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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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.

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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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───── 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

read part 2 here !!

you’ve always believed in signs. the way the universe nudges people together, how timing seems to work out perfectly for those who are meant to be. for years, you thought the signs were leading you to him.

nishimura riki, your best friend, your safe place, the boy who made the world feel lighter just by being in it. you swore he felt it too.

the way his eyes always searched for yours first in a crowded room. the way he pulled you close when it was cold, wrapping his jacket around your shoulders even if it left him shivering. the way his fingers brushed against yours a little too often, lingering, as if waiting for you to just take his hand already.

you convinced yourself that he was waiting…just like you were. so when he asked to talk one afternoon, looking nervous, you thought this is it.

this is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

you sit under your usual cherry blossom tree, a place that’s always felt like yours. rikis leg bounces slightly, his fingers tapping against his knee. he’s nervous. just like you.

“i’ve been thinking a lot about something,” he says, exhaling. “and i really need your help.”

your heart pounds. this is it. he’s finally going to say it. you smile, trying to contain your excitement. “of course, ki. you can tell me anything.”

he looks at you then, his eyes shining with something intense—something you think is for you.

“i really like someone.”

the world pauses. your breath catches, your fingers tightening around the fabric of your skirt. “oh.” he smiles, a little anxious, a little shy. “yeah…and i think i want to ask her out.”

every part of you is screaming say my name. just say my name.

riki takes a deep breath.

“it’s sohee.”

something in you breaks. you blink, convinced you misheard…but he keeps talking.

“i don’t know, she’s just different,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “and i don’t want to mess this up, so i was thinking…since you guys are close, maybe you could help me?”

help him?

help him get with your best friend?

the words echo in your head, over and over, like a cruel joke you don’t understand. you had been so sure.

every glance, every touch, every unspoken moment…was it all in your head? had you built something out of nothing?

riki is still looking at you, waiting, completely unaware that he’s just shattered you into pieces. so you do what you always do.

you pretend.

you swallow down the lump in your throat and force a smile. “of course,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “i’ll help you.”

at first, you tell yourself it’s fine. that you can handle it. that as long as riki is happy, you’ll be okay. but watching him fall for sohee is nothing short of torture.

you sit through conversations where he gushes about her laugh, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear, the way she makes his heart race. and sohee—completely oblivious to your pain—is falling too.

“i think i really like him,” she admits one afternoon, her voice full of excitement. “he’s just…he’s different, you know?”

different.

of course, he’s different to her. you want to scream. to tell her that it isn’t fair. that you loved him first, but instead, you smile. “i’m happy for you.” even though it’s a lie.

the distance between you and riki starts small. you take longer to respond to his texts. you stop waiting for him after class. you let conversations die down first, leaving messages unanswered for hours instead of seconds.

and riki?

he barely notices.

he’s too busy with her.

it’s not long before he stops texting first. stops noticing when you’re not around. one afternoon, you pass him in the hallway, your stomach twisting as you wait for him to acknowledge you, but he doesn’t.

because sohee is walking next to him.

because he no longer looks for you first.

the inside jokes stop making sense. the conversations become short. you don’t sit with him at lunch anymore, choosing the farthest table in the cafeteria while he and sohee sit close together, laughing over something you’ll never understand.

and the worst part?

he never asks why.

never pulls you aside. never tells you he misses you. he just…let’s you go.

one night, your phone buzzes. your heart stupidly leaps at the sight of his name.

for a moment, you consider ignoring it.

but old habits die hard.

you grip your phone, your chest tightening. now he notices?now that sohee isn’t around?

your fingers hover over the keyboard, a million things you want to say filling your head.

but instead, you type the safest answer possible.

you can almost see him nodding at your response, thinking that’s enough and for the first time in your life, you realize you’re done waiting for him to see you.

days pass. then weeks. you barely speak to sohee. you barely speak to him. riki still sends the occasional message, still smiles at you in the halls, but it’s different now. nothing is the same and yet, he still never asks you what’s wrong.

one afternoon, you sit alone in the library, staring at a book you aren’t reading. footsteps approach, but you don’t bother looking up.

“hey, stranger.” your stomach twists. you glance up, meeting his gaze. riki stands there, hands in his pockets, looking at you like he’s just now realizing how far apart you’ve grown.

“you’ve been distant lately,” he says, brows furrowing. “everything okay?” a bitter laugh escapes your lips.

now he notices.

you search his face, waiting for something. a flicker of recognition. a sign that he knows what he’s done, but all you see is confusion. like he truly has no idea. like he hasn’t spent the last few months breaking you without even realizing it.

you exhale, closing the book in your hands. “yeah, riki,” you say quietly, standing up. “everything’s fine.”

a lie.

but this time, you don’t care if he believes it. you brush past him without a word, heart pounding in your chest. but before you can take another step, fingers wrap around your wrist.

gentle...familiar…

your breath catches as you freeze in place. “wait,” riki says, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “what’s going on with you?”

you swallow, willing yourself to stay composed. you can’t do this. you won’t do this. so you force a laugh, shaking off his grip. “nothing’s going on, riki. you’re imagining things.” he doesn’t let go.

“that’s a lie.” your stomach twists. you’ve never heard him sound like this before—frustrated, desperate.

he tugs you slightly, forcing you to turn toward him. when your eyes finally meet, something in his expression shifts. like he finally sees you.

not just as his best friend. not as the person he left behind. but as someone who’s been hurting for a long, long time.

his grip loosens, his fingers barely holding onto yours now. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice cracks. “why didn’t you say anything?”

you shake your head, blinking back the sting in your eyes. “and say what, riki?” the words taste bitter on your tongue. “that i was stupid enough to think you liked me? that i spent years waiting for you, only for you to ask me to help you get with my best friend?”

his eyes widen, “n/n…” you laugh, but it comes out broken. “it doesn’t matter now.”

but riki is still looking at you like he’s just now realizing everything. like he’s trying to piece it all together. and the worst part? you don’t even want him to anymore. because it’s too late. it has to be.

you pull away first.

for the first time in your life, you are the one to walk away. and this time, you don’t stop to wonder if he’ll come after you. but just as you reach the door, just as you think this is it…

“wait.”

his voice is barely above a whisper, but it stops you in your tracks. you don’t turn around. you can’t. because if you do, you might break. the silence stretches between you, heavy, suffocating.

“i think…i messed up.”

your heart stutters. slowly, you turn your head, just enough to see the look on his face. regret. realization.

like he’s just now understanding what he’s about to lose. your breath catches, fingers trembling at your sides and then—

“n/n, i—” the door swings open.

sohees voice rings out. “riki! there you are, i’ve been looking for you.” your stomach drops and riki stiffens. in that single moment, as he hesitates between you and her, you realize something. even if he’s finally starting to see you—

it might already be too late.

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