☆ an. inspo after seeing an unholy amount of booktok biker bfs on my fyp 🤭
"riki it's been 10 minutes since I sent that text, don't tell me you sped here...again" you try to scold the boy despite burying your face in his chest the second the door flung open
you don't miss the way the boy's eyes widen for a second as he recalls the unholy amount of horns that were honked on the way here, riding well over the speed limit
"speed limits are more of a kindly suggestion, princess, and I'm not dead yet"
the boy sports a grin too proud for the confession of the laws he technically broke
"you're gonna kill yourself one day, or get yourself in jail, or both, riki" you try to sound mad but you've had this conversation one too many times with him to know it'll just go in one ear, out the other
the boy only wraps his arms around your waist tighter, trying to butter you up so you don't end up killing him first before he could do it himself from speeding
"but I'm safe now, with you, my love. isn't that all that matters?" he attempts, brushing your baby hairs out of your face, leaving you less than amused
frowning, the boy taps his chin theatrically, thinking up a way to wipe that "I'm not mad, just disappointed" look off your face
"would it make you feel any better if I, your very responsible, top-notch, safe biker boyfriend, were to take you, my pretty little backpack, to get your favorite ice cream?"
he coerces you with a grin, caressing your hair gently as the little cherry on top, knowing this could end one of too ways: one, you agreeing and thanking him for being the best boyfriend ever (his delusions talking), or two, you kicking him where the sun don't shine for trying to distract you with treats like a puppy...yet again
he prays for the former
you narrow your eyes at the boy, pressing your tongue up against the side of your cheek, stumped by his disgustingly good distraction skills
"with sprinkles?"
the boy only chuckles softly at your quirked brow and innocent question, grateful you didn't seem to choose the latter of his guesses
"come on, princess, I would've gotten that for you regardless, you actually have to punish me somehow with these conditions of yours" he grins playfully, caressing your cheek flirtily, making your cheeks warm
"no weaving between cars on the way there and....below the speed limit by 5 mph" you retort, now sporting a similar smirk on your face as his smile drops in disbelief
☆ you will develop an australian accent I'm afraid 😬
☆ "don't tell the guys, but I think Layla likes you the best"
☆ all you hear is the babygirliest giggles when you're with him
☆ this man is a flirt I'm sorry it's impossible to not fall in love
"yes mama"
"atta girl"
"good girl"
"ayy ayy ayy"
☆ expect a clingy Jake all over you 24/7 or you will face the consequences (pouty jaeyun😞)
☆ loves loves loves to fall asleep on your chest or ass (sorry my senses are tingling)
☆ will specifically ask you to make something simple for him because it "tastes different" when you make it (legit a tea bag in boiled water and he's all over you)
☆ is a snitch (sorry), will literally announce to the world if you ever dare to cheat in a game and does that cute thing wear he sticks out his tongue if you get mad
I know you write for Ni-ki but I loved your "reader and Ni-ki as 8th members of Enhypen" and was wondering if you could make one for Heeseung aswell 🤍
you and hee as the 8th member of enhypen
☆ "I'm your favorite oppa, right? come on I won't tell the other guys"
☆ just loves to use his hyung card to get one-on-one time with you if you're with the other members
☆ puts stuff on high shelves just to see you struggle and have his moment to reach it for you (he has a savior complex I can feel it)
☆ even though he's older, sometimes the roles reverse (he is the youngest of his family after all) and he comes to you to voice his worries, seeking your comfort
☆ LOVES LOVES LOVES KARAOKE
"atta girl, sing it, sing it"
☆ is your biggest hype boy fr
☆ will make you either watch or play games with him, and if you watch, you're sitting on his lap (it gives him good luck allegedly 🙄)
☆ cooks you ramyeon just to watch the joy on your face as you eat (yes, he's the 'i get full just watching you eat' type)
☆ literally has built-in y/n senses for when something is off
ex. you and the members could be on a live, laughing and interacting with the chat when he notices you're not talking as much and your eyes are droopy. immediately checks up on you before excusing you both to let you rest
ex 2. you and the members can be talking and you're not too comfortable with the topic, he'll be the first to notice your shift without a word having the slip from your lips, immediately letting the other members know to change the topic (did I mention using his hyung card)
☆ overall very attentive when it comes to you, having another level of delicateness
☆ his very protective nature tends to rub off on you, making the other members joke that you two are the mom and dad of the group. pretends he doesn't like it but would secretly love being parents together oop-
☆ he's a really flirty guy around the fans, and while I won't deny that he is bound to be a little flirty, I do believe that behind all that is utter respect for you. as soon as you joined the group, he felt the need to protect you at all costs, especially considering the extra baggage on you as not only a female idol, but the only one in a co-ed group
☆ thesis: would literally do anything for you and is whipped beyond belief
fin
a.n. it was kinda fun writing for another member having only been writing for riki. lmk if you guys want to see more content for other members!! tysm my loves!! be healthy and safe, as always
hiiii! i just wanted to say that i love your blog sm your writing is so🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 I became aware of ur blog probably when you were absent from writing, but keep up the good work! 🫶🫶🫵
thank you so much, love, you have no idea how much comments like these make my day 🥹🫶
my writing is literally so self-indulgent it's not even funny, so I'm glad to hear you enjoy it lolol
with Christmas around the corner, I manifest a certain tall, blonde, Japanese boy under your tree 😈😈<<<333
I've been seeing other blogs do this and I feel like it would be so fun to interact with my viewers rather than just coldly posting content lolol. I would love to get to know you guys better and have conversations on here!!
I also wanted to make this announcement to say that I'll be clearing my ask box from previously. After taking a break from writing, I want to come back to a clean slate to work off of, meaning that all new requests are welcome and, unfortunately, old requests will be deleted for organizational purposes. Ask away and feel free to use my ask box to chat as well! Be healthy and safe my loves
"riki I swear to God if you burn the popcorn again I'm gonna start thinking you're doing it on purpose" teasing the boy from your comfy corner of the couch, you only giggle as you hear his little stomps coming closer to the living room from the kitchen, the popcorn rustling in its bowl
"did not" he humphs, crossing his arms with a pout you knew very well was fake
"yeah yeah big boy come here" you feign annoyance but the smile on your face gives you away. meanwhile, the boy seemed to think this was the perfect opportunity to mess with you, laying fully on top of you as if he wasn't a foot taller and however many pounds heavier
"riki get off me you little-"
"little what? whatcha gonna do about it?" there's a hint of playfulness in his tone you knew all too well. the boy sure loves to test your patience. but before he would actually get his ass whooped, he situates himself in front of you as you laid on your side, his head resting back on your stomach as your legs intertwined in his
"what are we watching and no we're not watching home alone for the umpteenth time" you feel the boy's low chuckle from underneath you
"how about a horror movie" and though you weren't the hugest fan of the genre, there was no way you could say no to those puppy eyes looking up at you. he really did have pretty privilege
"fine, just 'cause you're adorable" you whisper out the last part, knowing it would only get into the boy's head. rustling his blonde locks, he hums contently at how spoiled he was being treated today
placing a peck on your tummy, he wiggles contently as he scrolls through the catalog of movies
☆
now with your arm stuck in those of 'the beast,' riki has now inched impossibly closer to you as he uses your trapped arm as a shield from any jump scares, leaving you to scoff, pausing the movie
"noo, baby, it was just getting good" the boy whines pulling at your sleeves like a child
"what has gotten into you riki, you normally love horror movies and are already on my ass about it, but look at you now" you giggle, caressing the boy's cheek as he shamelessly leans into your touch, allowing realization to hit you like a truck. you coo at the thought as you give the boy scritchies onto his scalp
"does my baby boy want attention? is that it?" the boy's eyes widen at the realization that he'd been caught. he is quick to deny and pull away for a second to protest when he eventually gives in, placing your hand back on his scalp for you to continue your ministrations
"you're a big baby you know?" you relish in this moment as you finally get to tease the boy without any repercussions, aka tickling
"mmm your big baby" the boy corrects, only nuzzling into your stomach, your body heat along with the attention leaving him in such a state of euphoria that he doesn't even care to protest
it was moments like these that you were reminded that, behind this playful boy you loved was truly just a boy who wished to be loved
☆ cause too much trouble together that you have to be separated by the members/management...
☆ are way too confident in telling him off and are quickly humbled when he reminds you of his height
☆ say that you "hate" one another when you're rlly each other's best friends
☆ members low-key ship you and made a separate gc placing their bets on how long its gonna take for one of you losers to admit your love....
☆ always sneaking into each other's beds in the middle of the night
"y/n, are you awake"
"no, leave me alone"
hearing a low chuckle, you soon feel a pair of arms wrap around you, his legs immediately tangling themselves in yours as they always did, fitting together like puzzle pieces as his nose buries itself in the crook of your neck
☆ even though you tease each other, he still has a whole other level of gentleness when it comes to you that the members are low-key jealous of😒
☆ loves seeing you in his clothes but will never admit it (blushes so hard that the other members tease him for it)
☆ never acts upon it for obvious reasons but can't help but feel a little jealous when he sees you having fun with the other members, wishing you would give him that same attention instead
☆ pretends to be grumpy but secretly loves it when you crawl into his bed, snuggling up into him in attempts to fall asleep as he prays you don't hear his heart practically jumping out of his chest
☆ admires you from afar knowing that you could never be, wishing that in some other world, in other circumstances, you'd be his and he'd be yours...
a.n: dearmura active era?? sorry I've been out for so long😞 I've been so busy and just don't have the same time I did in the summer...I'm hoping to come back and write you guys some more whenever I get the chance but motivation is running low🤕
legend says that romantic candlelit nights with riki are such an experience every depulu should live once in their lifetime, he'd for sure would set up games, movies, food and his slow chill playlist and light candles all over the room i just love him sm 😭😭
stop this is so adorable:((
I def feel like riki is the type of bf to take joy in seeing you happy. going above and beyond to make sure everything is absolutely perfect is all worth it when he sees that pretty smile on your face. he's obviously really dorky and playful. he's just a kid after all, but I definitely see him having romantic moments like these w his partner where he just pours his heart and soul into stuff like this
literal heart eyes as he watches you laugh your ass off while playing cards against humanity or eat the food he desperately tried to perfect for days before this
a.n. I need myself a bf it's not even funny anymore
a.n. pt. 2 the petname is rlly getting to my head🫣🫣 I'm a sucker for praise if you couldn't tell by my self indulgent ass works🥹
☆ cw. swearing, nightmares, crying, reader referred to as "girl" / "good girl"
☆ pairings. bf! riki × f! reader
☆ genre. angst, fluff, established relationship
☆ synopsis. when you wake up from a nightmare, he's always there to make sure you're safe with him
"god, y/n. you're so fucking irritating. nails on a chalkboard that's what you are. why did I even date you in the first place?" the boy scoffs as the bitter words slip from the lips you once kissed. ones that once reassured you that you were safe. ones that once whispered sweet nothings into your ear. ones that once gave love to every mark and curve on the expanse of your skin
it was only then as you tried cling to the boy, to try to snap him out of whatever the hell what going on. only then when he pushed you away and you tumbled to the floor, your vision blurring and breaths growing ragged as he laughed right at your broken state, a wicked smile on his face
"god, you're so pathetic, y/n"
only then as he revoked the one thing he promised to do for the rest of his days
"so pathetic to believe I ever loved you"
that you realized you never truly knew him at all
as if a force sat right on your lungs, you sprung forward, breath hard to find as you clawed at the sheets beneath you, struggling to breathe. with hot tears tainting your cheeks, you feel a warm hand rest utop yours, the boy coming into view with a face of utter horror
"angel, angel, breathe, please breathe for me" a hand comes up to support the back of your head, tangling its way into your locks as he buried you into his chest, your breaths quickening as the once familiar warmth of his embrace felt too suffocating, too burdening for you
"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry please don't leave me please don't leave me please please" you grabbed at his shirt, thrashing around as you desperately begged him with all the strength in your body, every ounce of hope, desperation, feeling, pulling him impossibly closer to you, as if he would evaporate if you dared to let go. you only feel your stomach drop as your tears soak the cotton below your cheek, more guilt washing over you as you only seem to mess up over and over and over again
"shhh shhh shhh, angel. look at me look at me. I'm not gonna leave you, my love. I'm right here. I'm right here, princess" running his hands along the expanse of your back, he fights back his own tears as he slips his hands under the fabric, rubbing soothing circles on the skin below as he places soft kisses into your locks. he holds his breath and cranes his head back to stop his breath from hitching, not wanting to frighten you
"I've got you, angel. just breathe for me, breathe. that's a good girl" kissing away the tears from your cheeks, he gently pulls you into his lap, the contact alone causing a warm feeling to come over you, your breaths evening out as you let yourself melt into his embrace
"that's my girl. now whenever you're ready, you let me know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, okay, angel? take your time" he sweetly whispers into your ear, his warm breath hitting a spot on your neck that only makes a shiver run down your spine, your back arching into him, earning a chuckle from the boy as he grips you tighter by the waist
"I..." you try to speak but your voice only comes out pathetically shakey. craning your neck to stop your tears, he only gently takes your chin, letting your eyes meet his soft ones before his flicker down to your lips
"it's okay to let it out, angel. no need to be embarrassed, my love" he reassures you after sensing the hesitation in your voice. he knew you all too well, giving you just enough of a push to continue
"I had a nightmare...that you kept degrading me and saying these god awful things" you feel your vision blurring just recalling it
god, you're so pathetic, y/n
"and that you didn't love me. you never did. and I was just too dumb, too desperate to not realize it" you looked up at the boy with pained eyes, his features smudged into splotches of color, blurred by the tears glazing your vision over
so pathetic to believe I ever loved you
"oh, angel" he softly whispers, not stopping the tears from streaming down his cheeks this time, his hands shaking as they cup your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips
"you already know that's not true, my love" you feel the corners of his lips upturning as the meet your own
"god, I love you so much it hurts" he let himself pull away for a second, almost whispering to himself as he took a second to admire your tear-stained cheeks, still managing to look like a goddess even at your lowest
"angel, I know I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed but god do you really think I'd be that dumb to let go of an absolute babe like you" he lets out a breathy laugh, interlocking his fingers behind your back, his hold on your waist never ceasing. you only laugh through tears at his attempt to flirt in a moment like this. hitting his shoulder playfully, you let your arms loop around his neck before grinning against his plump lips
"you're such a loser...I love it" you tease, letting his intoxicating scent hit your nose, making you let out a content sigh, feeling completely and utterly safe in his arms
"loser?" he scoffs, his voice deeply whispering in your ear, making a chill run down your spine as he places a wet kiss just below your ear
"you're lucky I love you or you'd get it" he lets out a deep chuckle, flipping you over so he laid on your chest, hands snaking their way around your waist. you were sure it was a obsession at this point with how they always found purchase there. giggling at his clinginess, you ruffle his hair sweetly, exchanging quiet 'i love you's into each other's ears until you heard soft snores from the boy
it was then as the boy held you tight in his arms, his heartbeat so close to yours, lulling himself to sleep to the sound of the soft thuds, that you realized he wasn't going anywhere
🧸denies it if asked but is a SUCKER for affection (i.e. cuddles, kisses, etc.)
doesn't display much pda, to the point where some may not even guess that you two are dating. as soon as you two get home, he's back hugging you, burying his face in the crook of your neck inhaling your scent, and begging you for attention
🧸has a thing for his partner being shorter than him ( I don't make the rules )
as a playful kid, this would be his perfect opportunity to tease you and overall just get on your nerves ( thinks you're the cutest when you're sulky). I also see him as very protective (non-toxic, 'wear what you want, I can fight' type) so you being shorter than him will just fuel that agenda
🧸will 100% spoil you
you like a hoodie in his closet? it's yours
sees an article of clothing that reminds him of you while you're out? here's the receipt just in case it doesn't fit (it will, he knows you all too well)
will get sulky if you choose the cheapest food item on the menu
even if it's not financially, he stills spoils you (with attention, affection, etc etc)
you just want a hug? be prepared to stay in that position with him in your arms for a good few hours
basically: what y/n wants, y/n gets
🧸is the type to baby you (either to show his love or tease you (or both))
if you're with riki, be prepared for him to coo at everything you do, no matter what it is. or have him baby talk you when he thinks you're being too cute. is also the type to feed you just to see your reaction
taking 'his baby' to a whole new level
🧸without a doubt has partner privilege
the members can baby him or tease him and he'll get all defensive about it. but when you do it, he gives in and has quite possibly the dumbest smile on his face. allows himself to be coddled like the baby he is, essentially
🧸into neck kisses
don't ask me why, my psychic senses are tingling with this one. he's definitely the type to hug you from behind or have you sat on his lap and just bury his face in the crook of your neck for warmth. also is a sucker for receiving them (will melt). it's a plus if you're ticklish cuz that makes another reason why he should kiss you there 🤷♀️
🧸gives you literal heart eyes (even when you're not looking)
when he loves someone, he's the type to show it, intentional and subconsciously. you can be talking and he'll just have the stupidest smile on his face giving you his full, undivided attention. also is very much the type to stare at your lips as you speak. you can be having a disagreement over something miniscule and he'll wait for you to finish speaking so he can just pull you into a kiss and see you all flustered
"you're so adorable when you're mad, princess"
🧸your parents LOVE him more than you oop
if you're from a culture that isn't his, he'll literally try to learn the language or some greetings to leave a good impression on your family. brings fruits, flowers, whatever cultural greeting gift it is: he's got it
is the type to feed into your mom's bragging and beg her to show him albums of your baby pics😒
LOVES sports so your dad will actually adopt him as his son
at the end of the day, your parents will scold you for not being good enough for him 'cause how is a man so perfect???/jj
☆ cw. fem-bodied reader, periods, reader is RLY sensitive, non-sexual baths (normalize this pls), not proofread
☆ pairings. bf! riki × f! reader
☆ genre. fluff, established relationship
☆ a.n. totally not making them have Mexican cuz I'm craving it...
with a sharp pain enveloping your lower abdomen, you painfully clutch onto the ice cold handle of the fridge, hissing at the feeling. you let out a deep breath to stop yourself from tearing up, utterly exhausted at the cramps you were experiencing. strangely enough, you always seemed to crave the sweet yet acidic taste of strawberries during that time of the month, explaining your out of the blue search for them now. barely gathering enough strength to pull the door open, you let out a sigh, eyes scanning the food items for a container of strawberries
as if the mood swings didn't add to your already sour mood, you feel yourself tear up subconsciously at the realization you'd run out of the sweet berries. you acknowledge the fact that you were most definitely being overdramatic but your oversensitivity prevented you from having a clear mind, allowing streaks of tears to roll down your cheeks
hearing your breath hitch and quiet sobs from the other room, riki's blood runs cold. immediately running in search of you, his eyes soften when they meet your bloodshot ones. sitting on the floor defeated, you look up at the boy with a pout, sniffing pitifully as he caresses your cheek
"what's wrong, angel?" he speaks softly as to not frighten you, bending down so he was just above your eye level, watching as you lean into his gentle touch
"w-we ran out of strawberries" you say between sniffs, looking up at the boy like a miserable child, only making him coo. seeing tears threatening to spill from your watery eyes, he cups your cheeks before pulling you into his warm embrace
"shhh shhh angel, angel, I've got you, beautiful" he whispers sweetly, catching onto your situation by your craving alone, knowing you all too well. your breathing slowly calms down, your once tense muscles relaxing at his soft touch
"that's a good girl~" he coos, sensing you were less tense. helping you up, he snakes a hand around your waist, supporting your weight as he led you to your room. sitting you against the headboard of your bed, he lays a blanket over you before disappearing for a moment, much to your dismay, coming back a few minutes later with a heat pack and his phone
pulling you onto his lap, he holds the heat pack against your abdomen, kissing down your neck softly to distract you from the pain
"how about I order us some strawberries from the market app? wouldn't want to leave my angel's side now would I?" his voice huskily whispers into your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. you let your eyes flutter shut as you relish in the sweet attention he was giving you, the heat of the pack he gave you helping with the waves of cramps
for a while you lay like that
in his arms as he whispers sweet nothing into your ear
on a particularly painful wave of cramps, you wince a little, muscles tensing once more. instantly noticing your distress, he slips you off his lap, laying you down as he rests his head on your stomach, placing sweet kisses on your abdomen. you giggle at the ticklish sensation, completely forgetting about the pain which only seems to die down at his ministrations
he smiles warmly hearing your sweet laugh, feeling a strong sense of pride that he was the reason behind it. he lays his head on your stomach, lulled slowly by the sound of your heartbeat when suddenly a growl snaps him out of his drowsiness
he looks up with a smile, ready to tease you but refraining when remembering your sensitive state. seeing you tense for the nth time at the noise, he cups your cheek, placing a gentle kiss on your lips
"is my angel hungry?" he coos sweetly, caressing your cheek softly
"what do you say about ordering some mexican and having strawberries after? how does that sound princess?" he whispers, not forgetting to kiss just below your jaw at his last word. you nod with a smile, subconsciously leaning into his touch
about to get up, your heart drops as you feel yourself flow as you stand. looking down from where you sat, tears well in your eyes at the red stain left behind
"I-I'm so sorry, ki" you almost sob, pointing pitifully at the once white sheets now painted red. looking down at your shorts didn't help either, also stained red as you leaked right through
he only smiles, unaffected at what seemed like the end of the world to you. he almost laughs at how adorably dramatic you were being, cupping your cheek sweetly
"it's okay my love. it's natural" he reassures you, gingerly pulling the sheets from their place, bunching it together before holding it in his arms nonchalantly
"see? it's nothing, beautiful" he takes your hand, guiding you down the hall, throwing the sheets in the wash before leading you to the bathroom
hands hooking the waistband of your shorts, he looks up at you expectanly, waiting for your consent
"may I?" he asks softly. at your word, he slips off your clothes before running warm water into the bath. he flashes you a warm smile as he pours a little bit of bubble solution in the water, only making you roll your eyes playfully at his antics. though, you couldn't deny that his actions never failed to put a smile on your face
massaging some shampoo into your scalp, he sang softly as your eyes struggled to stay open
"you're my angel, angel baby, angel~" he watches you with heart eyes as he sings, making you blush uncontrollably. washing away the shampoo, his hands leave your scalp momentarily as he grabs a pair of his undergarments and a pad for you, wrapping a towel around your figure before helping slip them on
"arms up" he states softly before slipping one of his clean shirts over your head. you smile softly as you distinctly smell his sweet scent against your skin. stepping back at your figure, totally engulfed by the mere size of his clothing on you, he chuckles at how adorable you looked, pulling you into a warm hug
"so beautiful" he whispers softly, kissing your damp hair as he pulls your head to his chest, not caring that his shirt was probably all wet by now
"i love you angel...and your strawberry obsession" he giggles, looking into your eyes with pure adoration
how you hated to ruin the moment but you knew he practically asked for it
"I may have an obsession but at least I don't microwave them" you tease, only bringing a look of utter shock to his face. you only giggle mischievously
"oh you're gonna get it, pretty girl" you see his tongue poking from the inside of his cheek, feigning annoyance as he nearly pounces on you, chasing your figure down the hall as you just miss his outreached grasp
"you'll never catch me nishimura~" you add fuel to the fire, teasing him further
"nishimura? why are you calling me by my government name?" he shouts with both shock and amusement. catching up to you instantly, he envelops you in his arms, holding your waist as his lips come up to your ear, breath tickling the skin below
"if you want my last name that bad, you could've just said so angel" he whispers into your ear, about to kiss down your neck when the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of the grocery order, making you perk up
"saved by the strawberry!" you state matter-of-factly, only making him roll his eyes at the loss of contact
you were lucky he loved you
fin
a.n. had multiple asks regarding a period fic so I just combined them here. thank you for reading my loves ~
cw. reader uses she/her pronouns + is referred to as girlfriend, a teensy weensy bit of cursing, the reader is hit on by some creep at one point, not proofread
pairings. non-idol! riki × fem! reader
genre. fluff, strangers to lovers
synopsis. summer would've proven to be monotonous, the greatest thrill being the audacity of the ice parlor's customers. that is until a new face walks in, leaving you daydreamin'
author's note. enhypen exists in this au but let's pretend that riki isn't an idol for story purposes
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"one scoop of mint chocolate ice cream, one of cookies and cream, one of rasberry, and one of chocolate in a sugar cone with rainbow sprinkles, chocolate drizzles and Oreos on top. and get it right, it's for my kid" they end with a forced smile, not even bothering to say please or thank you, not that you weren't used to it. sadly, you wish you could say that was the weirdest order you've gotten but, one thing this job has taught you is that kids, and parents alike, are weirdos. nevertheless you make the salty parent's order with a feigned smile and don't bother when they snatch it from your hands, throwing you the cash and not even bothering with the change
one would think that working in an ice cream shop in the hot summer heat would be ideal
if they didn't have the job, that is
but you were in no place to complain. while scooping questionable orders for ipad kids and karen parents all summer wasn't your passion project per se, it did help bring money in, money you desperately needed to afford tickets to enhypen's tour. with your unfortunate luck last year, you couldn't afford to not see them again this year. therefore, you were left to deal with a customer service job you hated where you feigned smile all day, motivated by the motto 'enhypen's worth it'
you wish you could say you at least made a friend in the process, though, your co-workers consisted of retired old folk who were too much of overachievers to at stay home and bask in their retirement money and kids around your age who you can only assume were too popular to be in your league
mentally cursing as the rude woman walked away, you compose yourself before serving the next customer who only makes you double take. a boy around your age with a height no one other than a k-idol could bear. he spoke in a low voice you'd be lying if you said wasn't attractive
"wow, that woman seemed really rude umm...y/n" he eyed your name tag before meeting your gaze, making you furrow your brows and shake your head on instinct
"no no no it's alright, I'm used to it" you reassure him. though, your answer doesn't seem very convincing to him. he frowns
"no, no it's not, no one should be used to that, I'm sorry" he apologizes, albeit, you don't know what for but, nevertheless, you nod
"thank you, babe. I'm sorry, what can I get for you?" you mentally curse at yourself for the term of endearment that slips past your lips. though, he doesn't seem to mind
"it's alright. actually, that woman speaking to you like that rubbed me the wrong way. what would you recommend, y/n?" he asked, looking at you with expectant eyes which only make you blush a little. you stutter a little as you process his caring nature though you'd just met. you push your thoughts to the back of your mind and try to remember your favorite order without embarrassing yourself
"um, I usually like to order a chocolate and vanilla swirl with rainbow sprinkles" you giggle a little
"it's the best of both worlds I guess, no need to choose a flavor when you have both" you reason, looking up at the boy whose eyes crinkle in joy. a warm laugh comes from the boy that only warms your heart
"valid. I'll take that then, please" he ends with a smile, which you return
"coming right up!" you say too giddily, as you turn around to make his ice cream you mentally curse at yourself for being so excited for no reason. though, you don't stop yourself from swirling the ice cream a little slower than usual to ensure his cone was perfect and a little higher than you're supposed to serve them
smuthering his cone in sprinkles, you hope he actually enjoys it considering you gave him extra of everything, not that he needed to know
"here ya go. that'll be $2.50, sir" you say, carefully handing him the cone, your fingers grazing his. though only for a split second, a part of you wished you could hold them with how soft they felt. you pushed away your thoughts for the nth time, knowing you were just single and too touch starved to think straight
"thank you so much" he hesitates a little before he continues
"and you can call me riki by the way, sir makes me sound way too old" he jokes, handing you a $5 bill as he laughes nodding, you take the bill. to your dismay, your fingers did not graze this time but you still added it to the machine, handing him back his two bills and quarters which he doesn't even look at before immediately placing it in the tip jar. thanking you again, he turns to leave, beginning to lick a stripe off his ice cream. though, you couldn't quite catch his reaction
as the door closed behind him, you catch your smile lingering a little too long for your liking. clearing your throat, you attempt to compose yourself, eying the clock until the very last minute. wiping down the tables and cleaning the ice cream machine kept you busy until closing. you wish you could say the thought of the sweet boy didn't entertain you through those last few hours but you'd be lying. in the back of your mind, you secretly hoped he would return soon
to let you know if he liked your recommendation of course...
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the next sale will begin in:
34 days 9 hours 0 minutes and 5 seconds
as if checking every hour would suddenly make them appear, you couldn't help but stalk the ticketmaster page, desperately waiting for seating charts, vip packages, or just prices in general to drop. with your entire happiness this summer being determined by whether or not you were going to enhypen's concert, you couldn't help but be utterly paranoid
with a heavy sigh, you peel your eyes away from your phone, dragging your feet slightly as you add the ingredients into the ice cream machine. as if the stress of ticketing and insensitive customers had not been enough, you'd been assigned the opening shift, a time you thought was ungodly to buy ice cream, but, you couldn't complain. overtime did mean more money in your pocket, so you opted to keep your complaints to yourself
as the day continued, you couldn't deny that the boy was on your mind again. even amongst tamer regulars, he was the one person you genuinely wanted to see
"um excuse me. I don't know why it's so hard for you to get it through your thick skull, but I ordered my ice cream in a waffle cone, not sugar cone" a woman spat out, shoving the cone in your hands before you could begin to unpack that statement
"I'm sorry ma'am but you ordered your ice cream on a sugar cone so I made it that way" you tried to reason, knowing damn well that she specified sugar, not waffle
"well the customer is always right! so quit the sass and do your j-"
"ma'am, I know this is none of my business but this young woman said she made your order to the 't,' so would you please have some human decency, admit your sorry, and leave her alone, please" the voice you'd been waiting yearning for all day rang out, interrupting the bitter words that came from the woman's mouth. looking up, your eyes meet his, which only give you a look of reassurance. completely stunned by his actions, the woman finds herself at a loss of words, grumbling as she stormed out of the parlor like a child throwing a tantrum
giggling as the door jingled behind her, he stepped forward, now directly parallel to you across the counter
"you never seem to catch a break, now do you?" he almost laughs, still amused at the woman's childlike nature. trying to keep your composure, you only shrug with a smile
"thank you, again. for caring I mean. you didn't have to do that" you insist, unable to meet his eyes, a little nervous being around someone you deemed way too out of your league. he only frowns
"y/n, this is only my second time meeting you but I swear if someone tries to disrespect you again, I will defend you towards the ends of the earth. who else is gonna recommend me ice cream flavors?" he ends with a teasing smile, which you only scoff at, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach at the implications of the beginning of his statement
his smile grows, a contagious expression which only reflects back to you
"speaking of ice cream recommendations, that was quite possibly the best ice cream I've ever had. when I got home, I couldn't stop thinking about coming back here. please share some more of your ice cream secrets, oh wise one" he teases, making you giggle. you ignore how your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him thinking about you like you had him
no
it wasn't like that
right?
you tap your chin comically as you think. the whole time, he bears an expectant look on his face, giving you his full, undivided attention, making you a little nervous if you do say so yourself
"you fancy me as a cookie dough kind of guy" you joke, playing along, making him smirk
"is that so?" he gives you an amused look. you don't miss the way his eyes rake you before returning to yours
"I'll take your word. I'll have that then, please" he smiles, sitting down on a stool in front of the counter, still parallel to you, watching as you make the treat
"so, if you don't mind me asking, what brought you here? there must be a reason why you wanna stay here even after all these fussy customers" he asks curiously, eyes never leaving you. as you scoop a few spoons of the cookie dough, you smile to yourself
"just trying to save up for a concert that's all" you tell the truth, opting to not elaborate, guessing he wouldn't care to ask anyways. your answer seems to pique his interest as he rests his chin in his hand, eyeing you with a curious look
"ooo what artist?" he questions, much to your surprise. you decide to tease the boy a bit, feeling oddly comfortable with him already though you just met him the previous day
"you sure do ask a lot of questions don't you? definitely cookie dough" you don't miss how he smiles to himself at your comment. he lifts his arms in defense with a warm smile
"got me there. now who are you seeing?" he continues. at this point you hand him his ice cream, making sure to add rainbow sprinkles on top. though he didn't ask for them, you did so nonetheless considering how he seemed to enjoy them the previous day. your guess seemed to be correct as his eyes lit up immediately
"oh thank you" *gasp* "how'd you know I love sprinkles" he takes a spoonful of the treat, humming in delight as his eyes shut, his head thrown back dramatically
"you're a genius, y/n, I swear" he says through mouthfuls of ice cream, making you laugh
"thank you, and, to answer your question, I'm seeing enhypen. have you h-" he immediately lets out a gasp, almost choking on his spoonful. bracing his chest, he swallows his bite before looking at you with wide eyes
"you like enhypen?" he speaks in a hoarse voice which you only guess is from the coldness he quickly swallowed. you nod questionably, still confused as to why he had such a visceral reaction. he throws his head back in disbelief before craning his neck back to face you, leaning forward over the counter, resting his chin in his hand once more
"I literally religiously listen to their music it's not even funny" he jokes, taking another spoonful of ice cream
"what can I say? only hot people love enha" you state, not even processing your words until they come out of your mouth. eyes widening, you immediately regret it after seeing him look up from his ice cream with a teasing smile
"so are you implying I'm hot?" he teases, cocking his head to the side as he raises his eyebrows, making you freeze, scrambling to come up with some witty response to save yourself
"well I was implying I was hot actually but I guess you're included in there too" you state, masking your nervousness with feigned confidence. he bursts into a fit of laughter, throwing his head back and clapping his hands, a habit you found way too cute for your liking. calming down, he wipes away the tears that formed in his eyes, giving you an approving nod
"touche, touche"
high from your sudden boost of confidence, you continue playing along, matching his energy
"so then you're implying I'm hot. touche, am I right?" you say with a look way too innocent for your intentions. giving him your best does eyes in an attempt to amuse the boy. you could see his act falter a bit as he scoffs taken aback by your words, low-key finding it really attractive
"if the shoe fits" he states simply, as if his words weren't going to replay in your mind the rest of the day and keep you up at night pondering their intentions. taking one last spoonful of his ice cream, he walks toward the counter to pay, immediately putting his change in the tip jar just as he did the previous day. before leaving, he didn't forget to bid you a goodbye, promising to come by the next day to see you
a jake stan you presume
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the next sale will begin in:
12 days 6 hours 0 minutes and 2 seconds
though the shop had it's flaws, one thing about it you adored was the days off. with every employee being part time, the manager decided to just give everyone a day off every week to meet the hour requirements for part timers. having a day to yourself to escape the antarctic temperatures and even colder people was essential
normally, you would have stayed home and basked in your ability to sleep in. though, you ultimately decided against it when finding out the local pool was open. now you weren't a fan of public pools, infested with children who fail to control their bladders. but, with your oddly good luck, you arrive at a time earlier than most head for a swim, ensuring the pool all to yourself
slipping your towel off your skin, you gently make your way into the water, hissing at the cold temperature. sighing in relief as your muscles seemed to relax, you bask in the sunlight. bracing yourself with your arms off the edge of the pool, you sway your feet up and down, almost like a mermaid. you laugh to yourself. suddenly getting an idea, you slide yourself into the water fully, gripping onto the edge of the pool with just your hands. dipping your hair in the water, you wip back singing "part of your world~" as water splashes all around you dramatically
as you look up, your smile slowly drops as a heavy blush takes over your face
"hey, princess" that same voice you found yourself replaying in your mind rang out just above you. he gives you a smile but you only widen your eyes at the name, making him suddenly go into a frenzy
"no no no, I didn't mean it in like a player, f-boy way. like princess as in princess ariel. and you were just ariel so I-" you only giggle at his panicked stage, finding him increasingly adorable by the minute
"are you gonna keep rambling or are you gonna join me?" you tease, suddenly getting confidence boost. you immediately pat yourself on the back when you see a blush take over his face. you pretend not to notice. he shyly slips his way into the pool beside you, albeit a few feet adjacent to you, only amusing you more
"don't worry, riki. I don't bite on fridays" you slip your sunglasses down your nose, giving him a teasing look which he only returns with a shy smile. for a few minutes, you two sat in silence like that. it was then when it finally occurred to you that your conversations never went beyond the shop. you frown a little at the realization that he may not be very comfortable with you, judging by his hesitance
"I really like ariel" he finally speaks up, meeting your gaze with an unsure look. you smile warmly at his comment. he continues
"my older sister, konon, had this bright red hair when we were little. I always told her she looked like ariel" he laughs at the memory, almost making you feel like you were there too
"I guess she kind of became my favorite Disney princess 'cause she reminded me of her. you know how younger siblings kinda idolize their big sisters at that age. and my little sister, sola." he smiles to himself "gosh she's a character"
"you and your sisters must be close" you say, orienting yourself to face him, giving him your full, undivided attention. he pretends not to be flustered by the sudden attention, nodding with a smile
"what brings you here by the way? I WAS planning on having the pool all to myself so you at least owe me an explanation" you joke. he hesitates a little before responding, refusing to meet your gaze
"well, I was gonna get ice cream butsawyouweren'tthere so I decided to come here to cool off" he mutters his words in the middle but you understand nevertheless. with a smile, you lightly push his side a little. you don't miss the way he tenses at the contact
"it's not like scooping ice cream is a skill. you could've gone in even if I wasn't there" you tease, seeing him smile to himself a little at your words
"I dunno, it's not the same without you there" he finally meets your gaze as he speaks. you panic a little at his confession
"ya! you ruined ice cream for me. now I can't have it without you" he complains dramatically, making you giggle. you don't notice his smile forming at your happy state
"well I'm sorry I let you down today. how about we have some now, my treat" you offer, seeing the glimmer in his eyes at your invitation. you can practically see the cogs turning in his head as he contemplates the right response. deciding to tease him further, you gradually climb the steps to get out of the water
"I'm not getting any younger~" he is immediately snapped out of his thoughts at your words. without thinking, he gently grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks
"it's a date" he gives you an unsure look, biting his lip a little in anticipation. you try to keep your composure but the look on his face was too priceless. giggling like a teenage girl, you shake his hand away playfully
"don't get ahead of yourself now" you tease, flashing him a smile as you run off playfully. searching for you things, you rummage through your bag in search of your towel. mentally cursing at yourself, you realize you had forgotten it at home. pouting at the implications of you walking around town all wet, you sigh
emerging from the water himself, riki quickly takes notice of your frustrated state. searching for his towel, he wordlessly approaches your wet figure
"may I?" holding the towel just before it made contact with your back, he gives you a warm smile. giving him a shy nod, you quietly thank him, not missing the way he tries not to touch you out of respect as he helps drape it around you
"let's go, yeah?" waiting for you, you stop dead in your tracks at his actions. inhaling, you didn't miss the boy's scent hitting your nose, soothing you. in a weird way, you felt a gravitation towards the boy you couldn't quite explain. felt so safe with him though you'd only met him not long ago. shaking your thoughts, you hold the towel around yourself, nodding a shy thank you before following him
upon reaching the ice cream parlor, he insisted you choose for him, requesting you "surprise" him. with a playful roll of your eyes, you order for the both of you, reaching for your wallet to pay only for him to hand his own bill to the woman behind the counter, much to your surprise. with a smile, he insists its his treat as an apology for interrupting your pool day
making sure to hand you your ice cream first, you thank him before you begin to walk. about to leave himself, the employee stops him before you notice
"your girlfriend is beautiful by the way, you're a very lucky guy" the old woman gives him a smile as she hands over the soft serve. blushing to himself a little, he returns her smile
"I know"
"riki!" you call after him after noticing he wasn't next to you. beckoning him over, he takes one last glance at the woman before running to catch up to you. smiling as he slowly reached you, your eyes catch an arcade down the street. both giving each other a challenging look, you wordlessly agree to head there
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"but you already bought me ice cream. that's not fair" you complain with a pout, refusing to let riki pay for your tokens. trying to stop him from inserting his bill only proved to be fruitless, using your height against you. raising it above his head, he smirks as he sees you struggle. fingers gripping onto his shirt as leverage, you use the other to futility reach for the bill. he masks his blush with a smile, pretending as if he wasn't internally screaming at your touch
"come on! you're holding up the line! just let your boyfriend pay already" a bystander stresses, causing a blush to come over both of you. suddenly aware of your proximity, you let go of the boy, stepping away as you let him slip the money into the machine. collecting the tokens, you two walk away together, trying desperately to hold your laughter but mutually breaking after only a few steps of silence
with a gasp, he immediately pulls you to two basketball machines adjacent to each other off to the right of the arcade. giddily inserting the tokens into their respect slots, you shoot him a shirt
"watch and learn pretty boy" you tease, knowing VERY well you were all bark and no bite. you can see his tongue poking at the side of his cheek, amused
"we'll see about that, babe" he challenges, his voice dropping an octave in a tone too attractive than you'd like to admit
as if on cue, the clock starts and basketballs roll down the ramp. your eyes widen at the boys lightening reflexes, immediately grabbing a ball. taking a gulp, you swiftly pick up a ball yourself, shooting and (thankfully) succeeding much to your surprise
with new found motivation to beat the boy, you keeping shooting, glancing over at his score every so often as you waited for balls to roll down. as if feeling your eyes on him, the boy turns his head, throwing you a wink
"this one's for you, y/n" he says in a voice you assume was supposed to sound flirty. rolling your eyes, you watch as he dramatically dribbles the ball, flicking his wrist as he throws it only to completely miss the net. a wide-eyed look comes over his face, absolutely crushing his ego. you can't help but burst out laughing, doubling over as you brace yourself against the boy
soon enough, the buzzer goes off with you two only making a couple of shots, not that you cared. eyeing the scoreboards, you smirk. turning to the boy, you bat your eyelashes mockingly at him, rubbing your win in his face. with a smile, he accepts defeat, satisfied enough by seeing you have a good time. with a giggle, he watches you flaunt the tickets you won
with a gasp, you tap the boy excitedly, pointing toward a claw machine just a few games down. you (of course) take the opportunity to tease him
"if you get me something from there, maybe we can all forget about that excuse for a shot back there" you cock your head, giving him a challenging look. he hates the way your attitude worked wonders on his mind. how it makes it much harder to resist looking at your lips. how it turns his mind into putty and makes him eager enough for your attention to instantly take you up on the offer. though he would've done it anyway if it meant your happiness
"which one do you want?" he asks, scanning the plushies for himself, mentally playing a guessing game of which you would choose. as soon as you laid eyes on the machine, you knew exactly which one you wanted. with a smile, you happily pointed to a little duck plushie. he gives you a questioning look but inserts the tokens nonetheless
being places in be middle of two games, the claw machine had only the facet facing you visible. combined with his tall frame, you found it hard to watch. with a pout, you searched for a way to observe him play, eyes lighting up when you see an opening just in front of the boy
slipping just under the boy's arms, you feel him freeze a little before resting his chin on your forehead, continuing to jut the switch "strategically." the same feeling took over yourself. you were nothing to him but why did it feel right to be this close to him? why did you feel so safe at this proximity and crave more than just the contact of his chin on your head?
your thoughts are interrupted by him pulling away, much to your dismay, shouting in celebration at his win as he happily danced around like a child. swiftly grabbing the duck plushie from the slot, he handed it to you with a smile, which you only returned
"okay, okay, I'll forget about that lame shot. thank you riki" you smile, eyes lingering a little too long as they meet his. giving you a playful nudge, you giggle as you watch him feign annoyance. hugging your duck plushie, you hold it up next to his face, using your other hand to caress your chin in a pondering manner
"hmm there's definitely a resemblance" you tease, looking up at the boy who only gives you an unamused look. you giggle as he pouts a bit, further proving your point
"you're too cute" you say with a laugh, only further annoying him
"not cute" he mumbles under his breath, crossing his arms like a child, earning a chuckle from you
"if you insist my little duckie" your voice raises in a teasing manner toward the end, already sensing his annoyance growing
he was too easy
"oh you're gonna get it" he threatens with a scoff too attractive for the situation
"not if you can't catch me~" you tease, running off before he could realize it, searching for a hiding spot amongst the neon lights and laughing crowds, face lighting up at a perfect spot just behind the basketball machines. being on a slant, you'd be under the upper portion of the game, giving you enough space to hide without being too claustrophobic
you almost laugh at how childish you were being but he didn't seem to care, eagerly searching for you through the crowds. with the spot in sight, you try to slip your way through the many people huddled around the arcade machines, running as fast as you could. your tunnel vision didn't seem to take notice of a quite everything in front of you, though. you immediately stop in your tracks at a figure in front of you just before you ram into them
"hey hey what's the rush pretty girl?" a bit around your age stood before you, a smug look on his face. your breath quickened a bit. for some odd reason, you couldn't help but feel disgusted at his words. like they were wrong to hear. like you were betraying riki in a way but letting the boy very obviously flirt with you. flashing him a fake smile, you try to slip through the crowds to lose him but he persists, taking hold of your arm with a vice grip
"let me go!" tears start to well in your eyes in fear, no one seeming to notice. scanning the crowds of people for the boy seemed futile
"relax, babe. we can talk this over somewhere else, yeah?" he smirks, starting to drag you toward the door. hot tears roll down your eyes as you try shaking his grip away
"hey! she told you to let her go" a familiar voice appears. with a hopeful look, you lock eyes with riki whose face bares a petrified expression. you can see the pain in his eyes as he feigns a confident look
"and who are you?" the stranger asks bitterly. you see him hesitant before he speaks, giving you a look beforehand, almost an 'im sorry'
"she's my girlfriend, so if she told you to let her go, then let her the fuck go" his voice shakes, his anger not masking his fear entirely, but you suppose the boy doesn't notice, immediately letting go of your arm, lifting his arms defensively before walking out the door
as your eyes finally meets riki's, his gaze softens, enveloping you into a tight hug. hit with the gravity of the situation if he weren't there, you cling to him, letting your tears dampen his shirt as he holds your head, massage your scalp
"I'm so sorry I let you out of my sight, angel. I promise it'll never happen again" his voice was soft, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as his arms never left your side. you ignore the butterflies in your stomach at the name, too focused on his warm hold seemly washing your worries away. cupping your cheek, he looks into your eyes with a soft smile as he rubs soothing circles onto your skin as he gently wipes a tear away
"how about I take you home" he whispers, looking down into your eyes as he towered over your figure. nodding wordlessly, you let him lead you towards the door, hand still around your waist, too afraid to let you go. you knew by now he was a man of boundaries, one of respect. but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. placing a hand over his on your waist gave him the reassurance he needed that he had your consent
in that moment, you realize he never corrected himself when he addressed you as his girlfriend
you didn't seem to mind
walking through the streets as he led you home, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. the fact that a bystander would probably mistaken you two for a couple and you wouldn't corrected them. you couldn't help but shake the thought that you could get used to it
upon reaching your door, you could see the hesitation in his movements, slowly dropping his hand from your waist. he scans you before speaking, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear
"are you sure you're okay, y/n" his voice softens as he searches into your eyes for any sign of discomfort
"never been better" you smile, slipping your hands around his neck, embracing him as an expression of your gratitude "thank you." you close your eyes as you squeeze him tighter, knowing he would never truly know how grateful you were for him through words alone
"my pleasure" he watches intently as you pull away, pulling your keys out to unlock your door. as your back faces him, he can't shake the one thought he had on his mind, couldn't let you slip away from him once more. with a gentle grip on your wrist, he pulls you back into his arms. hands coming up to cup your cheeks, he tilts his head, lips colliding with yours
for a second, the world stopped, the only thing running through your mind being the sweet taste of vanilla on the boy's lips. as the reality hits you, you follow his movements, tangling your fingers through the boy's soft locks. you feel a hot tear roll down your cheek, feeling utterly complete. as if this very moment answered all of the burdening questions and doubts that previously ran through your mind
and just like that, it got stripped away from you
he pulls away abruptly, eyes shifting frantically as his hands came up to his hair, pulling at the strands you once touched. you can hear his breath quick as he speaks
"fuck, fuck, fuck, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't even ask for your consent. you were just hit on by some creep and this is what I do. I'm such a horrible person" you hear his voice shake as he paces back and forth
"please don't hate me" he locks eyes with you. only then do you see the streaks of tears rolling down his cheeks and the bloodshot nature of his eyes
"oh, ki, I could never hate you" tears begin to well in your own eyes. you attempt to approach the boy, cupping his cheeks in reassurance. he only feels disgusted with himself at your actions, feeling as if he manipulated you to feel that way. knowing you would never feel the same as he did you, he mutters an 'im sorry' before leaving
in that moment, it was as if every foot away from the boy was another one you'd never get back. you wish you could blame someone, something, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were part to blame. like sand, you let the boy slip right through your hold. only the remnants of what used to be remained, leaving you completely empty
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the next sale will begin in:
8 days 18 hours 9 minutes and 26 seconds
"one scoop of mint chocolate ice cream, one of cookies and cream, one of rasberry, and one of chocolate in a sugar cone with rainbow sprinkles, chocolate drizzles and Oreos on top. and get it right, it's for my kid" they end with a forced smile, not even bothering to say please or thank you, not that you cared. every day felt like an endless loop, a time without meaning ever since the boy left you that day. how much you wished to see his puma eyes and tall figure walk through those glass doors. how you wish you could've hugged him tighter that day, then maybe he would still be here with you
forcing a smile became increasingly difficult. anybody could see you were at your breaking point. as the days passed and the voicemails accumulated, it felt as if you deserved to be ghosted, deserved the rude treatment, only pulling yourself through the day by pure muscle memory
eyes flickering to the clock, you began to lose hope that the boy would ever walk through those doors again. taking your last order, you greet the family goodbye with a feigned smile before you heave the heavy mop onto the tile floor emotionlessly. hearing the bell at the door ringing, you take in a sharp breath
"sorry we're closed" you force out, not even feeling like feigning a peppy voice. hearing a pair of shoes shuffling closer, you clench your jaw, ready to break at any point. looking up, your eyes meet the ones that have kept you up on sleepless nights, haunted your thoughts
wordlessly, you run to the boy, not even bothering to stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks. immediately doing what you dreamt of doing these past nights, you tiptoe to reach the boy, cupping his cheeks softly and letting his lips meet yours. your breath hitches and you taste the saltiness of your tears as you feel the boy's soft lips you missed dangerously. letting his forehead meet yours, you whisper painfully
"please don't leave again. please, ki" you breath out, interlocking your fingers in his hair as you did that day
"I promise, angel. I promise. I'm so sorry for being such a coward" you only shush the boy, relishing in the warmth you missed oh so much. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when his hands find purchase on your waist. you can't help but think the fit was too perfect for it not mean to be
"angel" he whispers sweetly into your ear, making your breath hitch. you only hum in response, not wanting release your hold on him just yet
"will you be mine?" he caressed your cheek softly as he whispers. you only giggle through tears
"only if you come to enha with me" you smile, leaning into the touch. wiping the tears from his cheeks, he chuckles
"you got yourself a deal"
fin
author's note: I hope you can tell I love angst but only to a certain extent cuz this one lasted a grand total of 5 seconds😍
also this is my first longer fic so pls let me know what you think!!! I would really appreciate it<3
