❤︎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he will always gladly wipe your falling tears.
( takayama riki x gn!r ) ─── ᛫ lowk tooth-rotting fluff, comfort fic, mentions of crying, idolxfan relationship, brief kisses 𓋰 word count. 1270 ( masterlist )
( a/n ) im sooo sorry if this sucks waaa ive had this sat in my docs for like a month now n had been too scared to post it ,, i wrote it when i was rly sad so its prob not my best work .. either way ! i hope some of u enjoy it n it brings u some comfort ♡
it had been two years since you started dating taki. you remember the first time you met him.
the fansign hall buzzed with excitement, but the moment your name was called and you stepped up to taki’s section, the world narrowed to just the two of you.
he looked even more breathtaking up close—sharp jawline softened by that bright smile, light brown hair falling slightly over his forehead, the stage lights catching in his eyes like stars. you sat down across from him, heart hammering so hard you were sure he could hear it.
“hi…” your voice already cracked.
you swallowed hard, clutching the album like a lifeline. five years of supporting him—from his pre-debut days through every grueling i-land episode, every teaser, every late-night live where he looked exhausted but still laughed for fans—had led to this. and now he was here, debuting, shining, real.
“i… i just wanted to say thank you,” you whispered, eyes already stinging. “you don’t know how much you mean to me. when i watched you debut, i cried for hours. you worked so hard… i’m so, so happy you made it. you deserve the whole world, taki.”
your voice broke completely on his name. tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them. but you still tried, hand reaching up to wipe them away as they continued to fall.
“god—this is embarrassing.”you laughed wetly, mortified.
taki’s smile faded into something softer, gentler. his eyes stayed on you, warm and steady, like he was seeing straight through the embarrassment and into the years of quiet support you’d given him.
he reached forward slowly. at first it was the usual fansign hand touch—his fingers resting lightly over yours on the table. then he adjusted, sliding his palm fully against yours and lacing your fingers together. his grip was warm, firm, and impossibly gentle, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a slow, soothing motion.
his grip was warm, firm, and impossibly gentle, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a slow, soothing motion.
his other hand moved almost on instinct. his thumb reached up to brush a stray tear away from your cheek, careful and tender, lingering just a second longer than necessary. the light touch sent your heart into overdrive.
“don’t cry,” he whispered, voice so soft it barely carried over the noise of the hall. “you’ll make me want to cry too.”
you let out a shaky breath, more tears slipping free despite his words. his thumb followed another tear, gently wiping it away as his interlocked fingers gave yours a reassuring squeeze.
“i’m sorry,” you managed, voice trembling. “i’m just… really happy. five years feels like forever, and now you’re here, right in front of me…”
taki’s gaze never wavered. “then i’m happy you’re here too. thank you for waiting for me.” he gave your hand one last gentle squeeze before the staff signaled it was time to move on. reluctantly, he let go, but not before quickly signing your album and sliding it back to you with a small, secret smile.
later, when you finally opened it in your seat, your heart stuttered all over again.
under his signature, he’d written in neat handwriting:
thank you for every tear and every cheer. don’t cry alone anymore. i’ll wipe them all from now on ♡ — taki
soft morning light filtered into taki’s dorm room as you lay tangled together on his bed, his chest pressed against your back. his arm was wrapped around your waist, fingers absently tracing patterns on your skin. you could feel his steady breathing against your neck.
“you know,” he murmured sleepily, lips brushing your ear, “i still think about that fansign sometimes.”
you turned in his arms to face him, letting out a small breathless laugh. “the one where i was a complete crying mess?”
taki chuckled, eyes still half-closed but sparkling with affection. he lifted his hand to cup your cheek, thumb gently brushing under your eye like he had back then—just in case any tears appeared.
“yeah. when i wiped your tears… i think that’s when i really noticed you. not just as a fan, but as someone who cared that much.” he leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead.
you buried your face in his chest, embarrassed but warm all over. “you’re never letting me live that down, are you?”
“never,” he teased, but his voice was full of love. he tilted your chin up so he could look at you properly. “because that day led to this.”
his fingers found yours again, lacing them together and bringing your joined hands between your chests. he kissed your knuckles, the same gentle way he’d comforted you at the fansign.
“no more embarrassing tears alone,” he whispered against your skin. “i’ve got you now. always.”
you felt the familiar sting in your eyes, but this time they were only happy ones. taki noticed immediately and kissed the corner of your eye, catching the tear before it could fall.
“see?” he smiled softly. “i told you i’d wipe them all.”
you pulled him closer, kissing him deeply, hearts beating in sync after two beautiful years together.
“sometimes i can’t believe this is my reality. who gets to date their bias?”
“you used to say you were so unlucky,” he said voice low and fond “but i think your luck just hadn’t caught up to you yet.”
you sighed, “i only got lucky a handful of times and it always seemed to be with you. winning the fansign, then after that winning two fancalls. then somehow bumping into you. god, maybe—“
taki finished the sentence for you, voice low and fond as he brushed his nose against yours.
“—it was fate all along.”
you rolled your eyes softly, “i was gonna say that you used up all my luck before i even knew i had it, mr. romantic.”
taki let out a soft, delighted laugh, the sound warm and sleepy as it rumbled through his chest. he brushed his nose against yours again, slower this time, like he was savoring the closeness.
“ya—mr. romantic?” he teased, voice low and fond.
“says the one who cried happy tears the second they saw me at the fansign and then proceeded to make me fall completely in love with them over the next two years. if anything i think you were planning this all along, mrs. romantic. making me fall for you soooo cruel—!”
he dragged out the word dramatically, but his eyes were sparkling and his bright smile remained shiny as he rolled onto his back—dragging your body along with him.
“you really did though,” he whispered after a moment, the teasing fading into something quieter and more sincere.
“you made me fall so hard. those happy tears at the fansign, the way you always looked at me like i was worth every single year you waited… i was gone for you before i even knew your name. and now look at us. two years later and i still get to hold you like this every morning.”
you smiled, eyes shining as shifted up to press your forehead to his—hands pressed to his warm chest.
“i think i’m okay with using all my lucky then—especially if it means i get to have you,” you whispered.
𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲ㅤ © ㅤ ( 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 — 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗔𝗜. ㅤ ❤︎ㅤ 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 . )
