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1 4 3-POINTER — n.rk [teaser!]

pairing: musician!reader x sports captain!riki

synopsis: after forcing yourself to stop playing basketball due to peer pressure, you meet nishimura riki – who reminds you of past you ; and you hate it. you hate him. So why do you find yourself wanting to help him when he's going through tough times? 

genre: comfort fluff, sports au, angst, enemies to lovers

release date: i dont know actually haha im guessing april??

warnings: profanity, injuries, reader and riki r both very dumb, but theyre also very young and emotionally very unstable. peer pressure is bad.

featuring: enhypen + hanni pham from newjeans!

est wc: 10k ish..

authors note: hello hello!! so basically i saw a riki holding a basketball and my sexy brain was like omg lily u should write a riki bball au and so i am. also im so proud of myself for the title of the fic. 143 pointer is like 3 pointer with 143 bc it means ily. im such a genius. LOL ANYWAYS im rlyl excited for this fic 😇👆

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(ps: there is no like actual teaser like i havent even begun to work on this fic i just came up with the synopsis haha amazing)

This is WILDLY impressive 

why do people leave me and not feel an absence? nothing about me was worth having? nothing worth remembering? reminiscing? fighting for? wanting back?

⋆ NOW WE DATE ! · psh — TEASER !

SYNOPSIS · everyone knew you were sunghoon's biggest fan— or so you claimed to be— it didn't take a scientist to guess after your nonstop gushing about him during enhypen's debut. now, they didn't know you found him 'babygirl shaped,' not until you accidentally tweeted it on your main.

GENRE · fluff, humour, mutual pinning, mini smau

WARNINGS · usual kys / kms jokes

NOTE · hey lol i was bored so im dropping this teaser ??? 😭😭 pls this wont be out until after my exams, i just wanted to post this helpp idk send ask / comment to be on the taglist...the mlist will be out next month . ok bye once again

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when your circle small but y’all crazy!!

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PSH ☆ TO SOMETHING MORE →⠀ roommates with a hint of feelings. 818 words ⠀ sunghoon x reader. fall in you — ha sungwoon

a warm sensation presses onto your head every few seconds, sending slight shivers down your skin.

despite the heaviness in your eyes, you compel yourself to open them, and a familiar figure you never would’ve imagined to see the first thing when you wake up unblurs itself in a moment.

“sunghoon?”

his hand stops a few inches above your head, lips curling into a smile when his eyes meet your weary ones. “you’re finally awake.”

“what are you doing here?” you ask. just as you are about to get up from your position, his hand lightly pushes your head down and you fall back to the bed.

the warm and wet sensation returns once again. when you reach up to feel it, you realize the current situation you must be in.

“you have a fever. i’m making sure to reduce it.” sunghoon takes the damp towel and swipes it across your forehead in slow, gentle strokes. each movement is delicate, careful as if you can break from a simple touch.

not a single word has been exchanged since then.

a minute stretches into what feels like hours as sunghoon continues with his actions. it’s as if the both of you are the only ones existing in the world—just you two, in the small space of your bedroom, hearts beating silently while his hand runs over your head.

it’s not that you didn't like it, and perhaps you like it a little too much as you observe sunghoon and trace every single detail in this exact moment—the way the dim light softens his features with a certain type of glow, the way his eyes are unmoving and focused on one point, that being you, and the way his lips are pursed in concentration. his lips…

wait, you’re not supposed to be thinking about that.

“i-i can do it myself,” you shift around the bed away from sunghoon, seizing the towel between his fingers. heat flares your cheeks despite being cold all over, and perhaps you didn't need the towel to warm yourself after all. “you don't need to take care of me.”

“of course, i should. how could i not when you passed out on the floor earlier?”

“we’re only roommates, sunghoon,” the truth spills from your lips without thinking. “you don't need to feel obligated to take care of me.”

silence hangs in the air at the lack of his reply. his eyes were trained on somewhere else, contemplating, before bringing it back to you with an unusual kind of gaze. a gaze that tells you he has something important to say. a gaze that tells you there’s something more. “i’m not doing this just because it’s an obligation or just because we’re roommates.

“i’m doing this because i care for you a lot, much more than you think.”

your mind drowns in his words until it was all you could think about, repeating itself over and over again like a broken record.

i care for you a lot.

more than you think.

how?

and since when?

you didn't even notice sunghoon taking the towel away from you and placing it neatly above your head until the seat scrapes against the surface when he stands up.

“wait-” you grab onto his hand impulsively. “are you leaving?”

for the first time tonight, sunghoon lets out a chuckle. “no, i’m just going to get medicine for you. why? miss me already?”

right, this is the sunghoon you know by heart. the teasing sunghoon. the sunghoon that you banter with every once in a while. the sunghoon that never misses to make you pancakes in the mornings with words of affirmation scribbled messily in maple syrup. the sunghoon that tells you random pickup lines he finds on the internet out of the blue.

your roommate sunghoon.

but tonight, this sunghoon is different from the rest. you couldn't pinpoint what it is, but you can feel it in the way your heart tells you so. although one thing’s for sure—you want this version of him to remain with you for a little while longer.

“can you stay for a minute?” you ask. “at least until i fall asleep? your hand is warm.”

without a word, he returns to sitting down next to you, interlocking his warm hand with your cold ones as he basks in the feeling of your temperature contrasting his own.

“go to sleep. i’ll stay.”

when you finally close your eyes, surrendering yourself to sleep from the exhaustion you felt and the heat of his touch, sunghoon never once left. instead, he stayed, leaning his head on your bed frame, his hand still locked with yours as he, too, fell asleep.

sunghoon does care for you—a lot more than you think, a lot more than roommates should.

and he wishes that one day he’ll be able to stay with you, until the end of eternity, just like this.

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koi no yokan | n.rk

genre: fluff, high school au, implied enemies to lovers, bad boy x good girl, reader and niki are in detention, content warning: a little profanity

“I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” Niki teases, flicking a small paper ball at your back from his seat behind you, there were plenty of other desks available and the fact that he chose to sit so close to you made your blood boil.

You clench your jaw in annoyance at his childish antics, the sound of his voice only aggravating you further, you shut your eyes for a quick moment to compose yourself before turning around in your chair to face him. You were class president after all, you had to maintain your diplomatic reputation, “What is your problem with me?”

Niki leans forward in his chair, hands shoved in the pockets of his black slacks, “That’s funny, I was just about to ask the same thing.”

Your mind temporarily focuses on the fact that he’s closer in proximity now, not too close but close enough you could smell the musky scent of cologne wafting from his lean figure. You quickly snap back to reality when Niki chuckles at your lack of response, the little moment clearly giving him an ego boost.

You turn back around with a roll of your eyes, not wanting to give him anymore satisfaction,“I’m pretty sure you’re the reason I got detention.”

Niki scoffs in disbelief. “More like you’re the reason I got detention, you snitch.” He retorts.

Your mouth falls open at his insult, going against your better judgement you quickly whip back around to face him once again, eyes narrowing at the brunet boy, “I’m not a snitch! If you weren’t vandalizing school property like the delinquent you are we wouldn’t be stuck here!”

Niki’s eyes are narrowed back at you, hands still remain in his pockets though this time he’s leaned back in his chair. “You’re the psycho that attacked me! If you would’ve just let me run away like any other normal person we wouldn’t be stuck here!” He uses your own words against you and you swear no one has ever gotten under your skin quite like Riki Nishimura.

“Not only is vandalism against school policy, it’s also against the law, you lowlife criminal.”

“Well,” Niki begins sarcastically with a dramatic roll of his eyes, “Lock me up and throw away the key.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, take a number and get in line.”

Eventually thirty agonizing minutes passed by without another word from you or Niki, there was only ten minutes left of detention now and you had planned on spending the remainder of it finishing your game of Tetris on your old flip phone you snuck in prior to detention since the principal had taken away your smartphones.

You had gotten so immersed in your game you were oblivious to the boy behind you beginning to stir awake, he might’ve stayed in his deep slumber if it wasn’t for the harsh clicks of your fingers against the buttons of the phone and your whispered curses anytime you didn’t land a block exactly the way you intended but nonetheless nothing seemed to be going your way since you met Niki.

“I thought you were supposed to be a goody two-shoes.” He rests his chin on top of your head, larger frame towering over yours. His deep voice is slightly raspy from his previous nap making it all the more attractive and it causes a shiver to go down your spine.

You’re not sure what to say being caught red handed by none other than the devil himself, you knew he would never let you live this down. So you opt for swiftly attempting to shove the phone into the desk, but his nimble fingers snatch it.

“Hey, give it back!” You simultaneously jump out from your seat as Niki does.

He laughs, holding the phone away from your reach as you attempt to get it back, grabbing onto his arms though it does nothing, he’s able to easily overpower you by simply breaking free from your grip.

“Sneaking a phone into detention?” He tsks at you, “That’s against school rules. Looks like you’re a total hypocrite, miss president.”

“Why do you always have to be such an asshole?!” You huff, shoving his broad shoulders which barely had any effect on the boy as he continues to laugh but you won’t give up so easily.

Before Niki knows it, you pounce on him, causing you both to tumble down on the ground.

Much to your dismay you land right on top of him, your palms harshly smacking onto the wooden floor on either side of his head, your outstretched arms thankfully stopping your face from crashing directly into his, preventing what would’ve been a very awkward kiss.

You know you should get up and pretend nothing happened, you know it’s wrong to be staying in this position with him longer than necessary but for some reason you can’t bring yourself to pull away from him.

The way he’s looking at you right now has you in a daze, the constellations of tiny moles scattered across his face and neck takes you to outer space, his dark eyes like black holes, drawing you in with great force and you can’t escape. The multiple small silver hoops that adorned his ears like planetary rings, and the way his flawless ivory skin glowed like the pale moonlight is enough to have you feeling like a supernova just exploded inside your chest.

Despite the throbbing pain in the back of his head Niki smirks up at you, “You little pervert. Was this your agenda all along?”

Of course he had to say something stupid to ruin the moment and even though you should feel relieved a small part of you can’t help but also feel slightly disappointed.

You scoff at his accusation, “Fuck off, Nishimura.” Using his shoulder as leverage for pushing yourself off him, “I wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last man on earth-“ Your little rant is cut short when Niki suddenly lifts himself up, his long slender fingers wrapping around the wrist of your hand that once held his shoulder, tugging it towards his chest, his grip rough but gentle while forcing you closer to him.

“Go ahead,” The tip of his nose caresses yours, his plump lips lingering millimeters from your own, his thigh trapped between your knees as you kneel so you’re just barely hovering above him, “What were you saying?”

You’re absolutely mortified by the position you’ve let yourself be put in by Niki and even more ashamed at the warm sensation that runs through your entire body.

It’s wrong and yet the way his other hand is resting on your waist feels right.

He chuckles at your silence, before finally letting you go allowing you both to break apart and stand up. “Detention should be over by now.” You say, clearing your throat, hands straightening out the black fabric of your skirt, deciding to ignore the whole ordeal that just unfolded between you and Niki.

However, Niki seems to disagree with your decision, eyes scanning you up and down, a smirk still plastered on his face as he watches you adjust your school uniform, knowing it’s just nervous fiddling.

“Jake’s throwing a party friday night, you should come.” He offers, his intense gaze unwavering.

You avoid his eyes, but still manage to speak confidently, “I don’t go to parties.”

“Because you don’t get invited?” He teases once more, knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

You stomp your foot, giving the boy a pointed look as you meet his gaze.

He lazily raises his hands up in surrender, his silver chain bracelets clinking together on his wrist as he lets out a light laugh and you hate the way you chuckle along with him.

“You don’t get detention either but that didn’t turn out so bad, did it?”

“Says who?” You retort, crossing your arms over your chest, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Just think about it.” Niki shrugs before grabbing his backpack from his desk, flinging it over his shoulder, and leaving you alone in the classroom for your own thoughts to consume you.

This was only your second encounter with Riki Nishimura and as much as you hoped it would be your last you couldn’t shake the inevitable feeling that this was just the beginning.

author’s note: I’m thinking of writing a pt. 2 and possibly making a taglist pls lmk what u think

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better boyfriend – park sunghoon

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pairing: fashion student sunghoon x afab reader (feat. sports major heeseung)

genre: angst, more suggestive (mdni)

plot: you find sports major heeseung hot, but your best friend sunghoon isn't too happy with the idea of losing you.

warnings: reader likes heeseung but not really just finds him hot, sunghoon is a little jealous, use of the nickname brat, sunghoon is hinted at being a dom, mild grinding over the clothes. another one that is more suggestive than smutty, sorry not sorry. full on smut is coming i just like to tease myself with suggestive writing.

wc: 1747

Park Sunghoon hated the way you stared at Lee Heeseung as he played football outside. You were both fashion students, and you were both seated beside one another at the only available window in the classroom. You found it the perfect chance to ogle the famed and extremely handsome sports major.

Sunghoon grabbed the edge of your chair and pulled you closer to him, further away from the window. He scowled. He had been waiting years for you to look at him that way, but you never spared him a second glance half the time.

Or so he thought.

In the dark of movie theatres, or between gaps in conversations where he gave another one of your friends his full attention to discuss their opinions—that was when you stared at him in the same way, if not with more burning passion behind your eyes.

You turned your head rapidly to stare at Sunghoon with a glare at the sudden movement, but he kept his head forward as if he was laser focused on every word your tutor said. You couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he looked, especially since he had dyed his hair back to its original colour as of recent weeks.

You bit the inside of your cheek. No, you refused to think about Sunghoon out of all people in that way. He was… Sunghoon. Sweet, kind, friendly Sunghoon. But you did think about him that way. When your hand slipped down your body at night, it was his name you chanted in your mind like a mantra.

“Stop staring at me,” He whispered through gritted teeth. Your cheeks burned hot to the touch at his words of catching you out, and you wanted to reach a hand out to slap him.

“Me? Staring? At you?” You scoffed, but the waver in your voice gave you away. “As if. In your dreams, Park,” You snapped, Sunghoon finally turning his head to look into your eyes.

“Baby, trust me, you don’t want to know what I do to you in my dreams,” He sounded serious, not even a lift of a corner of his lips.

You felt your body get impossibly hotter if you even thought that human feasible, only just realising how close your faces were due to his previous actions on your chair when you felt his breath fan your face. You gasped and snapped your head to the front of the class, acting as if you had been paying attention the whole time.

Sunghoon’s lip finally turned up at the corner into a smirk, turning his own head to watch the tutor while his arm rested lazily over the back of your chair.

***

“Stand still,” Sunghoon snapped, his hand slapping your thigh lightly. You groaned and tried not to wiggle, but you felt like your legs were becoming jelly.

“How much longer do I have to stand here?” You asked, staring down at him as he tried to pin the two pieces of material together. He reached the bottom of your leg and then nodded, pushing back on his swivel chair to admire his work in full.

You couldn’t help but notice though that even over the fabric, you felt his touch linger as if it broke his heart to pull away from you. You tried to compose yourself the best you could. You couldn’t give into your intrusive thoughts, not when you weren’t sure about his feelings for you.

Sunghoon stared at the two toned pants, chewing the pen in his hand before he let out a loud, long sigh. You groaned at his response, holding onto the wall beside you for dear life. “They look fine, for fuck sake, please get this off me so I can sit down. This has been going on for hours.”

Sunghoon stared up at you, his eyes a little hard. “If your legs give in this easy from just standing in place, then how will you handle having sex? Bet you’re the type to get cramp after a minute or something.”

You slapped the top of his head, Sunghoon yelling out a ‘hey’ in response. His hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, his chin coming to rest on your stomach. You stared down at him, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“What was that for?” He asked, his lips pouted.

“That was for insulting my stamina, asshole,” You snapped, but the smile you made betrayed your faux anger.

Sunghoon nuzzled his chin more into you, lazily smiling as his hands rubbed the backs of your thighs. “Shall we get out of these. Maybe then you can show me just how much stamina you actually have?”

“Is that a dare?” You asked, your hand coming down to push the fallen hair back out of his face.

Sunghoon shook his head. He hummed, and turned his head to one side. “See it as a confession of sorts. Not a proper one, obviously. I need to prepare better for that.”

“A confession?” You choked out, letting out a huff of a breathy laugh. “Don’t joke with me like that Sunghoon.”

His smile dropped, his face serious. His fingers dug a little too hard into the backs of your thighs. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

You sucked in a breath, trying to squirm away from Sunghoon. You almost fell backwards off the black wooden box he situated you on, but his hands were swift to protect you from any harm.

He said no more as he pulled his body away from yours, his delicate fingers pulling out the pins and placing them in a cushion beside him. Once the whole front side was separated from the back, the material fell from your legs in a puddle and you felt exposed, vulnerable.

Being the gentleman he was, Sunghoon turned away from you and for extra measure, he closed his eyes. You could see it all in the mirror situated before you both. You bit the inside of your cheek, deciding it best to shoot your shot now only to be told it was a joke rather than wait and get rejected later on.

You climbed off the box and made your way to his chair, walking around. You rest your hands on his shoulders and straddled is lap. Still, he kept his eyes closed.

“You can open your eyes,” You whispered.

In an instant, they flickered opened. You felt your heart beat rise, and his fingers ghosted over your hips. You wanted to sit down further against him, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his plush lips.

But could you really cross that boundary? Risk your friendship that way?

A part of you begged to cross the boundary, while another feared losing him.

You listened to the former thoughts finding the risks outweighing the fear of him finding someone else.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to gently hold his jaw, your eyes locked in on his lips. You parted yours, begging for him to touch you, show you somehow it was okay for you to be like this with him.

“What are you doing, my pretty girl? Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” He asked, gulping ever so slightly. His hands had the opposite reaction, they acted confident as his thumbs rubbed at your bare skin just under the hem of your shirt.

You shifted on his lap and mumbled, “I don’t like Heeseung. He’s hot, sure, but… I don’t like him,” You mumbled, one of your hands moving around his head to his hair. Your fingers gently raked his scalp, Sunghoon closing his eyes and humming in response.

“And who do you like?” He asked quietly, his hands squeezing your sides ever so slightly.

You lead down enough so your lips could ghost over his, joking, “That actor Lee Jongsuk.”

Sunghoon’s eyes flew open, his stare hard. He moved his hands to your ass, gripping roughly as he held onto you and stood from the chair. “I dare you to say that again.”

You hummed, smirking. “Aw, is my little baby Sunghoon scared of losing me?”

Sunghoon scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t test me, pretty girl. I’m only going easy on you because you’re not officially mine. The second you admit you’re madly in love with me, your ass is going to be on fire from my spanking because you’re being a little brat.”

You giggled and pecked his lips, pulling away. At first, he tried to chase after your lips, but you stopped himself. “Say it, tell me you’re mine.”

You faux pouted, pressing your pout against his lips for a brief second once again. “Why don’t you want to share me?”

“Because I don’t like to share what’s mine,” He stated a little too harsh, causing you to rush out a babble of promises that it was him you liked, and you belonged to him only alongside a mess of a confession about your true feelings for him.

Sunghoon smirked, one of his hands landing a soft spank on your ass. “Good girl,” He compliment before he navigated his way to the other side of his room to rest you on his bed. He instantly slotted himself between your legs, pressing his crotch hard against yours. His sweatpants were the thin kind, causing you to feel the curves of his cock pressed into the thin material of your underwear.

He teasingly ground into you, smirking as his lips ghosted over yours. “Fuck,” You whispered, your lips chasing after his but he just pulled back. “Don’t tease me, please,” you pouted.

Sunghoon didn’t want to give in, he for sure wanted to fuck you as hard as he could so he was engraved in your brain, in your veins. But he wanted to also show you just how much he could treat you better, make you feel real good. So he decided not to go for the rough route…

For that night at least.

Sunghoon pecked your lips several times before he finally fully pressed his lips to yours, moving slowly. The kiss was sweet, gentle, and full of hidden love. Sunghoon parted his lips into the kiss, his tongue playfully poking at your bottom lip. His hips ground into yours, trying to elicit a pretty moan from you.

As if right on cue, you made the sound he was dying to hear. He rest his head in your neck, muttering more so to himself. “I’m fucked…”