rikis girl ☆

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i remember his hands

and the way the mountains looked

the light shot diamonds from his eyes

hungry for life

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───── CLOSE THE DISTANCE 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ when he misses you so bad you surprise him on tour ｡｡ idolbf!riki x reader .

──── ARCHiVE

you sat in your tiny apartment, scrolling through your phone while rikis voice filled your ears through the speaker. he was on tour in the US, while you were stuck at home. it had been weeks since you two had seen each other and the distance was starting to weigh on both of you.

“i wish you were here,” riki said, his voice tinged with a pout. “it’s not the same without you. i can’t even eat properly because you’re not around to remind me to.”

you laughed softly. “baby, you’re surrounded by people. i’m sure jungwon or heeseung can nag you about eating if you ask.”

“it’s not the same! they’re not you,” he whined. “you don’t understand, everything feels off without you..even my dance steps feel weird.”

your heart squeezed at his words but you played along, trying to lighten the mood. “are you blaming me for messing up your choreography?”

“maybe” his voice dropped to a playful grumble. “but seriously, baby, i miss you so much. i keep telling the guys and now they won’t stop teasing me about it.”

“teasing you how?” you asked grinning.

“sunghoon keeps calling me a ‘lovesick bf’ and jungwon literally recorded me complaining about you yesterday..i caught jay watching it on loop during rehearsal.”

you burst out laughing, the mental image too good to ignore. “aww my poor riki, they’re bullying you, huh?”

“YES!” he exclaimed dramatically. “and it’s all because i miss my girlfriend too much. can’t you just teleport here or something?”

your smile faltered slightly, “you know i can’t ki..i wish i could, though.”

what you didn’t say was that you had already booked a flight to LA for his next big show. you had been planning the surprise for weeks, coordinating with jungwon to make sure you’d have backstage access. the wait was killing you, but you knew it would all be worth it when you saw his face.

a few days later, riki sat in the back room of the LA arena, fidgeting with the hem of his stage outfit. his members were lounging around, chatting and laughing, but he couldn’t seem to focus.

“you’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?” sunghoon said, smirking as he tossed a pillow at him.

“of course i am,” riki replied without hesitation. “what else am i supposed to think about? it’s been over a month since i’ve seen her.”

“riki, we’re in LA about to perform in front of thousands of people and all you care about is your girlfriend,” jay teased, shaking his head.

“bro i can’t help it,” riki admitted, slumping in his chair. “she’s my good luck charm. every time i look at the audience, i imagine her face, but it’s never her and it sucks.” jungwon, who was in on your plan, exchanged a knowing glance with sunghoon but kept quiet.

that evening, you arrived at the arena just before the concert started. the venue was buzzing with energy and your heart pounded in your chest as you made your way through the crowd. with your hood pulled up to stay inconspicuous, you found a spot near the middle, close enough to see the stage clearly but far enough to avoid catching anyone’s attention.

when the lights dimmed and the group took the stage, the crowd erupted into cheers. your breath hitched when you saw riki. he looked incredible, his movements fluid and precise as he danced across the stage. his voice carried through the arena, powerful and mesmerizing.

but as the performance went on, you noticed the moments where he faltered—his eyes scanning the crowd during quieter parts of the song, as if searching for something..or rather..someone.

then it happened. his gaze landed on you for a split second and you saw his eyes widen. he blinked, his head tilting slightly as if trying to confirm what he was seeing. you froze, your heart racing as he stumbled slightly in his choreography.

he turned back to the stage continuing the song, but his focus was clearly elsewhere. every few seconds, he glanced back toward the spot where you were standing.

when the first part of the concert ended, you followed jungwon’s instructions to head backstage. your hands trembled as you waited in the back room, the sound of your heartbeat louder than the muffled voices outside.

the door burst open and there he was. rikis eyes locked onto you, his expression a mix of shock, disbelief, and pure joy.

“y/n…” he breathed, standing frozen in the doorway. “surprise,” you said, your voice shaky with nervous laughter.

riki didn’t hesitate. he crossed the room in two long strides and swept you into his arms, lifting you off the ground as he spun you around. “you’re here! you’re actually here! i thought i was imagining things out there.”

you laughed, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck. “i couldn’t let you go through your whole tour without seeing me, could i?”

riki pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands cradling your face. “do you know how much i’ve missed you? how much i’ve been whining to everyone about you?”

“i might’ve heard a little bit about that,” you teased, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes. he groaned, resting his forehead against hers, “i don’t even care if they tease me, you’re here. that’s all that matters.”

your heart was still pounding in your chest as riki hugged you tightly backstage. his warmth, the way he smelled faintly of sweat and cologne, and the sheer disbelief in his expression made you grin wider than you thought possible.

“you’re really here,” he said again, his voice filled with awe. he cupped your face and looked at you as if he was memorizing every detail. “i can’t believe it.”

“i am,” you replied softly, brushing your thumb along his jawline. “i couldn’t stay away any longer, ki.”

he leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. “i thought i was losing my mind when i saw you in the crowd. i almost forgot my choreography, y/n. you’re too distracting, too pretty.”

you laughed quietly, your cheeks heating up. “sorry about that but you were incredible out there.”

“i was only incredible because i thought i saw you,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a tender whisper. “you’re my muse, you know that?”

before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips warm and gentle against yours. it was as if the world had stopped for the both of you, the chaos of the backstage area melting away. you felt your knees go weak as you kissed him back, your hands tangling in his hair. but then, a knock on the door interrupted them. “riki! five minutes until the next encore!”

riki groaned, pulling back reluctantly but keeping his arms around you. “no. i’m not leaving, tell them i quit,” he muttered, glaring at the door.

“you can’t quit, ki,” you teased, smoothing his hair. “your fans are waiting for you.”

“but you’re here,” he said with a pout, his hands resting on your waist. “how am i supposed to go back out there when all i want to do is stay with you?” you smiled, resting your hands on his chest. “go finish your show, ki, i’ll be right here when you’re done.”

“promise?” he asked, his eyes searching yours.

“promise.”

with a sigh, riki kissed you one more time—this one longer and sweeter, as if he was trying to pour all his feelings into it. when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours again. “you better be right here when i get back,” he said softly, his voice both a plea and a demand.

“i will be, now gooo” you reassured him, giving him a light shove toward the door. riki dragged his feet toward the hallway, glancing back at you over his shoulder. “don’t disappear, y/n. i mean it.” you laughed, your heart swelling, “i won’t silly.”

when he finally returned to the stage, rikis energy was completely different. the crowd erupted as the group launched into their next mix of songs and he gave it everything he had, his movements sharper, his voice stronger, and his smile brighter than it had been all night. he caught himself stealing glances toward the backstage area, knowing you were waiting for him just beyond the curtains.

at the end of the concert, he stood at center stage, catching his breath as he waved to the crowd. “thank you everyone for making tonight unforgettable,” he said into the mic, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

the audience roared and the group bowed deeply before retreating offstage. the second riki was out of sight, he broke into a run, weaving through the maze of corridors until he found you waiting for him in the back room.

“i’m back,” he said breathlessly, pulling you into his arms again. “and you were amazing,” you whispered, kissing him softly. his lips curved into a grin against yours.

you two stayed locked in each others embrace for what felt like forever, content to let the world keep spinning outside. for riki, the concert had been incredible, but this—holding you, kissing you, and knowing you were there—was the real thing he’d been waiting for.

riki refused to let go of you as you stood in the back room after the everything. his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his face buried in your neck as he inhaled your familiar scent. “you smell like home,” he mumbled, his voice muffled but full of affection.

you laughed softly, your fingers threading through his damp hair. “you’re sweaty, you know that?”

“i don’t care,” he murmured. “you’re still hugging me, so i’m not letting go.ever.”

“baby, you can’t stay like this all night,” you teased, though you made no effort to pull away. “why not?” he pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands sliding up to cradle your face. his thumbs brushed your cheeks as he stared at you with a soft smile. “i’ve been dreaming about this moment for weeks. you, here, in my arms. i’m not rushing it.”

you felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze. “i’ve missed you so much,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“i missed you more,” he countered, leaning his forehead against yours. “you have no idea how hard it’s been. every time something good happened, i wanted to call you and tell you about it in person. every time i felt tired, i just wanted you there to hug me. even the guys got tired of me talking about you.”

“they didn’t seem tired of you just now,” you joked, thinking of his members grinning knowingly when they passed you on the way out of the room.

“they’ve been saints, honestly,” he said with a chuckle. “they’ve listened to me whine nonstop about how much i miss you. sunghoon even told me, ‘just wait until the next tour, you’ll see her when it’s over.’ but i didn’t want to wait.”

“well you didn’t have to,” you said, smiling up at him. “i was coming to you all along.” he groaned dramatically, resting his head on your shoulder. “you’re too perfect, my love. how am i supposed to focus on anything else when you do things like this?”

you giggled, kissing the top of his head. “you seemed pretty focused out there during the concert.”

“only because i wanted to finish fast so i could get back to you,” he admitted, lifting his head to meet your gaze. his eyes softened as he tilted your chin up. “and now that you’re here, i’m never letting you go.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, “you have to let me go eventually, like when you need to sleep or eat—”

“shhh,” he interrupted, pressing a finger to your lips. “don’t ruin this moment with logic.”

you laughed against his finger and he took the opportunity to kiss you again, his lips lingering on yours as if he was trying to make up for all the time you’d had spent apart.

when you two finally pulled away, he tugged you over to the couch and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. “you’re not allowed to sit anywhere else,” he declared, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“you’re clingier than usual,” you teased, but you nestled into his embrace, resting your head against his chest.

“can you blame me?” he asked, his voice soft as he traced random patterns on your back with his fingers. “i feel like i’m dreaming. you’ve completely spoiled me now, how am i supposed to survive the rest of the tour without you?”

“you’ll survive,” you said, tilting your head to look at him. “and i’ll be here waiting for you when you’re done.”

“next time, you’re coming with me,” he said firmly. “i don’t care how far we’re traveling. i’m not doing this without you again.” you smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “we’ll see, pretty boy.”

“i’m serious!” he whined, pouting at you. “i know you are,” you said, your laughter making his pout disappear as he broke into a wide grin.

for the rest of the night, you and him stayed like that—talking, laughing, and stealing kisses, completely lost in each other. riki didn’t care that he was exhausted from the performance or that his schedule was packed for the next few days. at that moment, all that mattered was you, the girl who had flown halfway across the world just to see him.

as you fell asleep in his arms later that night, riki couldn’t stop smiling, his heart full of love and gratitude. for him, this wasn’t just a perfect moment—it was the kind of happiness he wanted to hold onto forever.

the next morning, you woke up to the soft sound of birds chirping outside the hotel window and the faint hum of the city waking up. riki was still fast asleep beside you, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. his head rested on your shoulder, his soft breaths tickling your skin.

you smiled to yourself, carefully reaching up to brush a few strands of hair away from his face. he looked so peaceful, his usual playful energy replaced by a calm, almost angelic expression.

not wanting to wake him, you stayed still, savoring the warmth of his embrace. but after a few moments, riki began to stir, letting out a sleepy groan as he shifted closer to you.

“morning,” you said softly, running your fingers through his hair. he groaned again, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “no morning. too early,” he mumbled, his voice muffled and groggy.

you chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “it’s not that early. don’t you have a schedule today?”

“don’t remind me,” he whined, tightening his arms around you. “could we just stay like this forever?”

“as tempting as that sounds, i’m pretty sure your manager would have a heart attack if you missed your schedule,” you teased. riki finally lifted his head, his eyes half-open as he looked at you. “you’re too responsible,” he grumbled, but his lips curved into a soft smile. “good morning, pretty girl.”

“good morning, sleepyhead,” you replied, leaning in to kiss his cheek. he sighed contentedly, flopping back onto the pillow. “i think i just had the best sleep of my life. you need to stay with me on every tour now.”

“ki, we’ve been through this,” you said with a laugh. “you know I can’t—”

“—not yet,” he interrupted, cutting you off with a grin. “you can’t yet. but someday, right?” you shook your head fondly. “someday,” you agreed, earning a triumphant smirk from him.

after reluctantly getting out of bed, riki insisted on ordering room service so you could have breakfast together. the two of you sat cross-legged on the bed, sharing pancakes and fruit while chatting about anything and everything.

“hey,” riki said suddenly, his tone turning serious as he set his fork down. “yeah?” you asked, tilting your head. “i just…i wanted to say thank you,” he said, his eyes meeting yours. “for coming all this way. it means more to me than i can put into words.”

you smiled, reaching across the tray to take his hand. “you don’t have to thank me, ki. i wanted to be here. for you.”

he squeezed your hand, his gaze soft. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you, but i’m never letting you go.”

“you’d better not,” you teased, leaning forward to kiss him.

the moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. “riki! we need to leave in thirty minutes!” riki groaned dramatically, falling back against the pillows. “why does the universe hate me?” you laughed, pulling him up. “come on, you’ve got a job to do.”

“only if you promise to be waiting for me when i get back,” he said, giving you his signature pout. “i promise,” you said, smiling as you leaned in to kiss his forehead.

as riki got ready for the day, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the time you’d spent together. even though your visit was short, it was enough to remind you both of how strong your bond was. as he headed out the door, he turned back to give you one last look, his smile wide and full of love. “see you later, baby. don’t miss me too much.”

“i’ll try not to,” you called back, laughing as he disappeared down the hall. little did he know, you were already counting down the minutes until you’d see him again.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva

yess ofc theyre definitely in the works and thank you smm <33

───── GIRLY GIRL 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ who would’ve thought riki would date the exact polar opposite of himself ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

──── ARCHiVE

you’re perched on rikis bed, legs folded neatly underneath you, watching as he rummages through his closet. his room is a perfect reflection of him. it’s minimalistic yet cozy, with a few scattered items that scream nishimura riki—a lego set on his desk, a random beanie tossed over a chair, and a collection of hoodies taking up most of his closet space.

he lets out a dramatic sigh, pulling out a dark gray hoodie before turning toward you. “here,” he says, tossing it over your head.

you squeak, wiggling your arms free before slipping it on. it’s oversized, drowning your smaller frame, and smells just like him. it’s a mix of fresh laundry, cologne, and something uniquely Riki.

“you love making me look tiny, don’t you?” you tease, hugging the sleeves around your hands.

riki smirks, walking over and leaning down so his face is level with yours. “yeah,” he admits shamelessly, tilting his head. “it’s cute.”

your cheeks warm, but you roll your eyes playfully. “fake emo boyfriend thinks i’m cute, what a shocker.”

“fake emo boyfriend is crazy,” riki deadpans, nudging your cheek with his nose. “i’m literally so mysterious.”

you giggle, poking his stomach. “baby, you laugh at your own jokes and trip over air. you are not mysterious. if anything, you’re just a cutie patootie.”

he groans, dramatically flopping onto the bed beside you. “cutie patootie should be illegal. take it back.”

“nope,” you say, shifting so you’re half on top of him. “you’re a cutie patootie and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

riki exhales through his nose, rolling his eyes, but the way his arms immediately circle around your waist says otherwise. “you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, his voice low and affectionate.

you nuzzle into his chest, smiling against the fabric of his hoodie. “i know.”

the dorm is already buzzing with energy when you step inside, but the second the door clicks shut behind you, the noise dies down. six pairs of eyes immediately snap toward you.

“riki, you’re joking,” sunoo blurts, eyes wide in disbelief.

“who is this angel and what is she doing with you?” jake teases, crossing his arms with an amused smirk.

“she’s too pretty for you,” jungwon adds bluntly.

your cheeks heat up at the sudden attention, and you instinctively shift closer to riki. he, of course, doesn’t miss a beat and his arm wraps securely around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

“yeah, yeah, ha ha,” riki deadpans, rolling his eyes. “okay this is y/n, my girlfriend. i know, shocking revelation.”

his members don’t respond immediately. instead, they exchange glances, their expressions a mix of surprise, amusement, and utter disbelief.

“you’re so…” sunghoon trails off, scanning you from head to toe before settling on riki. “girly.”

“and?” riki challenges, raising an eyebrow.

“it’s just—” sunoo gestures vaguely between the two of you. “we all thought you’d end up with someone like…i don’t know, a female version of you?”

“yeah, like, all dark clothes, quiet, super sarcastic, probably into gaming just like you,” heeseung adds, rubbing his chin like he’s solving a mystery.

“but instead, you’re dating—” jungwon gestures to you. “her.”

you blink, “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, raising a brow, though your voice remains playful.

“you’re all soft and pretty and you literally look like you stepped out of a pinterest board,” jay says, nodding toward your outfit, a cute, pastel-toned ensemble accessorized with dainty jewelry. “we just didn’t see it coming.”

riki grins, tightening his grip on you. “i like my girlfriend all soft and pretty. she’s my princess.”

your heart flutters at his words, and you instinctively squeeze his hand. “rikiiiii,” you whine playfully, hiding your face in his hoodie.

jungwon lets out a long sigh, shaking his head. “this is actually insane. i never thought i’d see the day riki became whipped.”

“i am not whipped,” riki scoffs, immediately going on the defensive.

“oh, really?” jake smirks, stepping forward. “then prove it.”

“what do you mean, prove it?” riki narrows his eyes.

“let go of her,” jake says simply, nodding toward his arm around your waist. “if you’re not whipped, you can let her go, right?” riki doesn’t move. the room erupts in laughter.

“oh my god,” sunoo gasps between wheezes. “he actually can’t let go.”

“shut up,” riki grumbles, but his grip on you only tightens.

you giggle, tilting your head up to look at him. “you are kinda proving their point, baby.”

riki exhales sharply before dramatically peeling his hand away from your waist, only to immediately grab your fingers instead. “there,” he mutters. “happy?”

“that doesn’t count!” sunghoon laughs. “you’re still holding her!”

“you guys are so annoying,” riki groans, but he’s smiling despite himself.

“okay, okay,” heeseung grins, clapping his hands together. “y/n, since you’re officially part of the group now, we need to ask you some important questions.”

you perk up. “oh? like what?”

“first,” jay starts, leaning forward like he’s about to uncover a huge secret. “who made the first move?”

riki snorts. “me, obviously.”

“are you sure?” sunoo arches a brow. “i feel like she had to force you into realizing your feelings.”

“hey!” riki glares. “i realized them on my own.”

you hum, tilting your head playfully. “i did have to wait a bit for him to catch up.”

the room explodes with laughter again, and riki looks personally offended. “baby,” he whines. “you’re supposed to be on my side!”

you giggle, squeezing his hand. “i am, baby. i’m just also right.” his members coo at the interaction and riki groans, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“okay, next question,” heeseung continues, thoroughly enjoying this. “what’s the cutest thing riki has ever done for you?”

you pause, thinking. “hmmm…he always makes sure i have one of his hoodies when i stay over, and he buys me snacks in my favorite flavors without me even asking.”

“that’s so soft,” sunoo gasps dramatically. “who is this riki, and what did he do with the old one?”

“right?” jake shakes his head. “he used to make fun of us for being romantic, and now he’s out here being all boyfriend coded.”

“okay, that’s enough questions,” riki cuts in, glaring at his members. “we get it. i have the best girlfriend ever.”

you beam up at him, batting your lashes. “awww, you think i’m the best?”

riki sighs, but the way he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear betrays him. “yeah,” he mutters. “you know i do.”

his members all groan in unison.

“this is so unfair,” jungwon complains. “i thought riki was gonna be the last one to act all lovey dovey, but he’s actually the worst one.”

“it’s sickening,” sunghoon nods.

“get used to it,” riki smirks. “she’s not going anywhere.”

you lean into his side, smiling as his fingers intertwine with yours. “nope,” you agree. “i’m not going anywhere.”

his members groan again, but the teasing fades into something softer, something almost approving.

maybe you weren’t who they expected, but watching riki beam at you like you were his entire world?

yeah, they could definitely get used to this.

hours later, after playing games, eating snacks, and listening to rikis members tease him relentlessly about you, he finally tugs you away to his room.

the door shuts softly behind you, enclosing you both in a peaceful quiet that contrasts the lively energy outside. you let out a sigh, stretching your arms above your head before flopping onto his bed.

“they were so nice,” you hum. “i thought i was gonna be nervous, but they made me feel so welcome.”

riki hums, settling beside you. “too welcome,” he mutters, eyes narrowing. “i thought jake was gonna steal you away.”

you giggle, shifting onto your side to face him. “never,” you promise, reaching up to tuck a strand of his hair back then resting your hand on his cheek, softly caressing him. “i’m your girlfriend, remember?”

his gaze softens instantly. “mine,” he echoes, his fingers tracing slow circles on your hip.

you nod, letting your hand now rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “yours,” you confirm.

riki exhales deeply, like he’s processing the weight of your words, then leans in, brushing his nose against yours. “can i kiss you?” he murmurs.

your heart stutters. even after all this time, he still asks.

“of course, baby,” you whisper.

riki cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin before he finally presses his lips against yours. the kiss is slow, gentle, like he’s savoring the moment. when he pulls away, his lips linger against yours, reluctant to break the contact completely.

“you make me so soft,” he mutters, half annoyed but mostly in awe.

you giggle, playing with the collar of his hoodie. “you like it.”

riki groans, rolling onto his back and dragging you with him so you’re curled against his chest. “maybe,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

you snuggle closer, letting your fingers trace lazy patterns on his chest. “i thought bringing you here would be kinda nerve wracking,” he murmurs. “but having you next to me just makes everything feel…easy.”

your lips curve into a soft smile. “that’s because i’m your safe place, duh.”

riki goes quiet for a moment, then exhales, tightening his hold around you. “yeah,” he whispers. “you really are, my love.”

with one last kiss to your forehead, he tucks you against his chest, holding you close as sleep starts to pull you both under—wrapped up in warmth, in love, in each other.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva

BLONDE RIKI IS BACK MUAHAHAHAAHHAAHH

ofc you can (indeed w rizz)

───── TOO LATE 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you thought you and him were meant to be, but he chose someone else…until he realized his mistake too late ｡｡ bsf!riki x reader .

──── ARCHiVE

make sure to read part 1 !!

days pass, then weeks. you avoid him, not out of bitterness, but out of self preservation. because being near him, seeing him with sohee, feels like ripping open a wound you’ve barely managed to stitch shut.

and riki?

at first, he let you slip away without a fight. but lately, he’s been reaching out more. texts you don’t answer. calls you let ring. moments where he hovers near you in the hallways, eyes pleading for something you’re too exhausted to give.

but he never says it. never outright asks for you back. never tells you he’s sorry. so, you keep your distance.

until one evening, you’re walking home in silence except for the sound of your own footsteps and the wind is sharp against your cheeks. you tug your jacket tighter around yourself but nothing compares to the hollow ache in your chest. that is until you hear hurried footsteps behind you. a voice calling your name.

“wait,” he calls, breathless. “please, just—just wait.”

you close your eyes. you know that voice. but you keep walking.

“please,” he breathes, and this time, there’s something different in his tone. desperation. regret. and against your better judgment, you slow down.

he jogs to catch up, slightly breathless, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. “can we talk?” he asks, his voice softer now.

you stare ahead, refusing to meet his gaze. “what’s there to talk about, riki?” he swallows, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “us.”

that word makes your breath hitch.

“there is no us,” you whisper. “not anymore.”

rikis expression twists, his brows furrowing as if the thought alone is unbearable. “that’s not true,” he argues, voice shaking.

you let out a humorless laugh. “really? because it sure felt true when you let me go without a second thought.”

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, “i didn’t mean to—”

you whip your head toward him, your emotions finally spilling over. “but you did, riki! you did.” your voice wavers, but you push through. “you were my best friend and then one day, you just… stopped looking for me. like i never mattered to you.”

riki flinches, guilt flickering across his face. he looks down, his hands clenching into fists before he releases them with a shaky breath. “i didn’t stop looking for you.” his voice is hoarse, “i just—i didn’t realize i was losing you.”

you shake your head, blinking back the sting in your eyes. “that’s the worst part, riki. you never knew. you never even noticed me slipping away.”

the silence between you is deafening.

his fingers twitching at his sides like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to. “i was an idiot,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “i thought i was just missing my best friend, but—” he swallows hard, his hands clenching at his sides. “it wasn’t just that. it was never just that.”

riki steps closer, his voice thick with emotion. “i looked for you first in every room. i always wanted to be near you. every sign, every moment, every ittle thing you thought you imagined? it was real.” his eyes are pleading now, dark and full of something you don’t want to name. “i was just too stupid to realize it.”

your heart clenches painfully, but you force yourself to stay firm. “then why did you choose her?”

riki squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head. “because i thought what i felt for you was normal. that it was just how best friends are supposed to feel about each other.” he looks at you then, really looks at you, and there’s something so vulnerable in his expression that it makes your chest ache. “i didn’t know how much i loved you until you were gone. i was scared.”

you freeze. “scared?”

his gaze meets yours again, raw and filled with something you’ve never seen before. “scared of ruining what we had. scared that if i admitted how i felt, you wouldn’t feel the same way.” his voice breaks slightly. “so i convinced myself that what i felt for you was normal. that best friends are supposed to look at each other the way i looked at you.”

“she was…easy.” his voice is laced with regret. “i liked her, but i didn’t love her. i think i was trying to distract myself from the fact that i already loved someone else.”

the words hit you like a tidal wave, knocking the air from your lungs.

loved.

not liked. not crushed on.

loved.

riki exhales shakily, his fingers brushing against yours, hesitant—like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. “i don’t want to lose you,” he confesses, his voice trembling.

you squeeze your eyes shut. “you already did.”

“no,” he whispers. “i didn’t. because you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t still love me, too.” your heart lurches.

riki has never been the type to be this direct, this raw. but here he is baring everything, no longer hiding behind jokes or obliviousness.

you stare at his hand, barely touching yours. you could still walk away. could still pretend none of this ever happened.

but then you remember all the times he reached for you without thinking. the way he always made sure you were warm, even if it meant freezing himself. the way he looked at you before he even realized what it meant. the way his hands shake slightly. the way his eyes beg for another chance.

the riki in front of you is not the same riki who let you go without a fight, but…

you swallow hard. “you hurt me, riki.” his expression shatters, “i know.”

“you made me feel like i was nothing to you,” you continue, voice unsteady. “like i was just a backup plan.”

his hands clench at his sides, his eyes glassy, “you were never a backup plan. you were always my first choice. i was just too stupid to realize it.”

you want to be angry. you want to push him away, to tell him that he’s too late.

but when you look at him—when you see the desperation in his eyes, the way his breath trembles in the cold air—you realize something.

you still love him. you always have.

your fingers twitch at your sides before you reach for his hand. his breath catches when you intertwine your fingers with his, like he wasn’t expecting you to touch him at all. his grip tightens instantly, holding onto you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“i hate you for making me wait,” you murmur. “i hate myself for making you wait,” he whispers back.

you stare at each other for a long moment, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on you. and suddenly, all the pain, all the waiting, all the heartbreak—it all feels worth it.

so, this time, you do what you should’ve done all those years ago…you take his hand.

riki inhales sharply, like he can’t believe it, his grip tightening around yours. his eyes search yours, hesitation flickering across his face. “can i—”

you don’t let him finish. instead, you tilt your head up, closing the distance between you.

the moment your lips touch, everything else fades.

his lips are soft, hesitant at first, but when you don’t pull away, he deepens the kiss, pouring every unsaid word, every regret, every lingering feeling into it.

his hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, like he’s afraid to let go…and maybe he is.

when you finally break apart, you’re both breathless. his forehead rests against yours, his hands still gripping your waist like you might disappear if he lets go.

“i love you,” he murmurs, his voice shaking. “i should’ve said it sooner.”

you let out a shaky laugh. “yeah, you should have.”

he smiles, just slightly, his fingers brushing against yours again. “let me make it up to you.”

you exhale, still feeling the ghost of his lips on yours. “you better.”

his grin widens, and for the first time in months, the ache in your chest disappears.

because this time, he isn’t letting you go.

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