beach date with riki and reader is in a bikini and he cannot stop being all handsy with her n staring her up and down super suggestive but nothing crazy but also super fluffy!!!! ❤️
Salt and sunscreen.
౨ৎ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : boyfriend! ni-ki x girlfriend!reader
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff , suggestive , established relationship
sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs : during a rare break in Jeju island , Ni-ki takes his girlfriend on a beach date. But when she shows up in a tiny pink bikini, he struggles to keep his composure ... a day full of playful waves, stolen kisses, and ice cream.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Suggestive themes, a lot of skinship, mention of arousal/boner, riki being a simp
Summer in Jeju was no joke, even with the hotel room's air conditioning working overtime, the morning sun was already creeping through the cracks in the curtains, painting warm stripes across the bed.
The second thing Ni-ki became aware of was that the warm spot beside him was empty.
He cracked one eye open, still half-lost in sleep, and found her.
Y/N was standing in front of the small mirror by the window, backlit by the soft morning light, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of underwear and a loose tank top. She was holding up two pieces of fabric..bikinis, he realized as his brain slowly came online , turning back and forth, trying to decide.
He watched through half-lidded eyes, not ready to let her know he was awake yet.
She held up a black one. Then a pink one. Then the black one again.
He bit back a smile.
Cute.
Eventually, she seemed to make a decision, setting one aside and hanging the other on the edge of the mirror. As she turned back toward the bed, her eyes met his and she jumped slightly.
"Riki!" she gasped, one hand flying to her chest. "How long have you been awake?"
He stretched lazily, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Long enough."
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Good morning to you too, baby." She padded over to the bed and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Did you sleep well?"
He caught her wrist before she could pull away, tugging her down until she was half-draped across his chest. She laughed, bracing herself on either side of his head.
"No," he mumbled, voice rough with sleep. "Mosquitoes. Heat. Worst night ever."
"Poor baby," she cooed, clearly not sorry at all. "Want me to kiss it better?"
She laughed again and kissed his nose, his cheek, his chin. He let her, basking in the warmth of her and the morning and the simple fact that they were here, together, with nowhere to be and nothing to do but exist.
Eventually, she pushed up. "I'm going to finish getting ready. You should shower."
He groaned dramatically. "Two more minutes."
"Riki."
"One more minute."
She was already walking away, tossing a smile over her shoulder. "Shower. Now. I want beach time."
Twenty minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair still dripping, to find her standing by the window.
She changed.
The bikini was baby pink , soft and sweet and the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. The top was simple but hugged her perfectly, and the bottoms sat just right on her hips, a tiny bow on each side. She paired it with a small white shorts, unbuttoned, hanging low.
She looked up when he walked in, and something flickered in her eyes.
"Is it..." She bit her lip. "Is it too much?"
Riki froze.
For a solid second, his brain stopped functioning entirely. All he could do was stare at the soft curve of her waist, the way the pink made her skin glow, the tiny beauty mark just above her hip that he wanted to kiss until she forgot her own name.
"No," he managed, voice coming out rougher than intended. He looked away quickly, grabbing blindly for his bag. "No, it suits you. It's... yeah. Good."
He could feel her watching him, probably confused by his sudden avoidance. He couldn't explain that if he looked at her one more second, he was going to do something stupid. Like cancel the beach entirely and spend the day in bed.
Focus. Shirt. Pants. Where are your pants—
"You okay?" she asked, amused.
He cleared his throat. "Fine. Ready to go."
She definitely noticed. He could hear the smile in her voice when she said, "Okay, baby. Let's go."
The walk to the beach was so relaxing.
His hand fit perfectly in hers, fingers intertwined, swinging slightly between them. The sun was warm but not scorching yet, and the streets were mostly empty, just a few early risers and local vendors setting up their stalls.
The beach itself was nearly deserted when they arrived. Just the gentle sound of waves.
Riki spread out their towels while Y/N kicked off her sandals, wiggling her toes in the sand with a happy sigh. Then she stripped off her white shorts, leaving herself in just that pink bikini, and laid down on her stomach.
He tried very hard not to stare at the way the fabric curved over the soft swell of her ass.
"We should put on sunscreen before the sun rises entirely." She exclaimed holding up the bottle and looking at him through the most irresistible doe eyes he'd ever seen. "Could you do my back?"
Say no. Say no and jump in the ocean right now before you embarrass yourself.
"Yeah," he heard himself say. "Sure."
She handed him the bottle and settled back down, face resting on her folded arms, eyes closing peacefully. He squeezed some lotion into his palm and knelt beside her.
The moment his hands touched her skin, he knew he was in trouble.
She was so soft. Warm from the sun, smooth as silk. He started at her shoulders, working the sunscreen into her skin slowly..maybe slower than necessary..trailing down her spine, spreading across her lower back.
Her waist. The dip just above her hips. The very top curve of—
His fingers brushed the edge of her bikini bottom, and she made a pleased little sigh.
He froze.
"Mm," she murmured, eyes still closed. "That feels nice. We really needed this."
Yeah, he thought, forcing his hands to stay professional. Really needed this.
He finished her back as quickly as he could without being obvious, then practically launched himself back to his own towel.
When he looked over, she was already half-asleep, face peaceful, chest rising and falling gently.
But childish side couldn't resist.
He moved silently, slowly, like a predator stalking prey. She didn't even twitch until his shadow fell over her and by then, it was too late.
"RIKI WHAT THE—"
He scooped her up effortlessly, one arm under her knees, the other around her back, and took off running toward the water.
"RIKI PUT ME DOWN—" She was screaming and laughing, pounding uselessly against his chest. "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE—"
They plunged into the waves together, emerging seconds later gasping and sputtering. Y/N came up swinging, splashing him directly in the face.
"YOU'RE DEAD," she shrieked. "YOU'RE SO DEAD NISHIMURA RIKI."
He was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, splashing her back, the water around them turning into a war zone. She lunged at him, trying to push him under, and he caught her easily, pulling her against his chest.
"Fuck you," she laughed, breathless, water streaming down her face.
He grinned down at her and then his gaze slipped.
Just for a second.
The water moved around them, buoying her up, and he caught a glimpse of the swell of her chest, the way her bikini clung to her, the droplets of water trailing down her skin.
"You're staring," she said.
His eyes snapped back to her face. "Sorry. Zoned out."
"Mmhmm." She didn't look convinced. But she also didn't look mad.
Instead, she curled a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss.
It was soft at first, just a brush of lips, saltwater and warmth. Then she nipped at his lower lip, and he groaned, pulling her closer, one hand splaying across her lower back, pressing her against him.
When they finally broke apart, she was smiling.
"Wanna actually swim now?"
"Whatever you want, baby."
They spent the next hour playing in the water like kids.
He taught her how to do a handstand (she failed spectacularly). She tried to climb onto his back and ended up dunking them both. They raced to a distant buoy and back he won, obviously, but he let her claim victory anyway because the look on her face was worth it.
By the time they dragged themselves back to shore, they were exhausted and starving.
Y/N wrung out her hair and dropped onto her towel, immediately reaching for the bag she'd brought. "I made sandwiches while you were asleep this morning."
Riki's eyes widened. "You made sandwiches?"
"Don't sound so surprised." She pulled out a neatly wrapped container and handed it to him. "Turkey and cheese. Your favorite."
He opened it and stared at the contents like she'd handed him gold.
"You're an angel," he said solemnly. "A literal angel."
She laughed, unwrapping her own sandwich, and they ate in comfortable silence, watching the waves and the slowly growing crowd on the beach.
He caught her looking at him once with a soft smile on her face.
"What?" he asked, mouth half-full.
"Nothing." She shook her head, still smiling. "You just look really cute right now. Like a little boy eating at the beach."
He scowled, but there was no heat in it. "I'm not cute."
"So cute," she sang. "My tall, scary boyfriend, eating his sandwich like a little kid."
He lunged at her, and she shrieked, scrambling away, but he caught her easily and pulled her into his lap, sandwich forgotten.
"Say it again," he growled against her neck.
"You're—ah!—you're cute—"
He tickled her until she couldn't breathe, until she was gasping and laughing and begging him to stop. Only then did he release her, pulling her back against his chest with a satisfied smirk.
"I hate you."
"You asked for this."
She didn't answer. Just tilted her head back and kissed his jaw.
After they finished eating, Y/N's eyes caught on something in the distance.
"Riki." She grabbed his arm. "Riki, look—ice cream!"
He followed her gaze to a small stand near the boardwalk, brightly colored and already attracting a small crowd.
She turned those eyes on him again, and he was absolutely powerless. "Please please please can we get some?"
He sighed dramatically. "Fine."
She was already on her feet, pulling him up.
The ice cream was cold and sweet and perfect.
She got strawberry. He got chocolate. They walked along the water's edge, barefoot, trading licks and laughing when the other tried to take too big a bite.
He was mid-lick when a drop of melted chocolate slid down his chin and dripped onto his collarbone.
"Shit--," he started to say and then she was there.
Warm. Soft. Her tongue trailing up from his collarbone to his jaw, catching the last of the chocolate.
He froze.
She pulled back like nothing had happened, taking another lick of her strawberry ice cream, and kept walking.
"Yah," he managed, voice strangled. "Y/N."
She glanced back, innocent as anything. "What?"
"You—that—" He gestured vaguely at his entire body. "You can't just—"
She smiled sweetly. "Can't just what, baby?"
He stared at her, ice cream dripping forgotten down his hand, and felt his entire face go red.
This woman is going to kill me.
And then he felt something else.
Oh no. Not now. Not here.
He was already half-hard from watching her in that bikini all morning. The ice cream thing had pushed him dangerously close to full attention. He quickly angled his body away, praying she wouldn't notice.
"Mmm," she said knowingly, eyes flicking down for just a second. "Looks like someone liked that."
"Shut up," he muttered, ears burning.
She laughed, bright and beautiful, and grabbed his free hand. "Come on. Let's go back to our towels."
They settled back onto the towels, and Riki pulled out his Polaroid camera : the one he'd bought on their LA tour and hadn't been able to stop using since.
"Hold still," he said, aiming it at her.
She posed immediately, propping herself up on one elbow, looking every inch the vision she was. He snapped the photo, and it whirred out, slowly developing.
"Let me see!" She reached for it, and he let her, watching as her face softened at the image.
"Woah i look pretty today" she murmured.
"You always look pretty," he said without thinking.
She looked up at him, eyes warm. Then she set the photo down and opened her arms. "Come here."
He went willingly, curling up beside her on the too-small towel, one arm draped across her stomach, head resting on her shoulder.
"Riki?" she said softly.
"Mm?"
"Today has been really perfect."
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." She was quiet for a moment, fingers running through his damp hair. "It's the first time in a long time I've forgotten about... everything. All the stress. All the problems. Just... been here. With you."
His heart clenched.
"Me too," he admitted quietly. "This is probably the best day I've had in years. Maybe ever."
She turned her head, kissing the top of his head. "Really?"
He nodded against her. "I forget about everything when I'm with you. The schedules. The pressure. All of it. You make it stop."
Her hand stilled in his hair, and when he looked up, her eyes were shiny.
"I love you," she whispered.
He lifted himself up just enough to kiss her deeply.
When they broke apart, her hand had drifted to his thigh, fingers tracing gentle patterns on his skin. The touch was innocent, but everything else about the moment felt charged.
They stayed like that for a long time with the warmth of the sunset, the Polaroid photos slowly developing beside them capturing a moment of perfect happiness.
Thank you so much for 1k likes omg !! , with the whole heeseung situation going on with enha writing helped me forget about it a lot so it really warms my heart to see my fics getting so much love 🩷
Can you do a story where sunghoon and the team go skating with fem!reader?? Maybe one of the other boys accidently hurts her on the ice or something and he like yells at them and her. Maybe a hospital scene with comfort or maybe just going home and her and him making up. Can the reader please be like sad that he yelled and like she really hates yelling so it made her really anxious but he's too mad to realize at first. Maybe she had like a bad childhood with yelling so she was scared that he was mad that she was hurt so she tried to hide/ downplay her pain (clock my trauma alrighttttt).Maybe she takes comfort in another member for like five seconds after he yells at her and she cries to them when he realizes he was too harsh on his baby girl!!!!!I. I love your blog sm!!!!!
The ice that broke us
౨ৎ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : boyfriend! idol! sunghoon x girlfriend!reader
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: hurt/comfort , fluff , established relationship
sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs : in which Sunghoon raised his voice at Y/N, and learned that being scared doesn't give you the right to make someone else feel small.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: mentions of childhood trauma , blood (minor knee scrape) , yelling , tell me if theres more
The ice rink was nearly empty when they arrived.
Sunghoon had been talking about this for weeks ; bringing her to the rink where he used to train, the place that still felt familiar even after all these years. And since Jake and Ni-ki had tagged along, it had quickly turned from a romantic date into a group outing.
"You're going down," Ni-ki announced, pointing at her with his skate blade like a sword.
"I've been on ice approximately three times in my life," she laughed, gripping the railing like her life depended on it. "That's not a flex."
"Skill issue," Ni-ki said solemnly, then pushed off backward, skating in a lazy circle around her like a shark circling prey.
"Sunghoon, you're supposed to be teaching me, not letting your members terrorize me."
He was watching from the center of the rink, a small smile on his face. The way he moved on ice was different , smoother, more elegant, like he belonged there. Like the ice was an extension of himself.
"You're doing fine," he called. "Stop holding the rail."
"I will die."
"You won't die."
"I will literally—"
Ni-ki chose that moment to zip past her, close enough that the wind made her stumble. She shrieked, grabbing onto Jake, who nearly went down with her.
"NISHIMURA RIKI."
"Too slow, y-n!" He was already on the other side of the rink, grinning.
She was about to retort when Ni-ki called out again: "Catch me if you can!"
And then he was coming at her again, but this time, instead of dodging, she decided to fight back. She pushed off from the rail, wobbling but moving, and reached out to grab his arm as he passed.
It was a mistake.
Ni-ki was going too fast, and she was nowhere near stable enough to handle the momentum. The second her fingers closed around his sleeve, she felt herself being yanked forward, her skates sliding out from under her.
"Whoa—" Ni-ki tried to catch her, but he was off-balance too, and they both went down hard.
She hit the ice with a gasp, her knee taking the worst of it. The pain was sharp and immediate, and for a second, she just lay there, stunned.
"Oh my god." Ni-ki was already scrambling up, his earlier mischief gone, replaced by wide-eyed panic. "Y-n, are you okay? I'm sorry, I -"
Jake was there too, sliding to a stop beside her. "That looked bad. Are you hurt?"
She sat up slowly, looking down at her knee. Her tights were torn, and underneath, there was blood .
"im okay," she said quietly.
Ni-ki's face went pale. "Oh shit i'm really sorry."
She was about to tell him it was fine when she heard the sound of skates cutting ice, fast and sharp.
Sunghoon appeared beside her, his face unreadable. He knelt down, his eyes fixed on her bleeding knee.
"Show me."
"It's just a scrape—"
"Show me."
She pulled her hand away, and his jaw tightened.
"It's not that bad—"
"Do you realize," he said, his voice low and controlled, "that you could have broken your knee? That you could have hit your head? What were you thinking, grabbing him like that?"
"I was just playing around—"
"Playing around." He stood up abruptly, and now his voice was rising. "On ice while you can barely stand. Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"
Her chest tightened. "Sunghoon, it was an accident—"
"An accident that could have put you in the hospital!" He was yelling now. She could see Ni-ki flinch out of the corner of her eye, could see Jake shifting uncomfortably. "You don't mess around on ice like that. You don't—"
Ni-ki cut in, his voice higher than usual. "It was my fault, I shouldn't have—"
"Okay," Jake interrupted, stepping between them. "Okay. Let's all just... take a breath. Y/N's hurt. Yelling isn't going to help."
Sunghoon opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked at her and something in his expression shifted. But she couldn't read it, because her eyes were starting to burn .
Jake was at her side immediately, his hand steady under her arm. "Come on. Let's get you off the ice."
She didn't look at Sunghoon as Jake helped her skate toward the edge. She didn't look at Ni-ki either, but she heard him following, his skates scraping quietly.
Sunghoon didn't follow. When she glanced back, he was still standing in the middle of the rink, one hand pressed to his forehead.
"Sunghoon hyung didn't mean to yell," Ni-ki said from behind her. He was sitting on the bench, still in his skates, looking miserable. "He just... he gets scared. He's always been like that when someone gets hurt."
"It's fine," she managed.
"Let's go get hot chocolate. There's that place around the corner. We can... let things cool down a bit." Jake said.
She nodded again.
As they left the rink, she saw Sunghoon sitting in the stands, his head down. She wanted to go to him. She wanted him to come to her. But her feet kept moving, following Jake and Ni-ki out into the cold air, and the door closed behind them.
The hot chocolate had helped a little.
But the moment she stepped inside, the anxiety came rushing back.
Sunghoon was there. He was sitting on the couch, his hair still slightly damp from a shower, and he looked up when she walked in.
"You're back."
"Yeah."
She hung her jacket on the hook .
"How's your knee?"
"Fine. It was just a scrape."
He nodded. The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable.
"We should... We should clean it properly," he said finally. "Make sure there's no infection."
She almost told him she could do it herself. But she saw something in his face...something that looked like guilt and she nodded instead.
"Okay."
His room was neat, as always. He'd laid out antiseptic and bandages on the nightstand, and he pulled out his desk chair for her to sit on while he knelt at her feet.
He held her leg carefully and dabbed antiseptic on a cotton ball, and she braced herself for the sting. But he was careful, his movements slow and precise.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little."
His jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything. He kept working, cleaning the wound with the same focus he brought to everything.
When he was done, he wrapped a fresh bandage around her knee, his fingers lingering on her calf for a moment before he pulled away.
"Sunghoon—"
"Sorry." The word came out fast, like he'd been holding it in. "For yelling at you, I was just... I was scared. When I saw you fall, I thought—" He stopped, his hands curling into fists on his thighs. "I'm sorry."
She should tell him it was okay. That was what she always did. She opened her mouth, the words already forming but they wouldn't come.
Because it wasn't okay. And she was so tired of pretending it was.
"It's okay," she said anyway, because the alternative was too much to explain. "I know you were scared."
He looked up at her, something uncertain in his eyes. "You forgive me?"
She smiled. It felt thin, but he didn't seem to notice. "Of course."
He exhaled, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "I'll do better. I'll... I'll work on it."
She nodded, and he pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapped around her waist, his face pressed against her stomach. She let him hold her, even though her hands stayed at her sides.
"I love you," he murmured against her.
"I love you too."
But the words felt hollow.
Later that night, she couldn't sleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, she heard his voice. Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? It echoed in her skull, mixing with older sounds, older voices, older moments when someone was supposed to love her and instead—
She got out of bed.
The dorm was quiet, the other rooms dark. She pulled on a jacket and slipped out the door, letting it close softly behind her.
The small park near the dorm was empty, lit by streetlamps and a sliver of moon. She sat on a bench, pulled her knees to her chest, and finally let herself cry.
It wasn't just about tonight. It was about a lifetime of being yelled at. Of raised voices that meant something worse was coming. Of learning to make herself small, to say "it's okay" when it wasn't, to apologize for existing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She thought she'd outgrown it. Thought Sunghoon was safe, that his voice would never feel like a threat.
But tonight, on the ice, she'd felt like that child again.
She was still crying when she heard footsteps on the path.
"Y/N?"
She looked up, and there was Sunoo, a plastic bag dangling from one hand, his face creased with confusion.
"What are you doing here? It's like... it's so late."
She wiped her face quickly, forcing a smile. "Just wanted to clear my head a little. What about you?"
He held up the bag. "Mint choco ice cream. I was craving it, and the convenience store was still open." He tilted his head, studying her. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just... fresh air."
He didn't look convinced, but he didn't push. Instead, he sat down on the bench beside her, close enough that their shoulders almost touched.
"I got two," he said, pulling out one of the cups and holding it out to her. "In case someone wanted to share."
She almost said no but the thought of being alone right now was unbearable.
"Thanks." She took the cup, peeling back the lid. "You know everyone's going to make fun of you for eating mint choco again."
"Everyone already makes fun of me for everything." He popped his own lid open, scooping a bite with the tiny plastic spoon.
She laughed despite herself, a wet, hiccupping sound.
She took a bite of her ice cream. It was cold and sweet, the chocolate pieces crunchy against her teeth. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.
They ate in silence for a minute, the only sounds the distant hum of traffic and the occasional sniff from her. Then Sunoo said, very quietly:
"You've been crying."
She stiffened. "I—"
"You don't have to tell me," he interrupted gently. "But don't lie to me either, okay? I can see your face."
She looked down at her ice cream. The mint was melting into a pale green pool at the bottom of the cup.
"Sunghoon yelled at me tonight."
Sunoo didn't react with surprise he just waited.
"We went skating. With Jake and Ni-ki. And Ni-ki and I were messing around, and I fell, and I scraped my knee. And he just..." She swallowed. "He yelled. In front of everyone. About how stupid I was, how dangerous it was, how I could have broken something."
Sunoo's hand had stopped moving, his spoon suspended over his cup.
"And I know he was scared. I know he didn't mean it. But I..." Her voice cracked. "When I was little, my parents used to yell. A lot. About everything. And it never just stopped at yelling. So now, when someone raises their voice at me, I just—" She pressed her palm against her eyes, trying to hold the tears back. "I feel like I'm seven years old again. Like I did something wrong. Like I'm bad."
"Oh, Y/N..." Sunoo's voice was so soft it hurt.
"I told him it was okay," she continued, the words spilling out now. "I told him I forgave him. And I do, I just—I don't know how to tell him that it's not okay. That the yelling—it's not just yelling for me. And he doesn't know because I never told him, and now i'm too scared to have an actual conversation with my own boyfriend."
She was crying again, properly crying, her shoulders shaking, her face wet. Sunoo set his ice cream aside and put his arm around her, pulling her against his side.
"You're not bad," he said quietly. "You didn't do anything wrong. And Sunghoon... Sunghoon is an idiot. He gets scared and he yells. It's a thing he does. He's not doing it to hurt you, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."
She nodded, sniffling.
"And for the record," Sunoo continued, "he feels terrible. I could tell when you guys got back. He's been walking around like a kicked puppy all night."
"Ni-ki said he was scared when I fell."
"He was." Sunoo's hand rubbed slow circles on her back. "But being scared isn't an excuse. And he needs to know that."
She pulled back, wiping her face with her sleeve. "How do I tell him? I don't... I don't know how to say it without sounding like I'm blaming him for everything."
Sunoo was quiet for a moment, thinking.
"Just... tell him what you told me. Not what he did but what it felt like." He squeezed her shoulder. "He loves you. He'll listen."
She looked at him, at his kind face and gentle eyes, and felt something loosen in her chest.
"Since when are you so wise?"
He grinned, the expression transforming his face. "I've always been wise. You're all just too busy making fun of my ice cream choices to notice."
She laughed. "Mint choco is objectively terrible."
"Mint choco is objectively delicious, you just don't have taste."
They sat for a while longer, finishing their ice cream, watching the clouds drift across the moon. By the time they walked back to the dorm, her eyes were dry and her chest felt lighter
Two days passed.
Sunghoon noticed that something was wrong, he wasn't blind. She wasn't avoiding him, exactly, but she wasn't reaching for him either. When he held her hand, her fingers stayed loose. When he kissed her forehead, she smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
He asked if she was okay. She said she was fine. He wanted to believe her, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd broken something he didn't know how to fix.
It was Sunoo who found him after practice.
"She's not fine."
Sunghoon was in the middle of retying his shoes, and he looked up to find Sunoo standing over him, arms crossed.
"What?"
"Y/N. She's not fine." Sunoo's voice was quiet, but there was steel underneath. "You yelled at her. She fell, she was bleeding, and you yelled at her."
"I know." Sunghoon's stomach dropped. "I apologized. She said it was okay."
"She said it was okay because she's spent her whole life telling people it's okay when it isn't." Sunoo sat down on the bench beside him. "Do you know why she hates yelling, Sunghoon?"
He shook his head slowly.
"Because when she was a kid, yelling meant something worse was coming. Because her parents didn't just shout. They made her feel like she was wrong for existing." Sunoo's voice was gentle now. "So when you yell at her, even when you're scared, even when you're trying to protect her , it doesn't feel like love. It feels like the beginning of something bad."
Sunghoon felt like he'd been punched in the chest.
"She never told me that."
Sunoo stood up. "You're the one person who's supposed to notice when she's pretending."
He walked away, leaving Sunghoon sitting alone in the empty practice room, his shoes forgotten in his hands.
He found her that night , she was walking back to her university dorm, her bag slung over one shoulder, her head down. It was cold enough to see her breath, and she was bundled in a scarf that he was pretty sure used to be his.
He waited until she was almost at the door before he spoke.
"Y/N."
She stopped. Turned. Her eyes widened when she saw him.
"Sunghoon? What are you—it's almost midnight."
"I know." He shoved his hands in his pockets, suddenly nervous. "Can we talk?"
She hesitated, and that hesitation was worse than anything she could have said.
"Yeah," she said finally. "Okay."
They walked to the small courtyard outside her building, sitting on a stone bench under a streetlamp. The light made everything look soft, edges blurred, like a photograph in an old album.
"I talked to Sunoo," he started.
She tensed beside him. "He didn't—"
"He told me about your parents. About the yelling." He looked at her, watching her face. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Her hands twisted in her lap. "I didn't want you to think I was... fragile. Or that I was blaming you for something you didn't know."
"You're not fragile." His voice came out rougher than he intended, and he saw her flinch. He forced himself to soften. "You're the strongest person I know. But you don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me."
She was quiet for a long moment. Then:
"When you yelled at me on the ice... I knew you were scared. I knew you weren't trying to hurt me. But I couldn't stop my brain from..." She took a shaky breath. "It wasn't you I was hearing , it was them. And I felt like I was seven years old again, like I'd done something wrong, like I was bad."
"You didn'tdo anything wrong.." The words came out fierce, desperate. "You fell. You got hurt. The only thing I should have done was make sure you were okay. That's it."
She finally looked at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "I wanted to tell you. That night, when you said sorry, I wanted to tell you that it wasn't okay. That I needed you to understand. But I couldn't. I just... I just said it was fine, and I hated myself for it."
He reached for her hands, her fingers were cold, and he wrapped them between his palms, trying to warm them.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Not just for yelling for not seeing that something was wrong. For letting you pretend it was okay when it wasn't." He lifted her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "I love you. And I don't want to be someone you're scared of. Ever."
"You're not someone I'm scared of." Her voice was thick. "I'm scared of... of being that person again."
He pulled her into his arms, and she came willingly, burying her face in his chest.
"You never have to be small with me," he said into her hair. "And if I ever do something that makes you feel that way again ,tell me. Yell at me. Throw something at me. I don't care. Just don't pretend. Please."
She laughed against his chest, a wet, shaking sound. "Throw something at you?"
"If it helps." He pulled back just enough to see her face. "I'd rather have you throw a pillow at my head than watch you disappear into yourself again."
Her eyes were red, her nose was running, and she was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
"I'm sorry too," she said quietly. "For not telling you sooner. For making you guess."
"Don't apologize for that." He cupped her face in his hands, thumbs wiping away the tears on her cheeks. "You told me when you were ready. That's what matters."
She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing. "I love you. Even when you're an idiot sometimes."
He smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. "I love you too even when you're too stubborn to tell me I hurt you."
She laughed again,
"I'm not stubborn."
"You're the most stubborn person I know."
"That's not true. You're the one who—"
He kissed her, cutting off the argument. She melted into him, her hands fisting in his jacket, and he held her like she was the only thing keeping him upright.
When they finally pulled apart, she was smiling. A real smile.
"I forgive you," she said. "For real this time."
"I'll do better." He meant it. "I'll be better."
She reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "We'll both do better. That's the deal, right?"
He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, until she was laughing and pushing at his face.
Can you do a story where sunghoon and the team go skating with fem!reader?? Maybe one of the other boys accidently hurts her on the ice or something and he like yells at them and her. Maybe a hospital scene with comfort or maybe just going home and her and him making up. Can the reader please be like sad that he yelled and like she really hates yelling so it made her really anxious but he's too mad to realize at first. Maybe she had like a bad childhood with yelling so she was scared that he was mad that she was hurt so she tried to hide/ downplay her pain (clock my trauma alrighttttt).Maybe she takes comfort in another member for like five seconds after he yells at her and she cries to them when he realizes he was too harsh on his baby girl!!!!!I. I love your blog sm!!!!!
The ice that broke us
౨ৎ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : boyfriend! idol! sunghoon x girlfriend!reader
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: hurt/comfort , fluff , established relationship
sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs : in which Sunghoon raised his voice at Y/N, and learned that being scared doesn't give you the right to make someone else feel small.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: mentions of childhood trauma , blood (minor knee scrape) , yelling , tell me if theres more
The ice rink was nearly empty when they arrived.
Sunghoon had been talking about this for weeks ; bringing her to the rink where he used to train, the place that still felt familiar even after all these years. And since Jake and Ni-ki had tagged along, it had quickly turned from a romantic date into a group outing.
"You're going down," Ni-ki announced, pointing at her with his skate blade like a sword.
"I've been on ice approximately three times in my life," she laughed, gripping the railing like her life depended on it. "That's not a flex."
"Skill issue," Ni-ki said solemnly, then pushed off backward, skating in a lazy circle around her like a shark circling prey.
"Sunghoon, you're supposed to be teaching me, not letting your members terrorize me."
He was watching from the center of the rink, a small smile on his face. The way he moved on ice was different , smoother, more elegant, like he belonged there. Like the ice was an extension of himself.
"You're doing fine," he called. "Stop holding the rail."
"I will die."
"You won't die."
"I will literally—"
Ni-ki chose that moment to zip past her, close enough that the wind made her stumble. She shrieked, grabbing onto Jake, who nearly went down with her.
"NISHIMURA RIKI."
"Too slow, y-n!" He was already on the other side of the rink, grinning.
She was about to retort when Ni-ki called out again: "Catch me if you can!"
And then he was coming at her again, but this time, instead of dodging, she decided to fight back. She pushed off from the rail, wobbling but moving, and reached out to grab his arm as he passed.
It was a mistake.
Ni-ki was going too fast, and she was nowhere near stable enough to handle the momentum. The second her fingers closed around his sleeve, she felt herself being yanked forward, her skates sliding out from under her.
"Whoa—" Ni-ki tried to catch her, but he was off-balance too, and they both went down hard.
She hit the ice with a gasp, her knee taking the worst of it. The pain was sharp and immediate, and for a second, she just lay there, stunned.
"Oh my god." Ni-ki was already scrambling up, his earlier mischief gone, replaced by wide-eyed panic. "Y-n, are you okay? I'm sorry, I -"
Jake was there too, sliding to a stop beside her. "That looked bad. Are you hurt?"
She sat up slowly, looking down at her knee. Her tights were torn, and underneath, there was blood .
"im okay," she said quietly.
Ni-ki's face went pale. "Oh shit i'm really sorry."
She was about to tell him it was fine when she heard the sound of skates cutting ice, fast and sharp.
Sunghoon appeared beside her, his face unreadable. He knelt down, his eyes fixed on her bleeding knee.
"Show me."
"It's just a scrape—"
"Show me."
She pulled her hand away, and his jaw tightened.
"It's not that bad—"
"Do you realize," he said, his voice low and controlled, "that you could have broken your knee? That you could have hit your head? What were you thinking, grabbing him like that?"
"I was just playing around—"
"Playing around." He stood up abruptly, and now his voice was rising. "On ice while you can barely stand. Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"
Her chest tightened. "Sunghoon, it was an accident—"
"An accident that could have put you in the hospital!" He was yelling now. She could see Ni-ki flinch out of the corner of her eye, could see Jake shifting uncomfortably. "You don't mess around on ice like that. You don't—"
Ni-ki cut in, his voice higher than usual. "It was my fault, I shouldn't have—"
"Okay," Jake interrupted, stepping between them. "Okay. Let's all just... take a breath. Y/N's hurt. Yelling isn't going to help."
Sunghoon opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked at her and something in his expression shifted. But she couldn't read it, because her eyes were starting to burn .
Jake was at her side immediately, his hand steady under her arm. "Come on. Let's get you off the ice."
She didn't look at Sunghoon as Jake helped her skate toward the edge. She didn't look at Ni-ki either, but she heard him following, his skates scraping quietly.
Sunghoon didn't follow. When she glanced back, he was still standing in the middle of the rink, one hand pressed to his forehead.
"Sunghoon hyung didn't mean to yell," Ni-ki said from behind her. He was sitting on the bench, still in his skates, looking miserable. "He just... he gets scared. He's always been like that when someone gets hurt."
"It's fine," she managed.
"Let's go get hot chocolate. There's that place around the corner. We can... let things cool down a bit." Jake said.
She nodded again.
As they left the rink, she saw Sunghoon sitting in the stands, his head down. She wanted to go to him. She wanted him to come to her. But her feet kept moving, following Jake and Ni-ki out into the cold air, and the door closed behind them.
The hot chocolate had helped a little.
But the moment she stepped inside, the anxiety came rushing back.
Sunghoon was there. He was sitting on the couch, his hair still slightly damp from a shower, and he looked up when she walked in.
"You're back."
"Yeah."
She hung her jacket on the hook .
"How's your knee?"
"Fine. It was just a scrape."
He nodded. The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable.
"We should... We should clean it properly," he said finally. "Make sure there's no infection."
She almost told him she could do it herself. But she saw something in his face...something that looked like guilt and she nodded instead.
"Okay."
His room was neat, as always. He'd laid out antiseptic and bandages on the nightstand, and he pulled out his desk chair for her to sit on while he knelt at her feet.
He held her leg carefully and dabbed antiseptic on a cotton ball, and she braced herself for the sting. But he was careful, his movements slow and precise.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little."
His jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything. He kept working, cleaning the wound with the same focus he brought to everything.
When he was done, he wrapped a fresh bandage around her knee, his fingers lingering on her calf for a moment before he pulled away.
"Sunghoon—"
"Sorry." The word came out fast, like he'd been holding it in. "For yelling at you, I was just... I was scared. When I saw you fall, I thought—" He stopped, his hands curling into fists on his thighs. "I'm sorry."
She should tell him it was okay. That was what she always did. She opened her mouth, the words already forming but they wouldn't come.
Because it wasn't okay. And she was so tired of pretending it was.
"It's okay," she said anyway, because the alternative was too much to explain. "I know you were scared."
He looked up at her, something uncertain in his eyes. "You forgive me?"
She smiled. It felt thin, but he didn't seem to notice. "Of course."
He exhaled, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "I'll do better. I'll... I'll work on it."
She nodded, and he pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapped around her waist, his face pressed against her stomach. She let him hold her, even though her hands stayed at her sides.
"I love you," he murmured against her.
"I love you too."
But the words felt hollow.
Later that night, she couldn't sleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, she heard his voice. Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? It echoed in her skull, mixing with older sounds, older voices, older moments when someone was supposed to love her and instead—
She got out of bed.
The dorm was quiet, the other rooms dark. She pulled on a jacket and slipped out the door, letting it close softly behind her.
The small park near the dorm was empty, lit by streetlamps and a sliver of moon. She sat on a bench, pulled her knees to her chest, and finally let herself cry.
It wasn't just about tonight. It was about a lifetime of being yelled at. Of raised voices that meant something worse was coming. Of learning to make herself small, to say "it's okay" when it wasn't, to apologize for existing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She thought she'd outgrown it. Thought Sunghoon was safe, that his voice would never feel like a threat.
But tonight, on the ice, she'd felt like that child again.
She was still crying when she heard footsteps on the path.
"Y/N?"
She looked up, and there was Sunoo, a plastic bag dangling from one hand, his face creased with confusion.
"What are you doing here? It's like... it's so late."
She wiped her face quickly, forcing a smile. "Just wanted to clear my head a little. What about you?"
He held up the bag. "Mint choco ice cream. I was craving it, and the convenience store was still open." He tilted his head, studying her. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just... fresh air."
He didn't look convinced, but he didn't push. Instead, he sat down on the bench beside her, close enough that their shoulders almost touched.
"I got two," he said, pulling out one of the cups and holding it out to her. "In case someone wanted to share."
She almost said no but the thought of being alone right now was unbearable.
"Thanks." She took the cup, peeling back the lid. "You know everyone's going to make fun of you for eating mint choco again."
"Everyone already makes fun of me for everything." He popped his own lid open, scooping a bite with the tiny plastic spoon.
She laughed despite herself, a wet, hiccupping sound.
She took a bite of her ice cream. It was cold and sweet, the chocolate pieces crunchy against her teeth. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.
They ate in silence for a minute, the only sounds the distant hum of traffic and the occasional sniff from her. Then Sunoo said, very quietly:
"You've been crying."
She stiffened. "I—"
"You don't have to tell me," he interrupted gently. "But don't lie to me either, okay? I can see your face."
She looked down at her ice cream. The mint was melting into a pale green pool at the bottom of the cup.
"Sunghoon yelled at me tonight."
Sunoo didn't react with surprise he just waited.
"We went skating. With Jake and Ni-ki. And Ni-ki and I were messing around, and I fell, and I scraped my knee. And he just..." She swallowed. "He yelled. In front of everyone. About how stupid I was, how dangerous it was, how I could have broken something."
Sunoo's hand had stopped moving, his spoon suspended over his cup.
"And I know he was scared. I know he didn't mean it. But I..." Her voice cracked. "When I was little, my parents used to yell. A lot. About everything. And it never just stopped at yelling. So now, when someone raises their voice at me, I just—" She pressed her palm against her eyes, trying to hold the tears back. "I feel like I'm seven years old again. Like I did something wrong. Like I'm bad."
"Oh, Y/N..." Sunoo's voice was so soft it hurt.
"I told him it was okay," she continued, the words spilling out now. "I told him I forgave him. And I do, I just—I don't know how to tell him that it's not okay. That the yelling—it's not just yelling for me. And he doesn't know because I never told him, and now i'm too scared to have an actual conversation with my own boyfriend."
She was crying again, properly crying, her shoulders shaking, her face wet. Sunoo set his ice cream aside and put his arm around her, pulling her against his side.
"You're not bad," he said quietly. "You didn't do anything wrong. And Sunghoon... Sunghoon is an idiot. He gets scared and he yells. It's a thing he does. He's not doing it to hurt you, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."
She nodded, sniffling.
"And for the record," Sunoo continued, "he feels terrible. I could tell when you guys got back. He's been walking around like a kicked puppy all night."
"Ni-ki said he was scared when I fell."
"He was." Sunoo's hand rubbed slow circles on her back. "But being scared isn't an excuse. And he needs to know that."
She pulled back, wiping her face with her sleeve. "How do I tell him? I don't... I don't know how to say it without sounding like I'm blaming him for everything."
Sunoo was quiet for a moment, thinking.
"Just... tell him what you told me. Not what he did but what it felt like." He squeezed her shoulder. "He loves you. He'll listen."
She looked at him, at his kind face and gentle eyes, and felt something loosen in her chest.
"Since when are you so wise?"
He grinned, the expression transforming his face. "I've always been wise. You're all just too busy making fun of my ice cream choices to notice."
She laughed. "Mint choco is objectively terrible."
"Mint choco is objectively delicious, you just don't have taste."
They sat for a while longer, finishing their ice cream, watching the clouds drift across the moon. By the time they walked back to the dorm, her eyes were dry and her chest felt lighter
Two days passed.
Sunghoon noticed that something was wrong, he wasn't blind. She wasn't avoiding him, exactly, but she wasn't reaching for him either. When he held her hand, her fingers stayed loose. When he kissed her forehead, she smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
He asked if she was okay. She said she was fine. He wanted to believe her, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd broken something he didn't know how to fix.
It was Sunoo who found him after practice.
"She's not fine."
Sunghoon was in the middle of retying his shoes, and he looked up to find Sunoo standing over him, arms crossed.
"What?"
"Y/N. She's not fine." Sunoo's voice was quiet, but there was steel underneath. "You yelled at her. She fell, she was bleeding, and you yelled at her."
"I know." Sunghoon's stomach dropped. "I apologized. She said it was okay."
"She said it was okay because she's spent her whole life telling people it's okay when it isn't." Sunoo sat down on the bench beside him. "Do you know why she hates yelling, Sunghoon?"
He shook his head slowly.
"Because when she was a kid, yelling meant something worse was coming. Because her parents didn't just shout. They made her feel like she was wrong for existing." Sunoo's voice was gentle now. "So when you yell at her, even when you're scared, even when you're trying to protect her , it doesn't feel like love. It feels like the beginning of something bad."
Sunghoon felt like he'd been punched in the chest.
"She never told me that."
Sunoo stood up. "You're the one person who's supposed to notice when she's pretending."
He walked away, leaving Sunghoon sitting alone in the empty practice room, his shoes forgotten in his hands.
He found her that night , she was walking back to her university dorm, her bag slung over one shoulder, her head down. It was cold enough to see her breath, and she was bundled in a scarf that he was pretty sure used to be his.
He waited until she was almost at the door before he spoke.
"Y/N."
She stopped. Turned. Her eyes widened when she saw him.
"Sunghoon? What are you—it's almost midnight."
"I know." He shoved his hands in his pockets, suddenly nervous. "Can we talk?"
She hesitated, and that hesitation was worse than anything she could have said.
"Yeah," she said finally. "Okay."
They walked to the small courtyard outside her building, sitting on a stone bench under a streetlamp. The light made everything look soft, edges blurred, like a photograph in an old album.
"I talked to Sunoo," he started.
She tensed beside him. "He didn't—"
"He told me about your parents. About the yelling." He looked at her, watching her face. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Her hands twisted in her lap. "I didn't want you to think I was... fragile. Or that I was blaming you for something you didn't know."
"You're not fragile." His voice came out rougher than he intended, and he saw her flinch. He forced himself to soften. "You're the strongest person I know. But you don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me."
She was quiet for a long moment. Then:
"When you yelled at me on the ice... I knew you were scared. I knew you weren't trying to hurt me. But I couldn't stop my brain from..." She took a shaky breath. "It wasn't you I was hearing , it was them. And I felt like I was seven years old again, like I'd done something wrong, like I was bad."
"You didn'tdo anything wrong.." The words came out fierce, desperate. "You fell. You got hurt. The only thing I should have done was make sure you were okay. That's it."
She finally looked at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "I wanted to tell you. That night, when you said sorry, I wanted to tell you that it wasn't okay. That I needed you to understand. But I couldn't. I just... I just said it was fine, and I hated myself for it."
He reached for her hands, her fingers were cold, and he wrapped them between his palms, trying to warm them.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Not just for yelling for not seeing that something was wrong. For letting you pretend it was okay when it wasn't." He lifted her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "I love you. And I don't want to be someone you're scared of. Ever."
"You're not someone I'm scared of." Her voice was thick. "I'm scared of... of being that person again."
He pulled her into his arms, and she came willingly, burying her face in his chest.
"You never have to be small with me," he said into her hair. "And if I ever do something that makes you feel that way again ,tell me. Yell at me. Throw something at me. I don't care. Just don't pretend. Please."
She laughed against his chest, a wet, shaking sound. "Throw something at you?"
"If it helps." He pulled back just enough to see her face. "I'd rather have you throw a pillow at my head than watch you disappear into yourself again."
Her eyes were red, her nose was running, and she was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
"I'm sorry too," she said quietly. "For not telling you sooner. For making you guess."
"Don't apologize for that." He cupped her face in his hands, thumbs wiping away the tears on her cheeks. "You told me when you were ready. That's what matters."
She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing. "I love you. Even when you're an idiot sometimes."
He smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. "I love you too even when you're too stubborn to tell me I hurt you."
She laughed again,
"I'm not stubborn."
"You're the most stubborn person I know."
"That's not true. You're the one who—"
He kissed her, cutting off the argument. She melted into him, her hands fisting in his jacket, and he held her like she was the only thing keeping him upright.
When they finally pulled apart, she was smiling. A real smile.
"I forgive you," she said. "For real this time."
"I'll do better." He meant it. "I'll be better."
She reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "We'll both do better. That's the deal, right?"
He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, until she was laughing and pushing at his face.
beach date with riki and reader is in a bikini and he cannot stop being all handsy with her n staring her up and down super suggestive but nothing crazy but also super fluffy!!!! ❤️
Salt and sunscreen.
౨ৎ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : boyfriend! ni-ki x girlfriend!reader
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff , suggestive , established relationship
sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs : during a rare break in Jeju island , Ni-ki takes his girlfriend on a beach date. But when she shows up in a tiny pink bikini, he struggles to keep his composure ... a day full of playful waves, stolen kisses, and ice cream.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Suggestive themes, a lot of skinship, mention of arousal/boner, riki being a simp
Summer in Jeju was no joke, even with the hotel room's air conditioning working overtime, the morning sun was already creeping through the cracks in the curtains, painting warm stripes across the bed.
The second thing Ni-ki became aware of was that the warm spot beside him was empty.
He cracked one eye open, still half-lost in sleep, and found her.
Y/N was standing in front of the small mirror by the window, backlit by the soft morning light, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of underwear and a loose tank top. She was holding up two pieces of fabric..bikinis, he realized as his brain slowly came online , turning back and forth, trying to decide.
He watched through half-lidded eyes, not ready to let her know he was awake yet.
She held up a black one. Then a pink one. Then the black one again.
He bit back a smile.
Cute.
Eventually, she seemed to make a decision, setting one aside and hanging the other on the edge of the mirror. As she turned back toward the bed, her eyes met his and she jumped slightly.
"Riki!" she gasped, one hand flying to her chest. "How long have you been awake?"
He stretched lazily, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Long enough."
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Good morning to you too, baby." She padded over to the bed and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Did you sleep well?"
He caught her wrist before she could pull away, tugging her down until she was half-draped across his chest. She laughed, bracing herself on either side of his head.
"No," he mumbled, voice rough with sleep. "Mosquitoes. Heat. Worst night ever."
"Poor baby," she cooed, clearly not sorry at all. "Want me to kiss it better?"
She laughed again and kissed his nose, his cheek, his chin. He let her, basking in the warmth of her and the morning and the simple fact that they were here, together, with nowhere to be and nothing to do but exist.
Eventually, she pushed up. "I'm going to finish getting ready. You should shower."
He groaned dramatically. "Two more minutes."
"Riki."
"One more minute."
She was already walking away, tossing a smile over her shoulder. "Shower. Now. I want beach time."
Twenty minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair still dripping, to find her standing by the window.
She changed.
The bikini was baby pink , soft and sweet and the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. The top was simple but hugged her perfectly, and the bottoms sat just right on her hips, a tiny bow on each side. She paired it with a small white shorts, unbuttoned, hanging low.
She looked up when he walked in, and something flickered in her eyes.
"Is it..." She bit her lip. "Is it too much?"
Riki froze.
For a solid second, his brain stopped functioning entirely. All he could do was stare at the soft curve of her waist, the way the pink made her skin glow, the tiny beauty mark just above her hip that he wanted to kiss until she forgot her own name.
"No," he managed, voice coming out rougher than intended. He looked away quickly, grabbing blindly for his bag. "No, it suits you. It's... yeah. Good."
He could feel her watching him, probably confused by his sudden avoidance. He couldn't explain that if he looked at her one more second, he was going to do something stupid. Like cancel the beach entirely and spend the day in bed.
Focus. Shirt. Pants. Where are your pants—
"You okay?" she asked, amused.
He cleared his throat. "Fine. Ready to go."
She definitely noticed. He could hear the smile in her voice when she said, "Okay, baby. Let's go."
The walk to the beach was so relaxing.
His hand fit perfectly in hers, fingers intertwined, swinging slightly between them. The sun was warm but not scorching yet, and the streets were mostly empty, just a few early risers and local vendors setting up their stalls.
The beach itself was nearly deserted when they arrived. Just the gentle sound of waves.
Riki spread out their towels while Y/N kicked off her sandals, wiggling her toes in the sand with a happy sigh. Then she stripped off her white shorts, leaving herself in just that pink bikini, and laid down on her stomach.
He tried very hard not to stare at the way the fabric curved over the soft swell of her ass.
"We should put on sunscreen before the sun rises entirely." She exclaimed holding up the bottle and looking at him through the most irresistible doe eyes he'd ever seen. "Could you do my back?"
Say no. Say no and jump in the ocean right now before you embarrass yourself.
"Yeah," he heard himself say. "Sure."
She handed him the bottle and settled back down, face resting on her folded arms, eyes closing peacefully. He squeezed some lotion into his palm and knelt beside her.
The moment his hands touched her skin, he knew he was in trouble.
She was so soft. Warm from the sun, smooth as silk. He started at her shoulders, working the sunscreen into her skin slowly..maybe slower than necessary..trailing down her spine, spreading across her lower back.
Her waist. The dip just above her hips. The very top curve of—
His fingers brushed the edge of her bikini bottom, and she made a pleased little sigh.
He froze.
"Mm," she murmured, eyes still closed. "That feels nice. We really needed this."
Yeah, he thought, forcing his hands to stay professional. Really needed this.
He finished her back as quickly as he could without being obvious, then practically launched himself back to his own towel.
When he looked over, she was already half-asleep, face peaceful, chest rising and falling gently.
But childish side couldn't resist.
He moved silently, slowly, like a predator stalking prey. She didn't even twitch until his shadow fell over her and by then, it was too late.
"RIKI WHAT THE—"
He scooped her up effortlessly, one arm under her knees, the other around her back, and took off running toward the water.
"RIKI PUT ME DOWN—" She was screaming and laughing, pounding uselessly against his chest. "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE—"
They plunged into the waves together, emerging seconds later gasping and sputtering. Y/N came up swinging, splashing him directly in the face.
"YOU'RE DEAD," she shrieked. "YOU'RE SO DEAD NISHIMURA RIKI."
He was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, splashing her back, the water around them turning into a war zone. She lunged at him, trying to push him under, and he caught her easily, pulling her against his chest.
"Fuck you," she laughed, breathless, water streaming down her face.
He grinned down at her and then his gaze slipped.
Just for a second.
The water moved around them, buoying her up, and he caught a glimpse of the swell of her chest, the way her bikini clung to her, the droplets of water trailing down her skin.
"You're staring," she said.
His eyes snapped back to her face. "Sorry. Zoned out."
"Mmhmm." She didn't look convinced. But she also didn't look mad.
Instead, she curled a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss.
It was soft at first, just a brush of lips, saltwater and warmth. Then she nipped at his lower lip, and he groaned, pulling her closer, one hand splaying across her lower back, pressing her against him.
When they finally broke apart, she was smiling.
"Wanna actually swim now?"
"Whatever you want, baby."
They spent the next hour playing in the water like kids.
He taught her how to do a handstand (she failed spectacularly). She tried to climb onto his back and ended up dunking them both. They raced to a distant buoy and back he won, obviously, but he let her claim victory anyway because the look on her face was worth it.
By the time they dragged themselves back to shore, they were exhausted and starving.
Y/N wrung out her hair and dropped onto her towel, immediately reaching for the bag she'd brought. "I made sandwiches while you were asleep this morning."
Riki's eyes widened. "You made sandwiches?"
"Don't sound so surprised." She pulled out a neatly wrapped container and handed it to him. "Turkey and cheese. Your favorite."
He opened it and stared at the contents like she'd handed him gold.
"You're an angel," he said solemnly. "A literal angel."
She laughed, unwrapping her own sandwich, and they ate in comfortable silence, watching the waves and the slowly growing crowd on the beach.
He caught her looking at him once with a soft smile on her face.
"What?" he asked, mouth half-full.
"Nothing." She shook her head, still smiling. "You just look really cute right now. Like a little boy eating at the beach."
He scowled, but there was no heat in it. "I'm not cute."
"So cute," she sang. "My tall, scary boyfriend, eating his sandwich like a little kid."
He lunged at her, and she shrieked, scrambling away, but he caught her easily and pulled her into his lap, sandwich forgotten.
"Say it again," he growled against her neck.
"You're—ah!—you're cute—"
He tickled her until she couldn't breathe, until she was gasping and laughing and begging him to stop. Only then did he release her, pulling her back against his chest with a satisfied smirk.
"I hate you."
"You asked for this."
She didn't answer. Just tilted her head back and kissed his jaw.
After they finished eating, Y/N's eyes caught on something in the distance.
"Riki." She grabbed his arm. "Riki, look—ice cream!"
He followed her gaze to a small stand near the boardwalk, brightly colored and already attracting a small crowd.
She turned those eyes on him again, and he was absolutely powerless. "Please please please can we get some?"
He sighed dramatically. "Fine."
She was already on her feet, pulling him up.
The ice cream was cold and sweet and perfect.
She got strawberry. He got chocolate. They walked along the water's edge, barefoot, trading licks and laughing when the other tried to take too big a bite.
He was mid-lick when a drop of melted chocolate slid down his chin and dripped onto his collarbone.
"Shit--," he started to say and then she was there.
Warm. Soft. Her tongue trailing up from his collarbone to his jaw, catching the last of the chocolate.
He froze.
She pulled back like nothing had happened, taking another lick of her strawberry ice cream, and kept walking.
"Yah," he managed, voice strangled. "Y/N."
She glanced back, innocent as anything. "What?"
"You—that—" He gestured vaguely at his entire body. "You can't just—"
She smiled sweetly. "Can't just what, baby?"
He stared at her, ice cream dripping forgotten down his hand, and felt his entire face go red.
This woman is going to kill me.
And then he felt something else.
Oh no. Not now. Not here.
He was already half-hard from watching her in that bikini all morning. The ice cream thing had pushed him dangerously close to full attention. He quickly angled his body away, praying she wouldn't notice.
"Mmm," she said knowingly, eyes flicking down for just a second. "Looks like someone liked that."
"Shut up," he muttered, ears burning.
She laughed, bright and beautiful, and grabbed his free hand. "Come on. Let's go back to our towels."
They settled back onto the towels, and Riki pulled out his Polaroid camera : the one he'd bought on their LA tour and hadn't been able to stop using since.
"Hold still," he said, aiming it at her.
She posed immediately, propping herself up on one elbow, looking every inch the vision she was. He snapped the photo, and it whirred out, slowly developing.
"Let me see!" She reached for it, and he let her, watching as her face softened at the image.
"Woah i look pretty today" she murmured.
"You always look pretty," he said without thinking.
She looked up at him, eyes warm. Then she set the photo down and opened her arms. "Come here."
He went willingly, curling up beside her on the too-small towel, one arm draped across her stomach, head resting on her shoulder.
"Riki?" she said softly.
"Mm?"
"Today has been really perfect."
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." She was quiet for a moment, fingers running through his damp hair. "It's the first time in a long time I've forgotten about... everything. All the stress. All the problems. Just... been here. With you."
His heart clenched.
"Me too," he admitted quietly. "This is probably the best day I've had in years. Maybe ever."
She turned her head, kissing the top of his head. "Really?"
He nodded against her. "I forget about everything when I'm with you. The schedules. The pressure. All of it. You make it stop."
Her hand stilled in his hair, and when he looked up, her eyes were shiny.
"I love you," she whispered.
He lifted himself up just enough to kiss her deeply.
When they broke apart, her hand had drifted to his thigh, fingers tracing gentle patterns on his skin. The touch was innocent, but everything else about the moment felt charged.
They stayed like that for a long time with the warmth of the sunset, the Polaroid photos slowly developing beside them capturing a moment of perfect happiness.
hihi can i pls reqni-ki with reader whos also in enhypen comforting her when she dwells on a mistake on stage too much?? tysm!
౨ৎ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : idol! ni-ki × member! reader
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: comfort , fluff.
sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs : riki comforting you after you messed up on stage.
The second you got back to the dressing room, you wanted to disappear.
While everyone was laughing and pulling off stage clothes you sat on the floor in the corner, back against the wall, and stared at your shoes.
That moment kept playing in your head, the chorus...your part. You were supposed to turn and hit the mark next to Heeseung but you were late, just a beat maybe less but you felt it , your body knew before your brain did.
You felt so fucking studpid
You'd practiced that part hundreds of times. Hundreds. And then on stage, in front of thousands of people, you messed up.
"Hey."
You didn't look up.
A pair of black stage boots appeared in your vision. Then Ni-ki was sliding down the wall next to you, sitting on the floor even though there were empty chairs everywhere.
"You didn't come get water with us," he said.
"Not thirsty."
He didn't say anything for a moment. Just sat there, long legs stretched out, looking at the ceiling.
Then: "You've been weird since we got off stage."
"I'm fine."
"No you're not."
You finally looked at him. He was already watching you, dark eyes calm, face unreadable.
"The turn in the second chorus," you said quietly. "I was late. Like a whole beat late. I could feel it."
He blinked. "That's it?"
"What do you mean 'that's it'? I messed up on stage. In front of everyone."
"Yeah, and?" He shrugged. "So what?"
You stared at him. "So what? Riki, I—"
"Did anyone fall?" he asked.
"What?"
"Did the choreography fall apart? Did someone crash into someone else? Did the song stop?"
You shook your head slowly.
"Then who cares." He pulled his knees up, resting his arms on them. "You were late by one beat. No one noticed except you."
"You don't know that."
"I know I didn't notice." He looked at you. "And I was standing right next to you."
You wanted to argue but the words got stuck. Your eyes were burning suddenly and you hated it. You weren't going to cry over this. Not here. Not now.
Ni-ki must have noticed because his voice changed. Got softer.
"Hey," he said. "Come here."
Before you could respond, he reached over and pulled you against his side. One arm wrapped around your shoulders, tugging you close until your head was resting against him. He was warm and he smelled like sweat and the sweet perfume they'd sprayed on him before the show.
"You're allowed to mess up sometimes," he said quietly. "We all do it."
A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. You wiped it away fast, hoping he didn't see.
Which he did but he didn't say anything. Just held you a little tighter.
"I just wanted it to be perfect," you whispered. "I worked so hard."
"I know." His chin rested on top of your head. "But you were still good. You're always good. One missed beat doesn't change that."
You sniffled. "You sure?"
"Yeah.." He paused. "And if anyone says anything mean online, I'll find their IP address."
You laughed.
"You can't do that."
"I can try."
You pulled back just enough to look at him. His face was soft, no teasing, no smirk. Just him.
"You're so annoying," you said.
"I know."
"But thanks."
He smiled softly in response
You stayed like that for a while, leaning against him while the noise from the others faded into the background.
"You should probably get up," you mumbled after a few minutes. "Everyone's gonna wonder where you are."
He sighed dramatically but didn't move.
"You're so stubborn."
"You're the one crying on me."
You shoved him weakly. "I'm not crying anymore."
"Good." He glanced down at you. "You hungry?"
You thought about it...you hadn't eaten since before the show. "Yeah, actually."
"Then let's go." He stood up and held out his hand. You took it and he pulled you up. "Jay hyung got chicken. If we're fast we can grab the good pieces before Sunoo hyung eats them all."
You wiped your face one last time, making sure no tear tracks were left. Ni-ki watched you, then reached out and fixed a piece of your hair that was sticking up.
"There," he said. "Now you look normal."
"Thanks," you laughed. "You really know how to make a girl feel special."
"I know." He grinned, the teasing smirk finally back.
You rolled your eyes but you were smiling. Real this time.
As you walked toward the door, he grabbed your wrist.
"Hey."
You turned.
"For real though." His voice was quiet again. "You did good today."
You felt your eyes sting again but blinked it back.
"Thanks, Riki."
He nodded once, then let go of your wrist and pushed open the door.
"Last one to the chicken has to share with Sunoo hyung!" he yelled over his shoulder, already running.
"Hey—wait—that's not fair, your legs are longer!"
You ran after him, laughing, finally the weight in your chest felt a little lighter.
hihi can i pls reqni-ki with reader whos also in enhypen comforting her when she dwells on a mistake on stage too much?? tysm!
The weight of mistakes
౨ৎ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : idol! ni-ki × member! reader
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: comfort , fluff.
sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs : riki comforting you after you messed up on stage.
The second you got back to the dressing room, you wanted to disappear.
While everyone was laughing and pulling off stage clothes you sat on the floor in the corner, back against the wall, and stared at your shoes.
That moment kept playing in your head, the chorus...your part. You were supposed to turn and hit the mark next to Heeseung but you were late, just a beat maybe less but you felt it , your body knew before your brain did.
You felt so fucking studpid
You'd practiced that part hundreds of times. Hundreds. And then on stage, in front of thousands of people, you messed up.
"Hey."
You didn't look up.
A pair of black stage boots appeared in your vision. Then Ni-ki was sliding down the wall next to you, sitting on the floor even though there were empty chairs everywhere.
"You didn't come get water with us," he said.
"Not thirsty."
He didn't say anything for a moment. Just sat there, long legs stretched out, looking at the ceiling.
Then: "You've been weird since we got off stage."
"I'm fine."
"No you're not."
You finally looked at him. He was already watching you, dark eyes calm, face unreadable.
"The turn in the second chorus," you said quietly. "I was late. Like a whole beat late. I could feel it."
He blinked. "That's it?"
"What do you mean 'that's it'? I messed up on stage. In front of everyone."
"Yeah, and?" He shrugged. "So what?"
You stared at him. "So what? Riki, I—"
"Did anyone fall?" he asked.
"What?"
"Did the choreography fall apart? Did someone crash into someone else? Did the song stop?"
You shook your head slowly.
"Then who cares." He pulled his knees up, resting his arms on them. "You were late by one beat. No one noticed except you."
"You don't know that."
"I know I didn't notice." He looked at you. "And I was standing right next to you."
You wanted to argue but the words got stuck. Your eyes were burning suddenly and you hated it. You weren't going to cry over this. Not here. Not now.
Ni-ki must have noticed because his voice changed. Got softer.
"Hey," he said. "Come here."
Before you could respond, he reached over and pulled you against his side. One arm wrapped around your shoulders, tugging you close until your head was resting against him. He was warm and he smelled like sweat and the sweet perfume they'd sprayed on him before the show.
"You're allowed to mess up sometimes," he said quietly. "We all do it."
A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. You wiped it away fast, hoping he didn't see.
Which he did but he didn't say anything. Just held you a little tighter.
"I just wanted it to be perfect," you whispered. "I worked so hard."
"I know." His chin rested on top of your head. "But you were still good. You're always good. One missed beat doesn't change that."
You sniffled. "You sure?"
"Yeah.." He paused. "And if anyone says anything mean online, I'll find their IP address."
You laughed.
"You can't do that."
"I can try."
You pulled back just enough to look at him. His face was soft, no teasing, no smirk. Just him.
"You're so annoying," you said.
"I know."
"But thanks."
He smiled softly in response
You stayed like that for a while, leaning against him while the noise from the others faded into the background.
"You should probably get up," you mumbled after a few minutes. "Everyone's gonna wonder where you are."
He sighed dramatically but didn't move.
"You're so stubborn."
"You're the one crying on me."
You shoved him weakly. "I'm not crying anymore."
"Good." He glanced down at you. "You hungry?"
You thought about it...you hadn't eaten since before the show. "Yeah, actually."
"Then let's go." He stood up and held out his hand. You took it and he pulled you up. "Jay hyung got chicken. If we're fast we can grab the good pieces before Sunoo hyung eats them all."
You wiped your face one last time, making sure no tear tracks were left. Ni-ki watched you, then reached out and fixed a piece of your hair that was sticking up.
"There," he said. "Now you look normal."
"Thanks," you laughed. "You really know how to make a girl feel special."
"I know." He grinned, the teasing smirk finally back.
You rolled your eyes but you were smiling. Real this time.
As you walked toward the door, he grabbed your wrist.
"Hey."
You turned.
"For real though." His voice was quiet again. "You did good today."
You felt your eyes sting again but blinked it back.
"Thanks, Riki."
He nodded once, then let go of your wrist and pushed open the door.
"Last one to the chicken has to share with Sunoo hyung!" he yelled over his shoulder, already running.
"Hey—wait—that's not fair, your legs are longer!"
You ran after him, laughing, finally the weight in your chest felt a little lighter.
— as be:lift continues to handle this situation, and heeseung's "departure", they remain adamant on this being 'heeseung's choice', but their actions completely show through the cracks, as clear as day.
THEY ARE TRYING TO REMOVE HEESEUNG FROM THE BIG PICTURE as they are actively pausing activities and schedules to be able to remove any trace of him in the group.
thumbnails with heeseung cropped out are being used.
in the recent interview with THE MORNING SHOW, it was titled 'enhypen break their silence after HEESEUNG exists the group.' — the interviewers, which I personally found unprofessional but won't comment on it, have asked about the changes in the performance, as if urging them to address something they obviously do not intend to talk about. + enhypen didn't say a word about heeseung, making the title not just misleading but a way for be:lift to make people feel like the decision is final.
EN'OCLOCK being temporarily postponed as they have no episodes filmed without heeseung. if they knew of this decision ahead of time, they'd prepare, no?
— there is so much more I didn't mention, but just take this as an example. if this was heeseung's choice, they would've planned ahead knowing all of this.
NOW, the question is, why are they trying so hard to erase him when he's still supposedly under be:lift? why are they acting like he got caught up in a big scandal? why do they desperately try to separate him from the group? there's definitely something we don't know, but this should be enough to convince you that what's going isn't right.
PLEASE DON'T STOP FIGHTING FOR OT7
he will come back, one way or another. don't lose hope, don't demotivate yourself AND other engenes, and keep talking about it! keep spreading awareness, avoid spreading misinformation, and do your best to help ENHYPEN & HEESEUNG.
no cause i just saw vids of enha members replacing heeseung's parts in Australia and it broke my heart, like this made me realize he's really gone i was in denial the whole time honestly ...
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