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SEE YOU SOON. (NRK)

⊱ REQUESTED BY: @rinhyun (💌)

⊱ SYNOPSIS: Whilst watching your friend walk away to chase his dreams, you realized this was the first time such simple words like "see you soon" felt so heavy to utter.

⊱ TYPE OF WORK: oneshot/fic.

⊱ GENRE: angst, unrequited love, childhood best friends to long distance friends.

⊱ PAIRING: nishimura riki x fem!reader.

⊱ WORD COUNT: 1.6k+ words.

⊱ WARNINGS: usages of japanese terms (honorifics and nicknames such as kaa-san, etc.), this is set around the time before the events of i-land.

⊱ AUTHOR'S NOTE: i decided to fit your idea into a more realistic trope (since riki leaving for korea actually happened in real life), i hope you'll like this! credits to my beloved ren @mygnolia for beta reading this for me when i felt like my writing skills have rusted REN IS THE TRUEST MVP IN MY HEART ☝️ /lh

There were a lot of perks that entailed being Nishimura Riki's best friend; or 'bestest friend', as he'd like to call you jokingly.

One of them was that you would need to have a strong immunity to his tendencies of pulling pranks on you; most of them were harmless and somehow, you never minded them.

Whenever Riki would pull little pranks on you, the way his eyes crinkled into crescents as laughter bubbled up from his mouth like soda pop often made you look at him with a fond yet exasperated look.

Besides the occasional pranks, the other perk was getting to listen to him talk on and on about his dreams — of course, the latter was a given.

Everybody knew Nishimura Riki was ambitious; the vigor as he reached out for his dreams, the glint in his eyes, the passion in his heart.

Riki had always been there in your memories. You were his best friend since childhood; you still remembered the first time you met him, shyly hiding behind your mother's legs when she introduced you to the boy that would end up becoming your dearest friend for years.

Riding a bicycle for the first time together, jumping in puddles together, discovering music together… watching Riki join a dance academy whilst you tried your best at studying.

Yet, even someone like you stood meek in comparison to his desire to shine on a stage. You thought that if you pretended the feelings weren't there, they would go away — but they didn't, they never did.

You tried, you really did; but how could you look away when he always gave you that stupid grin? When he always bought extra snacks for you after school because he knew how hard you've been working? When his laughter always sent butterflies flying around in your stomach?

Even after all these years, you couldn't look away.

You knew he didn't feel the same way, but staying beside him was already enough for you. But deep down, you knew; one day, Riki would travel away to chase his dreams and leave.

And you were right.

The sound of luggages being dragged around and the rustlings of people getting up from their seats felt like a taunting ambience to your ears. You could barely register whatever announcement the voice from the intercom was saying. Your mind was buzzing with anticipation, and it was not the good kind.

"(Y/N), you alright there?"

The feeling of a hand resting itself on your head brought you out of your daydream. You almost forgot that the very same boy who had been occupying your mind was here, sitting right beside you.

Riki peered into your face with a raised eyebrow, he was actually a little concerned when he noticed you hadn't been talking as much as you usually would.

Weird, he couldn't place his hands on it. Was there something bothering you? Were you not feeling well? He wanted to ask, but his lips were too frozen to move.

It was unusual of him, Riki was known for his straightforwardness, after all. But for some reason, there was this weight inside his chest that prevented him from asking you directly. He didn't know why either, but you looked so... sombre.

You lifted your head to look at him with a rueful smile as a response. "H-huh? Yeah, I'm okay." That bleak smile of yours didn't sit well with him, you could tell. You didn't mean to make him worried, you were just too immersed inside your thoughts.

But today was supposed to be one of the happiest moments in his life. You didn't want to let your feelings ruin that for him… maybe, it wouldn't hurt to pretend for his sake, would it?

"I'm just kinda sad to see you go, you know?" You put on your best smile, the best one you could muster whilst ignoring your aching heart.

Although, in all honesty, you didn't know whether you said them to reassure Riki or you were just beating around the bushes about your own conflicted feelings. It truly is hard being in love with your own best friend when he's leaving for another country, isn't it?

Riki seemed convinced by your little act, however, he returned your grin with a smile of his own. But before any of you could say anything more, the intercom cut through — this time, with an announcement that shattered your mask of happiness for a split second.

"Good afternoon, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight JL2157 to South Korea. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready for departure. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you."

If a few moments before, the light left in your eyes was barely flickering; then, that light was now gone completely.

"Oh, that's my flight." Riki muttered quietly, looking down at the watch on his wrist while the other hand grabbed onto the handle of his luggage.

It's really happening, he's leaving.

This was the moment Riki was waiting for his entire life. You, as his best friend, should know this better than anyone. Yet, why… just, why does it hurt so much?

"Seems like you have to get ready to see me on television soon, huh." Riki stood up from his seat with that same smile on his face. Excitement, elation, and nervousness — all of them were so evident on his face, so evident to the point it pained you.

You didn't even know if you could keep up this facade of happiness any longer. A feeble nod was all you could manage to give to him.

"Riki-kun, there you are!"

Just in time as Riki's mother, the same woman who you grew to look up to ever since you were a kid who always tripped on the stairs, came hurrying towards the both of you with hasty steps.

She had gone to the restroom for a while, leaving you and Riki alone only minutes ago. But those brief moments between the two of you were already broken by the announcement earlier.

Although you might've underestimated her hasty pace, because in just a blink of an eye, she was already engulfing Riki in a tight hug.

"Kaa-san— oof!"

The aforementioned boy let out a suffocated yelp from the embrace, yet he returned his mother's affection all the same. "Make sure you text us when you get there safely, okay?" She planted her face onto his shoulder with a sniffle, almost as if she was holding herself back from crying.

"Mm, I will." Riki's voice was a reassuring whisper. But your eyes were too busy gazing upon his face one more time, silently etching his features into your memories.

Who were you kidding? You had done this exact thing hundreds of times before. But this might be the last time you did so when he was still within your reach. You didn't even realize you had been staring at him until Riki held out his fist towards you.

A friendly gesture that was always a tradition between the two of you — such a shame this might be the last time you would do this after a long while.

"Fistbump?" Riki tilted his head to the side, that same soft smile playing on his lips as he signaled towards his extended fist.

If only this weren't such a poignant moment, you would've teased him; you would've said that having a smile on his face was a foreign look.

But you could barely even gather the strength to smile back at him right now, much less tease him whilst you were already trying not to break down and let your feelings for him explode like a bursting dam.

At least, one fistbump wouldn't hurt.

"Fistbump," you affirmed, bringing your fist to collide against his own for one last time.

"This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight J2157 to South Korea. Please proceed to Gate 3 immediately."

It was as if time itself was urging the farewell moments between you and Riki to come to an end, you hated it.

Riki glanced over to the crowd slowly moving towards the said gate, bringing his luggage closer to his figure before turning to his mother. "Kaa-san, I'll text you on the plane. Tell the others goodbye for me, okay?"

"And (Y/N)," he turned to you next, almost taking you by surprise when he did so. But you were even more taken aback when you felt a sudden flick on the center of your forehead — Riki was snickering like a scheming gremlin upon invoking that flabbergasted expression on your face.

"It's nice to see your goofy face before I go."

Even at this sort of moment, he still found the time to joke?

You couldn't help the way the ends of your lips began to curl into a small smile, tinted with a hint of nostalgia. Well, that's the Riki you knew.

You rolled your eyes at his old forehead flick tactic, but that smile on your face couldn't manage to fool anyone.

"See you soon, yeah?" He seemed content upon seeing the smile on your face, leaning back with a satisfied smile.

See you soon, he said. The concept of the word 'soon' had always been far too vague for your liking. It could mean weeks, months, years, any of them — even if you ticked off your calendar day by day, you could never guess when.

See you soon, he said. But when will that 'soon' come? What will become of you and him by then? Would you still stay the same as you were now? Maybe, maybe not.

Riki wanted to become a star, he always shone like no other on the stage. Meanwhile you wanted to live with a sense of sonder, embracing life as it came and went. You and Riki lived in two different worlds, it had always been that way.

See you soon, he said — and what else could you do besides agreeing? You're supposed to be his best friend, after all.

"Yeah... see you soon, Riki."

Such harmless words had never felt so bitter on your tongue before.

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hello moon :) my name's moon too hehe but i prefer cel' more <3 how was ur day?

hihi!!! ure named moon too wow :o (i just realised that is a very common name what was i thinking-) cel' sounds so pretty tho...my day is going well, how is yours?..make sure to drink and eat lots!!

moments like this

juliet’s masterlist

set in early-august, 2021; a few hours after the events of bonding moment

note: the gif is mine!!

warning(s): mentions of hickeys (IT’S GOING TO BE PG TRUST ME 😭), swearing

summary: juliet attempts to introduce chan to one of her favourite movies. it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

a/n: EVERYONE HEAR ME OUT IT’S NOT THAT BAD IT’S MORE FUNNY THAN ANYTHING I PROMISE 🧎🏻‍♀️ IT’S 98% WHOLESOME AND FUNNY YOU’LL SEE 💀😭

“You’re not paying attention.”

Warm lips reluctantly leave her neck. “I am,” Chan defends, “I’m just paying more attention to you.”

“Mhm, sure. What colour was Andy’s dress in the last scene, then?”

The arms wrapped around her waist shift slightly to secure their hold. Juliet wriggles around a little to get more comfortable in her position, where she’s sat in between Chan’s legs on his bed with her back pressed to his chest.

“Are you seriously quizzing me right now?” he whines before gently nuzzling into her neck, pressing several kisses on the skin to show he’s not really upset.

Juliet laughs as her hands find his clasped ones placed over her stomach, aimlessly tracing random patterns on the back of his hand. “I’m just joking, you don’t really have to answ—”

His competitive nature, however, forbids him from letting this go without proving her wrong. “It was black and white, wasn’t it?”

“Nice try, but that was a trick question. She was wearing trousers.”

She relishes in the way the smug smile on Chan’s face drops, and he lets out a loud groan against her skin. “You’re so mean to me,” he complains childishly.

“I said you didn’t have to answer it!”

“You knew I still would because we’re both too competitive for our own good! You reverse psychology-ed me!”

“I don’t like it when you accuse me of something I clearly did.”

Juliet giggles at the little hmph he lets out before deciding to spare him and turning back to the movie, going back several minutes to catch up on the parts they missed during their banter.

It’s only been a few minutes when she feels Chan chuckle against her neck, prompting her to shoot him a questioning glance over her shoulder. “What?” she asks with playful suspicion.

“Nothing,” he says, an endeared smile playing on his lips. “I just think it’s cute that you’ve watched this movie so many times to the point where you can mouth along to every line.”

“It’s a good movie,” Juliet mumbles in defence, folding her arms across her chest, “and the costuming is just so amazing. The fact that this movie was released fifteen years ago and most of the outfits would still be considered stylish today just proves how timeless the costuming is.”

Chan laughs quietly before pecking her cheek. “Okay, my little fashion nerd.”

“I’m literally going to leave.”

The arms wrapped around her waist tighten protectively. “I’d like to see you try. Now go back to your movie.”

“My movie? You’re the one being enlightened, you know,” Juliet mutters incredulously, but does as he says anyways. After all, Anne Hathaway waits for no one.

But it’s when she feels the first few nips just behind her ear that she reluctantly pulls her attention away from the screen, slightly pulling away from his embrace to sit up straight so she look him in the eyes directly. “What are you doing?” she asks, hoping her cheeks don’t betray how flustered she’s getting.

Juliet’s jaw clenches at how Chan blinks at her with feigned innocence. How dare he. “Nothing, baby,” he coos, “just watching the movie. Why, did something happen?”

“That’s… that’s bullshit,” she mumbles, not liking how her words fumble over one another. The pink tinging her cheeks only makes Chan even smugger, and he finds himself overcome with adoration and love.

“You’re adorable.”

“And you’re horrible,” Juliet grumbles halfheartedly, bottom lip subconsciously jutting out to form a small pout as she settles back into his arms and resumes the movie, “what if I had a public schedule tomorrow or in the next few days?”

Chan’s lips find her neck again. “I knew you didn’t, though,” he says, smiling into her heated skin when he feels her body relax, head leaning back to rest against the crook of his neck.

“Will you let me show everyone you’re mine, baby?”

“You were right,” Chan says as the movie comes to an end and the credits start rolling, “it is a pretty good movie.”

He’d expected a triumphant “I told you so” from Juliet, or maybe an endearing mini rant of her favourite parts of the movie now that she didn’t have to hold back in fear of spoiling it for him. But much to his confusion, he’s met with complete silence.

“Minnie?”

No response.

Chan slowly turns his head to face Juliet, his concerned expression instantly melting away into a fond smile the moment he gets a better look at her face, promptly realising she’s fallen asleep against his chest with her head still tucked into the crook of his neck. When or how she managed to doze off, he doesn’t know, but what he does know is that the sight of her relaxed features, void of the stresses that come with their job, has pure love blossoming deep within him, like flowers blooming across a vast meadow until all he breathes is lovelovelove.

“And you said I was the one who didn’t pay attention,” he tuts playfully, carefully moving Juliet onto her back so she can be more comfortable. He switches off her laptop, placing it on his nightstand where she can easily find it in the morning before leaving his bed temporarily to flick off the lights.

Despite Chan’s gentle movements while he tucks her underneath his covers, Juliet stirs as he smoothes the duvet around her sleeping figure, not having entered into a deep sleep just yet. Her eyes flutter open to blearily blink up at the silhouette of his body, illuminated by the city lights filtering through the window.

Chan freezes. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he soothes, hoping his hushed voice is able to lull her back to sleep. “I’m just adjusting the covers.”

Juliet leans up slightly, using her elbows to support her upper body as she looks around the dark bedroom. “Weren’t we… watching the movie? What happened?”

Chan can’t help but chuckle. She’s just too cute. “It just ended. I put your laptop on my nightstand, you’ll see it in the morning.”

“Oh,” she says, her sleepy brain still rushing to process his words as he climbs in to join her under the warm covers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I fell asleep.”

“‘S okay, don’t apologise. You’ve been busy,” Chan smiles reassuringly, arms wrapping around her to pull her closer to his chest. Juliet savours the warmth, immediately curling into his side and nuzzling her face into the silky material of his pyjama shirt. She thinks, as his hand rubs comforting circles on her shoulder, that it’s these moments that remind her to appreciate the small things in life. Idol life is hectic, a constant race against all odds and time; slowing down is not always an easy feat to accomplish, nor is it something people like her can afford to do all the time.

Moments like these are rare, and perhaps it’s this reason that makes her cherish them more, makes her want to hold onto every second she can possibly get. They breathe solace into her soul; they remind her that it’s okay to be human, to enjoy life— because life can still be beautiful even if it’s a frenzied, tumultuously mess ninety-nine percent of the time. Sometimes that beauty doesn’t come easy, which makes her all that more thankful when it does.

“Chan?” Her voice is quiet, but it rings clear as day in the tranquil stillness of the room.

His hum follows shortly after.

“I love you.”

She can’t see his face, what with that darkness and her head tucked under his chin, but she can hear it in his voice as he kisses the top of her head and says, “I love you too. Let’s get some rest, hm?”

Juliet nods, muffling a small yawn behind her hand. The soft caresses on her shoulder and steady beating of his heart underneath her work in tandem to lull her to sleep, and within minutes she’s out like a light.

Chan peers down at her when her breathing evens, smiling lovingly at her peaceful expression as he brushes strands of blonde hair away from her face to tuck them behind her ear. He presses his lips to her forehead. “Good night, my little rose.”

It could be his eyes playing tricks on him, but he swears he sees the faintest of smiles cross her lips.

“Good morning, unnie!” Juliet chirps as she slides into the passenger seat of the company car.

“Good morning,” her manager Eunjung smiles, waiting for the girl to buckle her seatbelt before starting the car to take her back to the dorms, where she can get ready for her lessons and comeback practice in the afternoon. “You’re in a cheerful mood, sleep well? Did you eat yet?”

“Yes to both,” Juliet responds, pulling down the hood of her sweatshirt now that she’s in the privacy of their car, “Channie ordered pancakes from this place close to their dorms. They were really good, we should go sometime with the boys if we’re in the area, or even for a girls’ outing between the two of us.”

The older woman laughs, “Sure, that sounds good. You know that you only have schedules in the afternoon, right?”

Juliet hums in affirmation, switching to the calendar app on her phone to check her plans for the day. “Yep, I just have my Japanese lesson after lunch and then comeback practice, though I might go to the company earlier with the others to work out. Sannie keeps whining that I never go with him these days,” she says with a fond smile.

“Sounds like a plan,” Eunjung says as they come to a stop at a red light. She glances over at Juliet, only for her eyes to widen into the size of saucers before quickly averting her gaze. “A-anyways, I’ll text Sungjin after I drop you off to let him know you’re tagging along when he picks up Sannie, Yeosang, Jongho and Wooyoung later.”

Juliet frowns slightly at her manager’s strange demeanour. “Unnie, are you okay? Why are you acting weird all of a sudden?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

It doesn’t convince Juliet one bit, not when she can clearly see the beginnings of a smirk tugging at the older woman’s lips.

Jongho’s making coffee in the kitchen when she returns to the dorms.

“Your favourite member is back,” Juliet announces as she waltzes into the kitchen, making a beeline to the sink so she can wash her hands.

“I’m overjoyed,” he responds flatly without even looking at her.

“Please, you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jongho dismisses casually, but she knows the feeling is mutual from how he’s suppressing a smile. Tsundere things. He lightly shakes the coffee pot at her, “Anyways, you want some? I made a lot.”

Juliet wipes her hands off on a towel before she turns around to face him. “You know my answer,” she says, already reaching to grab a mug from one of the cupboards. Unfortunately for her, someone (read: the tall ones) decided to put her favourite mug on the very top shelf, treating Jongho to a free comedy show as he amusedly watches the girl stand as far as she can go on her tiptoes in an effort to reach the mug.

Groaning in frustration, Juliet shakes her head aggressively when her much shorter hair starts falling in her eyes; the movement has Jongho freezing on the spot as he catches glimpses of purple among the blonde.

“Juliet,” he says slowly, “what’s on your neck?”

“Wait, I almost got it,” Juliet grunts, feeling her fingertips finally wrap around the glass handle. She yanks the mug down from the top shelf and shows it off to Jongho with a victorious smile. “Got it! What were you saying?”

“I said, what’s on your neck?”

Juliet huffs at the sight of his narrowed eyes, her free hand reaches up to feel around her neck. “Yeesh, what’s with the look? I don’t feel anything…”

Sighing, Jongho taps on his phone to set it his camera to selfie mode before holding it up to her face. “See for yourself.”

Shooting him a questioning look, Juliet moves her hair aside, and it’s then when she finally realises what Jongho’s referring to, having completely forgotten about the purplish splotches dotting the skin behind her ear.

Her mouth opens and closes repeatedly, no sound emitting from her as she tries to find the words, and it finally dawns on her why Eunjung had been shooting her those weird glances in the car.

“Th-that’s why unnie was looking at me like that!” she wails, “why didn’t she tell me?”

Jongho only levels her an unimpressed stare, wanting nothing more than to permanently wipe the image of the hickeys on the neck of someone who he considers a little sister from his mind. “She probably thought you already knew and didn’t even try hiding them from her,” he snorts, “who just forgets that someone gave them… those—those things?”

“I was tired!” Juliet defends, internally panicking at the thought of her upcoming schedules. “I even promised Sannie I’d work out with him later! I can’t do that now or I’ll sweat off the concealer! And what about when we all have to practise together for the comeback later? What am I gonna do?”

“I mean… they’re gonna notice sooner or later, but maybe you should put up the hood for now until we think of a way for you to tell the others.”

She does as he says immediately, roughly tugging on the strings of the hoodie so the hood is now snug around her face, only exposing a small oval around her eyes, nose and mouth.

“Not like that,” Jongho says exasperatedly, “that’s so not subtle. Just… hide them discreetly.”

“Hide what discreetly?” San whistles as he walks into the kitchen with Seonghwa, Yeosang and Wooyoung. He lets out a snicker at the sight of Juliet with her hoodie tightened all the way around her face. “What’s with the get-up, Julie?”

“N-nothing! Just cold.”

Jongho groans at the pathetic excuse, shielding his face with his hands from second-hand embarrassment.

“It’s August,” Yeosang points out, wholly unconvinced. “What’re you hiding?“

“Who said I was hiding something?”

“You’re being oddly defensive,” Wooyoung muses, sharing a look with Jongho upon quickly connecting the dots, “could it be that someone left you a… special something?”

His hint helps Yeosang and San figure it out almost immediately, both collapsing into each other as they burst into a fit of cackles.

Juliet blushes. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Clueless, Seonghwa’s eyes dart between all the members present in the room from Juliet’s embarrassed expression, to Jongho’s unimpressed one, to the ‘WooSanSang’ trio who practically have tears rolling their faces from laughing so hard. “Uh, can someone fill me in? I don’t get it.”

“Nothing! Nothing happened!” Juliet denies over the laughter, “nothing to fill you in on!”

Jongho sighs. “Just tell him, Julie. You can’t hide for much longer. Maybe he’ll even help with Hongjoongie-hyung.”

Seonghwa blinks confusedly. “Me? Help with… Hongjoong? How? And why?”

Letting out a frustrated groan, Juliet aggressively loosens the hoodie around her face, yanking her hair back to show the oldest member the bruises behind her ear. “This happened,” she grumbles, “now will someone please help me cover these up and figure out how to tell the others?”

“Is he a vampire or something?” San howls, “I don’t think even concealer can fully cover those up!”

“Hongjoong-hyung’s gonna freak out when he sees,” Yeosang snickers, still leaning onto Wooyoung for support while the younger boy continues to wheeze with laughter.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa gapes at Juliet in what can only be described as horror and shock in their purest forms. “I—y-you—Chan—”

“Julie, I think you broke him.”

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a/n: i haven’t posted a written scenario for julie in so long whhshwjs 😭 but i was finally able to finish this after submitting my term paper 🥲 also julie’s manager finally has a name ahsjhajs it’s about time bc that woman puts up with too much of her chaos 😭💔 f’s in the chat

thank you for reading and feedback is always highly appreciated hehe feel free to chat with me and lmk what you think 💗 take care besties!!

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