#niki rishimura

Count.

Draw.

Recount.

Focus on something else.

What color is the wall?

How many windows are in your house?

You’re asking so many questions to yourself to keep you sane and not hear his voice.

You hear his voice all the time.

At work, going home from work, sleeping, mediating he never stops talking.

It’s constant. You tried going to the doctors but it’s the same thing over and over: You get prescribed some medication, it works for only 3 days (4 if lucky) and then goes right back to square one. Even if you take it again his voice doesn’t stop. So you stop taking the medication and deal with his non stop talking.

You tired to focus on other things like counting to one hundred or how to say your ABCs backwards. Asking yourself silly questions like what color is the sky? What color is snow? What color is grass? It helped a bit. His voice was a notch lower but you can still hear him rambling on your head.

After all, he knows what you have done on that day.

Even when you are hanging out with your friends, you can’t stay for long. His voice gets louder than before to the point where you have to leave at random times just so his voice go back to normal.

At first glance everyone doesn’t see that you have to deal with this on a daily basis. You’re holding on strong making it look like nothing is bothering you at all.

But to you… you’re on the verge of going insane. Covering your ears makes him louder. Music on blast through your headphones you can still hear him go on and on.

There’s no remedy for this. None at all.

Today you tried hanging out with your friends, you regret it. But his voice was so loud you can barley hear your friends talking even when you are standing side by side with them. You all decided to sit in a cafe and catch up with one another lives and dreams.

You tried to focus on other things once more like the color of your friends shirt, the design of it? What is that piece of art work behind your friend? Count the windows. Stir your coffee. You tried all of that but to your avail, his voice was no match. You then shot up out of your seat with tears in your eyes and rushed home.

You made it to your house unlocking the door, rushing in before sliding down the door and breaking down. You can’t do this anymore.

“Niki please…” you whimpered.

“Why should I Y/N? Why should I not get my revenge after what you’ve done?” He replied back making you cover your ears more.

“It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not FAIR.”He snapped making you shake your head.

“You know what you did Y/n admit it! You think you can get away with this? How long do you think you can run from your wrong-doing a year? Six months?” He asked you as he laughed that made your ears ring.

“I did nothing wrong! I swear!” You cried in return sinking into the floor more.

“Lies murderer.”

“Don’t call me that! You snapped your head up immediately, as if he was standing in front of you.

“Why not murderer? That’s what you are at the end of the day.”

“I’M NOT!” You screamed in the dark.

“Turn yourself in already you know where the murder weapon is..they already found my body.” Niki said making you shake your head.

“That’s the thing I don’t remember and I’m scared the police will have a higher chance of finding it before me.. ” you said softly.

“Oh well too bad I guess I’m stuck in your head forever. Remember I didn’t deserve that I truly loved you Y/n, how you could you?.”

“Why did you do this baby? If we would have sat down and talked it out it could have ended in a much happier ending. Sadly it didn’t so you must suffer the consequences.” Soon Niki went back to his old ways making you cry harder and gripping your head.

That’s why you killed him.

The constant complains, bickering, side comments. You just couldn’t take it anymore.

So one day you snapped. While he was complaining over something small, you decided to shut him up permanently. The knife was the closest thing near you beside the tape but the problem is with the tape he can easily take it off and complain even more.

So the knife it was.

With his back turned. That’s when you went for it.

Once

Twice

Three times

Four.

And suddenly it was silent. He screams were the last thing being heard before it became quiet.

Once you realized what you’ve done you start to panic. You killed your boyfriend.

You’re a murder.

You don’t remember where you put the knife or how you discard the body but all your remember was crawling in the bed with dried tears on your face. You soon went to a therapist to calm your mind at what you have done not to long ago before deciding not to go anymore due to the fear of slipping up and admitting your crime.

Your therapist told you it’s okay to suffer from short term memory loss after losing a loved one. You took their word and carried it on with you.

Now even if you tried to remember where knife is at, you just can’t.

You definitely regret it now because….

What was then him being in front of you temporarily….

Now turned into him being in your head permanently.

Oh how the tables have turned.

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Double upload ? I think YES but now I must sleep before I start on Jay’s

Also sorry it’s pretty short o thought of this and it basically explains itself? Hello am I making sense???? I need to go to bed 😂

With that, good night ♡

Also, HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃 👻🦇

"I'm sorry."

Tears dripped down your cheeks. Fat and warm as they landed on your hands that you were wringing. Staring at the gravestone in front of you.

Riki Nishimura.

December 9th 2005- November 30th 2020.

Gone too soon.

It was the second anniversary. That means two years. Two years since you've witnessed him get hit by a car. When you thought too long about it you could remember that day perfectly.

That dreaded day.

Seeing his purple hair and the pout on his face after he had gotten lectured by the soccer coach because of it. The sun beating down on you, warming you despite the cold breeze that threatened to force you to put on a jacket. Niki's jacket that he always left for you just in case. Watching as he dribbled the ball, confidence displayed on his face as he kicked it toward the goal. Tossing his arm over K's shoulder as he cheered, turning to face you. Raising his fist, a smile on your face as you happily cheered for him.

Tugging said jacket closer around your body as another cold breeze brushed by. The clouded sky only made the day more dismal. Knowing that not even the sun would shine on you, as if it knew what this day meant.

"I should've listened to you," You wiped away your tears releasing a shaky laugh, "If I was more careful you would never had have to run after me."

The gravel digging into your knees and palm. Hearing your jeans rip as you hit the ground. Turning around in time to see the car hitting Niki. You could hear crunches, and a thud as he hit the ground. A blood curling scream was heard, but you don't know if it was from you or Niki. The driver of the car veered into a tree, who you later found out was drunk, passing out against the wheel.

The horn blared as you ran over to Niki, placing his head in your lap. His purple hair appearing red faintly, his eyes fluttering shut. Begging him to stay awake, tears blurring your vision as you cupped his cheek . Eyes widening you say blood dripping from his forehead.

So much blood.

The crimson liquid spilling around his body, seeping into your clothes as you held him closely. Looking around you saw bystanders staring on in disbelief, watching as you cried over his body in the middle of the street.

By the time the ambulance showed up Niki had stopped breathing. More screams and tears leaving you as the paramedics pulled you off of his body. One of them wrapped a silver blanket around you, another called your parents. You watched as they attempted to revive Niki.

They weren't successful.

His time of death was 5:37 pm.

"I wish you were here with me. I still sleep with the teddy bear your mom gave me, the one that used to be yours." A bitter sweet memory, his mom coming to your house with tears in her eyes. Handing you a box of his belongs. She hugged you tightly, muttering a sorry, before giving you her number. That was 2 years ago, before they moved to Osaka.

You couldn't blame her.

The box was precious to you. Filled with various teddy bears that he had around his room, various assortment of clothes, and letters that he had written you.

Goosebumps erupted over your skin as you felt eyes on you. Was someone watching you? Raking your eyes over the tree line, you thought you saw a glimpse of purple. Chills ran through you. It was time to leave anyway, it was past 7 pm.

Placing the narcissus flower on his grave, you stood up not bothered by the grass stains on your jeans. Pulling the jacket closer to your body, you headed to the gateway of the graveyard.

As you approached the archway you felt an urge to turn around. It was strong, like someone whispering it directly in your ear. Glancing over your shoulder you saw someone crouching over his grave, exactly where you were mere moments ago. The flower you placed in the figures hand as they stood up. An involuntary gasp left your mouth, and then the figure was gone. Vanishing into thin air.

"Niki?"

-

The sun beamed down on him reflecting his silver hair as he stepped into the river. Niki turned to you with a giant smile on his face, his hand up covering his eyes from the son. Strangely you couldn't make out his eyes. You let out a laugh watching as the bottom of his jeans got soaked by the water where he hadn't pulled them high enough. He looked down at the flowing water, a pout on his lips.

The water seemed to continue rising, as fear shown in his eyes. Just like the day the car hit him. You tried to scream at him, tell him to get out of the water, but no words left your mouth. A wave rose out of the water and hit Niki. A gurgled noise filled the air as you ran to the river. You ran into the river, desperately looking for him when you something grab your leg and yank you under the water. You were met by dark red eyes, and a fanged smile.

He let out a laugh as the water filled your lungs. When your vision started to get blurry he whispered in your ear.

"Be back soon love."

-

No fucking way. Your stomach dropped as you read the text.

Niki Niki 💞

Hi baby

Your hand shook as you quickly blocked the number. This was a sick fucking joke. Nausea flooded your stomach, and you felt bile rise in your throat. Dropping to your knees you started to get choked up. Covering your mouth you tried to quiet the sobs leaving your mouth.

Who the fuck would hack a dead persons phone? Why would you think that was okay?

Seeing Niki's contact appear made your heart drop. Memories flashed through your mind.

His face lighting up after the goal, when he looked at you in the bleachers and knew that he wanted to make you proud. His smile shining brighter than the sun. Whining when he pulled you into his arms after, laughing as he rubbed his sweaty cheek against yours. His hair stuck to his forehead when he leaned down to you, placing a kiss on your cheek.

Hearing the sound of his body hitting the ground. Holding him tightly to your body, begging anybody to help you. Feeling his blood soaking through your jeans, sticking them to your skin like paper mache. Watching him open his mouth as he tried to talk to you. The panic in his eyes as his breathing got more ragged. A gurgling noise presenting itself as his lungs filled with blood. Seeing his eyes becoming glazed over as you held him to your chest, begging him to stay awake.

You should've held him tighter that day. Kissed him a little harder. Not bothered worrying about his sweaty jersey. Just cherished the time that you spent with him.

Unknown

this looks weird I know but please listen to me

meet me in the place where we first met

I need to see you love

-

Tears streamed down your face as you held your legs close to your chest. Your skirt was covered in mud and grass stains. The bottom of it was torn where it had snagged when you tried to run away from them. Quiet cries left your mouth as you hid under the bleachers, praying that the bullies would leave you alone. You covered your mouth as you heard them getting closer, chants of your names.

"Come out piglet."

"Yea piglet. You love to play in the mud right?"

"Come out come out piglet." Their laughter got quieter as they walked further away. You slowly relaxed. You just had to wait out here til the bell rung. Only flaw in your plan was that you had no clue what time it was.

"Are you okay?" You jumped pulling your legs closer as you heard someone. Turning to your right you saw a boy with dark brown hair, hanging shaggily over his eyes. He held out his hand, attempting to help you stand up. When he realized you weren't gonna grab it he sat down beside you, not caring about the mud getting on his clean uniform. "My names Niki. What's yours?"

Niki didn't seem bothered at your silence. Taking off his jacket he handed it to you.

"I see your uniforms dirty. You can wear my jacket for the day if you like." Reluctantly you took his jacket, slipping it over your arms as he watched you with a smile. You stared at him weirdly as the bell finally run. Recess was over and you had successfully escaped your bullies.

Standing up Niki held his hand out to you again. This time you took it.

"Thank you." His smile only grew larger.

"Of course. I think we're gonna be friends."

-

"This is fucking stupid." Your words got sucked into the quiet of the night. You knew the Niki was dead. You witnessed his death. Held him in your arms as he died and choked on his own blood. Even spoke a eulogy for his funeral. He was dead as doorknob.

Here you were though. Pacing back and forth underneath of the bleachers. Sneakers crunching the dry grass. It was the middle of December. Instead of studying I was waiting to see who hacked my dead boyfriend's phone.

And what specifically was I waiting for? To have them appear then force them to apologize? They have no morals if they could hack a dead teen's number. What makes me think that any useful would happen from this.

"Fuck!" You growled as you crouched down, tears burning at our eyes. "He's not fucking coming back." You tried to convince yourself. "Everyday was supposed to get easier without you, but they're only getting worst and worst." An uncontrollable wail left your lips. You grabbed your hair, pulling it as you tried to ground yourself.

Nothing made sense anymore. Niki died at 15. It's been 2 years and you're still holding on to him.

"He isn't coming back." You wiped your tears with the sleeve of the hoodie, sniffling as you stood up.

"Who's not coming back?" Whirling around your mouth went dry. A gasp left your mouth as dizziness overcame you. "Are you okay? You look pale."

Him screaming your name was the last thing that you heard before you fainted.

-

"How could you bring her here? She has no fucking clue?"

"And leave her there?"

"He's right this is the best choice."

"Bringing her here is dangerous for all of us. Especially here."

"If you guys even touch her I'll kill you."

"We would never."

"What if she finds out what you are?"

-

Your eyes flickered open at the sound of harsh whisperings. Sitting up slowly you looked around the room. It was a stereotypical boys room, posters on the wall and clothes scattered across the floor. Turning to the nightstand something caught your eye. Picking up the picture frame you saw it was a picture of you and Niki.

Freshman year homecoming. First dance since you started dating, almost 5 years after you met for the first time. Our parents forced us to take pictures, changing up our poses every couple of photos. This was ironically the most hated one from that day.

The sun was blazing, beaming down as your parents snapped photo after photo. His arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. He whispered jokes into your ears, causing laughs to flow freely. Every picture was almost the same. Niki's lips close to your ear, a wide smile on your face as you laughed.

Tears started to blur your vision as you set the picture frame down, albeit with a little bit of a thunk. The whispers went quiet outside, obviously they all had heard it. Someone turned the doorknob with a click before pushing it open, peeking their head in. Light in the hallway shone behind them, obscuring their face. They closed the door quickly, the whispers starting back up.

What the fuck was happening? You pulled your knees to your chest, pulling the blanket tighter around your body. This had to be another nightmare. Yea. Just a silly little dream. Where my dead boyfriend rose from the dead, texted me, and then took me to some strange house. Of course totally normal dream behavior.

Suddenly someone quickly stepped into the room, closing the door behind them with a resolute thud. You threw your hand over your eyes, covering them from the harsh light that abruptly turned on. Blinking a few items, you looked at the person as your vision cleared.

"This is a sick dream." Tilting his head to the side Niki started to walk over to you. Throwing your hands up you stopped him in his tracks. "Stay the fuck away. You are not Niki. I saw him die." His face softened as he stood in the middle of the room, brown eyes showing sadness.

"I am Niki."

"You're fucking not! I saw him die! I held him as he fucking died!" He jumped at your screams, looking taken aback as tears streamed down your face.

"Love. Please let me explain."

"Don't fucking call me that! Only Niki can call me that!" With a sob you curled yourself into a ball. Praying for this nightmare to end. There is no way Niki is alive.

Thud. Warm blood. Gurgle.

Thud. Warm blood. Gurgle.

He was dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Another guttural sob left your mouth, holding yourself tighter in hopes that you could just disappear. You flinched as you felt at the feeling of getting touched, a hand placing itself on back. He rubbed soothing circles as he whispered into your ear, words reassuring you that it was truly him.

"I'm sorry love." At the sound of that, overwhelming thoughts to go to sleep flooded your mind. You opened your eyes, confused at what was happening as you gripped onto Niki's shirt. An apologetic look on his face before everything went black for the second time that night.

-

"I know that you pity me. Some of you feel bad because of what I witnessed. The death of my best-friend, and boyfriend. But you shouldn't. I've known him 5 years but he has made the greatest impact on me. I look at everything in a positive light because of him. I work my hardest because he constantly encouraged me to. Niki was the best person that I know and I feel as if we should all live in his honor. I'm happy that he isn't suffering. I know that Niki is happy wherever he is. And if there is a Heaven he is definitely there. Niki if you can hear me I love you. I'm so grateful that I got to know you. I'll be with you again someday. The sun will shine on us again."

-

Niki Niki💞

I took the liberty of unblocking my number

when you wake up please text me

if you give me the chance I will explain everything

Love🦦

hurry

-

Here we were. Niki sitting on the opposite side of the bed from, just looking at you. Apart of you wished that this was real. That Niki was really in front of you. Drinking in his appearance you let a sigh leave your mouth.

Niki was in front of you.

His hair hung messily in his face, now grey instead of his signature purple at the time of his 'death'. Every other part of him looked normal. A hoodie hanging off of his skin frame, the same one that he wore for soccer practice with his jersey number on the back. He hasn't aged a day.

"I know you're confused," His voice broke the silence, seemingly the only thing that has changed. Having heard it multiple times you hadn't realized that it had gotten deeper, "please just let me explain. If you want nothing to do with me afterwards I'll let you go. I just missed you."

He ran his fingers through hair, before pulling the hoodie over his head. A nervous trait of his. It's nice to see that some things never change.

"I died. I remember the fear that I had that day, how you held me tightly in your arms, choking on my own blood. I remember all of it, and I truly did die." You stared at him, more confusion after part of his explanation than you had before.

"I was scared when I woke up here. I had all of the memories of my death, but woke up with no scars. No physical sign of the accident. Heeseung was the one that comforted me. He told me that I was chosen. Talked about fate's arrows and connecting two worlds. My memory of the speech is hazy after two years." Scooting closer to you he grabbed one of your hands, intertwining your fingers.

"You've been here this whole time?" Regret shone in his eyes as he nodded, "Why didn't you tell me?" His face dropped at your voice. Desperation was clear in the way that your voice cracked.

"I couldn't. They told me I would put in danger. That you would reject what I am now."

Niki cupped your cheek wiping your stray tears. Sighing you nuzzled your face into his palm. His hand was cold. The same coldness that filled you for years after his death.

"I missed you so much. I fought myself day and night. I needed you too. I'm sorry love."

All the nights filled with tears, sobbing until your throat was sore and your head felt like it would explode from the pressure. School days filled with people staring, whispering to each other about the poor girl that witnessed her boyfriends death. Bile rising in your throat every time you ate, thoughts of Niki bleeding out in your arms, remembering scrubbing the blood off of you in the shower. You never could keep food down, rushing to the bathroom after every meal. Tears flooding your eyes as you gagged, constant flashbacks.

But Niki is here. In front of you. His hand cupping your cheek, whispering apologies into the air between you. Maybe everything would be okay.

-

It's been two years. Two years since you've found out that Niki was still alive. As a vampire, but 'alive' nonetheless.

Leaving town was always your plan. After Niki's death what was left for you in Okayama? You always thought about going to South Korea, or maybe even to America. Somewhere to get a full fresh start. Not being known as the dead boy's girlfriend. Who wasted away due to grief. Who died 3 years after his death, a brutal suicide that raked the town.

You were the real Romeo and Juliet. Two young lovers separated at 15, death forcing them to part. You never recovered from his death, so at 18 you followed him. After your funeral your family left town, not being able to bare the pain.

It was a fresh start for you. And Niki.

Your love Niki. Who laid now on your chest as you watched a movie, a cult classic funnily enough. The other members spread out on various couches. Looking down at Niki you ran your fingers through his hair, a sigh leaving his mouth as he relaxed. Grabbing your other hand Niki placed a kiss on it, a smile blossoming across your lips.

In the dead of winter, under countless moons you were together again.

-

thank you for reading this, I really hoped that you enjoyed it. I tried to make it the ending as fluffy as possible without ruining the vibe I had going for the whole oneshot. underneath of this is the alternate ending if you want to go insane read it. it does contain mentions of insanity, and self harm. you have been warned

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It's been two years. Two years since you've found out that Niki was still alive. As a vampire, but 'alive' nonetheless.

Leaving town was always your plan. After Niki's death what was left for you in Okayama? You always thought about going to South Korea, or maybe even to America. Somewhere to get a full fresh start. Not being known as the dead boy's girlfriend. Who wasted away due to grief. Who died 3 years after his death, a brutal suicide that raked the town.

You were the real Romeo and Juliet. Two young lovers separated at 15, death forcing them to part. You never recovered from his death, so at 18 you followed him. After your funeral your family left town, not being able to bear the pain.

That’s what your parents told everyone at least.

The truth is police found you under the bleachers, writhing on the ground as you nonsensically spouted about vampires and curses. Telling everyone who listened how Niki was still alive. They would tut, turning around while mentioning how the accident affected you. Ruining you mentally. Your parents' concerns only grew when you would speak to the thin air. Claiming it was Niki. That he missed them, and wished they would allow him in the house.

You would claw at yourself to ‘feed’ Niki, blood dripping from your arms. It came to a halt when your parents walked into the house, crimson surrounding your mouth as you happily told them you had turned. You were now a vampire. You could now be with Niki forever.

They shipped you to the farthest asylum. One in Virginia, hidden away in the mountains. Far are from them. Far away from Niki.

a/n: made this specifically for my bae @yunkize, and her name is put directly into one of the texts, but you can imagine it’s yours ofc 😮‍💨 after all riki is her man and i had to make it as real as possible!

one word. LIAR.

so, how you guys got together, you met pretty randomly

at an arcade, there was a two player game and niki couldn’t find any of the guys to ask them to play w him

you’d offered to play w him when you saw the frown on his face, and you guys exchanged numbers after that

at first, you guys were only best friends. calling eachother and gossiping, baking stuff (and failing) together, and going back to that same arcade you met at <3

eventually . . . you realized that your feelings for him weren’t only platonic. you found yourself seeking romantic attention from him, and it was beginning to make you feel guilty because you shouldn’t be thinking of your best friend in that way anyways, right?

time passes and niki realizes your feelings for him. mostly because he feels the same way, and you’re horrible at hiding how flustered you get when he calls you pretty :(

it gets to the point that you can barely be around him without avoiding eye contact and stumbling over your words. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever, but asks you “what’s wrong? what’s been up with you lately?” as if he doesn’t know.. 🤨

you get tired of his persisting and eventually blurt out your feelings for him.

guess what he does?

LAUGHS.

“i know”

THE FUCKER SAYS “i know.”

and with the biggest, stupidest smile on his face, tells you that your feelings are very much reciprocated

as for him being your boyfriend:

he’s the type to hold your hand in his hoodie pocket because he always wants to be touching you claims your hands are cold

also, once you’re dating him, he takes that as a sign to be the ONLY one that’s allowed to hug you.

you hugged heeseung for a millisecond once as a greeting and he literally peeled heeseung’s arms off of you

riki says it was a joke but we all know that isn’t true

he definitely tries harder when it comes to idol activities. not that he doesn’t already, but now he goes above and beyond just because he wants all your praise <3

definitely a winter boyfriend. snow angels, cuddling under 5 blankets, drinking hot chocolate and watching your favorite movies <3

calls you “pretty,” or “baby”

SOMETIMES “sweetheart,” but that’s when he’s sleepy or wants a favor 😭

loves sending you stuff that reminds him of you, mostly because he wants you to do it too—knowing that you think of him during random parts of your day is his oxygen

hides the non-scary games on his consoles

hear me out. whenever you wanna play games w him, he wants them to be scary games, because of the way you cling to him for hours afterwards

introduces you to people as “my girl”

also really likes teaching you enha choreos, especially bite me (you’re his dance partner <3)

if you’re close to any of the other members, he acts like everything is a competition. if jungwon mentions that he bought you icecream, niki’s like “well i buy her ice cream ALL the time 😐”

he’s so funny bye 😭

literally best boyfriend, i want him bye

You wished you could say the sight of blond hair splayed out over your pillow didn’t surprise you, that would be a lie. Today is no different, heart beating quicker at the sight. But below the halo of shockingly blond hair is the face of the boy you’d grown to love. Slowly you moved your hand toward the halo, slowly running your fingers through the silky mess. Riki only pouted as he wrapped an arm around you, letting out a content sigh as he placed his head on your chest.

Who would’ve known his courting would be successful?

Back when you both attended the same school, it almost feels like it’s been years instead of mere months. He’d bring you flowers - white carnations, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart fluttered when he told you they stood for pure love - and your favorite sweets everyday. You can still picture him waiting beside your locker for you to arrive, cheeks bright red as he handed you the flowers with a shy smile before racing off to your shared class. He put in so much effort to court you, despite being pulled from class early for practices or recording.

He owned your heart. You can’t say it hasn’t been a challenge though.

You’ve witnessed him almost fall apart due to stress. The show had been awful on him, he’d almost left multiple times due to his own fears. The late hours as he studied Korean until his eyes crossed, red eyes as he stumbled over his words, reverting to muttering Japanese curses before rereading the lyrics for the 20th time that night. Nights spent confessing how he wishes he could quit, just go back to Okayama. Texts became scarce as he worked himself to the bone. You hated witnessing him like this, but he’d worked too hard, and you weren’t going to allow him to quit. In the end if all paid off.

He debuted. The stress stayed, but it got easier to manage.

Soon you’d have to leave, making sure that their manager didn’t see you as to not get the boys in trouble. For now, being able to admire Riki as he curled into your side, holding you tightly as if to keep you there, was all that you could ask for. Letting your hand drop down to his cheek, cupping it softly before placing a kiss on his nose. You giggle seeing Riki scrunch his nose up, before nestling further into your hand.

These moments are rare. What better time than to confess?

“Happy 10 month anniversary. I’m so proud of you Riki, you’ve accomplished so much. I’m happy it was you that spent the better part of two years courting me, everything we’ve endured seems like distant memories when I lay here with you. I love you unconditionally.” The words seemed to disappear into the air as you prayed the others didn’t hear you. Slowly sliding out of Riki’s grasp you press another kiss to his temple, grabbing one of his hoodies.

Staring out of the bus window you couldn’t help but reminisce on the past 10 months you’ve spent with Riki. The vibration from your phone tore you out of your thoughts, pulling out your phone you saw it was a text from Riki.

Niki 💞- Happy 10 months love, dont forget about our reservations tonight