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"Your love makes me believe in magic, but then I see you, and I believe you're part of dream I never want to wake up"

ᨓ 。painter nishimura ri-ki x sculpture fem reader ꒰🎨꒱﹕fluff ﹕2.4k contains: both are down bad for each other (they believe their love is a work of art itself), flirty Ni-Ki" ┈─★

[七] The heavy scent of clay and plaster filled the studio, mingling with the soft hum of your mouth and the occasional clang of your metal tools. You sighed, wiping a streak of clay off your cheek with the back of your hand. You had rented the space to finish the sculpture you were making for your final exams. It was pretty tough, and you were sure you were about to have the body ache of the century.

You glanced at the clock on your phone, noting the time: ten minutes until it was 4 o'clock. You saw your wallpaper, and a smile escaped your lips. It was a picture of Ni-Ki with some paint on his face and the biggest smile on his face at you, with a beautiful painting he was creating behind him.

It blew your mind how easily he could make your stress disappear, and it has been two years since he has been doing that. Every time you see him, you remember how your relationship started.

Your paths first crossed at a local art workshop, where Ni-Ki was sketching the cityscape and you were molding clay into abstract forms. Somehow, conversations flowed effortlessly, like paint on a canvas. Ni-Ki admired your patience with your craft, while you were captivated by his ability to capture fleeting moments in his sketches.

As days turned into weeks, your shared love for art became the foundation of your bond. You spent afternoons at the gallery, critiquing each other's favorite works and discussing the nuances of colors and textures. Even both of you got scholarships at the same college, so it was like destiny.

Amidst the canvases and clay, your friendship blossomed into something deeper; both of you began to see the world through each other's eyes, finding inspiration in the smallest of details—a brushstroke here, a delicate curve there. Your love for art became intertwined with your love for each other, with each creation a testament to their growing affection.

Your story unfolded like a masterpiece on a blank canvas, where every stroke and every mold told the tale of two souls bound by art and destined to create a life filled with love, inspiration, and endless creativity.

You shut your phone down and stepped back as you contemplated your sculpture. It was an old man grieving—a pretty big old man holding flowers. You saw a few parts lacking in details, so you went back to work on them.

Just as you were getting back into the rhythm of molding the clay, the door to the studio creaked open. You turned around to see Ni-Ki standing there, a mischievous grin on his face and a bag slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, artist," he called out, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "I figured you could use a break."

Your boyfriend approached with a playful glint in his eyes, his voice laced with mischief. "Guess who brought you dinner?" he said, swinging the bag in front of you as he made a funny dance.

You couldn't help but smile back, the exhaustion of the day momentarily forgotten. "You always know how to show up at the right time," you replied, setting your tools down. "What's in the bag?"

"Just a little something to keep you going," he said, opening the bag to reveal a variety of your favorite snacks and a thermos of hot tea. "I figured you might need a break."

You took the thermos, feeling the warmth seep through your fingers. "You're a lifesaver," you murmured, taking a sip and savoring the comforting taste. "I swear, this project is going to be the end of me."

Ni-Ki's eyes softened as he looked at your sculpture. "It's incredible," he said, his voice genuine as he admired it deeply. "You've put so much heart into it."

You glanced at the grieving old man, feeling a mix of pride and anxiety. "I just hope it's enough," you said quietly. "There's still so much to do."

Ni-Ki stepped closer, his presence a soothing balm to your nerves. "Hey, you've got this," he said, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "And that's why I'm here to help you."

You met Ni-Ki's eyes, a grateful smile tugging at your lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you," you admitted, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to ease. He went for an apron and turned around to let you tie it.

His smile turned a bit more playful as he looked back at you. "Well, I do have a few ideas," he teased, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "Like maybe distracting you with some charm, good looks, and other perspectives."

You laughed softly, feeling your cheeks warm. "Is that so? And how do you plan to do that?"

Ni-Ki took a step closer, closing the distance between you two. The apron you were wearing was being pulled by him as his lips went to yours, not kissing them, just teasing. He smirked at your shy demeanor afterward. "But seriously, I’m here to support you in any way you need. Whether it’s a pep talk, some food, or…other distractions." His tone dropped at the end, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You felt a flutter in your chest, and your heart was beating a little faster. "Other distractions, huh?" you echoed, trying to keep your voice steady. "And what exactly do those entail?"

Ni-Ki’s hand moved from your waist to your chin, finally kissing you. You felt like you were melting, his warmth seeping into your very being.

You gently pulled back, a soft smile on your lips. "Just let me focus, Nishimura. You can look around at something you like in the meantime, and I can tell you later what you can do to help me." You turned back to the sculpture, your fingers moving smoothly over the clay, sculpting the delicate details. You heard chair noises behind you and then, soon after, beside you.

You looked up to see Ni-Ki sitting next to you, his head resting on top of his crossed arms, eyes on you. "What are you doing?" you asked, amused.

"What you told me…"

"Which is…?"

"Admiring the prettiest sculpture."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, a shy smile breaking across your face. "You're impossible," you murmured, trying to focus on your work.

Ni-Ki chuckled softly. "It's true, though. I mean, just look at you," he said, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "You're so focused and passionate. It's really…captivating."

You glanced at him, seeing the genuine admiration in his eyes. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble. "You're really something, you know that?" you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What can I say? You are the artist of my heart, turning everyday moments into works of art."

He stood up and went behind you. His arm reached out, gently taking your hand in his, the one with whom you were holding your tool and helping you make the details. 

"And with each brushstroke of kindness, you paint my world in vibrant hues of love," he replied, his thumb brushing over your knuckles seconds after he dropped your hand. "I've never met anyone like you."

You felt a surge of warmth in his words; his presence was both comforting and invigorating. The two of you worked in tandem, your movements guided by his steady hand. Each stroke seemed to breathe life into the sculpture, the old man's sorrow etched deeper with every touch.

As the minutes ticked by, you found yourself more relaxed, your previous tension melting away. Ni-Ki's guidance and encouragement were like a balm to your frazzled nerves. The studio's atmosphere shifted, both of you working in morlding and detailing, creating a quiet symphony of your shared creativity.

Finally, both of you stepped back, taking in the progress you'd made. The sculpture looked more refined and complete, and the old man's grief was almost palpable. You let out a satisfied sigh, turning to Ni-Ki with a grateful smile, who was leaning back against the wall, already looking at you with a soft smile while seeing your shoulders relax.

"Thank you," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "I couldn't have done this without you."

Ni-Ki's eyes sparkled with warmth as he looked at you. "You did all the hard work; your head thought of it, and your hands followed along with your heart," he replied, his tone soft. "I just helped a little."

You shook your head, feeling a wave of affection for him. "No, you did more than that," you insisted. "You always know how to make things better."

He stepped closer, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. "And you always know how to make my heart race," he murmured, his gaze locking with yours.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The weight of the project, the stress of the exams—all of it faded into the background. All that mattered was the connection between you and Ni-Ki, the unspoken understanding that had grown between you.

You leaned in, closing the distance between you once more. This time, when your lips met, it was a tender, lingering kiss, filled with all the unspoken emotions that had built up over time.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your breaths mingling. "I think I can finish this now," you whispered, a newfound determination in your voice.

Ni-Ki smiled, his eyes shining with pride. "I know you can," he said softly. "And I'll be right here, cheering you on. A little bored, I'm going to be honest."

With renewed energy, you turned back to your sculpture, laughing, ready to pour the last of your effort into it. Ni-Ki settled back beside you, a reassuring presence that made the task ahead feel less daunting.

As the hours passed, you worked as hard as you could, with every detail meticulously crafted and every stroke filled with meaning. And when you finally stepped back to admire your finished sculpture, you knew it was a true reflection of your heart and soul.

You turned to Ni-Ki, who was already smiling at you, his eyes filled with admiration and love. "You did it," he said, his voice filled with awe.

You nodded, feeling a mix of exhaustion and elation. "We did it," you corrected, your smile mirroring his.

He pulled you into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly and his chin on top of your head. "I knew you could," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

As you stood before your sculpture, a knot of nervousness twisted in your stomach. Despite Ni-Ki's unwavering support and encouragement, self-doubt began to creep in. "What if it's not good enough?" you muttered quietly, more to yourself than to him.

Ni-Ki turned to you, his expression soft yet determined. "Hey now," he said gently, stepping closer. "None of that negative talk is allowed."

You managed a nervous chuckle, shaking your head. "Sorry, I just… I always second-guess myself."

"You're incredible. Your work is incredible," he affirmed, his voice steady and reassuring. "Believe in yourself, because I believe in you."

His words washed over you like a soothing balm. You gazed up at him, feeling a rush of affection mixed with gratitude. His presence was grounding, and his belief in your abilities was unwavering. "But what if the teacher doesn't like it?" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Ni-Ki's eyes softened, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "Then they don't know true art when they see it," he said with a reassuring smile. "But trust me, they will."

"But-" Before you could say anything more, Ni-Ki leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, reassuring kiss. It was a brief moment, yet it spoke volumes—his faith in you, his admiration, and his desire to silence your doubts with tenderness.

When he pulled back, you blinked, momentarily stunned by the warmth of his gesture. "Wow," you managed to say, your heart fluttering.

Ni-Ki grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Sometimes, actions speak louder than words," he teased gently, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. "I'm proud of you."

"I love you so much, Nishimura." His thumbs still carresed your dirty face. "Stop, I'm not even looking decent."

He looked around to see some of the liquid clay, putting some on his index finger and painting a stroke on his cheek, then yours again, giving him a whine in response.

He laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Now we match," he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "And you always look decent, even when you're covered in clay."

You shook your head, feeling the warmth of his affection wash over you. "You need more." You copy his action and paint a little more on his face.

Ni-Ki’s surprised expression quickly turned into one of playful determination. "Oh, it's on now," he declared, grabbing more clay. You squealed, trying to dodge him, but he was too quick.

Soon, the studio echoed with your laughter as you engaged in a light-hearted clay battle. Everything melted away with each playful swipe, your giggles mixing with Ni-Ki’s chuckles. By the time you both called a truce, you were a delightful mess, with clay smeared across your faces, clothes, and even hair.

Panting slightly from the exertion and laughter, you both stood in the middle of the studio, taking in each other’s appearance. Ni-Ki’s eyes sparkled with mischief and affection. "See? Now we really match," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

You wiped a smudge of clay from his cheek, your touch lingering for a moment. "Yeah, we do," you replied softly, your heart swelling with love.

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I love you," he murmured against your skin, his voice sincere and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

With a shared smile, you both set to work cleaning up the studio, the playful atmosphere lingering. As you tidied up, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. Ni-Ki’s unwavering support and love had bolstered your confidence, making you believe that you could conquer anything.

Once the studio was clean, Ni-Ki helped you cover the sculpture with a protective sheet. "Ready to call it a day?" he asked, his arm draping around your shoulders.

You nodded, feeling a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. "Yeah, I think I am."

He gave you a reassuring squeeze. "Let’s get you home, then. You’ve earned a good rest."

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: This one is for my Ri-Ki soft stans, I did this for us 🦋

𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ BOYFRIEND TEXTS 𖤐 . — nishimura riki

↺ CONTENT: established relationship, idol au, reader is female, reader is not an idol, attempted crack (my type of humor), mentions of heeseung's unseen pc (i need to get them), brief mention of reader being cat-called.

↺ FROM HYE: uh, i have no words so enjoy i guess... @kazuhaiku + @riekiss

𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ LIGHTS, CAMERA AND LOVE 𖤐. — nishimura riki

↺ CONTENT: idol au, both reader and riki are idols, reader is female, brief tooth-rotting fluff.

↺ FROM HYE: this was inspired after watching his artist of the month video heh…

“Hello everyone. I’m (Name) and today, I’m on the set of Studio Choom to film the video for the Artist of the Month,” you introduced yourself, clapping and bowing a little as you sat on the chair provided by the staff. 

“(Name), how does it feel to be chosen as the Artist of the Month?” 

Laughing, you shyly tucked your hair behind your left ear. “Ah, to be honest, I’m not that confident in my dancing abilities. So I was quite shocked when I heard I got selected. But thank you so much for the opportunity provided to me. I will show my best self for everyone and my fans.” 

“Can you tell us what you have prepared for us?”

Humming, you slung your left leg over your right as you rested your hands on your left knee. “I’ve chosen to perform two songs: Rude Boy by Rihanna and Work it by Missy Elliot. I have gone with hip hop and pop, as I always wanted to try dancing to these kinds of songs. And I like challenging myself to new things too.” 

“How would you rate the choreography?” 

You purse your lips, pondering over it before answering. “If you know Pass the Mic by ENHYPEN, take their choreography and multiply it by… three times? It’s quite hard and it took me a while to master it.” 

“Speaking of ENHYPEN, how long have you been dating Nishimura Riki?” 

You gasped, taken aback by the sudden question about your love life. Your face flushed red when you heard the staff laugh at your embarrassment. “We’ve been together for about six months now, and our monthly anniversary is coming tomorrow. Which is also the day the video will drop too. I hope everyone looks forward to it-?” 

You paused when you saw a familiar figure entering the place. You ignored how you were in the middle of an interview, face brightening at the sight of your beloved boyfriend entering. You excitedly waved as Riki got closer. He chuckled, leaning down to press a loving kiss on your forehead as he stood beside you. Due to him being too tall, the camera was not able to capture his face. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you’re still busy with your schedule,” you asked, having to tilt your head up to look at him. 

“We ended early and I decided to surprise you. Although, it looks like you’re in the middle of something,” he sounds sheepish, but the staff merely shrugged his apology off. 

You giggled, leaning against him and faced the camera. “Now that my boyfriend’s here, maybe we should hear some encouraging words from him. Right, Riki?”

“Huh? Why are you suddenly interviewing me?” His eyes widened, not expecting you to change the direction of the interview just like that. You laughed at his reaction, pulling at his hand. 

“Come on, just say a few words!” You begged. 

Sighing, he bent slightly to reveal his face to the camera. “Hello, I’m Nishimura Riki from ENHYPEN. Uh, I don’t have much to say but please show lots of love and support to (Name)’s performance video. It drops tomorrow and I can tell she has put in a lot of effort into making the video. Thanks.” 

“Before we end, could we have the both of you do a dance together?” 

“Aish, I knew there was something else after this,” Riki mischievously wagged his finger at the staff, eliciting a round of amused laughter from them. 

You chuckled, rising to your feet. “Sure, how about we cover Riki’s dance on Studio Choom? The Artist of the Month video and we can do the moment of the video where it's most replayed.” 

“Don’t tell me…” Riki’s voice trailed off, recognition flickering across his face when he saw one of the staff handing both of you sunglasses. 

“Yup.” 

Both of you got into position. Once the music started, the staff were amazed with how in sync you were with one another. Your facial expressions were on point, easily matching the vibes of the song. Thankfully, you did not have to perform the whole choreography and instead, only showcase five minutes of it. When it ended, you were panting and catching your breath. 

“Since when did you learn it?” Riki asked, amazed as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“It was meant to be a surprise, but I guess it’s out of the bag now,” you sheepishly scratched your head, squeaking when he embraced you in a hug, his taller frame hiding you from the camera. The staff took it as a cue to end the recording, wanting to give the couple their much-needed alone time. 

Seeing this, Riki took it as his cue to squish your cheeks with his hands. You made a noise of protest but he ignores it, sniggering at your offended expression. He could no longer hold back, leaning down to give you a searing kiss on your lips. Before you could react, he had pulled away. A satisfied smirk appeared on his face at the sight of your dazed look. 

“You’re so cute,” he teased. 

“Riki!”

Needless to say, the video did well and most of the comment sections were filled with people squealing over your relationship. 

‘(Name) and Riki are so cute together! And the way they are in sync with one another is so cool! Truly the power duo we need.’

‘Forget Riki, I want (Name) instead.’

‘The part where they threw their sunglasses at the same time… chefs kiss.’ 

2:24 am ― nishimura riki

synopsis | you dip your fries in soft serve ice cream, your boyfriend ni-ki seems to have a problem with it.

wc | 0.3k

pairings | ni-ki x fem!reader

genre | timestamp, fluff, established relationship

tw | annoying bf niki

note | a repost from something i wrote in 2021. if anyone recognizes this its cuz i posted it on my old blog. also i jus noticed he's 16 in this fic cuz that was his age when i wrote it :(

“what the hell are you doing?!” riki screamed as you dipped your french fry into your ice cream. 

“eating this?” you answered, confused as to why your boyfriend seemed so bothered. 

“no. absolutely not.” he said, shaking his head and making a fake puking sound. 

you and riki were bored and energetic teenagers who had nothing to do, so what else would you do rather than show up at your local 24/7 fast food joint? 

that’s exactly what you did. 

you were broke 16 yr olds so naturally, you stole coupons from riki’s dads car glove compartment. with the limited options of free food, you guys decided on fries and ice cream. 

“thats so gross who would dip fries in ice cream?” he looked at you disappointed. 

“it’s salty and sweet dumbass. it’s like chicken and waffles or salted caramel.” you rolled your eyes, happily munching on your ice cream covered fry. 

your boyfriend flicked your forehead and laughed. “y’know i might have to break up with you since u like such a horrid food combo.” 

“too bad you love me too much.” you stated. 

“unfortunately.” he mumbled and you hit his arm playfully. 

“hey! says the weirdo who microwaves his strawberries.” you said dipping another fry in your cup. 

“hey! they’re good warm!” he fought back. 

“no. absolutely not.” you said, shoving the dipped fry in his face. he cringed and leaned away from you. 

“just try it! i promise it’s good.” you said giving him a sweet smile. 

he looked at you and then the fry and couldn’t resist your adorable smile. after all, he loved you so much. 

but not enough to try that atrocious food combo. 

“no!” he covered his eyes. “stop being cute i’m trying to save my taste buds!”

you laughed and popped the fry in your mouth. 

“fine your loss.”

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