Youâre writing is AMAZING, i seriously love it, you really have good ideas on how to place the events of the storyline, i rlly like the way your write. So could you like write an enemies to lovers with Niki? Itâs been on my mind for a long time, like theyâve known each other since childhood and sheâs bsf with his sister, and yk, they cant tolerate each other but then they get stuck together or sum thing happens (depends on you) and the lines between hatred and the undeniable tension between them starts to blur. The reader is sassy, a bit of a b, but deep down sheâs a good person and has a nice heart, while Niki gives off the image of play boy but heâs a actually a hopeless romantic when he really loves someone. I hope you consider this and thank you!
What happened inside the closet?
Bsf brother Riki x reader
Sypnosis: you and Riki have been sworn enemies for year, but something changed about him in university, heâs more..mature, the hatred between you guys snapped after a night at a party.
Warning: enemies to lovers, flufff, suggestive, forced proximity
now playingđ§- Polaroid love-enhypen
đa/n: im pretty sure youâve waited long enoughđđ I did took a lot of time writing this, I still feel like itâs a bit rush tho lemme know what u think! hope you enjoy!!!
If someone had told you back in kindergarten that you would still be forced to look at Nishimura Rikiâs face in university, you probably would have cried.
Back then, he was just Eunchaeâs annoying younger brotherâthe tall, gangly kid who always managed to ruin your perfectly planned playdates. Because his parents and yours were practically inseparable, and because Eunchae was often put in charge of keeping an eye on him, Riki was the permanent third wheel to your childhood. Youâd be painting your nails on Eunchaeâs bedroom floor, and Riki would drag a plastic sword across the carpet. Youâd be trying to study in middle school, and heâd be blasting music down the hall.
You developed a sharp tongue early on, mostly as a survival mechanism against his endless teasing.
"If you roll your eyes any harder, youâre going to lose them in the back of your skull," heâd scoffed at you when you were fourteen.
"If you open your mouth for one more second, Iâm going to make sure your video game console mysteriously ends up in the trash," youâd fired back without missing a beat.
It was a delicate balance of mutual irritation that lasted for over a decade.
Then, university happened.
You and Eunchae moved into the dorms together, thrilled to finally have your own space. But Riki enrolled at the exact same campus six months later. And somehow, in the span of a single gap year, the scrawny kid who used to steal your juice boxes had completely transformed.
Suddenly, he was towering over six feet tall. His shoulders had broadened out under black leather jackets, his jawline had sharpened into something dangerously defined, and his voice had dropped an octave into a low, gravelly rasp that made half the girls on campus turn their heads whenever he spoke in the hallway.
He didn't tag along with you and Eunchae as much anymore. Heâd built his own group of friends fastâa set of ridiculously attractive guys named Jay, Jungwon, Heeseung, Sunghoon, Jake, and Sunoo. Together, they practically ran the social scene on campus.
And you hated how much you noticed.
You hated the way your eyes instinctively tracked him whenever he walked past your lunch table. You hated the sharp, dangerous pull in your chest whenever you saw him leaning casually against a doorframe, his dark hair falling into his eyes while he laughed at something Jay said.
Most of all, you hated that he was a total player.
Youâd seen it with your own eyes at the first frat party of the semester. Youâd been standing near the red cups, sipping a lukewarm drink while waiting for Eunchae, when you saw Riki leaned up against the kitchen counter, charming a blonde girl in a short dress. An hour later, when you walked past the patio, he was leaning against the railing, chatting up an entirely different girl with that same unbothered, devastating smirk.
Playboy, youâd thought, rolling your eyes so hard it hurt. Typical.
What you didn't know was that two weeks later, on a freezing Tuesday evening, Riki had been walking back to his dorm after a late dance rehearsal. Heâd taken a shortcut behind the campus library, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, when he heard a quiet, high-pitched voice coming from the alleyway.
He had paused, stepping into the shadows.
There you were. You were wearing your oversized beige sweater, crouching down in the damp alley right beside a rusted dumpster. In your lap was a small tin of wet cat food youâd clearly bought from the convenience store, and right in front of you was a filthy, terrified stray cat shivering in the cold.
Your usual sharp, biting expression was completely gone. Your face was soft, your eyes wide and full of gentle warmth as you whispered to the tiny animal, carefully reaching out one finger to let it sniff your hand before gently scratching behind its ears.
"Eat up, little guy," you had murmured, your voice so soft Riki barely recognized it. "You're safe now. Don't worry."
Riki had stood frozen in the dark alley for five full minutes, watching you carefully wrap your scarf around the cat to keep it warm while it ate. His heart had hammered against his ribs so violently he was genuinely afraid youâd hear it.
That night, the sharp-tongued, sassy girl who spent years giving him attitude completely shattered in his mindâleaving behind someone he couldn't get out of his head no matter how hard he tried.
"Drink!" Eunchae laughed loudly, shoving a plastic cup into your hand. "Come on, it's Jay's parents' house! Theyâre out of the country for a month, we are going all out!"
The house was massiveâa sprawling, two-story modern mansion on the edge of the city. The party had been packed hours ago, but now that it was past 2:00 AM, only the inner circle remained. The music had been turned down to a low bass hum, and the remaining crowd was thoroughly, blissfully tipsy.
It was just you, Eunchae, a couple of her friends, and the boys scattered across the massive leather sofas in the living room.
"I'm bored," Jake groaned, slumping over the back of the couch. "We need to do something."
"Hide and seek," Jungwon announced, slurring slightly as he stood up, pointing a finger at Jay. "Massive house. Pitch black upstairs. Jay and I are seeking. Everyone else has two minutes to hide."
"Are we twelve?" you scoffed, leaning back against the cushions and crossing your arms.
"Shut up, it's fun when you're drunk," Eunchae giggled, already scrambling up from her seat. "Go, go, go!"
Before you could argue, the living room erupted into chaotic laughter as everyone scattered toward the hallways. You let out a exasperated sigh, groaning as you stood up. You didn't actually want to get caught first and endure Jungwon's gloating, so you headed up the grand staircase, turning down a quiet, dimly lit hallway away from the noise.
You found a tall double door at the end of the hallâa walk-in linen closet filled with extra blankets and towels.
You slipped inside, pulling the door until it was nearly shut, leaving only a tiny sliver of light from the hallway visible. The air smelled like clean lavender and laundry detergent. You squeezed yourself into the far corner behind a stack of heavy quilts, holding your breath.
Outside, you heard heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs.
"I hear someone upstairs!" Jayâs voice echoed down the corridor.
Suddenly, the closet door creaked open. A tall silhouette slipped inside, closing the door completely, plunging the space into absolute, pitch-black darkness.
"Hey! Takenâ" you started to snap in a hushed voice, reaching out to push the intruder away.
Your hands slammed directly into a broad, hard chest clad in warm cotton. A large, cool hand instantly shot out in the dark, snapping over your mouth to smother your words.
"Shut up," a deep, gravelly voice rasped right against your ear.
Your blood ran hot instantly. You tried to wrench your face away from his palm, your hand coming up to grab his wrist. "Get out," you tried to mumble against his skin, but his grip was firm, holding you still.
"I said be quiet," Riki hissed softly, his voice dropping into that dangerously low register that made your skin prickle. "Jay is right outside the door."
Sure enough, the sound of heavy footsteps slowed down directly in front of the linen closet.
"I know someone's down here..." Jungwonâs voice drifted through the thin wood paneling.
In the tiny, cramped space, the reality of the situation hit you all at once. The closet was barely three feet wide. Riki was massive, his broad shoulders practically blocking the door, and to avoid knocking over the shelves, he had no choice but to press himself completely flush against you.
His chest was rising and falling heavily against yours. You could feel the intense, radiating heat of his body through his shirt, the sharp scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the faint smell of rain completely filling your lungs.
Your breath hitched. You stopped struggling against his hand.
In the pitch black, your eyes gradually adjusted to the faint light leaking through the crack under the door. You could see the sharp outline of his jaw, his dark hair falling wildly over his forehead, and those sharp, dark eyes locked directly onto yours.
He was so close. Millimeters away.
His hand was still covering your mouth, his long fingers cupping your cheek, his thumb resting right against the corner of your lip. You could feel the heavy, erratic thud of his pulse beneath his wrist where your fingers were still holding him.
Outside, the footsteps finally began to fade away toward the master bedroom.
The silence between you turned heavy, thick with a sudden, suffocating friction that had nothing to do with the game of hide and seek. The old, comfortable layer of mutual irritation completely dissolved, replaced by a sudden, terrifying electric current snapping between your skin.
Slowly, deliberately, Riki dragged his hand down from your mouth. His fingers slid down your jaw line, his calloused thumb gently brushing against your bottom lip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"You always have to have the last word, don't you?" he whispered hoarsely, his breath fanning across your lips.
"You're the one who invaded my spot," you breathed back, your voice cracking slightly. You wanted to sound sharp, sassy, unbotheredâbut you were completely failing. Your heart was hammering so hard against your ribs you were sure he could feel it pressing into his chest.
"Your spot?" Riki let out a low, breathless chuckle, his dark eyes dropping down to your lips. He leaned in a fraction of an inch closer, his chest pressing heavier against yours, trapping you entirely against the back wall. "You don't own the house."
"What?" he rasped, his voice dropping another octave. His hand slid down to wrap firmly around your waist, his long fingers digging into the fabric of your sweater, anchoring you to him. "Tell me to move."
You opened your mouth to say it, to throw a biting insult at him like you always did. But the words completely died in your throat. You couldn't stop looking at his lips. You couldn't stop feeling the overwhelming, crushing weight of his body pressed against yours in the dark.
Riki tilted his head, his gaze burning into yours with a raw, intense hunger that made your knees turn to water. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you an inch higher, his lips hovering so close to yours that you could feel the physical warmth of them.
He was going to kiss you. And God help you, you were going to let him.
The closet door suddenly swung wide open. Brilliant, harsh light from the hallway flooded into the cramped space.
"Foundâoh," Jayâs voice cut through the air.
Jay stood in the doorway, a red plastic cup in his hand, looking at the two of you crammed into the corner. Rikiâs hand was still wrapped around your waist, his face still hovering inches from yours, both of your chests heaving.
Jayâs eyes darted between you and Riki. A slow, devastatingly smug smirk spread across his face.
"Well, well," Jay drawled, leaning against the doorframe and taking a slow sip of his drink. "Don't let me interrupt."
Jayâs smug smirk felt like a splash of ice water directly to your face.
You snapped back to reality so hard it gave you physical whiplash. Pushing against Rikiâs chest with both hands, you scrambled backward, your head hitting a stack of neatly folded bath towels on the shelf behind you. Riki didn't move immediately; he took his sweet time unspooling his fingers from your waist, his dark eyes lingering on your flushed face for one agonizing second longer before he slowly turned to face Jay.
"Shut up, Jay," Riki muttered, his voice still thick and gravelly from the heavy atmosphere inside the closet. He ran a hand through his dark hair, stepping out into the bright hallway as if he hadn't just been milliseconds away from pinning you against a wall.
"I didn't say a word," Jay chuckled, raising his red cup in a mock toast as you brushed past them both, keeping your head down, your face burning a violent shade of crimson.
"We're leaving," you snapped quietly, heading straight for the stairs.
Ten minutes later, you were standing by Rikiâs sleek black sedan in Jayâs driveway. The cool night air hit your cheeks, but it did nothing to bring down the sudden, scorching fever running through your veins. Eunchae was completely out of itâgiggling nonsensically while slumping against the passenger side door.
"Get in the back with her," Riki said quietly, unlocking the car with a click of his key fob.
You didn't argue. You helped Eunchae tumble into the backseat, sliding in right beside her. She instantly laid her head in your lap, mumbling something about wanting chicken nuggets before passing out completely.
Riki climbed into the driver's seat. He adjusted his rearview mirror, his sharp eyes catching yours in the glass for a brief, dangerous second before he put the car in drive and pulled out onto the quiet, suburban street.
The drive back to campus was suffocatingly quiet.
Usually, rides with Riki were filled with low-grade bickeringâyou criticizing his driving, him mocking your music taste, Eunchae complaining about both of you. But tonight, the air inside the car felt heavy, pressurized, charged with the lingering ghost of how close his lips had been to yours in that dark closet.
Every time Riki shifted gears, his broad shoulders moved under his jacket, and you found your eyes helplessly fixed on the back of his neck, his dark hair curling slightly against his collar. Your heart was still hammering a erratic rhythm against your ribs.
When the car finally rolled to a stop outside your dorm building, the silence stretched thin.
You gently nudged Eunchae awake. "Eunchae, wake up. We're home."
"Mmgh... five more minutes," she grumbled, burying her face into your sweater.
You sighed, looking up toward the front seats. Riki had turned off the ignition. He sat with his hands resting on the steering wheel, looking straight ahead into the dark parking lot.
"I'll help you get her upstairs," he said softly.
"No," you answered quicklyâa little too quickly. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your usual snappy, unbothered posture. "I've got her. She can walk if I hold her arm. You can go back to your dorm."
Riki turned his head slowly, resting his elbow on the center console as he looked back at you. The streetlamps outside cast long, golden shadows across his sharp features. His expression was completely unreadable, but his dark eyes were intense, tracking the way your hands were nervously clutching Eunchaeâs jacket.
"You sure?" he asked, his deep voice dropping into a register so soft, so completely devoid of his usual sarcastic bite, that it made your breath catch in your throat.
"Yeah," you whispered, unlatching the door.
You managed to haul a half-asleep Eunchae out of the car. Just as you were about to pull the heavy door shut, Rikiâs voice stopped you in your tracks.
You paused, looking back through the open door.
Riki was watching you, his jaw slightly tight, his thumb casually tracing the leather of the steering wheel.
"Goodnight," he said softly. Not 'See ya, shorty,' or 'Don't let Eunchae throw up on your shoes.' Just a quiet, genuine... goodnight.
"Night," you breathed, slamming the door shut before he could see the way your face flushed all over again.
Upstairs in your room, after tucking a snoring Eunchae into her bed, you collapsed onto your own mattress, staring wide-eyed at the dark ceiling. Your mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour, replaying every single second of the closet. The heavy weight of his hands, the scent of his cologne, the way his dark eyes had darkened right before Jay opened the door...
Why did he look at me like that? you thought frantically, burying your face into your pillow with a quiet groan. Heâs a player. He was flirting with two different girls at the frat house last week. It meant nothing to him.
What you didn't knowâwhat you couldn't possibly guess as you tossed and turned all nightâwas that three buildings over, in a third-floor dorm room, Nishimura Riki was pacing his floor like a caged animal.
He had his shirt off, his dark hair messy, a half-empty bottle of water sitting forgotten on his desk. He kept running his long fingers through his hair, his mind completely hyper-fixated on the memory of your soft, breathless voice in the dark, the way your waist had felt beneath his hands, and the agonizing realization that he had been a hair's breadth away from finally, finally kissing you after months of losing his mind over you.
For the next two weeks, you made it your personal mission in life to avoid Nishimura Riki.
It wasn't easy, considering his sister was your best friend and roommate, but you became a master of evasion. You buried yourself in the library, claiming you had "massive midterms" to study for. Whenever Eunchae mentioned Rikiâs nameâ"Riki said his dance group has a showcase," or "Riki asked if we wanted to grab dinner"âyour face would instantly burn, and youâd make up an excuse to leave the room.
"Are you sick or something?" Eunchae asked one afternoon, leaning over her desk to stare at you. "Every time I bring up my brother, you turn bright red and look like you're about to jump out the window."
"I'm fine!" you snapped, perhaps a bit too loudly, violently flipping a page of your textbook. "I'm just tired. I don't care about your brother."
Eunchae narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but thankfully, she dropped it.
The real problem was campus.
University was big, but not big enough to escape the most popular group of guys on the quad. Every time you walked across the central courtyard toward the student center, the boys seemed to be sitting on the concrete steps, hanging out.
And Riki was always right in the middle of them.
On a bright Thursday afternoon, you were rushing past the courtyard with a iced coffee in one hand and a stack of notebooks in the other, wearing your sharpest blazer and a pair of sunglasses, trying to look as unbothered and sassy as humanly possible.
As you passed the steps, you felt a wave of eyes on you.
Jay was leaning back on his elbows, a knowing grin spreading across his face the second he spotted you. He nudged Riki sharply in the ribs with his elbow.
"Look who it is," Jay drawled loud enough for the whole group to hear.
Riki, who had been lazily scrolling on his phone, instantly lifted his head. His eyes locked onto you, his dark gaze tracking your every step with a sharp, laser-focused intensity.
Sunoo let out a dramatically loud sigh, leaning over to whisper something in Jakeâs ear, making Jake burst out laughing. Sunghoon just shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Rikiâs knuckles turn white against his phone.
"Hey! Sassy!" Sunoo called out cheerfully, waving at you. "Where are you rushing off to?"
You stopped in your tracks, lowering your sunglasses to glare at them. "To mind my own business. You guys should try it sometime."
Sunoo gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Ouch! Sharp as ever!"
"Ignore them," Jungwon chimed in, tossing an apple from hand to hand, his eyes darting mischievously between you and Riki. "Riki was just telling us how much he loves linen closets. Very spacious, right, Riki?"
A chorus of quiet hoots and chuckles erupted from the guys.
Rikiâs head snapped toward Jungwon, his jaw tightening so hard a visible muscle ticked in his cheek. "Shut the hell up, Jungwon," Riki growled softly, though his ears turned a subtle, dark shade of red.
He stood up from the concrete steps in one fluid, intimidating motion, towering over his friends. He didn't look at them; his sharp, dark eyes were fixed entirely on you. The broad expanse of his shoulders filled out his simple black denim jacket, and despite yourself, your pulse did a traitorous little flip in your chest.
"You going to the library?" Riki asked, stepping away from the group and taking two slow, deliberate steps toward you. His voice had dropped into that low, quiet tone that seemed meant only for your ears.
"Yes," you said sharply, adjusting your grip on your books, mentally fighting off the heat rising up your neck. "Where people actually go to work."
A small, infuriatingly handsome smirk tugged at the corner of Rikiâs lips. "Right. Work." He stepped a fraction closer, lowering his head slightly. "You've been spending a lot of time there lately. Almost feels like you're hiding from someone."
"I don't hide from anyone," you shot back, lifting your chin, throwing your sharpest, most biting glare right into his eyes. "Especially not from you, Nishimura."
Behind him, Sunghoon let out a low whistle. "Damn, Riki. She's chewing you up."
Riki completely ignored his friends. He just stared down at you, his dark eyes sparkling with a dangerous mix of amusement, frustration, and a sheer, undeniable hunger that made your stomach drop to the floor.
"Good," Riki murmured softly, his voice a low rasp that sent goosebumps down your arms. "Because I'm getting real tired of looking for you."
The final exam of the semester ended at 4:00 PM on a sweltering Friday, and by 10:00 PM, half the campus was packed into another sprawling frat house off University Avenue.
You had decided that two weeks of hiding in the library was more than enough. You were done overthinking. You were done jumping every time Eunchaeâs phone buzzed with a text from her brother. Tonight was about celebrating, drinking, and proving to yourself that Nishimura Riki had absolutely zero hold over your mind or your heart.
To reinforce that point, youâd dressed to kill.
You wore a sleek, backless black halter top paired with short denim skirt, your sharp eyeliner perfectly winged, and a deep red lipstick that practically screamed don't mess with me.
"Oh, you look lethal," Eunchae had squealed when you walked out of the dorm bathroom. "If my brother sees you in that, heâs going to drop dead."
"I don't care what your brother thinks," youâd scoffed, rolling your eyes while secretly making sure your hair fell perfectly over your shoulders.
Now, an hour into the party, the bass was thumping through the floorboards, red cups were everywhere, and the living room was a wall-to-wall crowd of dancing students. You were standing near the kitchen island with a vodka-cranberry in hand, laughing as a guy named Minhoâa handsome sophomore from the business departmentâtried his absolute best to flirt with you.
"So you're saying you actually passed Professor Kang's finals?" Minho asked, leaning against the counter, a charismatic grin on his face. "You must be a genius."
You tilted your head, giving him a playful, sassy smirk. "Or maybe you're just lazy, Minho."
He laughed, leaning a little closer, his hand coming up to gently rest near your arm on the counter. "Ouch. You're mean. I like it."
You were about to reply when a sudden, frigid draft seemed to sweep through the warm kitchen.
You turned your head slightly, and your stomach took a violent, heavy plunge.
Standing in the kitchen doorway was Riki.
He was leaning against the frame, a cold drink in his hand, wearing a simple fitted dark shirt that clung to his broad chest and shoulders. But he wasn't looking at the party. His dark, sharp eyes were locked onto Minhoâs hand near your arm, his jaw clamped so tight you could see the sharp muscle ticking violently in his cheek.
Beside him, Jake took one look at Rikiâs face and winced, leaning over to whisper something. Riki didn't even hear him. His dark gaze slowly dragged up to meet yours across the crowded room.
The look in his eyes wasn't just annoyedâit was terrifyingly, intensely possessive. The "playboy" facade was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, green-eyed monster that sent a wave of liquid fire straight down your spine.
"Anyway," Minho continued, oblivious to the lethal aura radiating from the doorway, "a few of us are heading to an after-party downtown later. You should come with meâ"
Before Minho could finish his sentence, a tall, broad frame physically moved between the two of you, completely blocking Minho from your line of sight.
A large, heavy, calloused hand clamped firmly around your wristânot hurting you, but holding you with an iron grip that left zero room for negotiation.
"She's busy," Rikiâs deep, gravelly voice cut through the air like a blade.
Minho blinked, startled by the sudden intrusion. "Woah, dude. Who are you?"
Riki didn't even turn around to look at Minho. His dark, fierce eyes were pinned entirely on you, tracking the way your lips parted in shock.
"We're leaving," Riki growled softly to you, his fingers tightening around your wrist as he began tugging you toward the back exit of the house.
"Riki! Let go of me!" you gasped, your sassy pride flaring up instantly as you tried to wrench your arm back. "What the hell is your problem?!"
Riki didn't answer. He just pulled you through the back door and out into the cool, dark night air, shutting the loud noise of the party behind you.
He dragged you down the back porch steps and into the quiet, tree-lined alley behind the frat house before he finally let go of your wrist.
You stumbled back a step, rubbing your wrist, your face burning with a mix of fury and intense, suffocating embarrassment.
"Are you insane?!" you yelled, glaring at him, your hands coming up to your hips. "Who do you think you are?! You can't just drag me away from someone like that!"
Riki spun around to face you. In the dim moonlight, he looked completely undoneâhis dark hair tossed, his chest heaving, his breathing heavy and ragged as he towered over you in the narrow alley.
"From someone like that?" Riki repeated, letting out a harsh, bitter laugh. "The guy was practically drooling on you! He didn't even know your name five minutes ago!"
"And what do you care?!" you snapped back, taking a furious step toward him, your sharp tongue swinging like a weapon. "You don't own me, Nishimura! You go around flirting with half the girls on campusâI saw you at the party two weeks ago! Blonde girl at eleven, brunette at midnight! You're a total playboy, so don't act like you have any right to judge who I talk to!"
The alley went dead silent.
Riki froze. He stared down at you, his mouth slightly open, a look of complete, utter disbelief washing over his sharp features.
"Is that... is that what you think?" Riki asked, his deep voice suddenly dropping into a low, quiet rasp that made your anger falter.
"I don't think it, I saw it!" you declared, though your voice lacked some of its previous bite under his intense stare.
Riki took three long, sudden strides, closing the distance between you until he was standing directly in your personal space, his broad frame completely blocking out the streetlights.
"You absolute idiot," Riki whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling slightly with a raw, desperate emotion that completely caught you off guard. "The blonde girl was asking for Directions to Jay's house. The brunette was my cousin from Tokyo who was visiting for the weekend."
Your heart stopped dead in your chest. "What...?"
"I don't care about any of those girls!" Riki growled, his hands coming up to frame your face, his cool palms pressing against your burning cheeks, forcing you to look straight into his dark, shining eyes. "I haven't looked at another girl in months! I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't dance without seeing your face everywhere I go!"
Your throat clicked shut. Your mind went entirely, beautifully blank.
"I've been obsessed with you since high school," Riki confessed, his voice breaking softly, his thumbs gently tracing your cheekbones, all his unbothered, cool-guy armor completely shattering right in front of you. "I hated that you were my sister's friend because I thought I'd never have a chance. I watch you feed stray cats in the alley behind the library like a loser. I almost lost my mind in that closet because all I wantedâall I've ever wantedâwas to kiss you until you couldn't breathe."
Tears pricked at the back of your eyes. The sharp, sassy defense mechanisms youâd built up over years completely crumbled into dust under the sheer weight of his words.
"Riki..." you breathed softly, your hands coming up to cover his wrists.
"I love you," Riki rasped, his forehead dropping down to rest against yours, his entire body trembling with the relief of finally saying it. "I am hopelessly, completely in love with you. So please... tell me to stop now, or I'm never letting you go."
Instead, you stood up on your tiptoes, slid your hands into his soft, dark hair, and pulled his lips down onto yours.
The kiss was explosive. All the years of banter, the hidden glances, the closet tension, and the agonizing jealousy flared up into a sudden, consuming blaze. Riki let out a low, rough growl against your mouth, his arms locking around your waist like steel bands, lifting you completely off your feet as he slammed his lips back against yours, tasting your lipstick, dominating the kiss with a deep, breathless hunger that made your knees turn to jelly.
When he finally pulled back an inch, both of your heartbeats were hammering like wild drums.
"My place," Riki gasped against your lips, his dark eyes burning into yours. "Now."
Ten minutes later, you were inside his private apartment off campus. The second the heavy wooden door clicked shut, Riki turned and pressed you against it, his mouth instantly capturing yours again in a deep, sweet, utterly addicting kiss, until your breath ran out; until your head was spinning.
He didn't rush. He held you like you were the most precious, delicate thing in the world, his long fingers tangled in your hair, his lips tasting every inch of your jaw, your neck, bringing you to the couch where he pulled you into his lap, holding you close against his broad chest.
Between soft, lingering kisses, Riki rested his chin on your shoulder, his hands loosely wrapped around your waist as you both caught your breath in the quiet, golden light of his living room.
"Be my girlfriend," Riki murmured softly against your skin, his tone so sweet and earnest it made your heart ache. "Please. I want everyone to know you're mine."
You let out a quiet, breathless laugh, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his cologne. "Yes," you whispered softly. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend, you idiot."
Riki let out a bright, triumphant laugh, kissing your temple over and over again, holding you tight as if heâd just won the world.
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly over the university campus.
Students were milling about the central quad, drinking coffee, recovering from hangovers, and chatting about the night before.
You walked down the main cobblestone path wearing one of Rikiâs oversized black hoodies over your trousers, your hand held firmly inside a large, warm, calloused palm.
Beside you, Nishimura Riki walked with a tall, proud, hopelessly smitten posture. His head was held high, a small, triumphant smirk on his lips as he casually laced his long fingers tightly through yours for the entire campus to see.
When you passed the the boys sitting on their usual concrete steps, Sunoo instantly choked on his iced coffee.
Jay looked up, a massive, victory smirk spreading across his face as he shook his head. "Told you," Jay called out smugly. "I called it back in the linen closet!"
Jungwon laughed loudly, slapping Riki on the shoulder as you walked by. "Finally! Now heâll stop whining in the group chat at 3:00 AM!"
Riki just rolled his eyes, his ears turning slightly pink, but he didn't let go of your hand for even a single second. Instead, he pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing a sweet, unbothered kiss to your knuckles right in front of everyone.
And for the first time in your life, you didn't have a single sassy comeback to give himâonly a soft, glowing smile meant entirely for him.
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