───── 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
FLUFF & wc. 1600 / kissing , skinship , petnames ｡｡
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.
