"Mori always remember I only ever feel ataraxia with you - ni-ki. " ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅★ ˚. ALL FICTIONAL ! INSTAGRAM X IRL FF FEATURING NISHIMURA RIKI AS THE MALE LEAD

One night. Just mojitos and a messy kiss. She wasn't supposed to see him again- But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now they're best friends who flirt too much, fight too loud, and fall into bed way too often. No strings, no labels. Just feelings they pretend don't exist.

she was the girl ni-ki was never supposed to care about. loud arguments, sharp comebacks, and constant tension - they were enemies, everyone knew that. So when a stupid bet with his best friend dares him to prove he feels nothing for her, ni-ki agrees without a second thought. easy, right? but the more time he spends trying to "prove" it... the harder it gets to lie - to her, to sunghoon, and especially to himself. because the only thing worse than falling for her? falling for her while she still thinks you hate her. tw // rumors. harassment. slutshaming. emotional conflict. heavy angst. strong language. nsfw scenes. messy friendships. complicated love. read with care - not everything is soft here

Riki moved to Seoul, planning to start a new life. Though meeting a lost spirit in the cheap house he just bought, is clearly not on his plan-list. Let alone fell for it. -

- airport hugs are supposed to be the most authentic and genuine hugs - but i guess not in mei hirata's case, where she accidentally hugs the wrong guy at the airport

- HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 #NIKI, #1 #ENHYPEN, #1 #NIKINISHIMURA | he had to look for someone, whereas she wasn't looking for anyone - one day she left her cherry-coloured lipstick print on his glass, and he was intrigued.

- two penpals swore an oath to never discover their true identities aside from names, that is, up until one day haeun unknowingly finds herself transferring to the same school as her penpal, riki nishimura - the difference? he knows that she's his penpal, and she has no idea

"You ever think about dying?" Riki asked suddenly, his voice softer now, almost tender. Ryu's heart skipped, but she didn't let it show. "Sometimes," she admitted. He nodded, as if her answer made sense, as if it was the only answer that could make sense. "It's not the dying that scares me," he said, flicking ash off the edge of the rooftop. "It's the not feeling anything before it happens." She didn't know what to say to that, so she said nothing. Instead, she watched him, the way his hair fell into his eyes, the way the silver of his necklace caught the last light of the setting sun. He looked like a boy trying to be a ghost, or maybe a ghost trying to be a boy. She couldn't tell which. Riki turned to her then, his gaze locking onto hers with a quiet intensity that made her chest tighten. "You know what the worst part is?" he said. "What?" "You remind me of me."

Sol Whi has spent her entire life in and out of hospitals, trapped in a cycle of treatments, medications, and lonely days staring out the window. With a weak immune system keeping her away from the outside world, she's long accepted that her life will never be normal. Riki, on the other hand, is the definition of normal-active, carefree, and full of life. That is, until a sudden car accident lands him in the very place he never thought he'd be: a hospital room across from Sol Whi's. Two strangers, two completely different lives. But when their paths unexpectedly cross, Sol Whi and Riki find themselves drawn to each other in ways neither of them expected. For Sol Whi, Riki is a glimpse of the outside world she's never had. For Riki, Sol Whi is a reminder of how fragile life can be.