He always teases you about your height — especially when you’re drinking.
The moment you grab a drink, he narrows his eyes and smirks:
“Hmm… Pretty sure your tiny body wasn’t built for this stuff. You can get drunk easily.”
You’re never quite sure if he’s serious or just messing with you, but that sly grin on his face? Yeah. That gives him away every time.
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Sometimes he hides your everyday stuff on the top shelf just to watch you struggle.
You try to get it yourself (you almost fall off a chair once) because you’re stubborn like that. He lets you struggle for like 10 seconds before picking you up like it’s nothing and placing you on his shoulders.
“Stop putting things up there!”
“Can’t help it. You look too damn cute when you’re mad.”
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He always loses you in crowds.
He seriously considered tying a balloon to your wrist so he wouldn’t lose sight of you. But instead, no matter how many bags he’s carrying, one hand is always holding your wrist.
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You can never both fit in the front camera.
You’re either jumping to be in frame or he’s crouching like a folding chair.
“Let's just sit down somewhere, dumbass!” you grumble, half laughing.
“Where exactly? The middle of the street?”
Eventually, he just hoists you onto his back and boom—perfect selfie. Problem solved.
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He loves dressing you in his clothes.
There’s something about seeing you drowned in his oversized t-shirts that drives him insane. Once, when you were shivering from the cold, he gave you his jacket — it was so big you looked like a kid playing dress-up.
You tried wearing his boxing gloves once too, but no matter how tight he tied them, they looked more like oven mitts on you.
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When you hug, your head always lands on his chest.
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in until you can barely breathe — but hearing his heartbeat is worth it.
When you wanna wrap your arms around his neck, he just picks you up without saying a word. Legs around his waist, hands in his hair — and he grips your hips like you belong there.
Same goes for kissing. You’re either tiptoeing for your life or he’s basically folding in half. There’s no in-between.
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He finds it hilarious when you’re angry.
Hands on your hips, ranting away — and he’s just standing there with the dumbest grin on his face.
Even in serious moments, he won’t stop messing with you. He’ll randomly squish your cheeks or ruffle your hair mid-lecture.
“God, you’re like a pissed-off kitten. I wanna bite you.”
And yeah… he actually does. Cheeks, ears, even the tip of your nose.
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There was this one time the Wi-Fi wasn’t working outside…
You were on your tiptoes, phone raised like you were trying to catch a signal from space. He watched you for a second, then casually grabbed your leg and lifted you up like a crane.
“It’s working! I’ve got signal!” you cheered, and he just laughed and set you back down like it was nothing.
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He’s always the big spoon.
Sometimes he even rolls over you like a human blanket. But most nights, you’re the one sprawled across his chest like a human teddy bear.
“Can you breath?” you ask, looking up.
“Can’t even feel you. You weigh like a feather,” he says before pressing a kiss to your nose.
✸synopsis: cha woo-min characters as your boyfriend
✸genre: headcanons, canon adjacent, established relationship
✸pairing: cha woo-min x reader
✸content warnings: mentions of possessiveness, jealousy, other somewhat unhealthy relationship habits
✸wc: 2.3k
✸an: lower case intended, no use of y/n, fem!reader / ahhh this was so much fun! i love cha woomin!!!!
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JI SEON-U — buried hearts
at first, he feels harmless
→ quiet, awkward, almost sweet in a withdrawn way. he listens more than he talks, laughs softly, and seems grateful you chose him; you might even feel protective of him early on
he clings to emotional validation
→ being overlooked his entire life wires him to need reassurance. he won’t beg for it — but he notices when it’s missing. silence from you feels like rejection to him
affection is subtle, calculated
→ he’s not openly romantic. instead, he waits for you after class/work, remembers exactly how you take your coffee, adjusts his behavior based on what earns your approval
he mirrors you
→ your values, your tone, your morals — at least on the surface. if you say you hate cruelty, he agrees. if you praise ambition, he leans into it. he wants to be whoever keeps you close
jealousy doesn’t explode — it settles
→ he won’t lash out or accuse. he’ll grow quieter, watchful
→ he stores jealousy like a debt, not a reaction
he wants exclusivity, not partnership
→ it’s not “us against the world.” it’s “you’re mine, and i don’t want to lose that.” the difference matters
he hates feeling replaceable
→ any hint that you don’t need him triggers insecurity. he might suddenly work harder, promise more, or subtly isolate you from people he thinks outrank him emotionally
morality bends around affection
→ he won’t hurt you, but he’s disturbingly capable of hurting others if he believes it protects his future — or his place beside you
arguments feel cold, not loud
→ no yelling. no dramatics
→ just distance, long silences, and carefully chosen words that make you question whether you’re being unfair
if you try to leave… he doesn’t threaten
→ he reminds you of history. of loyalty. of everything he’s “done right.” he frames your departure as abandonment, not choice
WOO JEONG-HOO — melo movie
he’s the clingy but confident type
→ one arm always around your shoulders, waist, or hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. if you try to pull away, he just tightens his hold and grins
hugs are his default response to everything
→ good day? hug. bad day? longer hug. awkward silence? hug. he believes physical contact solves at least 70% of life’s problems
→ on that note, he loves back hugs. will sneak up behind you, rest his chin on your shoulder, and sway a little like he’s humming even when he’s not
he’s goofy on purpose
→ loves making dumb jokes just to hear you laugh, even if it means embarrassing himself a little. if you roll your eyes but smile, he considers that a win
casually confident in the relationship
→ no jealousy games, no overthinking — he knows you like him, and that security makes him extra affectionate instead of possessive
walks slightly closer than necessary when you’re out together
→ not to shield you — just because he likes feeling you there
if you’re sitting next to each other, he’s touching you somehow
→ knees pressed together, fingers intertwined, shoulder leaning into yours. distance feels weird to him
compliments you in an easy, teasing way
→ not dramatic — more like, “you know you’re cute like this, right?” said casually, like it’s an obvious fact
when he’s tired, he gets extra cuddly
→ less jokes, more quiet closeness. head on your shoulder, hand laced with yours, totally content doing nothing
he loves when you initiate affection
→ even something small — grabbing his sleeve, leaning into him — makes him light up like, “oh. yeah. this is it”
playfully dramatic about missing you
→ if you’ve been apart for a few hours, expect exaggerated sighs and a hug that lasts just a bit too long when he sees you again
protective in a subtle way
→ not confrontational, just always aware of where you are, making sure you’re comfortable, checking in with a gentle squeeze of your hand
at the end of the day, he’s at his happiest when he’s close to you
→ no jokes, no performance — just quiet, warm, and exactly where he wants to be
GO KYUNG-JUN — night has come
everyone knows him as sharp-tongued, intimidating, untouchable
→ he walks the halls like he owns them. no one talks back. no one dares stare too long; except you. and that’s how it starts
he’s still rude to everyone else — short answers, biting sarcasm, zero patience — but with you?
→ his voice drops. less bite. more restraint. like he’s constantly reminding himself to be gentle
if someone messes with you, he doesn’t make a scene
→ he just looks at them: calm, cold, dangerous. the kind of look that makes people apologize without being asked
he pretends not to care, but he memorizes your schedule
→ knows when you skip lunch. knows which classes you hate. knows when you’re quiet because you’re tired, not upset
he walks you home without saying it’s to protect you
→ just happens to be “going the same way”
→ always positions himself on the street side
his friends notice first
→ “you’re different lately. “ he tells them to shut up, but he doesn’t deny it
he never bullies in front of you. ever
→ if you give him that look, he backs off immediately — jaw tight, eyes avoiding yours, like he hates disappointing you more than anything
with you, he’s awkward in a way no one believes
→ doesn’t know how to say soft things out loud, shows it instead: offering his jacket, saving you a seat, waiting when you tie your shoe
he hates when you see him vulnerable — but you’re the only one he lets.
→ late nights, quiet moments, head bowed, admitting he doesn’t know how to be good… just better
when he smiles at you — a real one, small and unguarded — it feels like a secret only you’re allowed to keep
he doesn’t change because of you. he changes for you
→ and somehow, only around you, he becomes someone softer; someone trying
KIM HYEON — love untangled
effortlessly popular, but not loud about it
→ teachers like him, students respect him, and somehow everyone knows his name
the charming kind of smart — top grades without acting superior
→ he’ll explain things patiently if you’re confused, never makes you feel dumb
acts cool in public, softer in private
→ at school, he’s confident and put-together; with you, he’s more relaxed, smiling easier, teasing less sharply
walks you to class whenever he can, pretending it’s “on the way” even when it definitely isn’t
protective without being controlling
→ notices when someone’s being weird or rude and casually inserts himself beside you like it’s nothing
subtle affection guy
→ light shoulder bumps, sharing earbuds, passing notes instead of big gestures
gets jealous quietly
→ not confrontational — just a little more attentive afterward, standing closer, talking to you more
study dates are his love language
→ brings extra pens, snacks, and somehow keeps you focused while still making it fun
teases you gently, especially when you’re flustered
→ loves that he can make you smile with just a look
remembers small details
→ your favorite drink, how you take notes, what subject stresses you out the most
everyone’s shocked when they see his soft side
→ you’re the only one who sees him nervous before exams or genuinely unsure sometimes
end-of-day texts:
→ “did you get home safe?” or “you did well today.” simple, but meaningful
PI HAN-UL — study group
acts indifferent in public, stands a half-step away like he doesn’t care
→ but he’s always positioned so he can react first if something goes wrong
rarely initiates affection, but when he does, it means something
→ a hand briefly resting on your shoulder, a jacket placed over you without a word, sitting closer than necessary
terrible at verbal reassurance, excellent at practical care
→ you’re tired? he walks you home. you’re stressed? he quietly takes care of the problem causing it
gets annoyed when people underestimate you
→ he never says it out loud, but the way his jaw tightens when someone talks down to you? dead giveaway
fighting is easy. emotions are not
→ when he’s upset, he goes quiet instead of explosive. you learn that silence doesn’t mean distance — it means he’s trying not to mess up
has a surprisingly strong sense of loyalty
→ if you’re his, you’re his. he won’t control you — but he’ll make it very clear to others that crossing you means crossing him
you’re a soft spot he hates having
→ you noticing things about him that he never mentions. (“you didn’t eat.” / “your knuckles are bruised.” he’ll scoff… then fix it
protective without being possessive
→ he trusts you. the threat isn’t you — it’s everyone else
doesn’t smile often, but with you?
→ it’s subtle. barely there. but real. and it’s yours
when he finally opens up, it’s late at night, voice low, eyes not quite meeting yours
→ he doesn’t dramatize his past — just states facts. trusting you with it is a bigger deal than any confession
if someone hurts you emotionally, he doesn’t fight them
→ he remembers them. cold, calculating, permanent
KANG WOO-YOUNG — weak hero class
he’s all impulse, no filter
→ whatever he feels, you’ll know. annoyed? it’s on his face. happy? he can’t hide it. jealous? immediate. he doesn’t scheme — he reacts
acts tough, folds fast with you
→ around others, he’s loud, mouthy, posturing. with you, he’s noticeably softer — still rough around the edges, but way less guarded
terrible at words, decent at actions
he won’t give pretty confessions. instead:
→ walks you home without saying why, hands you his jacket like it’s no big deal, waits outside longer than necessary
protective in a very obvious way
→ not subtle, not calculated. if someone messes with you, he’s already halfway forward before thinking. you often have to be the one pulling him back.
gets jealous easily — and hates that about himself
→ he knows it’s dumb. he knows he shouldn’t care so much. but he does. and it shows in his tone more than his words
affection comes out sideways
→ light shoves. teasing insults. sitting too close. he doesn’t do soft romance naturally — he learns it with you
he needs reassurance more than he admits
→ under the bravado, he’s insecure. being chosen by you actually means a lot to him, and he’s quietly afraid of messing it up
arguments are loud but short.
→ he snaps. you snap back. five minutes later he’s sulking, then awkwardly trying to make it right without saying “sorry” outright
he listens when it matters
→ if you seriously tell him something hurt you, it sticks. he might not fix everything overnight, but he tries — clumsily, earnestly
he’s loyal in a simple, straightforward way
→ no manipulation. no mind games. if he’s with you, he’s with you
LEE MOON-KI— brave citizen
he is cruel first, boyfriend second
→ that doesn’t magically disappear. he’s sharp-tongued, dismissive, and laughs when people flinch. being with you doesn’t make him softer to the world — just quieter around you
follower energy, but dangerous about it
→ he doesn’t lead; he enforces. he mirrors whoever’s on top, amplifies their worst instincts. with you, he’s more hesitant — not because he’s moral, but because he doesn’t want you looking at him differently
you see the cracks before anyone else
→ not guilt — fear. fear of being weak. fear of being alone. fear of being on the receiving end instead of the giving
→ he never says it out loud, but it leaks through in the way he watches people more powerful than him.
possessive, not protective
→ he doesn’t say “be careful.” he says, “don’t talk to them.” it’s control masquerading as concern, and you can feel the difference
affection is subtle and unsettling
→ no grand gestures. just standing too close, fixing your sleeve without asking, remembering tiny details he pretends not to care about
he’s gentler with you… but only in private
→ in public, he keeps the same edge — same sneer, same sharp laugh. around others, he won’t defend you loudly. he’ll just make sure no one crosses a certain invisible line
jealousy hits fast and ugly
→ not dramatic, not emotional — cold. short answers, hard eyes. he never yells — that’s worse
he doesn’t know how to apologize
→ if he messes up, you won’t get “i’m sorry.” you’ll get: silence, awkward proximity, small acts he hopes count as forgiveness
he hates that you see him clearly
→ you don’t excuse him, you don’t glorify him. and that scares him more than punishment ever could
being with you forces a question he avoids: is he cruel because he wants to be… or because it’s the only way he knows how to survive?
BYEON TAE-SEON — spirit fingers
quiet confidence, zero intimidation
→ he’s calm, steady, and self-assured in a way that never makes you feel small. being with him feels like exhaling after holding your breath for too long
sees you before you see yourself
→ tae-seon notices when you hesitate before speaking, when you downplay your talent, when you’re pretending not to care. and he gently calls it out — never accusing, never pushing.
encouragement is his love language
→ not dramatic praise, just sincere: “you’re better than you think.” “why wouldn’t you try?” “i like this side of you”
he believes in you so consistently that it slowly rewires how you see yourself
affection is warm and respectful
→ he asks. he checks in. he never rushes. being close to him feels safe — emotionally first, always
protective in a grounded way.
→ he doesn’t posture or threaten. if someone crosses a line, he steps in calmly, firmly, and without escalating. his strength is in boundaries
he listens like it matters — because it does
→ when you talk, he’s not waiting to respond. he’s actually hearing you. you finish conversations feeling lighter, not questioned or doubted
he challenges you gently.
→ if you’re hiding, shrinking, or giving up on yourself, he’ll nudge you forward — not by force, but by trust,“what if you didn’t assume you’d fail?”
romance is simple and sincere
→ walks. shared snacks. sitting together doing nothing. he doesn’t need intensity to feel close — presence is enough
he chooses you openly.
→ no mixed signals. no games. you never have to guess whether you matter to him
ENHYPENASIA on x is genuinely ruining ENHYPEN’s image. they shared drives then got mad at boycotters for doing it, called that copyright infringement (it’s not), reposted random ot7 accounts for their followers to report, spreads misinformation and rumors about engenes who don’t have the same views, post membership videos, messed up a big donation thing that led to people being scared about donating to projects, and especially sharing a MINOR’s school and sharing the link to the school portal, telling their followers to contact the school just because the poor kid was sharing a google drive
SYPNOSIS. He wears black and silver, she wears bows and strawberry lotion.
Riki swears he’s not the kind of guy who'd keep a leopard-print Hello Kitty plush on his desk— but then you gave him one, and now his room looks a little more like yours.
You're turning his world pastel, one plushie at a time.
PAIRING. non idol!ni-ki x reader
GENRES. fluff, gamer riki, nonchalant!riki x hyperfeminine!reader, drabble, established relationship
WORD COUNT. 1.0k
AUTHORS NOTE. ── ★ ˙ฅᨐฅ ̟ !! inspired by this tweet i found a while back, HES SUCH A CUTIE I LOVE HIM!!! and i love me a riki fic with a hyperfem gf, so here we are. I literally RAN to my tumblr to write this after i saw that tweet again. ANYWAYS enjoy!!!
Riki is used to live in a world of black.
Chrome-edged headphones, Chrome Hearts chains, silver rings on every finger, black cargos, black hoodie, and black soul (if you asked him). He smelled like cedarwood and vetiver. His room used to match: matte black speakers, dark gray sheets, and too many energy drink cans cluttering his desk.
But then he started dating you.
A faint scent of strawberries lingered in the air, his sheets had a soft blush-tinted pillow you definitely did not leave on purpose (you did), a pastel green flower claw clip always clipped on to his monochrome bag, a soft-pink hair tie clad on his wrist amongst his silver jewelry, and hanging off the edge of his bedside table was a baby-pink hello kitty headband that he pretended not to notice.
And on his desk?
A Hello Kitty plush.
In a fucking leopard print hoodie.
You drop the plush on his desk with the kind of smug satisfaction only a girlfriend on a mission could have.
Riki doesn’t even turn around. He’s gaming (probably with heeseung), hoodie up, jaw set, the click-clack of his keyboard filling the room. But you wait. Because you know the second he glances down, he’ll react.
“...No,” Riki deadpanned, only looking away for a second.
You blinked at him, glossy lips pursed, sleeves of his black hoodie bunching at your wrists.
“Her name’s Kuma. Be nice.”
Mid-game, his headset slipping slightly off his bleach-blonde hair, brows furrowed in that “what the actual fuck” expression.
Then he paused and turned to you with a deadpan stare for a second before going back to his game.
“…Why is she looking at me like that?”
You grinned, hands clasped behind your back. “Because she’s yours now.”
He blinked. “Absolutely not.”
“She’s for emotional support,” you announced cheerfully, already climbing onto Riki’s lap uninvited, nearly knocking his mouse off the desk in the process.
“Babe—?!” he hissed, jerking slightly in surprise, one hand flying to steady you as you comfortably settled on his thighs, completely unfazed by the intense League of Legends match he was clearly still very much in the middle of.
You held the plush up dramatically in front of his face, dangling it between him and his screen. “Look! Kuma! She’s here to help. You’re always so grumpy when you game—she’ll bring balance to the force.”
Riki leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh, headset askew, giving you a withering look over the top of the plush’s fuzzy ears.
“Are you seriously doing this now?” he muttered, trying (and failing) to peek around the plush and shoot someone. “I’m literally in a 1v3.”
“She believes in you,” you said, voice syrupy sweet. “Unlike me.”
“Wow.”
“She’s also judging your mechanics. Kind of like me.”
He gave you a side-eye so sharp it could cut glass, but his hands never left your waist. Even as he tried to return to the game, he adjusted you gently so you were sitting more comfortably on his lap.
Kuma ended up sitting between your legs, her little beady eyes staring into Riki’s soul every time he glanced down.
Riki gave you a side-eye that was dangerously close to affectionate. “Are you seriously hijacking my game and giving me a judgmental cat?”
You nodded, legs draped over one of his thighs as if this wasn’t a tight fit. “Yes. Accept her. She’s part of the family now.”
“She’s literally staring at me,” he muttered, glancing at the plush propped up on the desk. “I don’t need two of you.”
You gasped. “You mean two adorably soft and supportive girls? You’re welcome.”
He groaned into your shoulder, already wrapping one arm around your waist while his other hand kept playing. You smirked. Mission: Disrupt His Game — complete.
He huffed and leaned forward, nosing into the crook of your neck. You felt his lips curl into a smile. “You’re so annoying.”
You giggled. “You love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
But his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer, your legs swinging gently over the side of the chair. You leaned back to look at him, all glossy lips and sparkling eyes. His thumb brushed over your cheek instinctively, brushing off a little glitter from your highlighter.
“You’re going to start wearing pink soon,” you teased.
“I’ll set myself on fire.”
“I have pink lighters.”
“Of course you do.”
A few days later, you stopped by his place. The room was dark as always, none of his overhead lights were on (as usual) only his lamps were on giving his room a yellow tinge.
You did a double-take when you saw the plush.
It was now wearing one of Riki’s silver chains, resting around its tiny neck like a statement necklace. He had also clipped a pair of sunglasses over its eyes. Balenciaga, no less.
You stared at it for a solid thirty seconds before whispering, “...What the actual fuck.”
“I gave her drip,” came Riki’s voice behind you.
You turned. “You accessorized her?”
“Shes evolving.” You stared at him: tall, moody, dressed in grey sweats and a white tank, hair still damp from the shower.
“She’s in your chains.”
“She looked cold.”
You blinked at him. Confused.
“She’s a plushie.”
“And now she’s a bad bitch. Just like you.”
Your heart did a stupid little somersault. “You’re so weird."
He shrugged, walking over to loop his arms around you from behind.
“You’re literally the one who gave me a Hello Kitty in a leopard hoodie.”
“She looks like me.”
“And now she looks like me too,” he shrugged. “Couple goals.”
You leaned into his chest, heart full. “You love her.”
“I don’t.”
“You dressed her like your mini-me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You turned to face him, arms around his neck. “You’re so full of shit.”
He grinned and kissed your forehead. “Maybe.”
You tugged him down by his neck. “Say you love her.”
He looked down at you, smirked, and whispered against your lips:
“Only because you gave her to me.”
AUTHORS NOTE. ── ★ ˙ฅᨐฅ ̟ !! thank you for readinggg!!! ive been into writing alot of fluff lately cause theres so many materials on twt, but im FOR SURE going to write some jake smut after a certain video i saw, so be sure to wait for that if ur interested!!!
COMMENTS, FEEDBACKS, NOTES, AND REBLOGS ARE ALL APPRECIATED
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SO WORTH THE WAIT OH MY LORD I LOVE U RIKI😭HIS VOCALS ARE ACTUALLY SO INSANE
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“I TRAPPED THIS LARGE GROUP OF PRETEEN AND YOUNGER BOYS ON AN ISLAND FOR AN UNDISCLOSED AMOUNT OF TIME AND WHOEVER MAKES IT OUT ALIVE WINS 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️”
"i'm freezing… i don't think i can feel my hands anymore!"
you whined, rubbing your hands together and blowing hot air onto them, in an attempt to keep them from freezing in this cold winter weather.
jerry smiled softly and watched, your cheeks red from the cold air around you.
"you can have my gloves, if you'd like!" he suggested and slipped off his gloves from his hands, reaching them out towards you. "they'll keep you warm"
"oh no, keep them! you'll just get cold yourself!"
you gently pushed the gloves away and shook your head as you spoke. you couldn't accept his gloves if it meant jerry would have to freeze instead of you!
"then…" jerry put his gloves back on as he spoke, before reaching his hands out towards you once more. "how about i hold your hands to keep them warm~?"
because wdym yall saw this french boy and decided "nah, the other one is hotter" PLEASE.
someone recommend me some jerry fics i cant find any on ao3 ... i even went as far as to check wattpad... i really need a slowburn fic that starts off right from s1, i need it SLOW
putting this out into the world: i would love to see art of winston!ralph or black/mixed ralph in general. PLEASE. jalph artists.. if you’re out there 🙏🏽
