#jayki x reader

The rest of the morning was spent in races initiated by Riki and entertained by Heeseung. You and Wonyoung decided after failing on the bunny slopes you were better suited as cheerleaders. It was mid-afternoon when Wonyoung let you know her mentor texted her about a "fashion emergency" and had to leave. You sat by watching your friends brave the steeper slopes; they'd go so far you'd lose track of them. Taking solace in the cafe nearby ordering you and your friends your favorite drinks. With no Wonyoung, all you could do was doom-scroll until they came back up on the lift. You opened Twitter deciding to post some of the cute photos you had taken throughout the day. The sound of a bell chime and familiar voices instinctively made you raise your head. “Jake? Sunghoon?” a giant grin spread across his face. Jake bounds over to you his excitement more reassuring than you think he knows. He squeezes you tight before letting go “There you are! We were starting to think Riki made you up.” Behind him Sunghoon walks over with their own drinks a lazy smirk on his otherwise serene face. “Hey Y/N.” You quickly hug him before stopping yourself from asking. It was a force of habit if you see them Jay usually wasn’t far behind.

The sign of people coming through the door tore the attention away from you. Heeseung and Riki stumble in, they spot you and the boys straight away naturally you all fall in to rhythm it’s almost like old times. The loud chatter of friends, bets and competition hung loosely in the air, the quick playful jabs at each other. Eventually you find yourself on the slopes again waiting for the lift. Sunghoon took on teaching you after assuring that he could get you off the bunny slopes at least. The notifications of your forgotten post remind you to pressure the boys to post. You’re sure half the replies are from their fans asking for more pictures. Their groans of annoyance ring out “You think I want to have to tell you to post? I feel like your social media manager at this point.” You click one of the notifs. Immediate regret floods your body. You still had Jay's notifications on against your better judgment. He didn't post much anyway, except today apparently. You subconsiusly went to check your messages. Clearly he was active; maybe he texted you. You hated how hope fluttered in your chest. Your message, unread and unanswered, stared back at you. You had opened Twitter before you could think about it more. His post was sweet; he looked like he was having fun with her. An uncomfortable knot of resentment twists in your stomach, maybe you were more upset about the stint in front of the elevator than you thought.

“Guys, I’m starting to get cold,” you say, tearing yourself away from your phone, mentioning it to no one in particular. You look up to see all your friends buried in their phones with the same frustrated look more than a simple post should garner, and your anxiety rises. Your chest tightening as discomfort strikes you. “Uh, guys, everything okay?” Riki was the first to break the sudden group-wide trance: “Huh?” “I asked if everything was okay?” He quickly let out a sigh as he explained that Jay wanted to see if they were still meeting at the hot springs. You responded before thinking; it was unlike you.

“Did you guys still want to go?” You should’ve taken the silence and shared glances as a sign to cut your losses. Somehow, you ended up in the private springs of Jay’s family hotel with no Wonyoung and a smug Giselle perched directly next to him. Him who can’t answer a text, him who’d rather give you the silent treatment than tell you what changed, him who can’t even look you in the eye. That’s okay, you don't want to either. Two can play at that game. Yes, it was childish but wasn’t that what this entire situation was?

It should be easy enough. Jake kept the atmosphere light with his jokes, letting the otherwise awkward tension blow away. 

You almost couldn’t feel the sensation of someone’s eyes trained on you. Almost. You need a distraction, something, someone. Heeseung and Riki left you to find drinks and snacks over 20 minutes ago with no idea of when they’d be back. Sunghoon was stuck on a business call, something about the winter Olympics? Jake was too busy trying to stop himself from falling over the edge of the pool from laughing at his own jokes. You were growing restless; it isn’t like you to leave a friendship in such a grey area. So why couldn’t you turn around and ask him why? Your chest felt tight, a mix of longing and frustration making it hard to focus on anything else. 

“Secured the goods!” Heeseung’s booming voice breaks your inner turmoil, bringing you back to the moment. He and Riki come in carrying everyone’s preferences and a “special treat” as he put it. “Yes! Oh, you guys know what we have to play with this” Jake grinned, waving the bottles of vodka around. 

Truth or dare: only two rules.

When you’re asked truth or dare, you MUST answer truthfully or complete the dare if you choose to forfeit you take two shots.

You can ask anyone you’d like, even if they were asked beforehand. Simple enough, right?

Jake started. He asked a stupid question to Heeseung, “Who was your last hookup?” he grumbled, annoyed yet still answered, “Karina, she got clingy afterwards, had to cut her off.” Hee said dismissively shaking his head at thought.

Giselle shifted in her seat, clearly taken aback. You guessed that she had heard from Karina, the story must've been different if her face was any tell. You and she make eye contact, a sorry look written over your expression, only to be met with a hard one as she whips her head around, putting up her wall again. No one seems to notice besides you. Heeseung continues the game pressing the next victim, “Jay, what made you post today?” Jay answers quickly, not skipping a beat, “I don’t know? I took good pictures and wanted to post.” His voice was tight and curt as if he’d had this conversation before. You felt a flicker of defensive heat, wondering if Jay's quick answer hid something deeper, yet you stayed silent.

Jay tries to change the subject quickly, asking Riki who has settled in the hot spring next to you. “Riki, have you ever caught feelings for someone you shouldn’t have?”

The tension in the room thickens in an instant, and suddenly everyone zeros in on Riki’s answer and Jay’s tone. The inflection, the unspoken weight behind their words-it's more than just a game. “No.” It's direct, straight to the point, like his stare into the older boy’s eyes, unyielding. Jay wants to say more, you can see at the tip of his tongue, but he can’t because now it’s Riki’s turn, and he’s a loose cannon. “Jay, why are you avoiding y/n?” The air feels like it leaves your body as you wait for his answer.

You're sure that if you could see yourself right now, you would look like desperation personified. Riki's question feels like a spotlight on your own hidden doubts, though you weren’t sure if you were ready to hear the answer. Jay’s face is rigid. One would think he was unfazed, but you know better; it struck a chord. His eyes run over Riki’s face, littered with words you don’t understand, before he decides to knock back the shots and goes back to avoiding all contact once again, no more lingering stares.

Giselle takes in the room, the thick tension upheld by the silence, and she puts on the face you're used to, the one that’ll do what it takes to get ahead. “I’ll take Jay’s turn, Y/N, have you ever had feelings for someone in this room?” The question takes you off guard-you’re a spluttering mess, and she’s enjoying it. Everyone’s eyes are focused on you, waiting for an answer or even an implied answer. It’s not fair; you’re not sure how to answer a question with no answer. So you don’t, you take the two shots. You ignore Riki’s concerned face as you take a third. You shrug, not wanting to think about it. But Giselle isn’t finished; she eggs on, “ That’s an answer you know. So who is it? Actually, can I guess—”

Sunghoon chirps in, “Drop it, Giselle. Let’s just drop this game entirely, not enough alcoholic shots are being taken in the first place.” He looks over at Jake, giving him a slight nod before squeezing your shoulder, reassuring you.

Smoothly, Jake starts another game. You’re grateful for the distraction as you focus on your breathing—focus on what you can control. You won’t let it control you, not in front of her, not in front of them. A constant pressure settles on your back, the unspoken understanding. Riki’s the only one besides you who knows. Only finding out a month prior, you always assumed it was just overstimulation. Still, when a room spins, and you wake up in a hospital bed with four attending doctors all discussing you, you’re bound to get a diagnosis one way or another: anxiety disorder. You still aren’t used to the panic attacks that come with it, and you’re not sure if you ever will. For now, you keep breathing.

 The new game enthralls everyone, taking shots whenever they mess up. You’re not sure how long it’s been going on, but the new upbeat mood provides the perfect cover when you leave to enter the lodge—the shots having a greater effect on you than you thought. You stumble in finding a quiet corner with two chairs facing a window, showing the wintry grounds and the perfectly lined hedges, topped with a layer of snow. Any other time, you would appreciate the view, but the sound of approaching footsteps distracts you. He’s here, the pink tinge to his cheeks tells you he must've lost a couple rounds of Jake’s game, but he was always able to hold his liquor better than you, so what do you know.

“Can I sit?” Three words that shouldn’t make you feel fuzzy inside, yet they do—the first sentence he’s said to you in 3 months.

“Please.” So he does. What now? You rack your brain, all you’ve asked for was a chance to talk, and now that you have it? Nothing. You don’t want to, maybe then you can keep pretending as if there was nothing ever wrong. 

You both sit there, the silence stretching over you as you listen to the sounds of each other’s breaths. It’s comfortable, it’s familiar. You missed this. God, you’ve missed this. The falling flakes remind you of Christmas spent together, making cookies in the kitchen for “Santa” or when you wished you’d never have to leave your friend. It’s too much, “Jay,” you have to stop. You can hear the emotion on the edge of your voice, and you refuse to let him see you like that; he doesn’t get that version of you. Not anymore. “Y/N..” The familiar heat from earlier is back. He’s looking at your side profile, probably searching for any hint of the person he knew inside and out. You speak finally, “I’ll be honest, I don’t really want to hear an excuse. I miss you. I want to know what’s wrong, why you’ve changed, but I don’t deserve to be treated like a human plague.”

You’re looking at him fully now; he was already looking at you. His eyes usually held a calmness you always sought — a place you’d never been but could only dream of visiting. Now they are cloudy, unreadable. He breathes in deep, “I just have a lot going on,” He exhales, his eyes sweeping over your face, looking for an emotion, a hint of your thoughts. You will yourself not to look broken like he didn’t take the last of your hope with him when he uttered those words, “I thought you’d say that,” letting a tired sigh leave your lips. Nothing. All he is is a closed book. You turn, getting up from the chair, the view ruined and your mood. He sits up abruptly,

“Why are you mad at me?” Frustration laced through every word. 

You snap, “Why am I mad?” The tension is taking its toll. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re not answering my texts; you treat me like an outsider, as if I haven’t been there for you through thick and thin. Suddenly, you can’t stand to be in a room with me? You talk to Giselle of all people about your problems? I don’t know who you are anymore and I'm starting to question if I ever did.” You don’t let him answer. Ignore the bleak look on his face. You’re over it. He can tell that to whoever he wants. 

You’re back outside, grabbing your things before you know it. Now you don’t want to be here. You don’t want to be around Jay. You feel him before you hear him, as usual. The chatter of your tipsy friends helping disguise his footsteps. Riki is by your side in an instant. “You okay?” he asks, his dark eyebrows pulled together in concern. You realize it’s how he’s looked at you this entire trip, how they all have, everyone on eggshells around you and Jay, and it’s all your fault. 

“This was a mistake, Riki..”

“What? What was a mistake?” His furrowed brows deepened by the second.

“Me, being on this trip, I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t think I can do it. I can’t deal with this anymore,” You say, locking eyes with your friend, hoping he can see how this hurts you, how much it takes to step away from people you considered the closest to you. 

“You’re shivering—” “Riki—” “Please,” his voice desperate as he juts out his hands, using them to warm up your shaking arms. You had forgotten you were only in your swimsuit and a towel. You’re reminded of the frigid air around you. “Can we talk about this at the hotel? Let me walk you back?” 

Riki wasn’t gonna give up; you knew better, so you let him give a warm smile, and watched as a faint color spread across his cheeks, taking the place of the concerned expression you’d gotten used to. A welcome change. He leaves for a moment to grab his own jacket as you place your snow pants over your bottoms and finish throwing on your coat. Stopping in front of you, almost drowning in the hood of his coat, you can’t help but giggle at his appearance. You make an effort to stand on your tiptoes to take the hood out of his face. Working in tandem, he brings the sides of your jacket together and zips you up, sealing in the warmth you didn’t know you were missing. Could you really leave this friendship behind, too? You’re not sure, but you know Riki doesn’t deserve the same treatment you’ve gotten.

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☆author note: So we all know, it's been very hard to continue the story especially with how big his part in the story is. It hurts but i will forever write about enhypen's heeseung.

pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

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☆author note: i hope you can tell that time passed in some of these...

pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

When you met you quickly learned Riki’s affection choice was quality time and gift giving. It's more that he wouldn’t let you forget, he would constantly give you small gifts in exchange for giving him information about the school or even just talking to him outside the f4 club room. You thought it was sweet the first couple of times until it happened so often that you became so concerned that you finally asked why he kept bringing seemingly random gifts.

“I don’t know, I just want to.” He told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you assured him that he didn’t have to. All he did was shrug his shoulders, and walk away leaving you to watch his taller frame go. The conversation obviously did nothing as he continued on with his giving ways but it was something you learned to accept. As well as his constant want to be around his friends. Even if it was to sit in silence he’d rather it be with another person.

Wonyoung had dropped you off later than expected though you were jet lagged you didn’t feel it. in fact the time seemed to pass in a blur. Wony doing her best to make you forget your so-called best friend avoiding you like his life depended on it. She tried her best but the memory still lingered in your mind and disappointment would flash over your features, the overbearing thoughts being swept to the side by her stories and laughter at the rookie mistakes she had made while designing with her mentor. Catching up with each other had gone into the night letting you free from the events of the morning.

You enter the doors of the hotel trudging your tired body to the front desk. You pick up your room key from the way-to-cheerful-for-nearly-12-in-the-morning receptionist and head straight for the elevators. With your luggage dragging behind you, passing a few lingering guests each in their own bubble. Maybe they were like you, having too much on their mind to rest or simply wanted to get the full use of the amenities they paid so much for. Before you could ponder any longer a ding sounds from the elevator signaling its arrival. You’re met with the sight of Giselle…‘oh right she came’ you thought to yourself. A friendly tight-lipped smile is naturally placed on your face when you two make eye contact. “Y/N? ” she asks with a slight irk in her voice or at least that’s what it sounds like to you.

Truthfully you have nothing against her, She just always seemed to have a dislike for you since you transferred.

How you met was unconventional in a way. In your first week at Decelis Academy you had met her outside the boys’ “club room”—taking pictures with the door. You patiently waited for her to finish when she dropped her pose to stare at you. The sudden intense atmosphere and less than impressed expression plastered on her face showed she may have been annoyed by the impromptu audience “Did you need something?” the attitude evident in her tone “This is F4’s club room right?” The question was rhetorical it was obvious it was from the numerous confessions lining the corridor that led to the room. “Yes-” “Great, Jay made his directions confusing as hell. Should’ve asked Hee” you mumble stepping past Giselle to enter the club room.

Reaching for the handle you were instead met with Giselle’s uniform. Looking up to meet the eyes of the sudden intrusion “Um, did you need something-” you begin to ask “What makes you think you can just walk in there.” her lip quirked up in disgust. “I didn’t know I’d have to pass through security to see my friends,” you said. Letting out an awkward laugh in an effort to ease the tension. “ Friends? Aren’t you the new transfer? There’s no way you’re “friends” with the f4. making quotations in the air whenever she said the word friends. Honestly, it irked you a little bit but you let her continue on her rant. “They only talk to each other.” She stated matter of factly “Mmm and how exactly do you know that” quirking an eyebrow at her conclusive statement “i know everything about the f4” she declares proudly. “Not everything, clearly” a low voice sounded down the corridor.

Whipping your head toward the voice, you focus your eyes on the new addition to the conversation. “JAY!” you squeal as you jog into his awaiting arms, wrapping you in one of his bone-crushing hugs you hadn’t felt in so long. You finally separate, his arms still holding onto your waist—yours hung around his neck. His signature smirk settled on his face you could spot it no matter where you were “I knew you missed me.” his cockiness took over the sweet moment earning him a push to his chest and hearty laughter from the boy.

“You just had to ruin it” you respond, restraining the eye roll you want to do involuntarily.

“You’re the one who wanted to keep lying about it.” throwing his arm over your shoulder, you grab his hand automatically wrapping the other around his waist. He tugs you in bringing you closer to him as you walk back down the hall

“I would never give you that satisfaction.” You chip in glancing up at him with a scowl on your lips. His unoccupied hand takes your chin in it “Aww don’t get mad at me now princess” You push the pesky hand away.

“YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN”

“Doing what?” his eyebrows scrunch together and his lips come together in a pout, putting on an innocent façade. His favorite face to pull whenever you'd both get in trouble as kids.

“Calling me weird names!” you exclaim turning away from the piercing eye contact you had somehow accidentally started

“Princess?”

“What? Does it make you flustered? Hmm, princess?” he questions while his head bobs around trying to continue your impromptu staring contest

“Be serious Jongseong”

“Ooh, my government name I must be right then” a smug smile taking the place of his façade.

Before you know it you’re in front of a bewildered Giselle her arms crossed tightly over her chest avoiding eye contact with you both. ‘she might be embarrassed. It’s not like she knew…’ Jay doesn’t spare the girl a glance simply walking past her to the club room door. Giving her a reassuring smile to verify you wouldn’t take any of this to heart she reciprocates a half smile then with quick steps makes her escape. You didn’t realize you had been watching her departing figure until Jay taps you on your shoulder and ushers you inside the room.

That leads you to the awkward situation here today. You haven’t spoken to the girl much in the past 3 years you’ve gone to the school together even if you were in the same room. It was as if it was some unspoken rule. “Giselle! Riki told me you and Jay had planned this getaway” hope I didn’t intrude or anything. Niki invited me so I thought he got the clear from everyone…” you ramble on until Giselle cuts you off “No it’s honestly fine, Jay and Riki seemed a little tense in the car I guess I know why now” she remarks with a chuckle at the end. You shift uncomfortably at the information. She seems to notice as she quickly blurts out “Oh I’m not saying it's your fault of course. You know how guys can get they probably just had a petty disagreement” you would have believed her front if the slight twinge of excitement in her voice didn’t come through as she said it. You flinch at the unexpected tone. Rolling her shoulders back with a slight shrug “I guess Jay will tell me later, he always does” she mutters but loud enough for you to hear. A couple of months ago you would have scoffed at her words. But now you’re not even sure if you could.

The elevator doors had officially closed out your quickest escape plan. Your eyes start to wander around not exactly sure what to say to her any longer. Not really wanting to talk about your business with someone who is technically a stranger. The vibration of Giselle’s phone catches your attention, you let out a sigh of relief at the opening to take your leave. She reaches into the pockets of her cardigan, her eyes quickly scanning the screen

“Oh it’s Jay I’m gonna take this, don’t get lost Y/N the hotel is pretty big.” She points out as she walks toward the doors of the hotel to answer Jay’s call. You send her a slight wave and a tight-lipped smile in thanks for the information you never asked for— once again. She seems to have a habit of that. Telling people things they didn’t ask about.

Closing your eyes you take another deep breath in, and busy yourself with the elevator buttons before overthinking can get the best of you. You step inside, the black marble and gold accented designs make the short trip bearable giving you something else to focus on for a while. Before you know it you’re at your suite door. You fish around in your pocket for the keycard, quickly unlocking it to hopefully crash as soon as possible.

You look around the suite as the grand entrance welcomes you, leading to an open area housing the kitchen and living room, everything adorned in that same color scheme of the elevator, black and gold. Though it was dark and modern it still felt homey in its own way. It seemed like Riki didn’t put your room number to use as the hotel still looked like the pristine condition you expected it in before Riki asked. Dragging your suitcase behind you, you enter the bedroom and soon figure out why he asked for it. The room was decorated with balloons and streamers all over, a giant happy birthday sign hung from the ceiling. You chuckle to yourself thinking about his struggle of getting the sign up there. Yes, he was tall but the ceiling in here was too tall even for him.

He must have fallen asleep while waiting for you. The sound of ruffling sheets makes you turn around. You meet Riki’s droopy eyes still adjusting to the lighting of the room. “Shit Y/N, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Rubbing his face in his hands to wake himself up “Riki it’s really fine,” You say getting up from your seat on the bed “What time is it?” a stressed look overtakes his face and you can’t help but laugh lightly at the way he looks right now. Reminds you of a kid late for school with his hair splayed in different ways and evident drowsiness. “It’s 11:55” “Ok good close your eyes”

“I'm too young to die Riki.” That makes him quirk a smile. You didn’t know you missed it so much “ok ok hurry up,” he says, closing your eyes you wait patiently even when you hear suspicious noises. You finally open your eyes when you hear the tune of the happy birthday song come out in your friend’s voice. Cracking a smile you’re not sure you could put away if you tried. You quickly blow out the candles “Woah, woah, woah, why are you crying?” his hands are swiping away the fallen tears before he knows it. He chases your own wandering eyes with his,

“I’m sorry and thank you, Riki. Thank you so much.”

“Hey don't get all sentimental on me now” he says lightheartedly.

“You might hate me later if i guessed the wrong flavor for this cake”

“Never. Unless it's banana.”

☆author note: heyyyy yalllll...update!

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pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

synopsis: Returning to school after a “well-deserved” trip, you find a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all.

☆a/n: i had this ready for so long but overthinking got the best of me in my jay era fr

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pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

synopsis: Returning to school after a “well-deserved” trip, you find a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all.

The slight ache in his neck, the lag of his limbs, and the uncontrollable expression laid on his face. It was as if he was being controlled by his brain to abort the mission, which was waiting for the youngest to grab some toy he saw in the window as they were walking towards baggage claim, the others saying they'd go ahead to grab the bags.

Riki yelps as he feels his collar tugged from behind and a firm grip on his arm "Hyung, what the fuck? What's wrong?"

Eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he examined his friend's actions. Then, finally, a shout took his attention. It was you; relief washed over him at your presence, a smile draped on his lips, but he wasn't allowed to enjoy it for as long as he would've liked.

You fade from Riki's view, and his attention is taken to the one who snatched that view from him.

Pushing the "kidnapper's" arm away, he questions, "Seriously, what the hell is up with you, Hyung? I know you're avoiding Y/N, but that doesn't mean I am."

Jay doesn't look the boy in the eye avoiding Riki's intense stare. "That doesn't matter. Why are they here, Riki? Did I tell you to bring them?"

"Since when did I have to ask if I wanted to bring Y/N of all people around." "That's common sense, Riki." "Is it?" The taller boy asked, pushing his finger into the older's chest

"Because before you went on your new Y/N diet, it was perfectly fine to bring them around; in fact, it was all you wanted to do."

"You know the problem isn't Y/N." By now, Jay had brought his eyes up to stare into Riki's, anger and something mirroring--bitterness lingering in his eyes. "So it's a you problem. Then figure it out. Don't try to ruin our friendships with Y/N simply cause you can't figure out what the fuck you’re feeling"

The air surrounding them filled with tension as the unsaid and spoken words hung in the air, the pressure cut as they felt their shoulders roughly pushed apart by Heeseung, who came to see what was taking them so long.

His eyes move between them, hands never leaving their shoulders, trying to decipher why the two who seemingly always got along were now at each-others throats.

Finally, Jay storms away, effectively making Heesung's arms return to his side, leaving Heeseung and Riki to stare at his departing figure. "You need to explain. Now." So Riki does that, explaining how Jay had him ditch Y/N in the lounge, knowing they can't return to get them.

"Where is Y/N now?" "Probably still comprehending what happened." He says, scratching his neck in thought, "I didn't know Jay would be bothered so much. He knows Y/N hates the red card, and this one even affected her; of course, she would wanna leave." Riki states in frustration.

Heeseung was thankful the people around them were either too busy or experts at minding their business as Riki looked like he was at his wit's end. His face flared red, and his once-styled hair was out of place from constant tugging throughout his explanation. But, Heeseung understood. He knew how Riki felt after all he had let him know only days prior.

"Just text Y/N and let them know you saw them. They know how airports work, Riki. They know you'd come back if you could." "Yea, but-" "Let them think. I think we better talk to Jay. It's no way you can avoid each other this entire trip." He said, patting him on the back, slightly pushing the moping giant towards the cars waiting on them.

☆author note: loverboy riki?? jay's gonna be an ass for a while; that redemption arc ain't coming any time soon sooray

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pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

synopsis: Returning to school after a “well-deserved” trip, you find a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all.