theres a lot of smaus that i read

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dont shoot me (jungwon fluff// ongoing) by @wonsade

balling or bawling (heeseung fluff// finished) by

@yoisoobin

am i not your baby anymore (riki angst? fluff? idk its a mix// one-shot so far 👀) by @yugkii

couple vlogs(riki fluff// ongoing) by @yuxriki

my girl (riki fluff// oneshot) by @yuxriki

‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎𓎟† 🗝 : riki had went out for a whole week and accidentally ghosted you. when you texted him to come back home, his stubborn ass was being distant, vague, and cold.

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✶ 유그키. this is highkey my first smau/au don’t judge me pls i beg 🙏🙏 kinda messy too, i apologize in advance lol

let’s just say, it was raining cats and dogs when he was riding his motorbike. he was soaked from head to toe. he said he’d go home, but he never said to his house though.

you were lying on your bed, scrolling mindlessly after scolding riki to go home. his sister texted you again:

you were ready to scold him over text again, but then

knock, knock, knock

three soft knocks from your bedroom door. your parents weren’t home. you didn’t have any siblings.

your bedroom door slowly opened to reveal a soaking wet riki from head to toe after riding his motorbike in the rain.

“noona..? baby..?” he called out to you. “are you still mad at me..?” he sniffled a bit, but let’s be real—he won’t admit he did sniffle, even if you asked.

honestly, you were already beyond frustrated with him. you were so tired of putting up with his attitude and shenanigans. “what the hell are you doing here, riki?” you sighed, tired. “i told you. go home.”

“baby, don’t call me that..” his voice was shaky now, almost scared. he closed the door and crossed the room in three long strides. he knelt down in front of where you were sitting, facing up to you like he was begging for forgiveness.

“noona, i-i’m sorry.. please, please, please..” he buried his wet face into your legs. “d-don’t call me that..”

“i don’t care. go home. why bother coming here?” uh oh. you used that tone. riki’s eyes start to glisten from unshed tears and his breath is shaking from fear. “baby, i am home.. you’re my home. please baby..” his voice cracked on the last word. another sigh leaves your mouth as you get up from the edge of your bed to go to the bathroom. his shoulders started to shake as tears stream down his face at your absence. this doesn’t happen very often—in fact, he never cries, especially in front of you. and you leaving him there, helpless, isn’t helping him trying to hide the fact that he’s crying silently like a child after being scolded.

“are you coming or not, riki?” his head shot up. he sniffled and got up from his knees, wiping his face roughly with his wet jacket sleeves, and follows you into the bathroom. you first took off his jacket, then continued with drying his hair with a towel. “go take a shower. you’ll get sick.” and again, you leave him to shower. you fetched your oversized sweatpants and t-shirt for him to change in. after he got out of the shower, you helped him changed into his—your—t-shirt.

“go home, ki.” still in that serious tone, still frustrated. well, maybe just a little less frustrated. “but, i am home.”

“to your house.”

“no. i don’t wanna go home if you’re still mad at me, noona.” he pouts.

“whatever.”

you then climbed back onto your bed, scrolling through your phone, silently hoping he’d turn to go home. well, maybe riki had other plans. he followed you like a pathetic dog onto the bed, and snuggled up beside you, spooning. “the fuck are you doing? you said i was only being a bother.” he hid his face into your arm at your scolding, and mumbled: “mm.. u smell so sweet.. baby.. don’t be mad at me.. i promise i’ll be a good boy, noona..” while peppering your arm and shoulder with feather light kisses. he then hugs you while you’re still scrolling mindlessly through your phone and kisses your cheek.

“go home, ki.”

“promise me, don’t be mad at iki anymore..” God, that sweet, innocent, child-like voice. your heart couldn’t help but melt at him, even if you didn’t show it. “fine,” you sighed “i’m not mad at you anymore.”

“that didn’t sound sincere.”

“whatever, ugh, riki!”

“ahh.. baby..” he pouted again.

you glanced at the clock, 1:07 am. “riki, it’s 1 in the morning. you should head home.” when you turned to face him, you caught him half asleep, clinging onto your arm like a lifeline while mumbling into it: “baby.. don’t be mad at me anymore..” a tear fell down his face “am i not your baby anymore, noona..?” you ignored his question. “baby, answer me..”

“don’t want to.”

“aah!” he sniffled. you kissed his forehead ever so lightly. “please don’t be mad at me anymore, baby..” he peppered your face with feather light kisses until you both fell asleep.

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