SYNOPSIS — running off the record, your university’s anonymous podcast, was supposed to be your secret—until yang jungwon, the student council president and your academic rival, figures out it’s you. after you may or may not have exposed some unflattering truths about him in your latest episode, he gives you a choice: he keeps your identity a secret, and in return, you pretend to be his girlfriend to kill a certain campus rumor. fake dating him is supposed to be simple, but between forced study dates, unexpected late-night talks, and the way he starts looking at you like it’s real, you begin to wonder—who’s really exposing who?
PAIRING — yang jungwon x fem!reader
GENRE(S) — college au, fake dating, academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, humor, light angst
WARNING(S) — mild swearing, blackmail (lighthearted), fake dating antics, academic stress, denial of feelings, suggestive in some chapters
FEATURING — enhypen, yunjin (le sserafim), rei (ive), liz (ive), chaewon (le sserafim), yuna (itzy), wooyoung (ateez), jiheon (fromis_9), karina from aespa, beomgyu from txt, xiaoting from kep1er, seungkwan from svt, felix from stray kids, winter from aespa, huening kai from txt, soobin from txt
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SYNOPSIS — it starts with a flower on your desk, then a note, then small, thoughtful gestures that make you wonder if you have a secret admirer. at first, it seems like a cute mystery, something your friends eagerly try to solve, but as the little details start adding up—the way they notice your habits, the way they know exactly what makes you smile—you realize the answer has been in front of you all along. turns out, love doesn’t always arrive with a dramatic confession; sometimes, it’s in the quiet moments, in the familiar presence of nishimura riki, who’s been waiting for you to notice him all along.
WARNING(S) — excessive fluff, lots of teasing, mutual pining, mild cluelessness, riki being a lovestruck idiot, and a very soft confession
PAIRING — nishimura riki x fem!reader
WORDCOUNT — 3.2k
it starts with a flower.
not just any flower—your favorite one, sitting neatly on your desk, petals still fresh with morning dew.
you blink at it, glancing around the classroom. your classmates are chattering away, focused on their own conversations, oblivious to the small mystery in front of you.
your best friend, nishimura riki, slides into his seat beside you, dropping his bag onto the floor. “what’s that?” he asks, nodding at the flower.
you pick it up, twirling the stem between your fingers. “i don’t know. it was just here when i got in.”
he leans in slightly, inspecting it. “secret admirer?”
you roll your eyes, but there’s a warmth creeping up your neck. “please. if someone was crushing on me, i think i’d know.”
riki hums, propping his chin on his hand. “maybe they’re just shy. or maybe,” he pauses dramatically, “it’s a test.”
“a test?” you raise a brow.
“yeah. they’re seeing if you notice the little things. If you appreciate the small gestures.”
you snort. “that’s a stretch.”
“or,” he grins, leaning back in his chair, “maybe you just have a secret admirer, and you’re too oblivious to see it.”
you shake your head, but you can’t help the small smile playing on your lips.
it keeps happening.
the next day, it’s a small packet of your favorite candies tucked into the side pocket of your backpack. the day after that, a neatly folded note, scribbled with hope you have a good day today :).
by the end of the week, your friends are invested.
“this is, like, peak romance drama,” your friend hana says, leaning forward over lunch. “it’s the kind of thing you read about in books.”
“or see in movies,” mirae chimes in. “mysterious secret admirer? unexpected love confession? this is gold.”
you groan, pushing your tray away. “you guys are making a big deal out of nothing. it’s probably a prank.”
“who even pranks people like this?” sora says, unimpressed. “this is effort. someone really likes you.”
your eyes flicker to riki, who’s listening quietly, poking at his food with his chopsticks. he hasn’t said much about the whole thing since the first flower appeared.
“what do you think, riki?” mirae asks, noticing your glance.
he looks up, chewing thoughtfully before shrugging. “i think they’re lucky to have you interested enough to care.”
something in his tone makes your stomach flip, but you brush it off.
you’re sitting at your usual spot in the library when the next note appears.
this time, it’s tucked between the pages of your textbook, as if someone had perfectly timed when you’d open it. your heart stutters as you unfold it.
you always chew on your pen when you’re thinking. you probably don’t even notice it, but i do.
your fingers tighten around the paper.
someone’s watching. someone who knows your little habits, who sees you even when you don’t see them.
you chew on your pen absentmindedly. riki reaches over and pulls it from your mouth.
“you’ll ruin your pens like that,” he teases.
your breath catches.
you always chew on your pen when you’re thinking.
it clicks all at once.
the small things—the way riki always seems to know when you’re feeling down, how he remembers your coffee order without you telling him, the way his eyes linger just a little longer than they should when you laugh.
“it’s you, isn’t it?” you blurt out one afternoon when you’re walking home together.
riki doesn’t even pretend to be confused. he shoves his hands in his pockets, a small smirk playing at his lips. “what gave it away?”
you stop in your tracks, staring at him. “you—why didn’t you just tell me?”
he shrugs. “figured it was more fun this way. besides,” his voice softens, “i wanted to see if you’d notice.”
your heart is racing, but you can’t stop the warmth blooming in your chest. “you’re an idiot.”
he grins. “maybe. but i’m your idiot.”
you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling, and when he reaches for your hand, you don’t pull away.
SYNOPSIS — you and nishimura riki have been friends since freshman year, sharing a dorm at your high school. everyone around you can see the obvious chemistry between you two, but neither of you has had the courage to admit it to each other, despite all your friends constantly teasing you. after a frustrating night of watching riki flirt with someone else, you vent on your secret burner account, posting a vague tweet about your jealousy and unspoken feelings. to your surprise, the tweet goes viral, and riki sees it, assuming it’s about another girl. bummed out, he starts pursuing the girl he thinks you’re talking about. now, you’re left feeling jealous and frustrated, unsure of what to do as riki gets closer to someone else, all while you’re desperately trying to figure out how to deal with your feelings for him—and the growing tension between you two.
PAIRING — student!riki x student fem!reader
GENRE(S) — very very short smau + written, friends to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn, fluff, crack, angst, highschool au, fluff,
WARNING(S) — swearing, awkward moments, confusion, unspoken feelings, vague flirting, side characters’ involvement in teasing, a bit of second-hand embarrassment, and potential jealousy drama
FEATURING — heeseung, jay, jake, jungwon from enhypen, rei from ive, eunchae from le sserafim, sohee from riize, wonyoung from ive, sana from twice, belle from kiss of life
SYNOPSIS — being young, rich, and in love is a full-time job. between shopping sprees on rodeo, overpriced smoothies at erewhon, and last-minute lunch plans in malibu, you and jay have perfected the art of luxury. in a city where money moves faster than traffic, the two of you reign as la’s golden couple—effortlessly stylish, endlessly unbothered, and always, always together.
PAIRING — park jongseong (jay) x fem!reader
GENRE(S) — fluff, romance, rich kids of beverly hills, luxury lifestyle, established relationship
WARNING(S) — ridiculous amounts of wealth, absurd spending, jay being a boyfriend you can only dream of, no real responsibilities
WORDCOUNT — 1.7k
AUTHORS NOTE — idk how to feel about this .... ALSO can u guys tell how much i NEED summa
jay has a hand on your thigh, thumb grazing the soft fabric of your vintage chanel mini dress as he drives down sunset boulevard in his black porsche. the windows are down, the la breeze tangling through your hair, and you’re sipping on an overpriced smoothie from erewhon—because what else would you be doing on a thursday afternoon?
“do you even like that?” he asks, glancing at the vibrant pink drink in your hands.
you shrug, taking another sip. “it’s pretty.”
he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he switches lanes effortlessly. “you just paid twenty dollars for aesthetics.”
“and?”
he smirks, squeezing your thigh before returning his hand to the wheel. “nothing, babe. just reminding myself why you’re perfect for la.”
—
by the time you reach rodeo drive, your phones are already buzzing. jake’s texting the group chat (where are you guys? rei just dropped an embarrassing amount at bottega), and sunghoon’s snap map location is hovering suspiciously close to cartier.
“bet he’s buying another watch,” jay muses, parking the car with the kind of ease only someone who’s been driving luxury vehicles since sixteen could manage.
you grin, adjusting your sunglasses as you step out onto the pristine sidewalk. “how many does he even have now?”
“too many,” jay mutters, wrapping an arm around your waist as you both stroll toward the boutiques.
inside chanel, rei is already modeling a matching tweed set in front of the mirror while sunoo gives her the harsh truth. “you already own, like, five of those.”
“yeah, but not in this shade,” she counters.
you pluck a classic black bag off the display, turning toward jay. “should i?”
he barely looks at it before nodding. “get it.”
“that was fast.”
“because you look good with anything.”
sunghoon appears then, holding a cartier bag, confirming jay’s earlier bet. “okay, who wants to do lunch? i’m thinking nobu.”
rei wrinkles her nose. “boring. let’s do georgio baldi.”
you exchange a look with jay, and without a word, he’s already pulling out his amex black card.
“get changed,” he tells you with a knowing smirk. “we’re going.”
—
you’re perched on jay’s lap in a malibu restaurant, your newly purchased chanel bag resting beside a half-empty glass of expensive wine. the ocean stretches endlessly before you, waves crashing against the shore, and the golden glow of the late afternoon sun makes everything feel even more unreal.
jay’s fingers trace idle patterns on your thigh, his other hand holding his wine glass. “thinking about something?”
you tilt your head, meeting his gaze. “just that we’re really them.”
he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “we always have been, baby.”
because at the end of the day, it’s not just about the money or the luxury—it’s about you and him. the golden couple. young, rich, and forever unbothered.
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、vivi says .. this is so corny bai
nanwu was the kind of place where everything felt a little slower, where the summers smelled like jasmine and asphalt, and where the shopkeepers knew your name before you even introduced yourself. it wasn’t a bad place to grow up—just small. small enough that everyone knew each other’s business, and small enough that no matter where you turned, yang jungwon was always there.
tonight, the streets were alive with the usual weekend energy—kids running ahead of their parents, old men playing cards on plastic stools outside shops, the scent of grilled lamb skewers and fresh-squeezed orange juice in the air.
“you’re late,” jungwon calls out as you weave through the crowd toward him. he’s waiting by uncle zhao’s convenience store, arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall. the neon sign overhead flickers, casting a soft glow on his face.
“i wasn’t aware we had a set time,” you retort, adjusting the strap of your bag.
mei snickers beside you. “you know how he gets.”
jungwon rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. “come on, yuxi and ren are already at the tanghulu stall.”
the streets are packed, and as you walk through the crowd, jungwon’s hand brushes against yours—once, twice, until finally, he just takes it. your heart stumbles, but you don’t pull away.
at the tanghulu stall, yuxi is already munching on a stick, and ren is haggling with the vendor for an extra skewer. jungwon orders for you without asking, handing you the one with the biggest, shiniest berries.
“you act like you know my taste,” you tease, taking a bite.
jungwon just smirks. “i do.”
he does. too well.
later, at the hotpot restaurant, the five of you squeeze into a booth, the bubbling broth steaming up the small space. yuxi and mei argue over spice levels, ren complains about the lack of cold drinks, and jungwon—jungwon just watches you, like he’s been doing all night.
“what?” you ask, nudging his knee under the table.
he leans in slightly, voice low. “you have sugar on your lip.”
you barely have time to react before he reaches forward, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. it’s such a simple action, but it sends a rush of heat to your face.
mei, ever observant, raises a brow. “huh. interesting.”
jungwon shoots her a look, but you’re already turning back to the pot, pretending to be very focused on the fish balls.
as the night winds down, the group decides to head home, splitting up at the familiar street corner. yuxi and mei exchange knowing glances as they leave, and ren just sighs dramatically before jogging off.
which leaves you and jungwon, walking the last stretch home together.
the night air is cooler now, cicadas humming softly in the distance. jungwon’s fingers find yours again, intertwining them this time.
“so,” he starts, glancing at you. “are we ever going to talk about this?”
your heart skips. “about what?”
he huffs a soft laugh, stopping in his tracks. you stop, too, looking up at him under the warm glow of the streetlamp.
“you know what,” he murmurs. “the way i look at you. the way you look at me.”
his free hand comes up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. his touch lingers, knuckles brushing against your cheek.
“if i kiss you right now, are you gonna run?” he asks, voice teasing but eyes serious.
you shake your head.
so he does.
his lips are warm, soft, lingering like he’s memorizing the moment. your hands curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and he smiles against your mouth before deepening the kiss.
when he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, breath a little unsteady.
“finally,” he murmurs.
you laugh, threading your fingers through his. “yeah. finally.”
maybe nanwu was small. maybe life here was predictable, slow, and a little boring at times.
but if jungwon was a part of it, you didn’t really mind.
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riki sat alone on the rooftop of his apartment building, the city lights stretching out in front of him. the cool night air did nothing to calm the storm inside his head. sohee’s words echoed in his mind—make up your mind. then his friends, all saying the same thing.
he exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. he already knew the answer. he had known for a while now. he just hadn’t wanted to admit it—to himself or to you.
but he couldn’t ignore it anymore. not when it was this obvious. not when the thought of you being with someone else made his chest feel tight.
with a deep breath, riki stood up, pulling out his phone. before he could overthink it, he sent you a text.
he was already grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.
when riki arrived at the park, he spotted you sitting on a bench, scrolling through your phone. the streetlights cast a soft glow on your face, and for a second, he just stood there, taking in the sight of you—someone he had spent so much time with, someone who had unknowingly turned his world upside down.
you looked up when you heard footsteps approaching. “riki?”
he didn’t say anything at first. instead, he walked over and sat down next to you, his knee barely brushing against yours.
“what’s up?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.
riki exhaled, running a hand through his hair before turning to face you fully. “i needed to see you.”
you blinked, taken aback by the seriousness in his tone. “okay…?”
he hesitated for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. then, with a slight shake of his head, he spoke.
“i like you.”
silence.
your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. your brain felt like it had short-circuited, trying to process what he just said.
riki let out a small laugh, almost disbelieving. “you there?”
your mouth opened and closed a few times before you finally managed to say, “you… what?”
“i like you,” he repeated, this time with more confidence. “and i’ve been an idiot for not saying it sooner.”
you stared at him, trying to make sense of everything. “but… you acted like—”
“i know,” he cut you off gently. “i thought i didn’t know what i wanted, but that was a lie. i knew. i was just scared.”
you swallowed, your heart pounding. “scared of what?”
riki looked at you, eyes searching yours. “scared of messing this up. of losing you.” he exhaled. “but i don’t want to run from this anymore. so, if you still feel the same way… can we figure this out together?”
your silence stretched for a second too long, making riki’s fingers twitch with nerves. but then, you nodded, a small smile forming on your lips.
“yeah,” you said softly. “we can.”
riki let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, a grin breaking out on his face. “good. because i was really hoping you’d say that.”
you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. “you’re unbelievable, you know that?”
he smirked, leaning back against the bench. “yeah, but you like me anyway.”
you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest made it impossible to deny. “unfortunately.”
riki nudged your shoulder playfully, his expression softening. “so… what now?”
you thought for a moment before meeting his gaze. “i don’t know. i guess we just… take it one step at a time?”
he nodded, his hand resting on the bench between you, fingers slightly curled like he was debating whether or not to reach for yours. “sounds good to me.”
the quiet settled between you both, but this time, it wasn’t awkward. it wasn’t filled with hesitation or unsaid words. it was comforting—like the calm after a storm.
riki tilted his head, studying you with a look you’d never seen before. “you know, i kind of want to do something.”
you raised an eyebrow. “what?”
without answering, he lifted a hand and lightly flicked your forehead.
“ow—riki!” you glared at him, rubbing the spot. “what was that for?”
he grinned, leaning back with his arms crossed. “for making me go through all this mental turmoil just to figure out what i already knew.”
you gasped dramatically. “excuse me? if anything, i should be flicking you for taking this long to confess.”
riki chuckled, but then his gaze softened, sincerity creeping into his voice. “yeah… i guess i did take too long.”
you held his gaze, heart fluttering at the rare moment of vulnerability. without thinking, you reached out, your fingers lightly brushing against his.
“but we got here,” you murmured, squeezing his hand briefly before pulling away. “that’s what matters, right?”
riki didn’t hesitate this time. he took your hand fully in his, intertwining your fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“yeah,” he said, smiling. “that’s what matters.”
and as the night stretched on, the two of you sat there—fingers entwined, hearts finally on the same page, and for the first time in a long time, no more running.
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AUTHORS NOTE — i have way too much freetime because how tf did i finish this in 3 days...
AUTHORS NOTE — first update in two days 😭 sorry i uploaded this late at night (atleast for my time zone) its bc i was out with my friends until like 9pm ..
