summary | in which you are desperately in need of male models for a runway, your friends come to the rescue, only for them to choose the WORST options possible
themes | enemies to lovers, love triangle, fashion au
CW | cussing, suggestive jokes, idk what else
a/n: i’m gonna try to make longer chapters but i made so many fillers my bad guys 😖
pairings_ . husband!riki x wife!reader
synopsis_ . riki ignores you after an argument only to wake up to you having a high fever.
cw_ . sfw・fluff・riki taking care of you (after ignoring you..)・i guess silent treatment?・sunoo mentioned once・not proofread, lowercase intended・riki takes off your clothes but it's respectful dw
word count_ . ~2.2k
🗯️ rin's note - had this scenario in my head last night as i was falling asleep heh.. also do you prefer fanfics in past tense or present tense... can't pick one but i feel like past tense is easier to write but i keep on writing in present tense TT help a girlie out by replying 😥 also riki is so husband coded in those pics
you and riki have always had good sense of communication even when you don't agree with each other's opinions but you've always settled on the middle ground. however... your ego drove high a few nights ago and you accidentally hurt riki with your words.
"honey, i know you don't want to be at my cousin's wedding but please, they want you to be there." riki pleads with you.
"yeah? and you also know that she hates me. that woman tried to sabotage our wedding riki!"
you remind him of when his cousin tried to push a kid to walk infront of you as you were walking down the aisle. her plan didn't succeed though because your kind friend, sunoo, pulled her back.
"i know that but everyone expects us to be there because we're her family, y/n..."
"oh yeah? does 'family' also try to ruin the best day of your life that you worked so hard for?"
"face it, riki. you don't care about me. not my feelings nor what makes me feel uncomfortable. honestly, do you even love me still?"
your words leave him with stab wounds to his heart. he never meant to make you uncomfortable but questioning his love for you? even after all this time?
you don't realise how much your words had hurt him until he goes awfully silent. you look into his eyes, wondering if you had said something wrong as you try to remember your earlier words.
"riki..?" you call out to him, almost whispering as if a decibel louder would break him.
riki looks away, raking his fingers through his hair as he tries to makes sense of his feelings.
the day started fine, just as usual. when he got the invitation text, he did think you would get upset but would still agree to go since it is his cousin's wedding.
he never expected you to be willingly happy to go but he also didn't expect you to go as far as question his love for you.
for the past 3 years of being married, sure, you had asked him whether he truly loved you but it was either out of sudden insecurity or just you wanting reassurance. never once did you say that because of a fight.
"okay." riki breathes. "i understand." he replies.
before you could ask him what was wrong, he's already turning his heel to walk to your bedroom.
you're honestly still fuming. maybe it's hormones, maybe it's your period coming or maybe you just hated that woman so much that it brought you to a fight with the love of your life.
thinking back, it was stupid but your ego still wouldn't die down. so you played along, not speaking to him unless it was absolutely necessary.
by day 3, you grew bored.
the amount of free time you have only fueled your brain to overthink. usually, this time is specifically spent with riki. maybe a date with him outside or just a simple candlelight dinner planned by him.
but this time, for the past 3 days, riki has been going straight to bed after dinner. not even sleeping yet, he's just.... there.
you would hang out in the living room till 12 am as he stayed in bed but maybe since time has healed your ego, you decide to lay in bed early with him.
you follow your usual night routine. flossing, showering, drying your hair, putting on your skincare. you climb in bed right after, the mattress dipping behind riki as he lays on his side, back facing you.
you thought of going to sleep right then but the heavy silence opens up your heart to whip out an apology.
you face riki, tapping his shoulder slightly.
"babe" you call out to him.
"riki" you repeat, shaking his shoulder gently.
"riki, i know you're not asleep yet. look at me,"
silence.
"... i'm sorry, riki."
silence.
you inhale deep.
"i know i said things i shouldn't and wouldn't back down because of my ego..."
silence.
"i know that now so please, look at me. i'm really sorry, baby..."
silence.
in truth, riki stares ahead, fighting the urge to just turn and hug you right then and there. but he thought, no, he wants to let you feel the heaviness of your words but with silence.
you sigh, feeling guilty more than ever before in your life. had you just ruined your perfectly fine relationship because of something as tiny as going to his cousin's wedding?
you slowly turn, your backs facing each other's. what are you going to do?
----- riki 𐙚
riki's eyes flutter open.
the glowing radiance of the sun casting shadows behind him, illuminating his face.
he sits up and glances at the bedside clock. 9:46 am. thank god it's the weekend. he yawns quietly as he combs his bed hair with his slender fingers.
his hand stops its motion when he hears faint breathing sounds. it sounded way too loud and way too fast for it to be normal.
he immediately turns his body 180° to check up on you.
riki's eyes immediately widen at the sight of your hunched body panting fast and sweating buckets.
"y/n?" he calls out, touching your shoulder.
"y/n, baby?" he repeats.
you hum out a response but it sounds more like a pained whimper rather than whatever he was expecting.
his palm reaches for your wet forehead and his heart drops at the heat.
you're burning. burning!
he immediately gets up from the mattress, stumbling a little from the sudden weight of his body on his feet, pulling the handle of the medicine cabinet, he reaches out for the thermometer at the back.
he's already by your side of the bed in a flash, tapping your shoulder gently.
the thermometer beeps. 39.5°C. holy.
that's when thought come flooding his brain.
were you already feeling sick when you apologised to him yesterday?
if he hadn't ignored you, could he have prevented this?
why did he even ignore you in the first place?
how long have you been feeling under the weather?
and he ignored you??
guilt consumes him but he knows better than to regret it because now, his top priority is to take care of you.
your eyes open slowly, adjusting it's sight to look at riki's face.
"riki..."
"yes, baby?" riki's irises look into your half lidded eyes.
"i don't feel so good..." your voice cracks.
"yes, yes, i know. let's get you cleaned up, yeah? and then eat something and take some medicine, okay?"
you don't respond. too tired to force a sound.
riki pushes away your blanket to the side and scooped you in his arms. the heat of your body transfers to riki's arms and he inhales deeply. he hates this. he hates seeing you sick. it was fortunate that you rarely get seriously sick but now...?
the door to the bathroom swings open with his leg pushing it. he sets you down on the stone counter, making you shiver at its coolness under your thighs.
"hold on, i'll adjust the water temperature for you."
water falls on his palm and through the gaps of his fingers when he turns it on.
too cold.
he adjusts it for it to be lukewarm and only when he's sure it's good enough, he comes back to you to carry you inside the shower.
the shower is big enough for two people to stay under the flowing water but there was no way you could stand up straight on your own as he washes you.
the built-in seat in the wall catches his eyes. how fortunate he is to have bought a house with a bathroom like this.
you steady youself by holding his shoulders as he sets you down on the cool tiles.
he sheds your clothes off one by one, asking you to lift up your arms and hips to remover everything fully. your breaths quiver and he notices.
"just a moment okay? i'll wrap you up super warmly after this," he comforts you.
"mhn.." you manage to respond as your lips tremble.
he brings the mini detachable shower head to you body starting from your legs and slowly move upward to the scalp of your head.
after he cleaned you with gentle fragrance soap and rinses you, he asks you to wait so you don't have to go out of the confines of the now warm shower just to dry youself.
riki comes back with a thick towel and wipes you down.
after putting o clothes, he carries you to your vanity, setting you down on the stool. he lets you lean back against his body as he dries the front parts of your hair.
you look up at him with heavy eyes and pouty lips (though you never meant to look pouty).
"i'm sorry, riki"
"shh... it's fine. reserve your energy, baby,"
and you do, you relax your body, letting him do all the work as you close your eyes.
-----
you sit on the kitchen stool, putting down your head on the kitchen island as you hear riki in the background, cooking something simple and easy to digest food.
you had once told him that 'porridge for sick people is boring' so he tries his best to unlock his inner chef to make you chicken noodle soup with whatever's left in the pantry. (apparently whilst following a youtube video)
even though sometimes you can hear the same exact part of the video he's following repeat, you know the soup is gonna turn out amazing. not that you have any choice in refusing anyways.
the smell of the chicken soup fills the kitchen, making you lift up your head.
"maybe you can cook for us from now on" you say weakly.
"what was that, pretty?" he turns around to look at you.
"i said you can cook from now on"
riki chuckles.
"you'd have to taste it first before making decisions, baby"
you smile at him warmly, already feeling better even though your body is still burning at 39°C.
riki sits down across from you after setting down a steaming bowl infront of you. you bring your face closer to it to smell the homemade food that has riki's love mixed in it.
"looks good, huh?" he grins at you.
"let me feed you,"
"i'm not a kid, riki..."
"yeah well i did just bathe you, clothe you, cook for you, and now i can't even feed you?" he raises one of his brows to get his point across.
"... just the first few bites" you relented.
"i'll take that." he smiles, taking the chance before you could take it back.
riki picks up the spoon and scoops a small mouthfull of the food for you, gently blowing it before you eat it.
"om mo god" you speak with you mouth full.
"swallow it first, love,"
you listen to him and swallow it fast.
"it actually tastes good—?" you exclaim.
"you didn't actually believe i could do it, did you? hm? tried to butter me up?"
you giggle quietly.
"i mean do you even remember that one time you tried to make bunggeoppang? you spilled the batter everywhere—!"
"well i'm glad you're feeling good enough to insult my ability to cook" he nods sarcastically.
you snatch the spoon in his hand, pulling the bowl towards yourself.
"that's it, taking back your privilege to feed me"
"okay okay i'm sorry" he chuckles, trying to snatch the spoon back from you.
you grow silent for a moment and riki catches it.
"y/n? i'm sorry, did i say something wrong?"
"i should be saying that..."
"what? why?" riki asks dumbfounded.
"you know why... i said some hurtful things to you that night didn't i? i.. i really didn't mean it..." you look down.
riki grabs your hand and rubs it with his thumb in soothing, reassuring motion.
"y/n, i've long since forgiven you for that,"
"it was.. my own stubbornness that made me ignore you even when you called out to me last night." riki continues.
"truth is, i wanted to turn and hug you and kiss you and hold you in my arms because i can't bear being apart and not talking to you for even a second longer."
"i'm the one who should be apologising to you, my love," he says with a bittersweet smile.
"i'm sorry, y/n, my sweatheart..."
you immediately catches his other hand, squeezing it tight.
"okay... okay. i'm really sorry too for refusing to go to your cousin's wedding... i'll tag along okay?"
riki's eyes squinted as he smiles genuinely now.
"we... no longer have to actually"
"wait what?" you tilt your head in confusion.
"i texted her saying we can't attend cause apparently we have a 'vacation week in maldives' the week of her wedding..."
"riki!"
"should i not have done that?" he pursed his lips anxiously.
"well—what would i do if she asks me why there's no pictures of this 'vacation in maldives'?!"
"oh no no, i totally booked us a flight, accomodation and everything. i even sent her a full fake itinerary to make her believe it" he drops it casually.
"you what?!" your jaw drops to the ground.
"yeah... surprise?"
holy dang riki sure knows how to make it up to you...
🗯️ rin's note - i haven't gotten gotten a fever for like... 4 years now so im sorry if the description isn't accurate! i'm already a slow writer, i cant be bothered to reseach deep about fevers 😶🌫️
Another gruelling day at work as a tattoo artist. You know, usually people think it's all fun and sunshine having a creative job but its really not. Not when everyone who comes here asks for some shitty minimalistic crap thats been trending somehow on tiktok. Listen, I have no beef with a cute snoopy design but honestly, get creative.
I pour myself a piping hot cup of caffiene coffee to get me through the shift although it just started. I touch up my curls and run my fingers through my hair just above my scalp and shake it. Not because i have dandruff or something, it's just for a little more volume on the top you know, incase a hot bombshell walks in all of a sudden who looks like a Singles Inferno runaway.
The others are working in the back, sweeping up the floors to add a bit of pretty to the shop. Humming, I switch the sign on the door to 'OPEN', it was of a sage green with little details on the corner to keep up the edgy as a tattoo parlour.
The late night yesterday was already taking a toll on me, slumping onto my chair I check my phone to see if Minji texted me back about her boyfriend since allegedly he's been a whole mood with her. Having no love life was a blessing and a punishment at the same time, you see everyone so cutesy with their partner then here's me with my last boyfriend being in 8th grade. And he sucked, okay.
10:50, a customer. I immediately tuck my phone back into my pocket to avoid looking unprofessional to keep the customers coming. I press my lips into a polite smile and bow my head a bit.
"Good morning, what would you like sir?"
??: "Hey, uh... could I get just a spine tat, i'll show you the design, just tell me how much it is."
What a gravel voice. Deep but so masculine, almost like im picking up his male pheromones with supersonic scent. I snap out of it
"Oh yeah, sure! 290,000 won, please. Do you have cash?"
He nods nonchalantly and gives me the notes from his hand, a throaty grumble sounding from him.
??: "Cute bangs"
,he says under his breath, like he forgot people have working ears.
I look up, flustered but brush it off.
"Can I have your ID?"
He shrugs and hands his drivers lisence over, his photo could kill honestly. I nod, hand it back and guide him to the table.
"Make yourself comfortable. Beverages and snacks are on me, just ask me anytime. Oh, and take off your shirt for the tat. This will take around an hour and a half, okay?"
I take a while to take in his beauty in all of its graciousness. He had jet black hair which sat just under his eyebrows, parted so beautifully to frame his face. His eyebrows were fucking striking, intoxicating me, like a drug that has my eyes locked onto them. He seemed of Japanese origin. He stood tall and unbothered, but his lips were my favourite. God, the things I'd do if he'd let me.
I go get the tattoo gun and I sanitise it.
"Black ink, right?"
He nods.
I pour the black ink into the gun.
"Show me the design."
He lifts his phone and the bright screen presents an image of a sword on someones back, just the outline and right on his spine.
"Hot."
I smirk, suddenly gaining confidence.
He takes off his shirt to reveal the hard planes of his torso, so toned and gorgeous. With a grunt, he lies down on the table presenting his broad back.
I start cleaning his back with slim, nimble fingers, making sure to pay all of my sweet attention onto him and his own gorgeous skin.
"If you're new to this, this just makes the stencil stick better, okay?" i hum
He gives me a manly grunt in return. Fuck.
Atleast half an hour should've past by now as the tattoo gun treads his skin with the ink, i was maybe half of the way done. Fuck, i forgot to ask him.
"S-So... what is your name? Riki huh? Thats what it said on the ID."
Riki: "Observant girl you are. Yeah, I'm Riki. Whats your name, pretty?"
A faint pink colonises my cheeks.
"Y/N."
Riki: "Stunning name for a stunning girl. Bet you like when you cleaned my back, hm? Okay, i know I'm sexy."
"What an ego. Just shut up and let me tat you, Ki."
Riki: "Nickname already? Adorable"
"Shut up." i cut him off
So much time has passed of me working on the intricate design on his spine and now it was all done.
"It's all set now. You want some water or anything before you go? I have snacks if you'd prefer."
Riki: "I'd prefer... you."
Fuck.
He stands up with a groan, still shirtless with his chest bare. While basking in the sight, I noticed he had a little rugrat on his side. Adorable.
"Can I touch your hand, Y/N?"
I nod meekly, he takes my hand as if I were a princess. He begins to talk.
Riki: "You know, I think you're breathtaking."
He lifts my hands up to his face and sniffs a little trying to pick up my perfume scent. Like a puppy.
Riki: "Can I?"
I nod vigorously, he kisses my hand. His lips so plump against my skin. He brings me by the hand to the back of the parlour where no one was, away from the public eye. Suprisingly gentleman-like, he pins me against a wall and starts leaving soft ghosts of a peck on my lips. Impatiently, I pucker my lips a little further for his lips to crash into mine. His saliva coats your bottom lip as our passion dances and tangles together. The Daniel Caesar song the shop is playing fades into the background as all we could focus on was eachother. He holds my waist so delicately and strokes my side with his thumb as we get intoxicated with eachother. It got to the point where Romeo and Juliet seemed like a toddlers play. This was the real deal. Go fuck Romeo, Riki is hotter and a way better kisser for sure. Where did he learn how to make out like that? He pulls away for a second for me to catch my breath, picking up on the fact I was new to this. The string of spit connecting us breaks as we make solid eye contact, though dazed. My doe eyes meeting his sharp dark pools. He goes back in again with no warning and pins me harder, his teeth nipping at my wet bottom lip. I could feel his hot breath against me, so heated in this moment. I part my lips to let him in to devour my mouth with his tounge. With tremendous skill his tounge plays with mine and so seductively laps my lip. Obsessed, my tounge moves with more pressure against his since to me, his spit was addictive. Time rushes past and his lips parts mine again with his breathtaking gaze locking onto me again. Riki holds my hand up and sliding his hand into his pocket, he gets out a black ballpoint pen and scribbles his number onto me.
Riki: "It was a delight meeting you angel but now i gotta go, mkay? Wait one last-"
He pecks me.
Riki: "Thanks for the tattoo sweet, it's sick. Ill ring you up, yeah?"
He boyishly winks at me. I nod then agree with a yeah. The last thing I hear is the open sign on the door rattle as the front door trembles shut.
pairings_ . bsf!riki x fem!reader
synopsis_ . you ask riki to take you out on a ride at 3 am to clear your head.
cw_ . reader is a stressed out university student・riki got a burning crush on reader LMAO・reader also likes him but girliepops got issues with herself atm so no confessing ... yet・lowkey just fluff and yearning cuz im HUNGRY・riki isn't an idol, he's just... there (you decide what he does TT)・not proofread, lowercase intended!
wc_ . ~1.5k
🗯️ rin's note - pov inspired by @/saebnuuy on tiktok from their tr pov hihi
"say what?" you can hear riki's sigh through the line quite visibly but in truth, his heart is already beating faster.
"it's 3 am, y/n. i was deep in my sleep..." his voice rough with sleep.
you lay on your stomach on your messy bed. the sleepless night got you rolling and tossing in the sheets like a worm being spinkled with salt.
"so you can't?" you attempt to make a pleading face even through the call.
"..."
"'riki?"
"i'll be there in 5" he caves in after exhausting all his reason not to.
riki gets off his bed, his blanket slipping down the mattress in slow motion. he grabs the jacket on his kitchen's stool that was purposely discarded there by you when you borrowed it a few days ago. he never touched it ever since. he wanted the spot where you touched it last to always be visible until the next time you decide to steal it again. but now it's got a better purpose—keeping you warm.
his ride paints a glowing red streak underneath the dark sky as the trees blur in his peripheral vision.
before long, you can hear the sound of the bike's roaring hum coming to a stop infront of your porch and without a delay, as though you were already waiting by the front door, you step out in light clothing.
"knew you wouldn't spare a minute grabbing and putting on your own jacket," riki shrugs off the jacket, handing it to you.
"you're not cold?" you ask him though you're already putting it on.
"i'm not as high maintenance as you" he retorts, a smirk growing on his face.
you roll your eyes as you put on your helmet. his heart skips a beat when you pull down his visor to use it as a mirror. you're doing something as innocent as fixing stray strands of hair from your face and yet you got him so affected.
his eyes fixate on yours. how your eyelash seems to flutter whenever you blink and how your iris fades into a different colour ring around it.
he doesn't look away until you slap his shoulder jokingly.
"where are we going?" you ask.
he clears his throat briefly before thinking of an answer.
"anywhere you want"
"i don't know... a quiet highway maybe?"
"okay"
you wrap your arms around his waist making him inhale long and deep.
-----
the ride is slow and quiet.
the only sound you can hear is the gush of the wind as riki speeds up and his voice calling out to you once in a while. he didn't want you to fall asleep as he's speeding up, not wanting to risk you accidentally falling off.
you place your hands on his shoulder, gripping it firmly as you lean back, feeling the wind on your face as you shut close your eyes.
"you good?" riki questions amidst cutting through the wind. he figured you're way too deep in your feels to hear him no matter how loud his voice is.
after a mile, he slows to a stop at a service station. he parks his bike to fill up his tank and you sit there, just observing him. he notices it immediately. from the moment you called him at 3 am. something is bothering you. but he doesn't pry, letting you choose your own timing.
he locks his bike and turns to you.
"come with me"
and you do. you follow him entering the gas station, you look around the stocked shelves just to windowshop.
"hungry? snackish?" he picks up a pack of gummy bears that he knows you love and holds it out to you.
"hold this"
you smile brightly when you realise he's gonna buy it for you. you follow him around as he grabs more snacks, sweets, energy drinks and bottled water.
the food piles up in your arms and he chuckles at the sight of you struggling to not let anything fall. he helps you carry most of it to the bored-looking cashier.
you leave the store looking satisfied with the heavy plastic bag hanging around your forearm.
"i'll fill up the tank and maybe we'll go to this one spot overlooking the city? i found it a few weeks ago." riki suggests, receiving an agreeing hum from you.
"sure"
-----
the spot is breathtaking. you thought to yourself.
it was a random hill spot among many others but this one has the views of the sparkling lights of the city that never sleeps.
both of you stare at the scenery before taking off your helmets. riki parks his bike next to road's railing and climbs over to the other side. you tilt your head in amusement when you see him extending his hand for you to use like a knight escorting a princess out of her carriage. except this is way more romantic of course.
you take his hand, giggling at how silly it is and he replies with a warm smile, his eyes looking at you softly as he tries not to laugh.
he guides you to a nearby bench and you sit together close making your shoulder bump against his and his knee touches yours accidentally.
he clears his throat as his hand fumbles in the plastic bag, reaching for the pack of gummy bears.
"catch it with your mouth?" riki challenges as his fingers rip open the packet.
you grin in response, opening your mouth in acceptance to the challenge.
he tosses the gummy up in the air and you focus really hard to catch it but fails and it falls on your lap instead. you laugh and picks it up with your hand and eats it properly.
you glance at riki, your eyes squinting as you laugh but he was already looking at you. you slow down your chewing in confusion.
"what? something on my face?" you point your index finger to your face.
"no," he pauses for a second, "are you okay?"
"hm? what do you mean?" you reply, biting the insides of your cheek.
"i know a forced smile when i see it, y/n. are you okay?"
"i've been wondering why you called me out in the middle of the night for a drive to... 'clear your head' but it's more than that isn't it?
you look away, inhaling a short breath. your eyes fixate on the view of the city lights thinking how similar it looked to a cluster of stars.
"i won't force you to say what's on your mind, i just needed you to know that i'm always here, always listening to you." riki reassures.
you stay quiet for a long time and riki knows better to not continue to wait in case you'd feel pressured. so occasionally he hands you a gummy bear, opening the can of energy drink and chugs it, tearing off a lollipop's wrapper, all while also staring at the scenery.
"i..." you start.
"i'm not falling behind am i?"
"i mean yeah i'm still damn young but i can't help but see all of these people my age being so successful to the point i feel like maybe i'm not doing enough."
riki listens. always does.
"i'm trying, i really am. but what if i'm not trying hard enough?"
"i've just... got so much in my head. so i'm glad that you're here with me."
he waits a moment to reply in case you still have something to say and he only speaks up when he's sure you're done.
"you know what i think?"
"i think that every human on this earth have their own purpose. maybe some are meant to save others while some are meant to influence others."
"everyone has a dream, a purpose, values, no? you do too, don't you?"
"what you see, are them chasing those things. their own dreams, their own purpose, their own values. so, what are yours? is it your dream to chase other people's shadows?"
"in there," riki point to your heart, "deep down you know what you want and it's not what those people have."
"you see, and you want. while that's a normal human trait, you know, easily influenced. but what matters the most is that even amidst all those consuming, looking, envying... you need to realise that your path is your own."
"you are in control of your life. sure, life throws curveballs. but even then, you still have the choice to keep going."
"if you tell me right now that you want to be a doctor, i don't doubt you will. as long as you put your all into it. and if you already put your all? keep on going, y/n."
"focus on your path and don't let others distract you from your goals, your dreams."
at this point, tears are already filling up your waterline, threatening to fall. you look down to the overgrown grass under your before it could.
"thanks, riki" your voice cracks.
"you're doing so well, y/n. that's all that matters,"
riki pulls you by your shoulder into his arms, securing you against his chest. the wind mixes with the sound of your sniffles and blows away all the burden on your shoulders as riki rubs your back with a gentle motion. riki doesn't know everything and yet, he always know what to say.
🗯️ rin's notes - maybe i was struggling irl but um i think this healed me even though i'm the one who wrote it 😭 talk abt self-comfort lmfao
pairings_ . nishimura riki x fem!reader
synopsis_ . you were walking on a sidewalk when suddenly you got kidnapped and the memories trap you powerlessly as riki would do anything to chase those images away.
cw_ . MDNI・sexual assault・nsfw・cursing・originally aggressive riki turned soft after being with reader・trauma・lowercase intended・not proofread!
word count_ . ~ 2.1k words
a/n_ . first ever public fanfic... i don't even write much but my god i can't stop imagining it to the point like i HAVE to write it.. so um don't bully me gng cause ik some of the sentences feels grammatically wrong..
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the street was well-lit but it was far from safe as you felt a hand covering your mouth from behind. your legs kick in the air—trying to get out of the predator's arms as he drags you from the bricked pavement of the sidewalk and onto a rusty floor of what looks like a van.
the man pries your hand that was holding onto the door frame like it's your lifeline and threw you across a hard cushion.
you scramble around, trying to get a good look at the situation you're in only to find a couple more guys in the backseat with grins like they just lucked out on a prey tonight.
the one who dragged you approaches you with wandering eyes, checking you out.
the thigh-high tights, a leather jacket on top of a frilly halter top and black shorts.
he reaches out his hand but you slap it away after finally thinking clearly again.
you're getting kidnapped.
nobody knows where you are.
a van with 3 guys and a smoking driver.
you, alone.
without thinking twice, you shoved your hand into your bag, rummaging around to find something, anything that can be used to protect you.
you had learned about some self defense techniques back when you were younger but it's no use now when you haven't been using it in the past 3-4 years and this stupid stupid guy is still trying to feel you up.
you kick forward hard as you feel his hand on your knee, hitting his most vulnerable spot. he grunts loud enough for the guys at the back to stand up on guard.
"aurggh—you bitch!" he glares at you while clutching at his groin.
his other men are now standing right next to you, towering over you as the van's roof is way too low for them to stand up straight.
"you're spicy. won't you let me handle you this time? i've got a way better face than him right?"
he points his thumb at the man whose entire bloodline you just ended.
"stop." you try to sound firm but the crack in your voice betrays you.
before you could react, his hands are already on the expanse of your chest—squishing and rubbing the supple flesh. you instinctively spring out your hands to hit him but the other bitch face catches your hand and pins it above your head.
"woah now, can't afford you injuring another one of our men."
you let out a petrified scream, as tears begin to form in your waterline.
the hands on your breasts didn't stop. one continues its rubbing while the other one roams to your lower abdomen.
you struggle under the two men as your legs get forced apart.
"nono please let me go—i won't tell anyone!" you bargained.
"no can do, princess. can't be bothered with loose ends."
a knee nudges against your clothed heat.
"why aren't you wet for me, hm? am i not hot enough?"
that's when you thought of something. the van isn't moving, the first guy is on the floor, the other two guys right beside you.
you wait until the one pinning your wrists lean in closer to you.
spat.
you spit at his eyes and when he let go, you headbutted the guy infront of you. both of them let out groans as you grab the chance to escape.
you stop by the door, trying to find the lock switch.
the guy you kicked in the groin yanks you backwards hard but you stay in your place by holding the door handle.
"shit." you curse out in panic.
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you don't remember what happened. it all went by so fast when you suddenly spot riki's face out the window. had he tracked you? if he did, you couldn't even be mad about it seeing as how it was the only thing that could've prevented whatever was about to happen to you.
riki keeps his gaze glued to the road ahead. you take the chance to steal a look at him. his knuckles are bloody red and bruised from beating up four of those guys while you sat shrivelled up on the curb by the side of the road.
punches after punches connected as you heard the sound of thudding bodies.
you look down at your hands on your lap, trying hard to not remember those horrible memories from earlier.
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the ride back home was long and quiet as both of you tried to make sense of what has transpired.
riki parks in the underground parking lot of his apartment. you sat there for a couple minutes—staring blankly into nothing. riki stays by your side even then. he had to track down your phone after realising something had gone wrong when you didn't text him, ranting about the amount of research work that you had to finish that night.
"y/n," his voice raspy and sudden—enough to make you startled.
you hum back a response.
"you wanna go up?" he asks but it sounded more like a suggestion to make sure you don't feel pressured to do so.
"... yeah."
he unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches out for yours before freezing his hands in the air when you flinched. guilt fills your entire bloodstream when you realise what you just did.
"wait no i—i didn't mean to flinch," you explained frantically, waving your hands. colour drains out from his face. not because he was offended, but because he had never seen you so genuinely scared before.
"i'm not offended, don't worry, love." he reassures you to make sure there's no room for doubt.
you unbuckle your seatbelt with hands that won't stop trembling. riki watches, notices—like he always did whenever you'd fidget with your fingers whenever you're nervous, whenever you'd scrunch your nose when trying not to cry, whenever you look at him a second too long when you needed a hug.
riki grabs your heavy laptop bag loaded with books and papers and swings it over his shoulder as he steps out. you follow right after, shutting the door with such softness—in contrast to earlier events.
you both walk slowly to the elevator and even when you fall short a step behind him, he'd always slow down and waits for you to catch up because he knows you're still deep in thought.
the apartment corridor feels much heavier now. the density of the space suffocates you as if you're deep under water.
the door unlocks with a beep. he lets you walk in first in order to make the space feels like yours even when you've been there thousands of times.
you drag your legs to the couch, letting your body fall onto it as soon as your knee hits the edge of the cushion.
the sound of keys dropping into the key bowl mixing with the sound of riki's feet shuffling in the background soothes you.
riki heads to the kitchen, giving you space to breathe, filling you a glass of cold water. he places your bag on one of the kitchen island's stool before coming back to you.
"here, y/n," he hands you the chilled glass alongside with your favourite hard candy.
"a candy, really?" you chuckle but accepts it anyways.
"it always helped you cheer up," his eyes squinted with a smile.
the cushion next to you dips as he lowers himself down slowly, checking your reaction to make sure you aren't uncomfortable. but you aren't. never. you've never felt uncomfortable next to him. even when you met him for the first time. even when his face was covered up with blooming bruises and cuts from a fight back then.
"drink up" he says and you do. the sudden cold water flowing down your throat sends chills up your spine but in a good, refreshing way as if it's cleansing away all of your negative thoughts.
"do you.. wanna talk about it?" riki asks cautiously.
"i don't know. talking about it feels like it would ease me a little but at the samee time... i'm scared to reimagine it,"
"it's okay, if you ever feel like talking about it, you know i'm always here for you."
you scrunch your nose, tears already filling up as it threatens to fall.
"can i hug you?"
you nodded slowly but clearly and he pulls you into his chest immediately as if he couldn't bear another second of you not in his arms.
you sob hard, pearly tears soaking his shirt as he rubs the back of your head and back.
"i love you, y/n,"
"i love you. i really do. i love you so much," he whispers agaisnt your hair again and again even when your whimpers are the only response he hears.
you hand grips the fabric of his shirt tight. your knuckles whitening and numbing.
you sat there in his arms for a while and he waits. he waits until your sobs gradually lessen and even if it stopped, he wouldn't be the one pulling back first.
a yawn escapes your lips.
"tired?"
"exhausted" ... "but i wanna take a shower..."
"want me to carry you?"
"mhm..."
"okay,"
you pull back because you know he wouldn't until you did. he rubs the back of your hand before getting up with you hand still in his. his arms hook under you behind the knees and your back.
riki picks you up easily as if you weigh nothing to him.
"did you lose weight?" he questions.
"don't be dramatic!" you reply because you know he's trying to butter you up.
he laughs. god. who knew someone's laugh would erase all the worries you had when you yourself couldn't?
the bedroom door swings open with his foot pushing it. he kisses your forehead ever so softly before he sits you down on the edge of the bathtub.
"shower or bath?"
"bath"
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you took about an hour in the bathtub and only got out because your fingers were already wrinkling underwater. riki had stayed with you the whole entire time, keeping you company as you laughed about how you accidentally swallowed the hard candy from earlier as you were crying.
you put on pajamas that you had purposely left in riki's house 'just because'. he acted like it annoyed him everytime he sees it scattered on his bed or couch but in truth, his eyes softens just a fraction at the sight of it.
you make your way to his bed, already seeing him sitting on the edge.
"are you sure you wanna sleep on the same bed as me?"
your heart wrenches at the way he says like his own existence would bring you immense discomfort.
"baby, no... don't think of it that way," your steps hurry to be by his side.
"i don't want to force it on you" his voice finally cracks.
he tried to downplay the effect of earlier events it had on him just so he could be the tough one for you whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on but every time he finds himself reaching in to touch you, he'd imagined how scared you had been when those guys tried to do the same.
he never wanted to hurt you, never wanted to make you uncomfortable, never wanted to see that horrified look on your face again.
"oh god, y/n..." he finally gives in to his emotions.
riki's warm arms snake around shoulders, pulling you flush against him as he mumbles incoherent 'you don't deserve that...'.
you reach out your arms to hug him around his waist.
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as time goes by, you end up cuddling with him under the sheets. your cheeks against his neck, his arms circling gentle motions on your hip, adding to your earlier sleepyness.
slowly, you begin to tell him what happened. from how the guy's hand smelt like engine oil to how relieved you were when you saw his face out the window. every single detail came out of your mouth but somehow it doesn't make you feel torn knowing that riki would always be there by your side.
little by little, your voice goes quieter, your breathing evens out in a constant rhythm and the sorrow of last night washes out as riki holds you in his arms.
a/n: this is ASS. i lost motivation halfway but i kept on thinking 'even if i dont like this... maybe someone else would' so um here you go... send me reqs!! i'll do them!! ..... maybe
part of the collection of ideas i had but not enough time to write (yet). if you feel inspired by this and want to write it, please tag me, it'd be a pleasure to see your interpretation. if you know any fic similar, feel free to recommend them to me 🧡
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pairing: sunshine!reader x non chalant!niki
plot: niki and his friends go on a trip to japan. his ex girlfriend is part of the group. half of the group wants them back together, the other half doesn't really care as long as it doesn't get messy. you are also on a solo trip in japan and are close friend with one person in the group who invites you to join them when you get to their city.
you are an extrovert but you are shy when it comes to ordering in japanese because you're not fluent. so when the group goes to a cafe, while waiting in line, you turn to look for your friend to help you, but your friend disappeared out of sight. niki steps in and helps you. as the story evolves, niki keeps taking care of you, from small things like giving you tissue to things like eating what you don't like in your food and swapping things with you. it doesn't go unnoticed by the group.
of course, the ex is trying to get back with niki, even tells you to back off. you're confused and embarrassed because you think you've been coming in between them since you arrived.
you try to put some distance between niki and you but the tension is only getting thicker. you somehow end up having a one-on-one moment. you almost kiss him but then back off and start apologizing and ranting about him and his ex. then, either you leave the room here or niki steps up and kisses you.
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notes: this one is so cute in my head!! like lots of moments where he takes care of reader when he's usually the one being taken care of by his hyungs
summary | in which you are desperately in need of male models for a runway, your friends come to the rescue, only for them to choose the WORST options possible
themes | enemies to lovers, love triangle, fashion au
CW | cussing, suggestive jokes
a/n: please someone get my danny gonzalez reference 💔
i need some ideas on what to write abt as a new member of riki fanfic writers 😶🌫️ anything is fine but maybe not nsfw atm but uh shoot your shot gr love yous
