heeseung looks for his name in your henna the night before your wedding.
pairing :: lee heeseung x gn!reader
genres/au’s :: fluff
warnings :: brief food talk
word count :: 0.5k
author’s note :: i don't care how this performs (at least i'm telling myself that) because this fic is completely self-indulgent. no one asked for this. i hope my fellow desis and everyone else who chooses to read this enjoy this nevertheless. this is so embarrassing omg DON'T LOOK AT ME. also, jaanu means dear in urdu/hindi and i used it because i'm feeling delusional.
beta readers :: @sunoosill but she might have been too busy laughing at me to actually edit it LOL I APPRECIATE YOU THO <3
soundtrack :: kesariya (honestly i was listening to o re piya while writing but that song makes me sad so here)
“oh, you look beautiful,” heeseung declared from the couch, his right hand on his heart as you rounded the corner into your warmly lit living room, “do a little twirl.”
“i’m wearing pajamas, heeseung,” you protested but lifted the ends of your pajamas to spin for your fiancé with a bashful grin.
“how long did this take?” heeseung’s eyes widened as you approached, surprised by the level of detail in your mehndi.
“five or six hours. she had to cover my feet, too,”
“five or s—” heeseung’s mouth fell agape, “i hope you got to eat and drink water.”
“i did, don’t worry,” you laughed off his comment, recalling how frantic your friends and family were to ensure you were doing just that, “and…i have a little surprise for you.”
heeseung tilted his head in curiosity, gaze fixed on you as you joined him on the sofa. “and what would that be?”
“do you remember that tradition i told you about? the one that—”
“you wrote my name in there?” a toothy smile started to form on heeseung’s lips as he gently pulled your right hand toward his face.
“just your first name,” you smiled, combing the hair that had fallen into heeseung’s face in his excitement back with your free hand. he remained focused on your hand as he used his pointer finger to follow a spiral from the center of your palm outward.
“this will be so easy,”
“if you think it’s so easy, maybe we should add some stakes,” you suggested. you tried to sound like you had just come up with this idea, but your delivery revealed that you had thought about it much beforehand. he looked up with a cocked eyebrow, always in the mood for a challenge. “if you don’t find your name in the next three minutes, i win — in which case, i get to write my name on you too. in the same spot.”
“okay, deal,” he said softly, smiling to himself as he set a timer before looking back down at your mehndi. your heart swelled with affection as he moved his touch along your forearm to check there, grazing each square inch with his soft fingers. he met your eyes momentarily, shaking his head as if to say “not on this one.”
picking up your left hand, he repeated the process, starting from the center of your palm and working outward. he paused briefly midway through tracing your fingers but continued, biting his bottom lip to conceal a grin.
“you have a terrible poker face, jaanu,” he pretended not to hear you, so you wiggled your fingers to get his attention. “i know you found it.”
“you’re so sentimental that i knew exactly where it was going to be,” heeseung admitted, curling your left index and middle fingers forward to reveal, among the scallops of the design, ‘HEESEUNG’ written along the length of your ring finger. “but i knew you wanted to write your name on my hand.”
“oh, who’s the sentimental one now, hm?” you rolled your eyes, giving a playful push to his shoulder.
heeseung reached behind himself to reveal a mehndi cone, a proud smirk on his face, “might be me,” he handed you the cone and put his left hand in yours.
“it’s definitely you,” you leaned forward, pressing a small kiss onto the corner of his grin.
to know him is to love him, and i do | chapter one: do you not love me? like at all?
pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, kang taehyun x you
summary: you love beomgyu more than anything. you just wish he loved you, too. or you finally break up with beomgyu and move on, but as for him? maybe he's starting to realize too little too late.
genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending (?)
word count: 2.1k
notes: hi friends! ... r u mad at me? be honest (*´ｪ｀*) i'm sorry i've been gone for so long, but i've had the worst writer's block with my other story. i decided to just post this because i couldn't get the idea of toxic!beomgyu out of my head. don't worry, he will suffer. anyway, i hope you like it!! if not, please don't hurt my feelings i beg.
"i told you it was nothing. why are you freaking out?"
"she was fucking you with her eyes, beomgyu!" you exclaim in frustration.
"and that's my fault how?"
"it's not your fault, but i'm sick of you entertaining women, let alone your actual fucking ex, while i'm standing right next to you!" his ex is just another fish in the barrel, or at least that's what he says, but the thought that they were intimate together at one point still makes you feel sick. truthfully, your boyfriend is handsome, so you've spent the better part of the past 10 months warding off the women who circle him like vultures. you wouldn't mind as much as you do if he seemed at all interested in helping you do so, especially when faced with his ex that you suspect he still has feelings for, but he does not. quite the opposite, actually. it's like he thrives off of the attention and god it hurts.
"i'm not entertaining anybody. i told her i have a girlfriend now," he, well, you would say argues, but it's said so nonchalantly it doesn't warrant the term.
"a girlfriend you proceeded to ignore while she hung off of your shoulders and laughed all night! i just don't understand how you don't understand how much it hurts my feelings. i'm a human too! how would you feel if my ex, who was very clearly interested in me, hung around me right in front of you?" and it's like you're explaining empathy to a child.
"me? i wouldn't give a fuck because it's not that serious," he replies with a slightly irritated shake of his head.
it's always like this. always. you're always the one who cares more between the two of you. you were the one who asked him out in the first place. you were the one who initiated your first kiss. your first fight. hell, even your first reconciliation. you're not stupid, you know he doesn't feel quite the same way you do, but he has to feel something, right? otherwise, why would he say yes to you when he's rejected so many other women? your brain hurts trying to wrap your head around it all.
"you're missing the point! if you were me, you would—" you begin frustratedly, but you cut yourself off. "you know what? i don't even have the energy to explain this to you. i don't understand why i have to explain basic human emotion to you and i really don't understand why i have to beg and plead for you to care about how i feel!" you all but shriek.
"you don't have to do shit, just leave if you're that fucking unhappy," he spits out angrily, which is the first real emotion — besides mild annoyance — you've seen out of him this entire conversation. he gets impatient when you're like this, which usually results in you relenting, but not tonight. you're far too hurt to let go so easily.
"you're right! i am unhappy! i just — why don't you care that i'm unhappy? what can i do to make you give a fuck about me?" you have a brave face on but you can feel your eyes getting hot and your voice trembling ever so slightly.
"you could try not being so damn needy, maybe that'd help."
your eyes redden even further and your lips unintentionally twist themselves into a sour frown. you hate it when he calls you needy because you do need a lot from him, it feels like. his time. his care. his attention and affection. yet you never seem to get it.
"do you not love me? like at all?" you ask. all of the venom in your tone has been sucked out mercilessly and you sound more helpless than angry.
"do you not realize how fucking crazy you sound?" he scoffs as if he can't fathom why you'd be upset. as if he's not watching you break down in real time.
"why won't you give me a straight answer?" you question, voice softer than it was before.
he does nothing but scowl and you know beomgyu well enough to know that he's avoiding your question. that's enough of an answer as it stands, really. he doesn't care. never has. probably never will.
"then why'd you even say yes to dating me?" you truly don't understand. you thought you were different. you thought he saw something in you he didn't see in his harem of other suitors, and trust that there were many.
"i dunno. i was just bored, i guess," he answers with a shrug and your world as you know it collapses. the man you love sees you as nothing more than a way to kill time. he's picking you up right now just to toss you away when the next shiny toy presents itself. and so far, you've let him drag you around because you love him. that's how much you love him. but looking at him now, at how unbothered he is, you wonder if you've even got anything left to give.
"i really do love you," you manage to squeeze out with a bitter smile. your poor heart is on display for the naked eye to see and it seems like he really couldn't care less, but that won't stop you from asking. "does that mean anything at all to you?"
"well, i'm sorry you feel that way," he says simply, "but that's not my fucking problem."
your heart sinks to your stomach and you feel like you're going to throw up. in this moment, as you watch the love of your life dismiss you like you're a fucking dog begging for scraps of food, you feel an overwhelming sense of clarity as you realize he doesn't love you. he doesn't even like you. he probably hates you, actually. like a mental montage, every moment in which he showed you that exact sentiment plays all at once in your head.
all those times you let him choose everything from movies to dinner because the idea of a compromise was inconceivable. all of those occasions, special and otherwise, where you were supposed to go out on a date, but he'd bail without a word and you'd forgive him with no apology. when you'd offer him your share of dessert because he ate all of his and you knew he wanted more, and he'd take it without so much as a thank you. how you'd sit and listen to him tell stories about how amazing his friends were, but he'd never even ask about your day. when those same friends would jokingly call you the perfect girlfriend and you thought it was an indication of how good your relationship was, but in reality, it was a way to tease him because the thought of actually being with you was so abhorrent and ridiculous that it must be a joke. all those times you told him you loved him and he'd just smile and kiss you deeper. memories like these flood your brain with a vengeance so cruel it makes your head ache, and in a way, you realize it's ridiculous to be surprised when there was so much proof of his feelings in the first place.
"oh. okay," you say with what you hope is a soft and unbothered laugh, but comes out more as a choked one. "i guess there's nothing left to say. i'll get my shit and go."
you hesitate for a few excruciatingly awkward moments before collecting yourself enough to start gathering your things, which are scattered haphazardly around his apartment from his bedroom to his bathroom. it's like a walk of shame, almost, and you feel even shittier when he plops down on the couch with a long suffering sigh as he begins to massage the bridge of his nose. you feel so small in this moment — like a petulant child who just got done throwing an unsuccessful tantrum — and you're now soaking in the sobering aftermath and sitting with the thought that he just watched you have a meltdown like he was watching a monkey putting on a show. how much more is he going to humiliate you? enough is enough, you think, so before you can actually finish collecting all of your belongings, you're scurrying out of the apartment. before you go, you glance back at him one last time. "beomgyu?" you ask tentatively, tears clouding your eyes.
"yeah?" he replies with a sigh. this is it, you think.
"i don't want to see you ever again," you say firmly. before he can reply, if he ever intended to in the first place, you slam the door.
-
there's a lot to love about beomgyu. for one, he's handsome, which is obvious, but he has a certain allure you could never help but be drawn in by. he's always been a charming man, but even more so when he's talking to a woman he's interested in. as interested as he could be, that is. he's funny and comically pompous when he wants to be, but still somehow down to earth despite it all.
he's been described as a mood-maker, and while he grew to resent that term, you thought it was at least partially true, if only in the context of your relationship. when he's sad, you're devastated. when he's happy, you're over the fucking moon. his feelings are your whole world. or were, you guess, since all that's over now.
it wasn't all bad all the time, you think. there were times where you thought he really might reciprocate even a fraction of what you felt for him, and most of the time, that was enough. you could work with that. love looks different for everyone, you would reason. maybe he just had a funny way of showing it.
there were days where you'd laugh together and end the night lying in each other's arms while you'd cradle him like he was the most precious thing in the whole world because, to you, he really was. he was normally so boisterous when with his friends, but while he would never admit it to anyone else, he'd tell you about some of his insecurities while you gently combed your fingers through his long, silky hair. he'd speak of regrets and longing for people to take him more seriously. he'd never say it, but he wanted people to see you like you saw him. the real him. you'd let him cry while your hands cupped his cheeks and you'd shush him while he fiddled mindlessly with your hair like a child. you'd kiss his the tip of his reddened nose until he laughed instead of cried. times like those, you'd really think you were someone special to him. but now you realize you were wrong. you were just an outlet for him, and anyone willing to be an emotional dumping ground would do the trick too.
after a few weeks of moping, your sadness has begun to morph into anger and resentment. you spent nearly a year of your life trying to make an emotionally stunted man care about you, and that's not even counting the years of pining over him before you finally worked up the courage to ask him out. it was difficult to see it in the moment, but after being away from him for so long, it's crystal clear that he was honestly just an asshole who didn't really like you. nothing more, nothing less. maybe he'd find someone to change for someday, maybe he'd even work things out with his ex, but for whatever reason, you weren't her. that's just the way it goes, you guess. what really bothers you are the "what if's" of the situation. what if you were prettier, or smarter, or kinder. would he have seen you for who you really are? would he have grown to appreciate you if you had given him more to appreciate?
either way, there's no use crying over spilled milk now. you won't be going back to him any time soon and he certainly won't come crawling back to you. you'll continue to think of him less and less until your time together fades into a distant (and unpleasant) memory. you smile at the thought.
jay is so aditya kashyap coded, oh my god. from the haircut to the glasses to the mannerisms and tough exterior. i might actually start tweaking because huh
엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 500 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read skinship kissing petnames light jealousy — more
a/n. requested!
heeseung would instantly realise the sudden shift in your attitude— the way you stiffly shuffle in your spot, the way you fiddle with your fingers, gaze solely fixated on your feet; finds you really adorable, despite the scorn glued onto your face. “i’m yours, baby. yours only”, he’d say, a soft giggle falling from his lips as he bends a tad, booping you on the tip of the nose…
jay would be worried— the way at which your entire demeanour just took a one-eighty? that’s definitely not the usual; “what’s wrong, babe?” he’d ask, voice barely above a whisper as he gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear; “hmph, how about you go talk to your new partner?” he’d hear you say, a sulky pout plastered on your lips— would engulf you in tons and tons of hugs, wanting to reassure you that you’re the only one in his eyes…
jake would, initially, be flabbergasted; doesn’t exactly catch on as quickly, and simply goes with the flow, trailing behind you in slight confusion; “babe, you alright?” he’d ask, a hand gently wrapping around your wrist, stopping you from trudging away further; isn’t hesitant to lean close, a hand lightly stroking the back of your head— “baby, i love you, not anyone else. you”, he’d mutter, before pulling you close for a peck…
sunghoon would be pretty taken aback; had he expected for you to suddenly engulf him in a hug? not quite; “why’re we hugging, baby?” he’d ask, brows lightly knitted together, gaze resting on the way you snuggle closer into his embrace, face lightly smooshed against his chest. “just felt cold, that’s all— don’t let go!” he’d hear, pausing in motion, a small smile growing on his lips; would lightly ruffle the top of your head, finding you adorable…
sunoo would be so understanding; realises your change in demeanour in a split second— isn’t hesitant to concoct some excuse to distance himself from the source of your jealousy. “love, is everything okay?” he’d ask, tone soft and gentle; peppers you in a bunch of kisses afterwards, sweet affirmations falling from his lips; “no one could ever compare to you”, he’d mutter, a pretty smile plastered on his face...
jungwon would be so sweet; isn’t afraid to drop anything and everything the moment he catches sight of the discomfort in your expression— “you look upset, love.. what’s wrong?” he’d ask, a hand lightly stroking your arm in an attempt to comfort you; would reassure you— a peck. “you” a peck. “are” a peck. “my” a peck. “everything”…
riki would, initially, tease you for it; “are you… jealous?” he’d ask, a small smirk toying on the corner of his lips— he’d lean close, inadvertently towering over you with the smuggest of grins. would boop you on the tip of your nose, frowning a tad when you feign a cold response; “c’mon baby, you know you’re the only one in my eyes”, he’d say, pulling you close to his side, an arm draped over your shoulder— plants a kiss on your lips shortly after, smiling into it ever so slightly when you wrap your arms around his build, snuggling closer to his embrace…
a/n: hey! i've been mia for months, sorry...things have been hectic. but i'm trying to get back into writing! fyi yeonjun's is heavily inspired by "let's go picnic" by george!
genre: fluff
pairing : txt x f!reader
warnings : none!
soobin ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
you were both set to go for a day trip to the beach tomorrow, and he knew this would be the perfect way to end the day together
he spent the day preparing foods that were easy to transport to the beach: gimbap, cut fruit, small sandwiches
he arranged the food neatly into boxes and packed it into a cooler the next morning without you knowing
after a long day of swimming, playing in the sand, and enjoying the warmth, the two of you went to wash up
as you showered, soobin set up the blanket with the food and some flowers he had bought
"y/n, are you done?" he asked, peeking into the room you two had rented for the day
"yup! let's go find a dinner place." you replied, walking out of the room and back onto the beach
you gasped at the spread in front of you, the evening sun setting in an array of colors behind it
"soob, what's all this?"
"just for you," he responded, holding onto your hand as you made your way to the blanket for dinner
yeonjun ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
yeonjun was packing up after practice, sighing in exhaustion
he hadn't seen you in so long; he really missed you
he slipped his headphones on as he left, a song beginning to play
let's go picnic, with a girlfriend the lyrics sang to him
it was as if a light bulb went off
he rushed out of the practice room and made his way to the nearest market, picking up precut strawberries and clementines, sandwiches, some soda, and of course, a small cake
groceries secured, he called you from the car, making sure you were at home
he reached your house and rang your doorbell, immediately engulfing you in a tight hug when you answered the door
"what are you doing here, jun?"
"thought we could have a nighttime picnic in your backyard," he responded, pulling away from the hug and showing you the bag
you spent the rest of the night curled up in blankets, eating your snacks, and watching the stars with the love of your life
beomgyu ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
it was finals season, and you had been busy with work and school for weeks
every night, you'd come home exhausted, and beomgyu felt bad asking you to go out on a date after you were so tired
you had sent him a tiktok a few days ago of a couple out on a date for a picnic, and he decided that even if you both couldn't go to the beach or lake, you'd have a picnic regardless
he spent the day preparing food: chocolate covered strawberries, your favorite sandwiches, and even some homemade brownies
about 30 mins before you got home, the sun was already setting...and it was raining (gyu forgot to check the forecast..)
but nevertheless! he persisted, and set up a blanket and cushions on the (covered) porch along with candles and the food
the moment you got home, he rushed you to change into your comfortable clothes, telling you to wear something warm
he brought you to the misty backyard porch, and you were overwhelmed with love at the effort he had put into the picnic
you both settled down, enjoying the food and the sound of the rain, cuddling together as you kissed his cheek every five minutes out of gratitude
"thank you, gyu"
"what's to thank me for? if my girl wants a picnic date, she's getting one"
taehyun ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
saw some couple on a picnic while driving by, and knew he had to do it with you
(he actually has a note on his phone of date ideas to do with you)
would prepare for days for the picnic, making sure he has all of your favorite foods and snacks ready
makes more food than needed, and even bakes a small cake for the two of you
neatly organizes everything in a cute basket
comes prepared with a waterproof picnic blanket, sweatshirts, and tons of napkins
luckily, the day of the date is warm and sunny! you both spend the afternoon by a river, soaking in the sun and each other's company
the date is full of giggles and reminiscing on memories while wrapped up in taehyun's strong arms
as you watch the sunset before packing up, he leaves a peck on your head and whispers a sweet, "i love you"
hueningkai ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
so excited when he sees the date idea on social media!
goes all out and makes strawberry sandwiches, onigiri with little penguin faces on them, apples cut to look like rabbits, etc...
packs everything in bento boxes and grabs a picnic blanket before impulsively going to your house, texting you a short, "come outside"
you're surprised to see him, bags in hand, as you leave your home
"kai, what are you doing?"
"taking you on the cutest date"
the two of you walk over to a park nearby your home and settle down near a small pond, enjoying the food and throwing breadcrumbs to the geese
kai looks at you, adoration in his eyes and makes sure to take some photos of you feeding the birds to save for himself
you both talk about anything and everything, and pack up a few hours later, heading back home, hand in hand
enhypen when you have a nightmare that they forget who you are
a/n: i'm (kinda) back...sorry i was mia life has been hectic... also i think i'm shit at writing comfort stuff so pls tell me if this is good 🙏 i love validation !
heeseung ❀
"y/n? y/n, wake up," you felt heeseung gently shaking your shoulder as your eyes opened, heart racing and breathing heavy. you looked up at him for a second, his eyes wide with concern before immediately wrapping your arms around his neck.
he sighed lightly before hugging you back, rubbing his hands up down your back. "bad dream?"
you nodded against his shoulder.
"wanna talk about it?"
you didn't say anything for a minute, just trying to calm your heart down, but all you could think about was the nightmare and the image of your boyfriend unable to recognize you.
"i had a dream that you didn't know who i was. like you forgot me completely." you said quietly.
"baby," heesung pulled away from the hug to look at your eyes. "how could i forget a person like you? or such a pretty face like yours, hmm?" he smiled.
you exhaled, his attempt at lightening the situation putting your heart at ease. heeseung pulled you closer to him as you both lay back down, and gave you a quick peck to your forehead before you both drifted off again.
jay ❀
you jolted awake in bed, heartbeat fast and a strangled cry leaving your lips as your mind tried to process what had just happened in your dream.
"y/n? are you okay?" you heard jay sleepily mumble beside you. he had heard your cry and opened his eyes to see you sitting up with your chest heaving. he sat up and hugged you from behind, kissing the top of your head a few times to calm you down.
"what's wrong, baby? had a nightmare?" he asked while pulling you closer to him so that you were practically in his lap. you hummed quietly, remembering the dream and how you had tapped jay's shoulder from behind only for him to turn around and give you a confused and unwelcoming expression.
"i dreamt that you forgot about me. that you didn't know who i was."
jay pouted at hearing this, unable to imagine a world without you. he gently turned your face towards him and brushed your hair out of your face, kissing your cheek softly.
"impossible," he whispered. "if i forgot you, i'm sure i would have forgotten who i was, too. you're my everything."
you smiled a little at jay's words, returning the kiss on his lips before you both laid down and fell asleep, your boyfriend's arms wrapped around you.
jake ❀
"y/n, wake up darling," jake gently shook your shoulder upon hearing you muttering his name in your sleep, a thin layer of sweat gathering on your forehead.
your eyes opened abruptly as you awoke and sat up while saying his name. your boyfriend looked at you worriedly as you tried to calm yourself down.
he gently pulled you into a hug and kissed your temple as you held onto his shirt tightly. "bad dream, hm?"
"yeah," you whispered, closing your eyes tightly as the sound of your boyfriend in your dream asking 'who are you?' repeated like a backtrack in your mind. you felt your eyes start to tear up as you laid your head on his shoulder.
jake only realized you were crying when he felt his t-shirt suddenly wet and pulled away from the hug, immediately wiping your tears away as you quietly sobbed.
"what happened, baby?" he asked, voice laced with concern. "did i do something in your dream?"
you wiped away the rest of your tears, composing yourself the best you could before speaking. "i dreamed that you didn't know who i was and i got so worried."
jake pulled you back into the hug, stroking your hair gently. "aw, darling. how could i forget you? you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
he continued to whisper words of love to you as your tears stopped completely and soon enough, you were asleep in his arms.
sunghoon ❀
"sunghoon? hoon, can you wake up for a sec?" you quietly asked your asleep boyfriend, tapping his shoulder. your heart felt like it would pop out of your chest, and you really needed your boyfriend right now.
you tapped him a few more times before he drowsily blinked his eyes open and asked, "y/n? what's wrong?"
you sighed in relief at hearing your name fall from his lips. "sorry for waking you, i, uh, had a dream that you forgot who i was, so i wanted to see you."
sunghoon hummed lightly in concern at your response, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. he fixed some of your hair softly and kissed your forehead.
"don't let these things bother you, darling. i could never forget you even if i tried," he said, looking straight into your eyes, his clearly full of love.
"a nightmare is just something in your head; i'm here in reality, and i remember you, don't i? your name is y/n, right?" he joked.
you laughed softly at his humor and snuggled closer to him, responding with a quick, "it is." you let him stroke your hair as you both drifted to sleep, nightmare long forgotten.
sunoo ❀
feeling uneasy, you opened your eyes from sleep, heart beating fast and breathing uneven. sunoo was beside you, his arm draped over you as he softly played with your hair.
"hi, sweetheart," he gave you a gentle smile. "you feeling okay? i heard you making some noises."
the memories of the dream came flooding back into your mind as sunoo stroked your back gently, tears welling in your eyes.
"hey, it's okay, everything's okay," he cooed, bringing you closer to him. "why are you crying, hm? had a bad dream?"
you sighed, wiping the tears away. "yeah, bad dream. you didn't remember who i was, but i don't want to talk about it right now."
"y/n~ i could never forget you, okay? i love you wayyy too much for that."
you chuckled lightly at his words. "can we stay like this for a bit?"
"for as long as you want, darling."
sunoo's arm was wrapped around you as you snuggled into him, his presence enough to comfort you.
jungwon ❀
"jungwon?" you called out, voice shaking as your eyes adjusted to the dark, your rapid heartbeat making you feel anxious.
"y/n, you're up," jungwon replied in relief. he was sitting up, a cup of water in his hands. "have this."
you sat up slowly, hands shaking as you reached for the glass. jungwon smiled softly, bringing the glass to your lips and having you drink some water as he held the cup instead.
"thank you," you responded softly.
he placed the glass on the table before turning to you and moving your legs into his lap. "you had a nightmare?" he gently began moving his hands up and down your legs, gently pressing and massaging them.
"mhm," you said quietly, watching his hands move. "how did you know?"
he smiled. "you were sleep talking and your legs were twitching so much you almost kicked me... you wanna talk about the dream?"
you remembered the nightmare, the thought of your lovely boyfriend not recognizing you stressing you out.
"there wasn't too much to it, you didn't remember me in the dream and i think i just got really scared."
he reached over and left a long kiss on your forehead. "nothing could make me forget you, hm? don't worry about something like that." he shifted the position you were in so that you were both laying down beside each other.
"sorry for almost kicking you..."
ni-ki ❀
you jumped in bed, a shout of your boyfriend's name leaving your lips as you gasped for air.
niki woke from the sound, turning the side table's lamp on to get a better look at you. "y/n, are you okay?" he asked softly, seeing how frightened you looked.
you turned to look at him, face flushed. you gulped before responding, "y-yeah, i just had a bad dream, it's nothing." you waved your hand, dismissing the matter before laying back down.
niki laid beside you, grabbing your trembling hands and planting a kiss on the back of each one. "talk to me, y/n, what happened?" he asked, interlocking your fingers with his.
you inhaled shakily, hands relaxing in his warm palms. "i had a nightmare that you couldn't remember me. like, you turned around and looked so confused and annoyed at who i was and i just, i got really nervous and i-"
your boyfriend finished your thought with a kiss to your lips and a small smile. "forget you? annoyed with you? baby, where do you get these thoughts in your head from, hm? you're my favorite person."
you let out a breath at his sweet words, relieved to have such a kind boyfriend. niki wrapped his arm around you, followed by his leg, practically trapping you.
"you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
ok so i have a request if you can write something for riki 😋
i have this like randommmm prompt in my head “can we js forget about it?” “you mean forget about when we kisse-“”STOP”.
like an e2l 🫣 if u can write it omg its totally okay if u cant!!
mua ily 💗
SUMMARY ! how is niki supposed to focus on biology when his shy tutor is so irresistible and fun to tease?
PAIRING ! jock!niki x tutor!gn!reader
WC ! 800
WARNINGS ! smooching in the library smh
a/n: lilly baby !! this prompt is so cute omg thank u for the req <3 i hope u enjoy and ilyt :D
3:39PM — being assigned to tutor the star player on your school’s basketball team — aka the biggest slacker of them all, nishimura riki — was probably the biggest obstacle you’d face during the entirety of your high school career.
you didn’t think he was unintelligible beyond saving — no, niki was rather quick with catching onto things when he actually tried. the real problem was that he preferred to stare at your pretty face (his words, not yours) all period then listen to the mumbo jumbo of you explaining the human body’s skeletal system to him, which turned out to be a detrimental issue during your sessions.
there you both sat; legs crossed and eyes focused as you point around different parts of the skeleton in your textbook while niki rested on his elbow, staring holes into the side of your face with a tiny smirk. every once in a while you pause and look up to ensure he’s listening, which he seemed to be doing okay at to your surprise.
“and right below the patella, we have the..?” you look up at niki with a questioning gaze, waiting for him to continue your sentence and demonstrate his listening.
the boy blinks, following your finger that’s pressed on the page, tapping the answer for him blatantly. then, he smiles, biting his lip mischievously. “mm.. if you recreate what we did at our last session, i’ll say it.”
you don’t need to pause and think to remember exactly what he’s referring to. gulping slightly, you glance off to the bookshelves nearby. “look, can we just forget about that?”
“what?” his expression grows brighter, enjoying your shy reactions to the fullest, “forget about when we kissed?”
“niki, stop talking so loud-“
“why? does it make you nervous?” you don’t reply, turning away only for him to lean over the desk to see you better. “ay,” he snickers, “what’s that on your face, y/n? are you blushing for me?” he giggles proudly, reaching over to push some hair behind your ear, successfully revealing more of the apple color painting your cheeks.
the only reason you’d agreed to the whole mess that ocurred last week was because niki promised to study for his upcoming test in return, which he did. in fact — he passed with flying colors, and it only encouraged you more to help him one way or another. the potential he held was begging for assistance, and if a kiss was the cost of that, it was a price you were willing to pay.
and maybe, just maybe because deep down, you’ve been wanting to kiss him as well. niki didn’t need to know that, though.
“shut up, that was for the sake of your grades, and grades alone,” you insist sternly. “now answer my question, what’s below the catella?”
“c’mon, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it too.” annoyingly, the jock dodges your inquiry, much too intrigued with the new conversation at hand.
“yeah well i- i didn’t.” shit, did you have to stutter now of all times?
before you could process anything, niki gently grabs your jaw, angling it back towards him softly. he waits for any signs of protest while staring down at you, curly black bangs covering parts of his sharp eyes, challenge burning in them at your previous denial. when you don’t push him away, he grins cheekily before bending down to meet your lips.
the kiss was soft and quick, but the plushness and confidence in his movements still made your head dizzy even as he pulled back and surveyed your dazed features, all while licking his lips again to taste the remnants of your own.
“how about that one?” he demands.
it takes you a moment to come back to earth, shaking your head dumbly as you realize he’s asking you to rate his kissing skills. “i- it was alright..”
his tongue clicks in offense, scooting closer to you with a damaged ego and flaring determination. “never would’ve thought my little tutor would be so hard to please.” as you open your mouth to protest, niki’s lips are back on yours, and this time he’s holding the back of your neck to deepen the contact as his other hand reaches over to slam your textbook shut, making you flinch slightly in his hold. “fuck bio,” he murmurs against your lips, “i can’t let you bruise my pride like that and get away with it.”
you gulp, glancing at the library clock only to have your eyes widen in horror. shit. your session with niki ended three minutes ago, and pretty much all you’ve done is make out.
yet.. you can’t find it in you to complain when the pretty boy leans back down for more.
the back of the chair dug into your back vigorously as you’ve been sitting for the past eight hours studying. the light was becoming far too bright and your eyes were shutting on their own, restless.
you weren’t sure when jay was going to get home, the clock read ten and it was far too late for him to be out.
still, you sat at the dining table waiting for him. you occupied yourself with your work but that soon diminished as the late hours of the night bellowed in.
letting your head rest on the table, you slowly drifted off feeling your eyes get heavier.
on the other hand, jay was walking through the front door with a fresh bouquet and chocolates, a giant grin on his face. it was valentines day and he wanted to surprise you.
quietly stepping into the house he looked around for you, only to you find you at the table — sleeping.
his smile slightly dimmed but he shuffled closer seeing your laptop and scattered papers around. he chuckled lightly knowing you spent the day working diligently.
setting the chocolates and bouquet on the counter, he moved over running his hand through your hair, slipping a piece behind your ear.
“i’m home.” he whispered before sitting beside you. he too laid his head on the table holding your hand.
as his eyes traced your features, he felt the pull of slumber. jay yawned letting his eyes shut for the night.
despite not having a spectacular or eventful valentines day, he didn’t mind what you both did, as long as you were together by the evening.
when your teacher told your class that your final project of the semester would be done in pairs, you could tell there was not one person who was pleased. with some of your other teachers it would have been fine, since they always let you pick your partners, but you knew you’d have no such luck this time around.
you walked home from school with your friend, listing off name after name of people you’d had nightmare experiences working with in the past, ending up at the conclusion that the next two weeks of preparation would almost definitely be a nightmare.
you would be told who you were paired with in class the next day, and you were just crossing your fingers that it wouldn’t be.. well anybody really. the best case scenario was that it was just somebody totally incompetent who left you to get it all done yourself, not bother you with changing the slide colours or editing your writing in real time, lurking in the google doc everytime you were close to finishing something.
you got to class and wished your friend good luck with their partner, which they returned, before heading over to their seat on the other side of the room. your teacher was late, as usual, but came with the announcement that your partners would not be from your own class, but one of the other classes in your grade.
you sent a puzzled look to your friend, who looked back at you, pleading expression on their face as they willed fate to treat them well. you were given the names of your partners and a topic to base your presentation around, being told to come back to the same classroom at the end of the day so that you could organise when to get your work done.
you scanned down the list once it got passed round to where you were sat. you were paired with someone called hwang hyunjin, who you had never knowingly met, but thought you might as well ask around about. nobody at any of the neighbouring desks knew much about him, but they said they had seen him around, that he was always hanging out with the same group of guys and that he seemed pretty cool from what they could tell.
you were already feeling kinda awkward sitting at a random desk after school, waiting for hyunjin to show up. most people were already talking to their partners and checking their timetables to see when they could get to work, but there you were, looking at the clock in the hopes that you wouldn’t have to be here too long.
the other class’s teacher walked passed you, smiling as she asked who you were supposed to be waiting for. she chuckled when you told her, and gently pointed to the boy sitting alone at the desk next to yours, checking the time on his phone.
you waited for him to look up, catching him by surprise when he did. you introduced yourself quickly, not wanting him to spend too long thinking you had been staring at him just because, and he promptly did the same, complimenting your shoes once he was done.
he scooted his chair over so that he could show you the sheet of paper you had seen him scribbling on while he was waiting. you were both impressed and pleased to see that he had an almost complete plan somewhat frantically mapped out on the single sheet of a4.
‘i wasn’t sure if you were gonna be one of those people who just leaves all the work to their partner,’ he said as your eyes scanned the sheet, awkwardly chuckling and adding, ‘but we definitely don’t have to go with this, i don’t wanna like, take over the whole thing.’
you assured him that you had no problem with his plans, adding a couple of extra ideas as you talked it through with him. you were both fully hunched over the table making your notes, barely managing to avoid hitting your heads together as you focused. it was only when you sat up to stretch your back out that you realised that everybody who had been there to meet their pair had left.
you nudged hyunjin, wondering if he had realised how much time had passed. he hadn’t, or at least that’s what you assumed from his reaction.
‘shit, i said i’d meet my friends at 4:30, they’re gonna kill me, i’m so sorry.’
he immediately started shoving stuff into his bag, writing a couple more things down before he slid the sheets between his folders.
‘it was great meeting you though,’ he began, already halfway out the door, ‘we got this, we’re gonna nail it, i’ll see you soon.’
he left so quickly that you only realised that you had absolutely no way of getting in touch with him until he had disappeared around a corner. you went back to the desk and slumped into your chair, hoping it wouldn’t set you back too much.
to be fair, you had already done most of your work, and basically all that was left was to actually put the slides together. you started arranging your papers and putting them into your bag when a little yellow post-it note fluttered to the floor next to your desk.
it had to be his number scrawled on the bottom of the note, but the handwriting was so rushed that you couldn’t make out what it said until you held it right up to your face.
we should meet up again sometime, i won’t be able to see your awesome shoes over a google doc ;) (sooner the better pls)
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