#fluff riki

★ 요약 - based off of this reel, in which your boyfriend riki can’t stop bragging about how cute you are while you’re sleeping on the couch.

warnings : none ( proceeds to write down som anyway) , straight fluff, skinship, established relationship, enhypen members cameo, cat-like attributes for reader, bunch of cat nicknames from riki. ( please for the love of God don’t take this in a pick-me way, some people are just really that small and dainty (not me tho stay safe yall) ).

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── “Where’s my baby.”

Riki says, perching on the back of the couch, looking out the window. The enhypen members are all sitting on the couch next to him, some on their phones, some focusing on the dumb comedy movie playing on the tv.

“Ooh she’s there,” he points at the patio sofa through the glass window. “So cute.”

He’s not even trying to be subtle about it.

Riki is balanced on the back of the sofa like a cat, his chin resting on his hands as he stares intently through the glass door at you. You’re curled up on the patio sofa, fast asleep under a light blanket, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s currently making you the center of attention in his little world.

“Look, look, guys look.” he says all exited, finger flicking at the glass.

"Riki, she's literally just sleeping," Heeseung teases, though there's a fond smile on his face as he watches the youngest's expression.

"She's been asleep for twenty minutes. Let the girl rest.."

"But look at her," Riki insists, his voice dropping into that low, velvety tone he gets when he’s being sincere, his eyes softening in a way that he usually reserves only for the most important things in his life.

"She looks so peaceful. Like a little doll or something. How is she that cute?"

Jay lets out a dramatic sigh, leaning back and stretching his limbs. "She's precious, yeah yeah, can we watch the movie now?"

"Just a second," Riki mutters, not moving an inch.

He’s in his own world, that observant, introspective side of him taking in every detail of your sleeping form. He notices the way your hair is slightly messy against the cushion and the way your breathing is steady and calm, to him, it’s the most captivating thing in the world. He looks like he wants to run out there and wrap you in a side hug just to feel the warmth of you, but he stays put, content to just admire you from afar, his heart clearly full.

The day has been rough, you’ve been pretty busy and he hasn’t had time to take care of you, which pains him, he always feels the utmost need to provide with you, something he’s never felt before.

‘Her back must hurt from standing all day’, he thinks. ‘I bet she could use a massage, or a hug…’

He's spent so much of his life being "Ni- ki," the powerhouse, the professional, the one everyone in the industry looks up to. But with you, he gets to just be Riki. He gets to be the one who is looked after, the one who is loved without any pretenses, but most importantly, he gets to tend to you and make you the happiest girl ever.

He lets out a soft, huffing laugh, shaking his head at his own obsession. He wants to go out there, wrap his long arms around you, and pull you into his chest, but he doesn't want to disturb your rest. For now, he's satisfied with just being your biggest fan from a distance, bragging to anyone who will listen about how precious his 'kitten' is.

He's so focused on you that he doesn't even realize the members have started a quiet commentary session on his "lovesick" behavior.

Jungwon leans forward, resting his chin on his palm, watching the way Riki's eyes haven't left the glass for a single second.

"You're going to wear a hole in the window if you keep staring like that Ki," he whispers with a knowing grin.

Riki doesn't even look back at his leader; he just scoffs softly, that cool, slightly reserved persona flickering for a moment before melting back into pure adoration.

“I don’t care, isn’t she just so-” He pauses, his gaze softening as he watches a stray breeze ruffle the edge of your blanket. "she looks so small out there. Like she needs someone to make sure the wind doesn't blow her away."

"You're such a softie," Jake laughs, nudging Riki's leg. "Not so emo anymore… "

Riki finally turns his head just a fraction, a small, shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, he’s amused by the comment he received countless times, telling him he looks dark and broody, but inside he’s a sweetheart.

"Seriously though," Riki continues, his voice dropping to a hushed, reverent whisper as he gestures wildly toward the glass. "Look at her hands. They're so tiny, it's actually wild. She's literally just a little blob of something out there. If anyone even breathes too loud near that patio, I'm actually gonna lose it."

Jay snorts, leaning back with a smirk.

"You're so whipped, it's embarrassing You always out there acting so cool in front of the cameras, but the second she's around, you're a mess."

"Bro, hello, can you blame me? Have you seen my girl? " Riki retorts, a smug, lopsided grin spreading across his face.

He doesn't even try to deny it; he's too busy admiring the way the sunlight hits your hair, his biggest pride. He turns back to the window, his expression turning thoughtful and introspective, thinking about how much he wants to go out there, not to wake you, but just to sit at your feet and be near you, the way he always finds himself gravitating toward his hyungs when he needs comfort. He wants to be your protector, even if it's just shielding you from the moonlight or the stupid chill in the air.

"Riki," Sunghoon calls out softly, "the movie is starting. Sit your ass down."

"One more minute, holdon," Riki pleads like a kid who’s been taken away his Ps5. “she looks just like a cat. Should i bring her a blanket?”.

The man doesn’t even wait for an answer, making up whatever excuse to come see you. The moment the thought crosses his mind, his eyes light up with that mischievous, boyish energy he gets when he’s decided on a mission, and nex thing you know, he’s already shifting his weight, preparing to spring from the back of the couch.

"She looks just like a kitty," he thinks to himself, his gaze lingering on the way you’ve curled into a tiny, soft ball on the outdoor sofa. To him, you look precious, delicate, and entirely too comfortable to be disturbed yet, he’s already feeling that protective instinct swell in his chest.

"Riki, don’t wake her up.” Sunoo warns, though he's already smiling, knowing exactly how Riki's brain works.

"I won't wake her," Riki defends himself, his voice dropping into that determined, bold tone he uses when he's focused on a goal. “I just wanna see her.”

He’s already halfway off the couch, his movements fluid and graceful, a testament to all those years of honing his craft. He doesn't just walk; he moves with a purpose, heading toward the linen closet, his mind already racing. He isn't just looking for any blanket, no, he’s looking for the softest, warmest one, the one that feels like a hug.

As he wanders back into the living room, he passes the members, ignoring their stifled chuckles, he’s in his own world, driven by that singular, sweet goal of making sure you're cozy. He grabs a thick, plush throw and creeps toward the glass doors, pausing for a second, looking back at the members one last time with a look of intense, serious concentration as if he's about to perform the most difficult task of his life, “Stop laughing at me. One day when you’ll all have girlfriends best believe i’ll be the first one to laugh.”

He slides the door open with agonizing slowness, the sound of the track barely a whisper, steps out onto the patio, the cool night air hitting him, but he doesn't care. He approaches the sofa with soft, measured steps, his eyes fixed on youe reaching the edge of the sofa and kneeling dow, carefully, so incredibly carefully, he begins to drape the edge of the blanket over your shoulders, as he tucks it around you, he can't help himself. He leans in just a little closer, his hand hovering near your hair for a second before he gently, almost imperceptibly, brushes a stray strand away from your face.

"So cute,” he whispers, a tiny, private smile tugging at his lips, his heart doing a little skip because even in your sleep, you managed to completely disarm him and make him the weakest man in the world.

He stays there for a moment, kneeling on the patio floor, perfectly content to just watch you breathe, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

As he watches you, the comparison he’s been making in his head for months feels more undeniable than ever. It’s not just the way you curl up into a tight, cozy ball or the way you seem to find the exact sunniest or in this case, moonlit spot to nap. You have this quiet, soft energy that reminds him of a kitten sometimes a little shy, sometimes incredibly playful when you feel comfortable, but always possessing a delicate grace that makes him want to reach out and protect you. He thinks about how you can be so tiny and soft one moment, and then so bold and spirited the next, much like a kitten discovering its own claws.

He reaches out, his fingers hovering just inches from your cheek. He’s always been someone who expresses affection through touch a side hug for a member, a pat on the head, a gentle nudge and even though he can be a bit shy about being overly "lovey dovey" with words when people are watching, his hands always seem to find you.

“Just like a baby cat.” he thinks, a fond, lopsided smile spreading across his face.

He remembers the first time he realized it. You had been tucked into the corner of the sofa, eyes half lidded and sleepy, looking up at him with that specific, curious gaze that felt so familiar. In that moment, his heart had done that strange, fluttering thing, and he’d realized he didn't just like you; he felt a deep, instinctive need to look after you.

Slowly, emboldened by the silence of the night and the fact that you’re still deep in dreamland, he lets his hand descend. He doesn't quite pet you, he doesn't want to startle you but he lets the back of his knuckles graze your temple, a feather light touch that is purely, unadulterly affectionate.

"My pretty girl.” he breathes, the words so quiet they’re barely a vibration in the air.

He stays there, kneeling on the hard patio floor, completely unbothered by the discomfort. He’s a dancer; he knows how to hold a pose, how to endure, how to be disciplined, but this isn't discipline, it’s a necessity.

Inside, through the glass, he can see the blurry shapes of the members moving around, but to Riki, the world has shrunk down to just this patio, this blanket, and the sleeping girl who holds his heart between her palms.

The feather light touch of his knuckles against your temple is what finally pulls you from the depths of sleep. It’s a sensation so gentle, so familiar, that you don't even startle; instead, you let out a tiny, soft sigh, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you slowly blink your eyes open.

The first thing you see is the moonlight filtering through the trees, and the second thing you see is him.

Riki is kneeling right there, his face just inches from yours. In the dim light, his features look softer, more vulnerable than the Ni- ki the world sees on stage. His eyes are wide and filled with a warmth so intense it feels like he’s looking at something precious and fragile.

"Oh..." he breathes, his voice a low, velvety murmur that vibrates in the quiet night air.

He doesn't pull away. In fact, he leans in just a fraction more, his expression a mix of relief that you're awake and a lingering, quiet adoration.

"You're awake, kitten." He says it so naturally, so effortlessly, as if the nickname is the most obvious thing in the world.

As your vision clears, you realize you’re tucked tightly under a plush, warm blanket the one he just brought out for you. You feel the warmth enveloping you, and then you feel the weight of his gaze, which is so heavy and focused it's almost tangible.

"Did... did you bring this?" you mumble, your voice thick with sleep, your eyes still a little heavy.

Riki’s cheeks flush a faint pink in the moonlight, a rare moment of him being caught in his "sweetheart" side. He tries to regain a bit of that composed, 'chalant' demeanor, but the way he can't stop his eyes from searching for yours gives hism away.

"You looked cold," he says simply, though his hand doesn't leave your vicinity. Instead, he moves it from your temple to the side of your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with an incredible, hesitant tenderness. . "And you were sleeping so deeply, i didn't want to disturb you.”

He pauses, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again, his voice dropping even lower, becoming that intimate, private version of himself that he only shows when it's just the two of you or when he's feeling particularly bold.

"You're so cute when you sleep," he confesses, his shy side warring with his desire to be honest. "I was just telling the hyungs... you look just like a little cat."

He gives you a small, lopsided grin, he looks like he's waiting for your reaction, his heart clearly on his sleeve, completely unbothered by the fact that his members are probably watching him through the glass with funny things to say.

“Mmh” you take his hand in yours, smiling “you’re cute. come lay down with me” you make space in the sofa for him behind you.

A soft, embarrassed huff escapes his lips, but he can't hide the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Me? Cute?" he repeats, his voice a playful, low rumble, trying to reclaim a bit of his bravado. "I’ve done nothing but prove i’m an alpha wolf, you always do me dirty.”

But he doesn't argue for long. As you shift to make space, patting the spot behind you, his indulgent side takes over. He doesn't hesitate, moving with that effortless, feline grace of his, sliding onto the narrow sofa. He settles in behind you, his large frame providing an immediate, comforting warmth.

Riki doesn't just sit near you; he pulls you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist to tuck you securely into his space. It’s that affectionate, protective side of him coming out in full force the way he always wants to be physically connected to the people he loves. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck, and you can feel the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart against your back.

"Better?" he whispers, his voice vibrating through your spine.

He closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of your hair, finally letting himself relax. Through the glass door, you can see the faint, blurry silhouettes of the members still watching. You can almost hear Jay and Heeseung teasing him silently, but Riki doesn't care. He pulls the blanket up higher, covering both of you, and squeezes you just a little tighter.

"Don't go back to sleep too fast," he murmurs into your ear, his tone turning slightly mischievous as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. "Because if you do, I might start bragging about how cute you are all over again. I swear that’s all i do these days."

You let out a soft, sleepy giggle, the sound muffled by the plush blanket and the warmth of his chest. Even in your drowsy state, you can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks, and you know he’s probably blushing hard enough to rival a bonfire.

"They’re literally watching you through the glass. They're gonna think you've gone soft."

He scoffs, but there’s no real bite to it. Instead, he nuzzles closer, his nose brushing against your cheek in a way that feels incredibly cat like, mirroring the very nickname he gave you.

"Let em watch," he mutters, his voice dropping into that nonchalant tone he uses when he's trying to act like he isn't totally whipped. "they're just jealous cause they don't have a kitten to cuddle."

He shifts his weight, pulling you even tighter against him until there's no space left between you. His long legs tangle with yours, and his large hands rest protectively over your stomach, anchoring you to him. It’s a heavy, grounding sensation that makes you feel incredibly safe.

"Seriously though," he whispers, his tone shifting back to that sweet, earnest version of himself as he kisses the top of your head. "Stay awake for a little longer. I missed you today."

You hum in response, closing your eyes and melting into his embrace. The cool night air from the patio is kept at bay by the thick blanket and the overwhelming warmth of his body. As you drift back toward the edge of sleep, the last thing you feel is the gentle, rhythmic stroking of his thumb against your hand, and the quiet, contented sigh of a boy who is exactly where he wants to be.

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