riki.nishimura. → yours sincerely

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I head home, still giving a bunch of sighs and being stuck in a state of my own thoughts. But then as I realised I am literally Haeun, I quite quickly got over my little, dramatic self.

I was alone in the house for a good while, Eunmi had gone shopping with my mother, I have no idea how she managed to convince Ji-eun to go shopping when she doesn't even have money, since she has no job.

But either way, I'm not complaining about being alone, it'd finally give me time to finish the letter I was supposed to send to my penpal.

I sat at my desk, heaving a large sigh and reading what I wrote last time.

Adding to the letter, I began writing.

'riki, when you think of me, even though like, we havent seen eachother or anything personally

what kind of girl do you think i am?

one that's shy and timid? or one that's bold and conceited?

do you see me as a girl the kind of girl who has no issue with kissing a guy and then pretending to like his best friend?

that was so specific.... anyways

i don't have anything else to say, so,

lots of love

haeun!!'

I left the page on my desk, giving another sigh, but a text message briefly cut my boredom out. I stared at my phone, looking at the random message I received from a person, with a number I did not recognise.

I stared at the message on my screen, then immediately wrote back.

haeun: who the hell is this

I should've seen this coming, everybody probably saw this coming, clearly I was blind.

niki: one and only

niki: you busy?

I gave a groan, his conceited texting style made it quite obvious as to who it was anyways. I didn't even need a name, I just knew.

haeun: no eunmi and my mother are out so i have nothing to do

haeun: why?

haeun: reminiscing about the classroom moment? ;)

I decided to tease him a little, I found it funny, it was entertaining.

niki: home alone?

haeun: get that thought out of your head

haeun: but yes

niki: what would you say if i came over?

niki: dont fret im not here for anything weird

niki: just for a conversation

I gave it a small thought, he did say he was here for solely a conversation - however - would I really complain if it turned into something more?

No, exactly, reasonable thinking this time.

haeun: come on then

niki: omw

I stood up hurriedly after his text, quickly touching up my makeup and clearing up my room a little, so it'd look a bit presentable. I glanced occasionally out of my balcony, just to make sure he wasn't here yet.

I moved the letter to the side of my desk so I wouldn't forget to post it - I keep forgetting to post the letters quickly, and I'm pretty sure my penpal is hating me right now.

But oh well. Amidst thought, a rigid knock assert it's entrance. I quickly made my way downstairs, opening the door, and without even saying anything, he let himself in, looking around.

His strong cologne hung strongly in every room we wandered in, and eventually, we trailed our way up to my room. Niki looked around, nodding his head, approving of my room seemingly.

His attention was then turned to the letter on my desk, and at first, I was too busy to notice him, scrolling on my phone without glancing at him. But as I noticed him being oddly quiet and still, I dart my head to look at him.

I did a double take, standing up in such a hurry and snatching the letter out of his hands. That letter was so evidently referring to him, and with him reading it, I was flustered.

He looked over at me, a light smirk caressing his face as I folded the letter up, throwing it on my desk again.

"Your penpal?" He raised a brow as I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"Don't touch things that aren't yours." I bitterly replied, an icy countenance resting on my face.

His fingers traced my collarbones, his cold touch against the warm skin of my collarbone. He focused on where his hands were wandering, and eventually, his thumb pulled my lower lip slightly downwards, his eyes focused on them.

"Are you a shy and timid girl, or a bold, conceited one?" Niki's voice rumbled low, each word deliberate and weighty. He was referring to the question I asked my penpal in my letter.

The air between us grew heavy and thick as his fingers still wandered around my face.

"Mmm." He thought, his voice carried a slight croak to it, "I'd say you're quite a surprising girl, you're not the girl I thought you'd be." Niki replied as I rolled my eyes.

"That question wasn't for you." I gave a scoff, but still, kept his words in mind. Niki's eyes looked up from his hands, and our eyes intertwined once more.

I'm gonna hate myself so much for wanting this man once more, but as our gazes correlated, his touch on my bare skin already turned my skin flushed, he pulled my face back into a kiss.

This is the second time I'm making out with a guy I'm supposed to hate. But the way his hands trailed around my body, the way he moved in the same rhythm as I did.

How could you even blame me?

I stumbled backwards as the kiss between us was heavy and lustful, Niki's hands messed with my shirt, his hands wandering under them as I placed mine on his abdomen.

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omg stop

STOP IT NOW

alr im updating the sunghoon fic now dont kill me