𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 "𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐲."

"I don't care about the consequences and secrets you have....I just want you"

⇝ "Fine. You want to settle this? Let's race." Once best friends, now, they're rivals, and everything they've buried resurfaces on the track. After everything, they start to re-connect again. Are they going to be able to keep up the hating game, or admit?

sori moves to seoul for dance quiet, focused, alone. then she meets ni-ki. distant, unreadable, and far too captivating. in a story of late-night practices, silent glances, and slow steps toward something unknown, sori begins to realize that maybe dance isn't the only thing she came here to find.

Choi Yena, a talkative and loud girl, meets Nishimura Riki, a quiet and bruised boy. They are forced together in detention, and she gets under his skin before they realise it. grumpy x sunshine, slow burn, opposites attract tropes

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

"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.

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Liliana swore off F1 drivers after a situationship gone wrong-until Ni-ki, the coldest racer on the grid, offers her a fake relationship she should have said no to.」 ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ Lily sighed, the sound heavy. She turned her head slightly to meet his gaze, her voice barely a whisper. "What the heck are we doing? "You tell me," he said, his voice now a low, dangerous murmur, like a blade wrapped in velvet. The words cut, precise and cold. "You're the one who keeps insisting this is casual." "Because it is casual. We made a deal. That's precisely what this is." "Right," he scoffed, the sound a sharp, brittle shard of irony. "A deal. With carefully managed timelines and choreographed fake flirting and matching outfits and-whatever this is." He gestured vaguely at the small, white flower still tucked innocently behind her ear, its delicate petals stark against her dark hair. "You're the one who initiated this, Ni-ki. You wanted this." "Yeah, well, maybe I didn't think it would feel so-" He stopped himself abruptly, jaw clenching, his gaze darting away as if the very words he was about to speak were a betrayal. "Forget it." "No, say it," she challenged, the words slipping out, propelled by a dangerous curiosity before she could even register them. "You want me to spell it out, Liliana?" he asked, looking back at her now, his head shaking slowly, a profound, aching regret etched into his sharp features. "We were supposed to fake-date to distract the media and make some exes jealous. Not end up sneaking into each other's heads at night." "You think I wanted that? You think I asked for this?" "You shouldn't," he snapped, rising to his feet as well, his proximity suddenly stifling, overwhelming. "Not if it's casual, remember?" "Maybe you're right," she said quietly. She brushed past him, the contact brief, electric, yet she kept m