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COUPLE VLOG #2: after kiyoe’s fake hickey prank, riki decides to get revenge by attempting the “ignoring my girlfriend for 24 hours” challenge. armed with hidden cameras and far too much confidence, he’s determined to see it through…unaware that his little prank might hurt more than he expected. Now are you #teamKiyoe or #teamRiki.
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“Um, hello. This is Ni-ki—Riki, or whatever. Ki. Okay, okay, I’m joking,” he whispered into the camera, trying not to laugh already. “Anyways, in the last video, Kiyoe pranked me with a fake hickey, and I saw a lot of comments saying I should get revenge. So after searching through way too many prank ideas, I decided to do the ‘Ignoring My Girlfriend Challenge.’”
He grinned mischievously.
“I’m gonna try to make it last for twenty-four hours, but… she’s pretty stubborn. And clingy.” He chuckled softly. “Not that I’m complaining. I love that about her.”
He pointed around the room. “I hid cameras in the living room, the kitchen, and our bedroom, so hopefully I catch everything. Anyways… let’s start.”
Riki tossed the camera a thumbs-up before plopping down on the couch with a bag of chips, pretending to be invested in his favorite show. Every few seconds, he glanced toward the hallway, waiting for you to come out.
A few minutes later, you walked into the living room, fresh out of the shower, your hair still slightly damp.
“Kiiii,” you whined, dragging out the nickname. “I’m sooo hungry.”
Riki almost smiled at the sight of you. Almost.
You padded over to the couch and flopped down beside him, resting your head against his shoulder.
“Babeeee,” you groaned dramatically. “I’m starving. Do you wanna order takeout? I’m craving dumplings.”
Instead of answering, Riki simply grabbed his phone and started scrolling through reels, trying his hardest not to laugh at how cute you looked pouting beside him.
You blinked.
“…Ki?”
Nothing.
“Riki?”
Still nothing.
Confusion slowly replaced your playful expression.
“Riki…?” you asked again, turning to face him completely. “Are you mad at me?”
You reached over and shook his arm gently.
“Baby? Did I do something?”
Riki swallowed hard and kept his eyes on his phone, acting as if he hadn't heard a single word.
Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Hey.” You scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning against him. “Rikiii, answer me. I’m serious.”
Still no response.
“Okay, rude,” you mumbled, pouting. “At least tell me if you're busy or something.”
You looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Are you mad because I stole your hoodie yesterday?”
Silence.
“Because I ate your last strawberry mochi?”
Nothing.
Your jaw dropped dramatically.
“No way. Is this about the fake hickey prank?” You gasped. “Ki, I said sorry like fifty times!”
Riki nearly choked on his chip.
He quickly covered it up with a cough and continued scrolling, though his shoulders trembled slightly from holding back laughter.
You stared at him suspiciously.
“Nishimura Riki.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“Don’t tell me you're giving me the silent treatment.”
And somewhere behind the hidden camera in the corner, viewers would later swear they could actually see the panic in his eyes.
Two hours had gone by, and somehow you still hadn't given up.
Riki was stretched out on the couch with his phone in his hand, pretending to be interested in the endless stream of reels playing on his screen. Meanwhile, you had practically become a permanent attachment to him. You were curled up against his side, your legs thrown over his lap, your head resting on his shoulder while you played absentmindedly with the strings of his hoodie.
“Babeee,” you whined for what had to be the hundredth time that afternoon, nuzzling closer. “Come on, just say something. One word. One tiny little word.”
Nothing.
You pouted and wrapped both arms around him, nearly climbing into his lap. “Riki, seriously. If you're mad at me, then just tell me. You know I hate it when you ignore me.”
Still nothing.
He almost broke right there. Almost. Because usually all it took was one pout and he'd be laughing, kissing your forehead, and asking what food you wanted.
But today he stayed quiet.
You stole his phone from his hands and held it above your head with a dramatic gasp. “No phone privileges until you answer me.”
He simply reached up, took it back, and continued scrolling.
That was it.
Your lower lip trembled slightly.
“You're so mean,” you muttered softly, blinking rapidly as tears began gathering in your eyes. “Talk to me…”
He saw it.
God, he saw it.
And he hated himself for it.
But he stayed silent.
With a frustrated huff, you got up from the couch and stomped toward the kitchen. You yanked open the cupboard and grabbed the box of cornflakes, pouring yourself a bowl without even bothering with milk. You sat at the counter, angrily eating dry cereal while your cheeks puffed out in a pout.
Behind you, Riki glanced toward one of the hidden cameras and flashed a thumbs-up with a smug little grin.
He was surviving.
Barely.
He got up and wandered into the kitchen, and immediately your face lit up with hope.
“Oh, so you finally feel bad?” you asked, setting your spoon down. “You're gonna talk to me now?”
For a second, his heart squeezed painfully at the hopeful look in your eyes. Instead, he walked right past you. Straight to the cabinet.
He grabbed another bag of chips. You stared at him in complete disbelief.
“Seriously?”
You laughed nervously.
“No, seriously, Riki, stop.”
He poured the chips into his bowl. You slid off the stool and walked over to him, gently grabbing the sleeve of his hoodie.
“Baby?”
Nothing. You tugged a little harder.
“Ki, come on.”
Still nothing.
When he turned around, he froze.
You were standing there with tears shining in your eyes, still clutching the sleeve of his hoodie like you were afraid he'd disappear if you let go. Your lips were pushed into the saddest little pout, and despite trying so hard not to cry, tears had already begun slipping down your cheeks.
His entire body screamed at him to stop the prank right then and there. She’s gonna cry, he thought desperately.
Forget the challenge.
Forget the video.
Forget everything.
He just wanted to hug you. But then he thought about how much effort he'd put into setting everything up, and convinced himself that he could last a little longer. Just a few more hours. Then he'd spoil you rotten and make it up to you.
So, with every ounce of self-control he had left, he swallowed the guilt and walked past you.
And that hurt far more than the silence. Because you hadn't expected him to do that.
You stood there for a moment, staring at his back, your fingers still curled around nothing. Then you quietly sat back down and continued eating your cornflakes.
Not because you were hungry. Just because you didn't know what else to do.
By ten o'clock, six hours had passed.
Six hours. And somewhere around hour four, the irritation had faded. You weren't annoyed anymore. You were scared.
Riki had never ignored you before. Not after arguments. Not when he was tired. Not even when he was upset.
No matter what happened, he'd always talk to you eventually. Even if he needed space, he'd tell you. He'd pull you into his lap and explain things softly while rubbing your back.
But today he'd said nothing.
Nothing at all. And the worst part was that you couldn't figure out why. Had you done something wrong? Was he still upset over the fake hickey prank? Were you too clingy lately? Too needy? Too much?
Maybe he was tired of you.
Maybe he regretted living together.
Maybe he didn't love you the same anymore.
You hated yourself for thinking it, but after six hours of silence, your thoughts had started becoming cruel.
By the time it was finally time for bed, the house had become unbearably quiet.
Riki had gone upstairs sometime after midnight, though not because he felt victorious. If anything, he felt awful. Six hours had somehow turned into almost an entire day, and whatever satisfaction he'd gotten from "getting revenge" had long since disappeared.
Still, stubborn as ever, he convinced himself he could at least make it until morning.
He climbed into bed with his phone in hand, leaning against the headboard while mindlessly scrolling through apps. At this point, he wasn't even paying attention to anything anymore. One second it was fan edits, then Michael Jackson edits, random memes, cooking videos, cat compilations—anything to distract himself from the giant lump of guilt sitting in his chest.
He could feel your absence even though you were right beside him.
And he hated it.
Then suddenly, he felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around his waist.
You.
Riki froze.
You buried your face into his shoulder, hugging him like you'd done every night since you moved in together.
Your voice was quiet. Small.
“I'm really sorry, Ki,” you whispered sleepily. “I won't annoy you anymore… but please talk to me.”
His heart shattered.
He almost answered.
Almost.
But he merely smacked his lips awkwardly, locked his phone, and set it aside. Then he closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep.
Yet you hadn't let go.
Not even after everything.
You just held him tighter.
And within a few minutes, exhausted from crying and overthinking all day, you drifted off in his arms.
Riki opened his eyes.
He stared down at your sleeping face and nearly groaned.
“Oh, baby…” he whispered softly.
You'd cried yourself to sleep and still chose to cuddle him.
He wrapped his arms around you instinctively, pulling you against his chest. He pressed a kiss into your hair and held you close all night, feeling guilt gnaw at him every time you snuggled closer in your sleep.
Forget revenge.
Forget the challenge.
He was never doing this again.
—
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains.
You blinked awake slowly.
And immediately froze.
Riki was hugging you.
Not only hugging you, but staring at you with the softest smile on his face, his hand lazily rubbing circles on your back.
“Morning,” he said sweetly.
Silence.
He watched your sleepy expression change.
Confusion.
Realization.
And then—
Rage.
Riki barely had time to react before you sat up.
“YOU'RE TALKING TO ME NOW?!” you shouted.
THUMP.
Your foot connected with his shin.
“OW—”
“WHAT WENT WRONG YESTERDAY?!” you yelled.
Riki burst out laughing.
You climbed right on top of him, repeatedly smacking his arms and chest while he desperately tried shielding himself with a blanket.
“YOU IGNORE ME FOR A WHOLE DAY AND THEN IT'S ‘MORNING’?” you screeched.
“BABY—”
SMACK.
“OW!”
SMACK.
“LET ME EXPLAIN!”
SMACK.
“YOU CRIED?!” he asked between laughs.
“YES I CRIED!”
SMACK.
“THAT'S WHY I'M SORRY!”
SMACK.
“BABY, STOP ASSAULTING ME!”
Eventually, he managed to catch both your wrists and pull you down onto his chest. You squirmed immediately, still pouting and glaring at him.
“You suck.”
“I know.”
“You are evil.”
“I know.”
“You smell.”
“Okay, that's rude.”
Despite yourself, a laugh escaped your lips.
Riki grinned.
“There it is.”
He hugged you tightly and buried his face in your neck.
“I was pranking you,” he confessed sheepishly. “Payback, remember? For the fake hickey thing.”
You blinked.
“…What?”
He pointed dramatically toward the shelf across the room.
The camera.
Your eyes widened.
“No fucking way…”
Riki immediately started cackling.
“No fucking way!”
You covered your face.
“Riki Nishimura!”
He got up before you could attack him again and snatched the camera off the shelf.
“Welp,” he grinned into the lens. “The prank went pretty well, I'd say. Anyways, thanks for watching. Go ahead and comment—”
“NUH UH!”
You appeared beside him instantly, hair messy and looking absolutely offended.
“It's #TeamKiyoe!”
Riki gasped dramatically.
“Absolutely not.”
“Yes!”
“#TeamRiki.”
“#TeamKiyoe!”
“#TeamRiki.”
“#TeamKiyoe because who cries over dumplings and gets ignored for twenty-four hours and STILL cuddles their stupid boyfriend?”
Riki stopped.
His smile faltered.
You blinked.
He blinked.
And then he suddenly wrapped his arms around you and squeezed so tightly you squealed.
“Okay, no, don't say that,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “I actually felt terrible. I almost cried.”
You laughed.
“Liar.”
“No, seriously!”
‘’Welp goodbye guys’’ you both said. He edited the video and uploaded it.
COMMENTS:
@kiyoesdumpling: SHE APOLOGIZED FOR EXISTING AND HE SAID "MORNING 😊" LIKE HE WASN'T PUBLIC ENEMY #1??? 😭😭😭
#TEAMKIYOE
@rikisnumber1wife: Y'ALL FORGOT SHE ALMOST SENT THIS MAN TO THE ER WITH THE FAKE HICKEY PRANK.
#TEAMRIKI
@engeneot7: I'M PLAYING BOTH SIDES.
#TEAMTHERAPY
@sunghoonsiceblades: "I won't annoy you anymore but please talk to me." WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT AND WHY DO THEY HATE ME??
#TEAMKIYOE
@jayparkslatte: Nah because if Jay watched this he'd be yelling "BRO APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW."
#TEAMKIYOE
@heeswife: HE LOOKED MORE SCARED OF HER CRYING THAN THE SHIN KICK 😭
#TEAMRIKI
@nishimurasleftsock: Y'ALL ARE ACTING LIKE SHE DIDN'T PRANK HIM FIRST.
#JUSTICEFORKI
#TEAMRIKI
@sunoozpeach: WOMEN'S RIGHTS WOMEN'S WRONGS WOMEN'S SHIN KICKS.
#TEAMKIYOE
@engeneforever: THE WAY HE HELD HER ALL NIGHT AFTER SHE FELL ASLEEP I'M THROWING UP.
#MARRIAGEWHEN
@kiyoessharkplushie: I SAW HER CRYING INTO ME. I NEED COMPENSATION.
#TEAMKIYOE
@enhypenworlddomination: THE REAL VILLAIN IS THE BAG OF CHIPS.
#CANCELTHECHIPS
@rikiscamera: I WITNESSED A CRIME.
#SAVEKIYOE
@michaeljacksonedits: Why was bro watching Michael Jackson edits while his relationship was on life support 😭
#HEHEE
@sunghoonslipbalm: "Morning ☺️"
BRO THE AUDACITY.
#TEAMKIYOE
@rikiismyromanempire: NO BECAUSE HE RAN UPSTAIRS THE SECOND HE HEARD HER CRY.
#TEAMRIKI
@kiyoeswife: THE WAY SHE STILL CUDDLED HIM???
#SHELOVESTHATMAN
#TEAMKIYOE
@nikisgfreal: RIKI WHEN SHE KICKED HIM:
🏃💨
#SHINPROTECTIONASSOCIATION
@engenecore: BRO REALLY SAID "#TEAMRIKI" AFTER EMOTIONAL WARFARE.
#TEAMKIYOE
@jungwonscat: JUNGWON WOULD'VE EXPOSED THE PRANK AFTER TEN MINUTES IDC.
#TEAMKIYOE
@heeseungsvocalcords: HEESEUNG WOULD BE GIGGLING UNTIL HE HEARD HER CRY THEN HE'D START CRYING TOO.
#TEAMEVERYBODY
@sunghoonspenguin: SUNGHOON WOULD JUST STARE AT RIKI IN DISAPPOINTMENT.
#TEAMKIYOE
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