heart hammering like a drum in his chest.
He had walked away, hadn’t he?
He had left.
He had told himself that was it.
But now, with every step he took away from her, he realized just how wrong he was.
He couldn’t forget her.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she felt against him, how she tasted, how the world had melted away the second their lips collided.
He was hungry for her.
His body craved her, ached for her. And he couldn’t escape the gnawing feeling that corrupted him
y/n had just finished dealing with errands, her body tired and sore, when she heard the knock at her door. It was a familiar sound, but this time it made her heart skip a beat.
She stood still for a moment, unsure, her mind racing. She hadn’t expected him. Not now. Not after everything.
But the knock came again, more urgent this time.
Slowly, she moved toward the door, her hand resting on the doorknob. She hesitated for a moment, her breath catching. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to face him after everything they’d been through?
She exhaled shakily, steeling herself.
With a deep breath, she opened the door.
riki stood there, his eyes searching hers. There was no anger in them, no bitterness—just something raw, something he couldn’t hide. His face softened when their eyes met, but neither of them said anything at first.
y/n could see the conflict in his gaze. The same ache she had felt. And in that moment, something inside her broke, the walls she had carefully built around her heart cracking just enough to let him in.
She stepped back, silently inviting him in. She didn’t need to say anything. The door was open, and so was she.
riki took a hesitant step forward, the weight of his own emotions making each movement feel like a thousand pound burden. He crossed the threshold, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
It was as if the simple act of being in the same space again had already begun to fill the gaps that had been left in their lives.
Without a word, y/n closed the door behind him. They stood there for a beat, the air between them thick with unspoken thoughts but y/n could feel the familiar pull toward him, the one that had never really disappeared.
The moment stretched, thick with tension, as riki’s lips brushed against y/n’s skin. Every kiss, every touch, every move made his body ache for more
Her hands slid up his chest, fingers trembling as she gripped his shirt, tugging it off with desperate urgency. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he followed suit, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing the bare skin he’d missed more than he could admit.
He could feel her pulse racing beneath his fingertips, just like his own. They were moving in sync, a rhythm they had never lost, even after the distance, even after the time apart.
y/n’s eyes locked with his—dark, heated, full of need—and in that instant, riki knew there was no turning back. They were both too far gone to stop.
“Tell me you still want me,” y/n whispered, her voice a breathless plea.
riki didn’t think twice. He crashed his lips against hers, his hands roaming down her body as if he were memorizing the feel of her.
“More than anything,” he muttered between kisses. His voice was thick, heavy with desire. “I never stopped wanting you.”
y/n’s hands slid down his back, pulling him even closer, if that was possible. Her body pressed against his, and riki could feel every curve of her, every inch of her.
He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
All he could do was feel.
Her lips parted for him, and he took the invitation, deepening the kiss, pushing her against the bed. He could hear the sound of her breath hitching, feel the way she arched against him, desperate for more.
“Riki…” Her voice trembled, fingers now working at the waistband of his pants.
He groaned, pulling away just long enough to look at her. The hunger in her eyes mirrored his own, and for a split second, he almost lost himself in it.
“y/n…” His voice was strained, barely a whisper. “Are you sure?”
Her answer came in the form of a fierce kiss, one that stole his breath and made his mind spin. She didn’t pull away. Didn’t hesitate. She wanted him.
And that was all the confirmation he needed.
He kissed her again, his hands trailing down her sides, urging her to move with him. Every inch of her body was like fire, like something he could never extinguish, something he would never be able to walk away from again.
They didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop. It was like they were racing against time, against their own resolve, against whatever might come next.
The world outside didn’t exist.
There was only y/n.
And there was only riki.
And they were completely, utterly lost in each other.
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The Breaking Point
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: idolbf!riki x f!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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It’s late. The lights from the concert stage have long faded, leaving only the quiet hum of the city beneath the hotel room. Y/n sits by the window, watching the lights flicker below. The glass feels cold against her fingertips, a contrast to the warmth that used to exist between her and riki. But that warmth has been fading—slowly at first, then all at once, like the last ember of a fire dying out.
The door clicks open behind her. She doesn’t turn around. She doesn’t have to. She knows it’s him.
Riki steps inside, still in his stage clothes, his hair a little messy from the performance, but there’s no exhaustion in his posture—only distance. His presence doesn’t fill the room the way it used to. If anything, it makes it feel smaller, suffocating.
y/n swallows the lump in her throat and stands, her heart already racing. “Riki,” she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “Are you okay?”
He doesn’t answer right away. He just exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before tossing his bag onto the bed with more force than necessary. The silence stretches between them, thick and unbearable.
And then, without even looking at her, he says, “We need to talk.”
The words hit like a slap. Y/n’s stomach twists painfully, but she forces herself to nod. “Okay,” she whispers. “Then talk.”
Riki finally meets her gaze, and for the first time in weeks, she realizes how far away he already is. There’s something cold in his expression—indifference, maybe, or something even worse.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he says bluntly. “Us.”
y/n flinches. It’s not what he’s saying, it’s how he’s saying it. Detached. Like she’s a problem he’s finally found the courage to get rid of.
“What?” Her voice cracks, but she doesn’t care. “You can’t just—riki, where is this coming from?”
His jaw clenches. He looks away, shaking his head. “Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming. You had to have felt it, too.”
She takes a step forward, desperate, grasping at something—anything. “Felt what? That you’ve been ignoring me? That you’ve been pushing me away?” She exhales shakily. “I thought we were just going through a rough patch. I thought you just needed time.”
Riki scoffs, and the sound cuts through her like a knife. “Time?” He lets out a bitter laugh, finally meeting her eyes again. “Y/n, I’ve been trying. I really have. But I just… I don’t feel the same way anymore.”
The room spins.
No. No, he’s lying. He has to be.
Her hands tremble as she shakes her head. “You don’t mean that.”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “I do.”
The finality in his tone makes her knees go weak.
She lets out a shuddering breath, forcing herself to stand her ground. “So that’s it? You’re just done? Just like that?”
Riki shrugs, like it doesn’t even matter. Like she doesn’t even matter. “It’s not working anymore.”
Y/n stares at him, trying to find something—anything—that resembles the boy she fell in love with. But she can’t. He’s already gone.
“You’re a coward,” she whispers, her voice thick with tears. “You don’t get to stand here and act like I’m the problem. You’re the one who gave up.”
riki’s expression hardens, his gaze sharp. “Maybe I did,” he says coldly. “And maybe you should, too.”
The words steal the air from her lungs.
She bites her lip to stop the sob from escaping, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. But it’s useless. She’s breaking, and he’s just standing there, watching it happen.
Y/n inhales shakily, straightening her posture even though her heart is in pieces. “I hope you realize what you’re throwing away,” she murmurs. “I hope you regret this.”
Riki doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even blink. “I won’t.”
And that’s what finally makes her stop fighting.
She nods slowly, taking a step back. “Okay,” she whispers. “Then I won’t, either.”
She turns before he can see her cry. Before she can change her mind.
She doesn’t slam the door when she leaves. She doesn’t say goodbye.
She just walks away.
And this time, he doesn’t stop her.
The Breaking Point
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: idolbf!riki x f!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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It’s late. The lights from the concert stage have long faded, leaving only the quiet hum of the city beneath the hotel room. Y/n sits by the window, watching the lights flicker below. The glass feels cold against her fingertips, a contrast to the warmth that used to exist between her and riki. But that warmth has been fading—slowly at first, then all at once, like the last ember of a fire dying out.
The door clicks open behind her. She doesn’t turn around. She doesn’t have to. She knows it’s him.
Riki steps inside, still in his stage clothes, his hair a little messy from the performance, but there’s no exhaustion in his posture—only distance. His presence doesn’t fill the room the way it used to. If anything, it makes it feel smaller, suffocating.
y/n swallows the lump in her throat and stands, her heart already racing. “Riki,” she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “Are you okay?”
He doesn’t answer right away. He just exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before tossing his bag onto the bed with more force than necessary. The silence stretches between them, thick and unbearable.
And then, without even looking at her, he says, “We need to talk.”
The words hit like a slap. Y/n’s stomach twists painfully, but she forces herself to nod. “Okay,” she whispers. “Then talk.”
Riki finally meets her gaze, and for the first time in weeks, she realizes how far away he already is. There’s something cold in his expression—indifference, maybe, or something even worse.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he says bluntly. “Us.”
y/n flinches. It’s not what he’s saying, it’s how he’s saying it. Detached. Like she’s a problem he’s finally found the courage to get rid of.
“What?” Her voice cracks, but she doesn’t care. “You can’t just—riki, where is this coming from?”
His jaw clenches. He looks away, shaking his head. “Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming. You had to have felt it, too.”
She takes a step forward, desperate, grasping at something—anything. “Felt what? That you’ve been ignoring me? That you’ve been pushing me away?” She exhales shakily. “I thought we were just going through a rough patch. I thought you just needed time.”
Riki scoffs, and the sound cuts through her like a knife. “Time?” He lets out a bitter laugh, finally meeting her eyes again. “Y/n, I’ve been trying. I really have. But I just… I don’t feel the same way anymore.”
The room spins.
No. No, he’s lying. He has to be.
Her hands tremble as she shakes her head. “You don’t mean that.”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “I do.”
The finality in his tone makes her knees go weak.
She lets out a shuddering breath, forcing herself to stand her ground. “So that’s it? You’re just done? Just like that?”
Riki shrugs, like it doesn’t even matter. Like she doesn’t even matter. “It’s not working anymore.”
Y/n stares at him, trying to find something—anything—that resembles the boy she fell in love with. But she can’t. He’s already gone.
“You’re a coward,” she whispers, her voice thick with tears. “You don’t get to stand here and act like I’m the problem. You’re the one who gave up.”
riki’s expression hardens, his gaze sharp. “Maybe I did,” he says coldly. “And maybe you should, too.”
The words steal the air from her lungs.
She bites her lip to stop the sob from escaping, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. But it’s useless. She’s breaking, and he’s just standing there, watching it happen.
Y/n inhales shakily, straightening her posture even though her heart is in pieces. “I hope you realize what you’re throwing away,” she murmurs. “I hope you regret this.”
Riki doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even blink. “I won’t.”
And that’s what finally makes her stop fighting.
She nods slowly, taking a step back. “Okay,” she whispers. “Then I won’t, either.”
She turns before he can see her cry. Before she can change her mind.
She doesn’t slam the door when she leaves. She doesn’t say goodbye.
She just walks away.
And this time, he doesn’t stop her.
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masterlist
ׄ ͡˙༅ೄྀ♥︎ �Just another love song, about you !
***introducing!... Enhypen as Beabadoobee songs, oneshots (I love bea so so much!)
Heeseung - you're here that's the thing
I feel like this just suits him so so well. The soft melody and the emotional words, a song about not knowing what you are to someone. What the relationship is. But being okay with just being, being theirs. Being so hopelessly in love that you take what ever the person gives you, even if they don't truly care.
And I think a sweet sad song like this suits him. He's friendly and warm, normally a perfectionist but with love? He's just so in love that he doesn't see the bad.
He strikes me as a receiving gifts and words of affirmation kind of guy, tell him you love him, call him handsome and he'll be all over you, gifts and kisses. He's just in love, let him be ><
Something tells me he knows this song, like bros trying to be nonchalant and I know he likes bea!.. But he's just a silly little guy (23yr and 6ft...)
I think he's a hopeless romantic but definitely has a realistic romantic in him. He's hopeless for his partner and so in love but he knows how the world works, he won't be so romantic always if it isn't reciprocated, he isn't the kind of guy to look at the world through rose tinted glasses. He does love the thought of romance though.
Jay - 10:36
Another harshly relatable song!!... Yippee! The opposite of the last, where it was about desperately wanting and needing love. This one? He doesn't need love. He wants it sure but he doesn't need it. It's a nice concept but sometimes love is just about wanting human connections. Not a real person who you love desperately.
As the song explains sometimes we just need human connections. Someone to hold us as we sleep, someone to tell us we're a good person yk? And I think he needs and deserves that. To me I think it would take a lot for him to start an actual relationship, especially with his career. He just needs a person, maybe more friends than romance.
He's definitelyyyyy a physical contact and quality time kind of guy. He just needs comfort and soft romance, a kiss on the cheek or head. A hug or hand holding. Nothing too passionate.
He's definitely a realistic romantic and a guarded romantic, he's so stuck in his ways of not needing that when he does he's too scared to opened up to people who really love him. But he's working on it. One step at a time and one kiss at a time.
Trust me when he finds someone he's crazy for he'll be locked IN. No more random calls at night, no more acting like a friends with benefits situationship. He's asking you out immediately!!
Jake - beaches (or cologne)
A literally sunshine but has a almost sexy (ew ew ew I hate writing that) side to him. Like a more masculine hot side, but he's a golden retriever through and through. Beaches is all about feelings and not being afraid to take that step. And it is him!!
But I had to add cologne because like... It's literally about sex, which I hate to sexualize him but have you seen his photoshoots?... He's doing it on purpose officer I'm innocent I swear :(
I like to think of cologne as a more... Passionate song 🤗 it's raw and straightforward about well.. Passion! And he's a very passionate guy, in his career, in everything.
I seriously love him sm to me he is every love song :) he's definitely a hopeless romantic like... Look at himmmm!! He's just a guy who falls and falls FAST. He just loves to spread joy and love!
I don't think he's very picky either tbh, he loves who he loves! Looks don't matter much to him (even though he's a Greek statue???) obviously he has to be attracted to you, kinda how a relationship works!!... But yeah, he's not gonna have a list of standards, as long as you both love each other and you're okay with the long distance you're gonna work :)
Sunghoon - ever seen
Eeeeee I love this song and I love him, I love all these guys but likeeeeee!! My little baby, trust me he is the compliment KING. Likeee this song. He is the embodiment of it frrr. " said I had the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen " is soo him.
This song is literally about compliments and lovey dovey almost like the honeymoon stage of a relationship. And this boy is always gonna be in the honeymoon stage. Just so in love and amazing and handsome and adorable and flirty and talented and suave. Very suave.
He gives me such words of affirmation and acts of service. He needs to know you love him, and believe me he will definitely let you know he loves you.
He's like... A hopeless romantic to me, very affectionate. He's on tour? He'll call you CONSTANTLY. You're at work? Yup. Calling. Constantly. He's sending photos, buying you dumb tiny gifts, thousands of texts. He's so desperate and adorable despite his normally nonchalant act.
Just love him. He's like a little shy kitty, love him and he'll soften up to your warmth and kisses!! ><
Sunoo - glue song
Angel. Literally a living angel. Tis him my Lord. My babyyyy eeee! He's the embodiment of this song!!! The soft loving lyrics and the gentle tune, if he wasn't cosplaying a vampire all the time this would be his solo career TRUST.
He loves love. Kissing and holding, living in each other's warmth. Simple moments too. Hand holding or cuddles on the couch. Laying in bed as the sun filters through the blinds or curling up on the floor and crying together. All the raw emotion from love. He's that kinda lover. Raw, romantic and real.
Glue is so him. The attachment and bond to a new kind of love that you don't want to lose. A real true lovely wonderful fairy tale love. The joy and new emotions when finding new love like this. That is this song. That is him!!
He's just a ball of love. Definitely a hopeless romantic but also an adventurous romantic. He wants to explore new love and new things but he's so devoted to the love and fostering it.
Obviously there's ups and downs but he's a rock through it all. He's really just an amazing guy, a amazing silly guy who is just loving life and romance. (And he needs to release music like this or I will flip.)
Jungwon - apple cider
A song about small crushes and innocent love, denial and confusion with crushes and matched with its soft upbeat guitar and melody that makes it sound youthful and almost nostalgic to young crushes. And lots of denial.
And he is in denial. Completely. He refuses to believe that it isn't just a small one time crush. He isn't the biggest romantic in my eyes. He likes love but isn't constantly striving for it always. He isn't that kind of guy to me. He has crushes but not partners.
So when he does.. It's weird and different. Amazing to have this love but he's so lost. Kisses on the cheek and hand holding are all he can do for the first while but give him time to improve!! From soft gracing touches to long kisses and waist holding, all baby needed was some time to learn.
He's a more practical romantic and a bit cynical at first. He loves you really! He's just.. Worried and nervous. About messing up or hurting feelings.
But he's taking it day by day and with love and support? He's got it, he'll be an expert in no time trust me >< trust meeee!!
Ni-ki - dance with me
(I wanna dance with him </3 I just want him one chance please) this song is kinda similar to some of the others but it's a underrated gem soooo!!! with her young vocals and indie pop melody this song is all about the intimacy of human touch and connection, dance being the metaphor, finding comfort in moving together on the dancefloor and the carefree feeling of it all.
It's so whimsical and youthful like lots of her older music (this is from the " patched up " ep!!) And it really suits Riki, especially the dancing metaphors. The coolness of her vocals and the flow of the song really have that smoothness that he carries himself with. Confidence and suave but such a little weirdo under it all.
To me?? Boys a mess at romance. Not that he's bad with feelings but bad at telling them, expressing them. He tries truly but he's young and clueless to love really.
almost... Old school romance vibes? Hand written notes and letters, it's easier from him to express his feelings really... Once he opens up though? Full on quirky weirdo!! Literally the goofiest guy on earth. Silly weird pickup lines and constant kisses, he's falling hardddd.
He's probably got Beabadoobee in one of his playlists... Though he strikes me as more of a " This is how tomorrow moves " or " Beatopia " guy rather than her older eps (no hate to these albums though beatopia is my CHILD).
Aaaaa yayayaya god bea is my everything!!! (@eunwonji it's out ><)
ׄ ͡˙༅ೄྀ♥︎ �Just another love song, about you !
***introducing!... Enhypen as Beabadoobee songs, oneshots (I love bea so so much!)
Heeseung - you're here that's the thing
I feel like this just suits him so so well. The soft melody and the emotional words, a song about not knowing what you are to someone. What the relationship is. But being okay with just being, being theirs. Being so hopelessly in love that you take what ever the person gives you, even if they don't truly care.
And I think a sweet sad song like this suits him. He's friendly and warm, normally a perfectionist but with love? He's just so in love that he doesn't see the bad.
He strikes me as a receiving gifts and words of affirmation kind of guy, tell him you love him, call him handsome and he'll be all over you, gifts and kisses. He's just in love, let him be ><
Something tells me he knows this song, like bros trying to be nonchalant and I know he likes bea!.. But he's just a silly little guy (23yr and 6ft...)
I think he's a hopeless romantic but definitely has a realistic romantic in him. He's hopeless for his partner and so in love but he knows how the world works, he won't be so romantic always if it isn't reciprocated, he isn't the kind of guy to look at the world through rose tinted glasses. He does love the thought of romance though.
Jay - 10:36
Another harshly relatable song!!... Yippee! The opposite of the last, where it was about desperately wanting and needing love. This one? He doesn't need love. He wants it sure but he doesn't need it. It's a nice concept but sometimes love is just about wanting human connections. Not a real person who you love desperately.
As the song explains sometimes we just need human connections. Someone to hold us as we sleep, someone to tell us we're a good person yk? And I think he needs and deserves that. To me I think it would take a lot for him to start an actual relationship, especially with his career. He just needs a person, maybe more friends than romance.
He's definitelyyyyy a physical contact and quality time kind of guy. He just needs comfort and soft romance, a kiss on the cheek or head. A hug or hand holding. Nothing too passionate.
He's definitely a realistic romantic and a guarded romantic, he's so stuck in his ways of not needing that when he does he's too scared to opened up to people who really love him. But he's working on it. One step at a time and one kiss at a time.
Trust me when he finds someone he's crazy for he'll be locked IN. No more random calls at night, no more acting like a friends with benefits situationship. He's asking you out immediately!!
Jake - beaches (or cologne)
A literally sunshine but has a almost sexy (ew ew ew I hate writing that) side to him. Like a more masculine hot side, but he's a golden retriever through and through. Beaches is all about feelings and not being afraid to take that step. And it is him!!
But I had to add cologne because like... It's literally about sex, which I hate to sexualize him but have you seen his photoshoots?... He's doing it on purpose officer I'm innocent I swear :(
I like to think of cologne as a more... Passionate song 🤗 it's raw and straightforward about well.. Passion! And he's a very passionate guy, in his career, in everything.
I seriously love him sm to me he is every love song :) he's definitely a hopeless romantic like... Look at himmmm!! He's just a guy who falls and falls FAST. He just loves to spread joy and love!
I don't think he's very picky either tbh, he loves who he loves! Looks don't matter much to him (even though he's a Greek statue???) obviously he has to be attracted to you, kinda how a relationship works!!... But yeah, he's not gonna have a list of standards, as long as you both love each other and you're okay with the long distance you're gonna work :)
Sunghoon - ever seen
Eeeeee I love this song and I love him, I love all these guys but likeeeeee!! My little baby, trust me he is the compliment KING. Likeee this song. He is the embodiment of it frrr. " said I had the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen " is soo him.
This song is literally about compliments and lovey dovey almost like the honeymoon stage of a relationship. And this boy is always gonna be in the honeymoon stage. Just so in love and amazing and handsome and adorable and flirty and talented and suave. Very suave.
He gives me such words of affirmation and acts of service. He needs to know you love him, and believe me he will definitely let you know he loves you.
He's like... A hopeless romantic to me, very affectionate. He's on tour? He'll call you CONSTANTLY. You're at work? Yup. Calling. Constantly. He's sending photos, buying you dumb tiny gifts, thousands of texts. He's so desperate and adorable despite his normally nonchalant act.
Just love him. He's like a little shy kitty, love him and he'll soften up to your warmth and kisses!! ><
Sunoo - glue song
Angel. Literally a living angel. Tis him my Lord. My babyyyy eeee! He's the embodiment of this song!!! The soft loving lyrics and the gentle tune, if he wasn't cosplaying a vampire all the time this would be his solo career TRUST.
He loves love. Kissing and holding, living in each other's warmth. Simple moments too. Hand holding or cuddles on the couch. Laying in bed as the sun filters through the blinds or curling up on the floor and crying together. All the raw emotion from love. He's that kinda lover. Raw, romantic and real.
Glue is so him. The attachment and bond to a new kind of love that you don't want to lose. A real true lovely wonderful fairy tale love. The joy and new emotions when finding new love like this. That is this song. That is him!!
He's just a ball of love. Definitely a hopeless romantic but also an adventurous romantic. He wants to explore new love and new things but he's so devoted to the love and fostering it.
Obviously there's ups and downs but he's a rock through it all. He's really just an amazing guy, a amazing silly guy who is just loving life and romance. (And he needs to release music like this or I will flip.)
Jungwon - apple cider
A song about small crushes and innocent love, denial and confusion with crushes and matched with its soft upbeat guitar and melody that makes it sound youthful and almost nostalgic to young crushes. And lots of denial.
And he is in denial. Completely. He refuses to believe that it isn't just a small one time crush. He isn't the biggest romantic in my eyes. He likes love but isn't constantly striving for it always. He isn't that kind of guy to me. He has crushes but not partners.
So when he does.. It's weird and different. Amazing to have this love but he's so lost. Kisses on the cheek and hand holding are all he can do for the first while but give him time to improve!! From soft gracing touches to long kisses and waist holding, all baby needed was some time to learn.
He's a more practical romantic and a bit cynical at first. He loves you really! He's just.. Worried and nervous. About messing up or hurting feelings.
But he's taking it day by day and with love and support? He's got it, he'll be an expert in no time trust me >< trust meeee!!
Ni-ki - dance with me
(I wanna dance with him </3 I just want him one chance please) this song is kinda similar to some of the others but it's a underrated gem soooo!!! with her young vocals and indie pop melody this song is all about the intimacy of human touch and connection, dance being the metaphor, finding comfort in moving together on the dancefloor and the carefree feeling of it all.
It's so whimsical and youthful like lots of her older music (this is from the " patched up " ep!!) And it really suits Riki, especially the dancing metaphors. The coolness of her vocals and the flow of the song really have that smoothness that he carries himself with. Confidence and suave but such a little weirdo under it all.
To me?? Boys a mess at romance. Not that he's bad with feelings but bad at telling them, expressing them. He tries truly but he's young and clueless to love really.
almost... Old school romance vibes? Hand written notes and letters, it's easier from him to express his feelings really... Once he opens up though? Full on quirky weirdo!! Literally the goofiest guy on earth. Silly weird pickup lines and constant kisses, he's falling hardddd.
He's probably got Beabadoobee in one of his playlists... Though he strikes me as more of a " This is how tomorrow moves " or " Beatopia " guy rather than her older eps (no hate to these albums though beatopia is my CHILD).
Aaaaa yayayaya god bea is my everything!!! (@eunwonji it's out ><)
┈┈┈┈Damn u! (☹︎)
↝ “ HOW DO I CONTROL MYSELF? ” 0003
***Introducing...! Riki.N x F.reader ٭ smau and some writing٭ exes to friends to lovers ٭ some swearing, angst, this is the desperate Ni-ki chapter!...٭ last , m.list, next
***After moving away last year to escape rumors and bullying... You're moving back!! To the same school, same friends and... Your ex bf, who made you move in the first place
💌- Deeply apologize because this took too long to come out, it's been rotting in drafts >< well part of it and I finished the rest the now! (Tmr is my first day back at school I'm going to cry wdym it's almost 3am??)
As you responded to replies to you tweet you didn't even notice the line moving till something.. Someone, at full force slammed into your back, you wobbled but caught your balanced and turned around, you were greeted with the one face you didn't want to see at all being back here. Riki. Shit.
As you went to open your mouth, to apologize for being oblivious, causing the interaction he beat you to it "um... Hi, sorry" he said, voice sounding different than you remembered. Maybe more gritty? Older. Either way he had an unusual smile on his lips which immediately threw you off guard. He wasn't sorry. He looked like he was holding back a laugh, god he'd tell his friends about this and make you the laughing stock. Again.
So you turned around, stepped out of line, and sped walked faster than you ever had before down the corridor and into the safety of the girls bathroom, into a stall and sat on the toilet, knees to your chest as you tried to swallow the embarrassment. So much for avoiding him on your first day.
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©jessxxxfwd 2025
S�xy T� Some��e ꒰✧꒱
***Introducing...! Lee Heeseung x F.reader ✿ he's literally so adorable I want him so bad ✿ sexy to someone by Clairo ✿ self-consciousness (?) warning ✿ m.list
💌- what do we think abt the new theme/layout? I made the gif #sosigma 💪 I think he kinda looks like the charm album cover here?.. Just me?.. Okay 😞
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As you read your yearbook you saw the notes people had written you. "I didn't know you very well but you seemed nice" or "good luck" sure they were written with nice intent but it felt so empty, written for the sake of writing something. So you wouldn't feel bad. But it felt worse.
None of them had noticed you until you all were leaving. You had friends, very little but it was enough. But sometimes you felt inferior, your friends had other friends. You didnt. But there was one note on a page by itself. You couldn't remember who signed it and there wasn't a name...
It read "Hi, we haven't spoken much. I've been mainly embarrassed to, you wouldn't like me or I would humiliate myself. But I hope whatever you choose after school fills you with fulfillment and joy. I wish I could've had the courage to speak to you, maybe I couldn't made you feel that way. I mean you're smile is gorgeous, Just seeing you everyday makes me feel like I'm lucky. Every time. And you're so talented, when I have to read over your writing it's so perfect. Like you. Even if we don't speak. Even if you don't know me. But have fun after graduation, I hope I can speak to you one day if we meet again :)"
Huh? At first you were weirded out and confused. But as you read it.. It was sweeter than anyone else's notes and you didn't even know the person. Nicer and more heartfelt than your best friends note. You loved her to bits but she was busy with others so you didn't really have as many memories to put into ink.
But this person, this guy or girl.. They said you were pretty? They wanted to know you? Not by force but by choice..
Weird. God whoever wrote that was weird. and sweet and caring. But for the most part weird.
You tossed the book onto your mattress and put your head into your palms, you needed to find this mystery writer. Stupid idea really, but it was your last week and you wanted to find this person before you left school forever.
So the next day you started your plan. You were in your class.. They'd wrote about your writing... So they had to be in your english class surely? You sat and tried to pretend to pay attention, eyes scanning the room for potential culprits. Your desk was sat between two people. Some boy you didn't know the name of but he never even looked up from his desk so it surely wasn't him. Hell half the time he wasn't even there.
And the other person was Jake. Well.. That's what his friends called him. You weren't his friend so... Sim Jaeyun. He was a flirt. But he'd never shown any interest in you, hel he acted like you were invisible, the only time he looked at you was when he was talking to the mystery boy at your other side.
Was it him? I mean... He was gorgeous.. Very very handsome. If it was him.. Wow. So you'd ask him, you wrapped a page from your english jotter, you scrubbed down your question quick.
" hi, did you write the long message in my year book? " you crumbled the paper up and slipped it onto his desk. There. Now you wait till he notices, it didn't take long however, he picked it up and unfolded it, he scoffed and smirked "nope, try him sweetheart" he pointed at the other boy and turned back to his papers... That... Didn't go as expected.
You turned to the other boy, face practically hidden in a hoodie, he was so invested into whatever he was doing. You tapped his shoulder "excuse me.. Hi" you said and he looked up, you felt your throat dry. He... He had the prettiest brown eyes ever, as the artificial lights hit them they had a honeylike glisten to them. And you were lost in his doe eyes. You didn't even hear his response "um... Yes? Hello?" He said with a small smile "you like.. Zoned out."
You nodded immediately and flushed "um yeah, uh, did you sign like a really long paragraph into my yearbook? I know it's a random weird question but it mentioned something that I thought related to this class so... " you said, word vomit pouring out your mouth before you could stop your self, as he went to respond.. The bell went. Shit. He smiled "meet me at lunch? In... This classroom?" He said and walked away,
God this whole situation was weird. The letter. The prime suspect?? Hopefully it was him and he wasn't wasting your time. That would be embarrassing. Was it so bad you wanted to know the identity of a boy who found you pretty? You felt so special and you clung onto the feeling.
So there you were. Sandwich bag in hand outside the English room leaning against the door. He appeared out of nowhere from the corridor. Soft smile and a drink in his hand, he waved gently and stepped closer.
"Um.. Hi, let's talk inside yeah?" His voice was so soft and awkward. Cute.
"Yeah sure, what did you want to tell me? Was the note you?" You said as you both went into the class, he leaned against the teachers desk and nodded "yeah, god it's embarrassing, but I meant every word.. I mean.. I do think you're gorgeous, and smart and totally cool" he smiled.
"Cool? Me?" You smiled gently and laughed "but thank you. It was... So sweet"
"Of course.. Um.. Can we be friends? I'd love to get to know you, even if we're graduating this week.. We could text or.. " he rambled on and you took both his hands into yours "sure, I'd love to" he smiled in response and nodded.
"Oh. I'm. Heeseung by the way.. I probably should've said that before" he laughed, you smiled and said your name in response "you're names really pretty" you said to him.
He smiled and nodded "um.. You wanna sign my yearbook?... I just got mine today so I don't have that many" he pulled it out his back and held it out. You took it and wrote down a message.
"I think you're pretty too Heeseung, enjoy graduation !" And right under it was your phone number, written in swirly letters and hearts and x's around them.
He blushed like crazy "ah, thanks.. I'll see you later?" He said and nodded "sure. Bye Heeseung" you smiled and he left. You stayed for a bit before leaving yourself. He was so pretty, a gentleman really.. And he wanted to know you.
You were attractive to somebody. To him. And you were happy to see where it would go.
You heard your phone buzz and smiled at the message as you noticed you sent it.
"Hi! I was wondering if you wanna go for coffee tomorrow after class? :)"
You texted him back "ofc I'd love to ♡" so that was that. You had a date tomorrow. Maybe graduating wouldn't be so bad, wouldn't be so lonely.
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┈┈┈┈Damn u! (☹︎)
↝ “ THREE, TWO, ONE STILL I'M BACK WHERE I STARTED! ” 0001
***Introducing...! Riki.N x F.reader ٭ smau and some writing٭ exes to friends to lovers ٭ some swearing, angst, desperate Ni-ki ٭ last, m.list, next
***After moving away last year to escape rumors and bullying... You're moving back!! To the same school, same friends and... Your ex bf, who made you move in the first place
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©jessxxxfwd 2025
┈┈┈┈Damn u! (☹︎)
After moving away last year to escape rumors and bullying... You're moving back!! To the same school, same friends and... Your ex bf, who made you move in the first place
Notes- inspired by Yenas song 'Damn u!" This is also my first smau woah I hope you like it!!
Warnings- kys jokes, evil riki, desperate riki, bullying, anxiety, panic attacks, fluff too tho so dw!!
Featuring!! Winter from Aespa, Wonhee from Illit, Heeseung, Ni-ki and Jake from Enhypen, Woonak from Boynextdoor
Genre: social media au (some written parts), humor (i hope), exes to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, I'll add more eventually :P
💬0000 Profiles
💬0001 Three,two,one I'm still back where I started!
💬0002 Out of my mind
💬0003 How do I control myself?
💬0004 I wish I didn't fall in love
💬0005 It's so damn painful
💬0006 Why are you so bitter when I'm sweet?
💬0007 La-la-la, la (I love you)
💬0008 I want it all right now!
💬0009 Damn u
💬0010 Loving you is painful
💬0011 It has to be only you
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(Dm or comment if you want added!)
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love day fics go hard 😻
— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢
Back to The Library
Book Title: The Mole Theory (Non-idol!Park Sunghoon x gn!reader)
Genre: Fluff, reincarnation/soulmate-ish? AU, college AU (Valentine’s fic)
Proofread: No (if any inconsistencies, especially with pronouns, let me know.)
Word Count: 2.7k
Now playing: “Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex
Content Warnings: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to assume how any real, not fiction person acts in their personal life, gn!reader, 3rd person POV (they/them used to reference reader), fluff, slight angst, reader initially thinks they’re not meant to be loved (incorrect for reader and for you), Y/n not used but “____” in place of a name, reader has two moles (1 on lips, 1 on underside of their jaw) but they aren’t visible unless someone’s really looking for them, random character “Ash” is reader’s friend, awkward kiss scene right at the end.
Author’s Note: I’m really nervous abt writing this cus I’ve never written for a real person before😭then my irl pointed out that when I write, I should write what I want cus it’s for me and not anyone else. It’s a little late in the day but still Valentine’s Day where I am, so enjoy! (Also, this is the specific photo I’m using for reference for his lil moles.😽😽)
____ was convinced they weren’t meant to be loved in any life. But they came to terms with that a very long time ago. It wasn’t something to stress over for them. It was just one of those things that simply wasn’t meant to be. This was unknowingly confirmed when a friend told them about the “mole theory.”
“That doesn’t even sound like a real thing.” They gave Ash a look of disbelief as they took a sip of their drink. The cafe around them served as a comfy hang out spot the pair frequented before and after class — today’s case was the former. Ash got her usual of a simple hot coffee with a couple of sugar packets and a splash of milk while ____ got their favorite.
“I swear it is!” Ash laughs, setting her drink down and pulling out her phone to open Google. “Look,” she handed them the phone, “it’s this myth or legend-like thing that says wherever you have a mole is where your lover in a past life kissed you the most! Isn’t it romantic? I mean at this point-”
____ sort of tuned Ash out as they sat their own drink to the side and scrolled through whatever article Ash had opened. It said practically the same as whatever Ash was spewing — at least they assumed it did. They really weren’t able to listen to her drone on about her boyfriend while reading an article.
“Okay, so” ____ cuts Ash off before she can get too deep into a spill about how cute she thought one of her boyfriend’s habits was, “what’s the point of this again?”
They hand her phone back to her as she deadpans a little. “Did you not hear the first half of what I said?” When met with a blank stare and a small shrug from ____, Ash sighs and repeats a summary of what she’d been saying. “I said, if this legend is true then it basically proves the existence of past lives! I mean, everyone has moles. Plus, it’s just so romantic to imagine that you were loved so deeply in a past life that it left a permanent mark on you in the next,” she practically swoons.
“I don’t have any moles,” ____ points out. They look down at their arms, twisting them side to side a bit to reveal skin with as many moles as a block of concrete. They go over their body in their mind, not recalling a single one that they’ve been able to see.
“I can almost guarantee you have at least one mole somewhere on your body,” Ash says with a confident expression, her arms crossed over her chest and her body leaning back in the booth.
____ just shakes their head with another shrug. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen one. Guess love wasn’t meant to find me in this life or the last.” They say it so casually and with such honest belief that Ash can only stare at them with a lightly incredulous look. But before Ash can rebuttal her friend’s self-deprecating words, ____’s phone buzzes and chimes with an alarm. “That’s my alarm to head to class. See you later?” they say, grabbing their drink and their bag without another word.
However, as much as they don’t want to admit it, the thought that they weren’t loved in this life or the next weighed on them a little. They thought back to the times they could’ve used a partner’s shoulder to cry on and the holidays they’ve been missing out on couple activities during. They would always tease Ash about her being excited to celebrate things like Valentine’s Day when her and her boyfriend could just show that same appreciation for each other every day (not that the couple didn’t anyway).
Then their mind wandered back to the mole theory in specific. They realized just about everyone she knew had at least one mole on their arm, leg, or even their collarbone. But they can’t recall a single one on their own body and face. The other people must’ve been loved lots in their past lives. Park Sunghoon, for example, has at least three just on his face. ____ wouldn’t be shocked if they were scattered all over the guy. What’s not to love?
Sunghoon and ____ were friends. The two weren’t as close as he was with the boys he grew up with, but they were close enough that they would sit next to each other and have idle chats if either one of them were in the same place without any of their other friends. It didn’t happen often. However even with their interactions being as rare as they were, it wasn’t hard for ____’s feelings to be affected.
Sunghoon was easy to be around. He was easy to talk to, very calm (with the exception of being around his friends), and was a great listener. Although ____ could’ve sworn he might’ve been spacing out several times prior, staring unblinkingly at different points of rooms and at different people. (They would bet their life on catching him staring at their lips once in a class the two shared, but it was more than likely a coincidence.) They shook the thought of Sunghoon out of their mind as much as possible as they walked to their class.
Valentine’s Day rolled around a couple days after Ash and ____’s cafe conversation. Ash and ____ had exchanged the small valentines they’d had a tradition of giving each other since childhood, Ash and her boyfriend going out for the rest of the day afterwards. ____ had exams coming up soon, so they decided to head to the library for a few hours to prepare.
It was quiet, as per usual. There were some simplistic, non-distracting valentines decorations scattered around. ____ nodded in a polite hello to the librarians as they made their way to their favorite table. They could count on one hand the amount of people in the library on the love holiday, excluding their self and the librarians. Even if they were included, ____ wouldn’t need ten fingers to count the current capacity of the building.
____ had been reading over notes and copying them down a couple times each for about an hour before an unexpected voice softly spoke up.
“Can I sit with you?”
____ jumped a bit at the voice, not expecting anyone to approach them. What was even more unexpected — but currently happening — was to see that the voice belonged to Sunghoon.
They quickly composed themself, giving a small smile and a polite nod. Sunghoon mirrored the smile and took the seat opposite ____. They had to admit to themself that a slight feeling of surprise fell over them at seeing him here instead of him being out with someone. With who, they weren’t sure, but they certainly didn’t expect him to be with them in the library.
The curiosity scratched at their mind for a while before they finally decided to quietly ask, “No holiday plans?”
Sunghoon looked up from his own notes and shook his head a little. “No one I felt like going out with. You?” His tone matched theirs, the softness in his voice giving them butterflies.
____ copied his head shake with a slight smile. “No one felt like being with me.”
Sunghoon seems to consider their words for a moment before muttering, “I felt like it.”
This surprised them a little. He’d just said there wasn’t anyone he had wanted to go out with, but he admitted he felt like being with them. The admittance, no matter the intended meaning, brought a wave of flustered heat to their face. They quickly looked back to their notes, a small “oh” escaping them in response.
The pair went back to their respective note taking, working in silence. At least, Sunghoon had returned to working. ____ couldn’t help but repeat his words in their head, sneaking a glance at him after a while. Their eyes were quickly drawn to the trio of his most prominent moles, darting between them as if studying them more intently than the notes for their tests. Their eyes started at the one just to the side of the bridge of his nose, on his right side but on their left. It was probably the darkest of the three, yet the second was the most prominent. It rests on the opposite cheek from the first mole. It would be one of the first details of his face that anyone would notice. Their gaze then traveled to the third mole. It was the lightest and the smallest, under the same eye as the first one. It was also closest to his lips, probably the second feature anyone’s eyes would be drawn to.
The mole theory rushes to the forefront of their mind. The first mole had obviously been the place Sunghoon’s past lover had kissed the most of the three, the darkness making this evident. They imagined their own kiss making the spot even darker in his next life, this thought making way for the thought of his lips leaving a love mark on ____ in their own next life. They tried to force the thought out of their mind, but it only evolved into them trying and failing to not think about how his lips would feel on theirs. Would that be a place he preferred to kiss often? Would it be often enough to leave a mark after this life comes to an end? The swirling of these thoughts in their mind made ____ practically rip their gaze away from him and make an attempt to pretend to focus their attention on their notes for another half hour.
They eventually give up with a small sigh, leaning back in their seat. They let their head fall back, and their eyes close. Sunghoon takes this as a sign of frustration with studying and lifts his gaze to them.
“Frustrated with notes?” His voice reaches them, but they don’t let their eyes go back to him knowing they’d get flustered and warm all over again. Instead they decide to let him believe that and just offer a slight nod. A few beats of silence pass between them before the scraping of a chair being pushed away from a table and back to it sounds out. ____ thinks he just decided to leave, until they hear the chair next to them make the same noises. They open their eyes and see Sunghoon being exceptionally close to their side, moving their notes close to him and reading over them.
“What are you doing?” ____’s whisper is full of shock as Sunghoon continues to read over their notes.
After a second, he looks over to them with another signature soft smile. “Helping you with your work. You said you were frustrated, right?”
____ has to force their mind to focus on his question instead of the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his arm so close to theirs. They only manage a soft nod, not trusting their voice to give out on them even in a whisper. They decide their mind is playing tricks on them when it sees his eyes flick to their lips for less than a millisecond before he turns to their notes again. ____ decides they might be going insane as they see the very tips of his ears glow a soft red.
Sunghoon and ____ go over the notes for another hour before they both decide to be done with work for the day. ____ has to beat another bout of butterflies down as Sunghoon suggests getting a post-study snack together.
They walk to the campus convenience store with light conversation filling the occasional silence. Nothing of major importance is said before or while they get their snacks. Until the two decide to eat their snacks in the park. They have a seat at one of the benches — the warmth and cologne ____ felt from him before returning even more intensely with how small the bench was — and eat their snacks in relative silence.
After a few minutes, ____ decides to bring up the mole theory out of sheer curiosity for his opinion. “Ash — my friend, I think you’ve met — told be about it the other day.”
“It sounds interesting. I like it,” he admits with a soft smile. “It’s romantic.”
“That’s what Ash said,” ____ nods, “but I kinda thought it was silly. It’s a less convincing argument than deja vu.” ____ continues their small rant while Sunghoon quietly gazes at them in listening. “I mean, practically everyone has that and can’t really explain it. At least not with a sure fire round of solid evidence. Not everyone has moles. For example, me. There’s not a single mole anywhere on my body.”
Sunghoon’s eyebrows furrow slightly, and he tilts his head with a confused expression. “What are you talking about? You have at least two.”
____ turns their attention to him with their own confused expression. “What are you talking about? I’ve never seen one and I’ve kinda lived in this body for my whole life.
____’s heart nearly stops as Sunghoon reaches up and leaves the lightest touch on the underside of the left jaw bone. “That’s one of them. It’s darker than…” He moves his touch to the very edge of ____’s bottom lip, directly in the middle. “…that one.” His voice is considerably softer than it was moments ago, and his touch manages to be even lighter. It was almost as though he was afraid being too loud or too rough would break the very world around them.
____’s whole body feels like it’s on fire. Controlling their voice as much as possible (even though it still comes out weak and almost shaky), they ask, “How did you even see those?”
Sunghoon’s touch finally falls from their skin, and they miss it immediately. He turns his attention to a very interesting patch of grass between his feet. ____ notices the tinge of red on the tips of his ears again. “I… sometimes I space out. In the class we share together, you sit on the other side of the class, facing me but a couple rows back.” ____’s mind fries at the fact that he pays any attention to them at all besides when he spaces out. “One time, you’d switched seats with the person that does sit right in front of me. You were close enough now that I could see that one,” he points to his own lips this time, still not looking in their direction, “and now I can’t help but notice it every time I see you. Then earlier, in the library, I saw this one,” he points at his jaw where the mole would be on him.
Silence settles over them, a certain tension filling the air. ____ lets it linger before speaking up. “Do you believe it?”
That confused look raises to Sunghoon’s expression again, and he finally turns to them again. “What?”
“The mole theory. You said you liked it, and you thought it was romantic. But do you believe it?”
Sunghoon considers their words for a moment. “I guess so. Why?”
“Well… I’ve decided I believe in another theory. My theory is that whoever left the love marks on you from a past life is the same person you’re meant to be with in every life. I also believe that the kiss from your past — and destined — lover feels different in those places than if someone else kissed them.” It’s ____’s turn to be intrigued by a grass patch. The suggestion makes the air feel even heavier than before.
____ is considering imploding right then and there until they hear Sunghoon speak up. “Test it.”
They turn their gaze to him to see his usual calm expression returned to his face. “What?”
“Test it. Test your theory.” He leans a little bit closer, as if inviting the test. A small smirk grows on his face the more ____ stares at him in shock mixing with a feeling of being flustered. “Or should I test it for you?”
He lets ____ process his words for as long as they need, each other’s eyes glancing towards the other’s lips. ____ only gives a small nod and leans into Sunghoon’s kiss.
They think their mind must surely be playing tricks on them when they swear they can feel moles they hadn’t noticed before grow warm under his lips being on theirs and his hand gently grazing their jaw.
⪩ㅤ ㅤִㅤㅤ ( 𝖣𝗈𐓣'𝗍 𝗒𝗈u͠ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𐓣𝗄 𝗂'𝗆 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘆 ? ◌
⃘ ˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.༘⋆ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ
" 𝑁𝐞𝘷𝑒𝑟..
