Yuuka

Crazy over you

[yuxriki]

In a room full of people, I’ll always look for him. ── ˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊

.⋆♱ Yuuka / 06´ — You know I can be very distracting

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જ⁀➴⋆ Let’s go back to how it always was — ‘’Enhypen + Stray Kids + Illit’’ / I gave life to my words, I’m doing what I say.

[yuxriki]

ALL THE FUCKING LINKS DONT WORK STOP THIS IM NOT THIS UNEMPLOYED TO SIT AND CHANGE IT RJFEHKRHFBKE ok ill fix this on uh 16th i promise ty bye

[yuxriki]

My links dont work anymore. Ill end it all.

[yuxriki]

My entire fyp is about 9.7.26 like…. Stop jebal

[woninlove]

Jungwon addressing the fan chants and speaking on behalf of the members is something none of you guys should be hating on 😭 He’s setting boundaries and if you as a fan cannot continue to support enhypen, you shouldn’t be calling yourself an engene. I understand it all matters on perspective but he’s setting a very clear boundary and you guys should respect that.

[yuxriki]

Okay I lowkey wanted to address it but I needed time to think (wasted 40 mins instead of getting ready yay Mana): So I came to the conclusion that I will support ALL OF THEM equally. Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon and of course my inspiration Ni-ki.

I put my efforts in by tagging (at the begging) and signing the petition. That’s as much as I can do which I decided long back itself, I did slow down listening to their music since I never usually interact with their vlogs or content except for Instagram posts. Along the way I became neutral over this situation, I respect everybody’s choice only if they respect all of them equally. I’d understand people who don’t want to stan Heeseung but hating him would not sit right with me and vice versa.

I had some tiny hope about him coming back but it all shatters after Jungwon’s live. I respect him tho and I’m glad he addressed it :) I will be taking a break from their content and posting about them because all this drama is consuming my time which I have to use for my life. At the end of the day they are employed men who won’t help us with our career… is what I FEEL.

Anyways taking a break is not a problem but don’t come back if you’re going to hate on anyone. If you’re truly alright with supporting them as who they are now or boycotting it’s your choice I respect it but don’t impose your ideas on others or force others. Thankyou :)

About my fics I can’t remove Heeseung from my text imagines because there won’t be any point of posting one slide about him and wasting my theme proportions. He will be in all my fics with the others :D

baibai will be posting a ladynoir story soon!

[yuxriki]

favorite word?

uhmmmmm i suppose food :3

[yuxriki]

Changed my username from yangfoxiee to yuxriki hehe

[yuxriki]

I realized smthing me and @v-irtujake now have a matching theme seeeeee we are meant to be :P

[yuxriki]

hi

[yuxriki]

Entitled? Me?? — NRKˎˊ˗

´ཀ` ──── Nishimura Riki x fem reader ݁ᛪ

summary: you’re assigned a group project with nishimura riki, but after a string of arrogant, borderline insulting texts, you decide he’s impossible to work with. turns out the messages were never from him — and now he’s stuck trying to undo a first impression he never made.

Warning: Suggestive Jokes

Ft: Donghwa (Kickflip), Moka (Illit), Martin (Cortis) and Rei (Ive) as y/n’s friends.

Yuuka says: I’m sorry for the delay hshshs and the short chapter… I have alot in my mind right now so I couldnt brainstorm well but dw I’ll make it up to yall in the next chapter hehe :D

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[yuxriki]

Entitled? Me?? — NRKˎˊ˗

´ཀ` ──── Nishimura Riki x fem reader ݁ᛪ

summary: you’re assigned a group project with nishimura riki, but after a string of arrogant, borderline insulting texts, you decide he’s impossible to work with. turns out the messages were never from him — and now he’s stuck trying to undo a first impression he never made.

Warning: Suggestive Jokes

Ft: Donghwa (Kickflip), Moka (Illit), Martin (Cortis) and Rei (Ive) as y/n’s friends. Hyunjin (Stray Kids) as Ni-ki’s cousin

Yuuka says: In this Martin, Moka and Donghwa are old enough to drink (I don’t know the legal age to drink in Korea but since they are in Paris and this is my au I do whatever :P), Hyunjin and Ni-ki are cousins!

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[yuxriki]

i have an idea what if heesung faints out of exhaustion and his members call yn ( his younger gf ) and she keeps crying ( like a lot liek for 3 hours or more ) and she end up sleeping on the chair shivering bec. the ac in the hospital is so high and the hospital ran out of blankets and she barely ate anything ( we can also make that maybe he lost blood )

oooh angst. Yes.

[holdingmybreathe]

[yuxriki]

PLS DO MORE DESI FICS 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

YES OFCCCCC

[yuxriki]

My girl — NRKˎˊ˗

𓆩✶𓆪 ──────── Nishimura Riki x F!Reader ⋆⁺₊✧

Ni-ki gets jealous over one of Y/N's guy friends, and a fight breaks out after the barbecue. Hurt by what he says, Y/N leaves, walks home alone in the rain, and ends the night in tears. What does Ni-ki do? Climbs the fucking window.

Warning: uh kissing-?

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“I told you there's nothing going on between us! Why can't you fucking trust me?” you yelled, your voice cracking under the weight of exhaustion. Your eyes were swollen and red, tears streaming endlessly down your cheeks as every sentence was interrupted by shaky hiccups. Across from you, Ni-ki stood with his fists clenched, his jaw tight, refusing to calm down.

“Then why the fuck did he hug you?” he snapped, his voice echoing through the room. “Why did he kiss you on the fucking cheek? You seriously expect me to believe there's nothing going on when he walks up to you, wraps you in a fucking bear hug, kisses your cheek, and casually says, ‘See ya’? What guy friend does that?”

It was the early 2000s, when flip phones clicked shut after every call, iPods blasted playlists through wired earphones, low-waisted jeans and fitted tank tops ruled every closet, and girls paired heels with denim while the guys lived in oversized hoodies and sneakers. 

Earlier that evening, everyone had gathered for a barbecue at Ni-ki's huge backyard. It was supposed to be the perfect night music playing through old speakers, burgers sizzling on the grill, everyone laughing over stupid jokes before watching movies and crashing there for a sleepover. You had casually mentioned the plan earlier that week, and somehow your friend Kenji had overheard. Without really asking, he'd invited himself, and you hadn't known how to tell him no.

From the moment he arrived, something felt off. He kept standing too close, brushing against your arm whenever he talked, resting his hand on your shoulder longer than necessary. Every chance he got, he'd sling an arm around you or pull you into side hugs that made your stomach twist. Each time you awkwardly laughed it off, gently pushing him away and quietly asking him to stop. He never listened. Instead, he'd grin as if it were some harmless joke.

Ni-ki watched everything.

He barely spoke for the rest of the evening. Every laugh that escaped your lips while talking to someone else, every accidental touch, every glance in Kenji's direction only fueled the storm brewing inside him. He stayed quiet until the very end.

Around ten-thirty, Kenji checked the time and groaned dramatically. “Night shift,” he sighed.

Before you could react, he stepped forward, wrapped both arms tightly around you in a suffocating bear hug, and planted a quick kiss on your cheek.

“See ya.”

Your body immediately stiffened.

You pushed lightly against his chest, trying to create distance while forcing an uncomfortable smile. “Bye... get to work safely.”

By the time you looked back, Ni-ki's expression had gone completely blank.

Without saying a word to anyone else, he grabbed your wrist not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that you couldn't pull away and led you through the house and upstairs into his bedroom. The moment the door slammed shut behind you, the argument exploded.

“I told you there's nothing going on between us!” you cried. “Why can't you trust me?”

His breathing was uneven, his eyes burning with jealousy and hurt.

“Then explain that,” he shouted. “Explain why he acts like he's your fucking boyfriend!”

“But, Ki...” Your voice trembled. “I was uncomfortable. I don't know why he keeps hugging me and touching me. I've told him to stop so many times. He doesn't listen...”

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed. “If you like him so much, then go date him. Get out of here.”

The words hit harder than any slap ever could.

For a moment, everything inside you went silent.

You stared at him, lips trembling as another wave of tears blurred your vision. You gave his chest a weak shove not enough to move him, only enough to express the heartbreak you couldn't put into words. Then you turned and ran.

No one downstairs stopped you.

Your friends were too busy laughing over the movie they'd just started, unaware that your heart had shattered upstairs.

With trembling hands, you slipped your heels back on, grabbed your purse, and walked out into the cold night.

It was nearly eleven.

The streets were almost empty, lit only by flickering streetlights and the occasional passing car. Your heels clicked against the wet pavement as tears blurred your vision, making it difficult to see where you were going. Every sob escaped louder than the last, your chest aching with every breath. You hugged yourself tightly against the chilly air, wishing more than anything that he'd come after you.

He didn't.

By the time you reached your house, the sky had opened.

Rain poured relentlessly, soaking your clothes, your hair, your makeup washing away everything except the pain.

The house was just as empty as always.

Your parents were away on another business trip, and your older brother was out partying with his friends, leaving the place dark and silent.

You stepped inside, slammed the front door behind you, and let your purse fall onto the floor. With shaky hands, you ripped the clips from your hair, letting it tumble messily over your shoulders. You kicked off your heels, leaving them abandoned near the entrance before stumbling toward your bedroom.

The moment you reached your bed, your legs gave out.

You collapsed face-first into the mattress, burying your face in your pillow as muffled screams dissolved into uncontrollable sobs. You cried until your throat burned raw, until your chest hurt from trying to breathe between broken gasps. The only sounds filling the empty house were your cries and the relentless rain pounding against your bedroom window.

You didn't realize how much time had passesd.

Minutes turned into hours as you lay there, curled into yourself, completely alone while the storm outside raged just as violently as the one inside your heart.

Somewhere between your endless sobs and the rhythmic sound of the rain pounding against your bedroom window, exhaustion finally claimed you.

You weren't sure how long you'd been asleep when a series of soft knocks pulled you back to consciousness.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Groggy and emotionally drained, you slowly lifted your head from your tear-soaked pillow. Your eyes burned from crying, and your head throbbed. For a brief moment, you thought you had imagined the sound. Then it came again.

Knock.

Frowning, you turned toward your bedroom window. A figure was standing outside. Your heart nearly stopped.

"What the fuck…"

You scrambled backward off the bed, staring wide-eyed at the silhouette clinging to the outside of your second-floor window. Who the hell climbs up to someone's second floor? You cautiously stepped closer, wiping your eyes to clear your blurry vision. The moment the porch light caught his face, you let out a long, exhausted sigh.

"Riki..."

It was Ni-ki. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, completely soaked by the heavy rain. Water dripped from the sleeves of his hoodie and pooled beneath his sneakers as he balanced awkwardly outside the window, looking both miserable and determined.

You slid the window open. The second he climbed inside, he tracked rainwater across your bedroom floor, shivering slightly as he caught his breath. You crossed your arms over yourself, too emotionally drained to even scold him.

"What is it?" you asked quietly, your voice hoarse from hours of crying.

For the first time that night, he didn't argue. He didn't raise his voice. Instead, he slowly walked toward you until only a few inches separated you. His expression had completely softened, guilt written across every feature. His eyes were just as tired as yours.

"I'm so sorry, pretty," he whispered.

His voice cracked.

"I shouldn't have gotten mad at you."

He hesitated before gently cupping your face in both of his cold hands.

"It wasn't your fault."

His thumbs brushed away the fresh tears that escaped despite yourself.

"I should've stepped in. I should've told him to keep his hands off you... hell, I should've punched that bastard in the face instead of taking it out on you." He shook his head, his eyes full of regret. "I'm so, so sorry."

Standing so close, his tall frame seemed to envelop you completely, shielding you from everything outside your room the storm, the silence, and the ache that had settled in your chest. You searched his face for a long moment before letting out a watery laugh.

"I hate you," you mumbled weakly, trying to glare at him through your tears.

The corners of his lips lifted into the smallest smile.

"I love you too."

Before either of you could say another word, he leaned down and gently pressed his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of rain and his cologne, the comfort you'd been missing ever since you'd walked out of his house. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he brushed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft at fist apology more than anything else.

When you didn't pull away, he kissed you again, lingering this time, his hand resting gently against your cheek while yours found the front of his rain-soaked hoodie. Every bit of hurt, guilt, and longing neither of you had managed to put into words seemed to melt into that quiet moment.

When you finally pulled back for air, he rested his forehead against yours once more, a faint, relieved smile crossing his face.

"I climbed up your second-floor window," he murmured with a crooked grin.

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[yuxriki]

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