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at this point I’m Iffah’s personal proofreader
good enough? ♡ nr
❝I may be bad at comforting people, but I can’t just let you cry here all alone.❞
ex!niki x gen!reader
genre drabble, angst, hurt w/ slight comfort || w.c 1.0k || warnings reader kinda fruity ngl (dated a female and a male), reader wears a suit 🤤, lowercase intended
the gloomy skies seemed to have darkened by the minute as the droplets of rain pattered against the bus stop’s rooftop. your tear stained cheeks burnt more than ever, breathing ragged from who you thought to be the love of your life to tell you that your relationship was over. you swore every moment you had spent with her was full of light and grace. you were so sure you'd spend your lifetime with the female you deemed to love you wholeheartedly.
in all honesty, you weren't even in the slightest surprised that she’d end it with you as you already noticed her interest in you beginning to decline immensely. she began coming home later than ever, sometimes arriving by the crack of dawn before going back out to whoever knows. her replies were shorter and more seldom, sometimes it would take her days to reply to a simple “good morning”. your relationship was becoming hopeless and you had no idea how to salvage it.
a ray of hope glimmered when she suddenly asked you out on a dinner date in your favourite restaurant for your 4-month anniversary. excitement pulsed through your veins; perhaps this was the road of recovery for your so-called hopeless relationship? you hastily got ready, wearing the prettiest suit you could find before wearing the sheer lipstick she had once bought you. every time you wore that specific shade, she’d compliment you profusely.
you took a cab with the brightest smile on your face, texting your friends how happy you were that she’d finally ask you out on a date after weeks of being distant. the happiness radiating off you was even noticed by the cab driver, who you’d delightfully explain to her that it was your 4-month anniversary and your girlfriend had asked you out on a date. of course, you had to brag about how loving and charming your girlfriend was even if you knew it was all fabricated.
arriving at the restaurant, you tipped the driver as she wished you a happy 4 months anniversary. you were ecstatic about the whole ordeal, feeling it to somehow be more of a fantasy than you’d like to admit it to be so. you sat at the table reserved under her name, awaiting her arrival. one minute turned to thirty minutes, thirty minutes turned into an hour and before you knew it, the restaurant was already closing. the waitresses and waiters escorted you out of the restaurant, flashing apologetic smiles since they could tell what had happened. you had been ditched and possibly, dumped.
you dragged your legs with all the might you could, tears threatening to spill as you bite your lip to contain your sobs. you walked to wherever your limbs could bring you and that being some random bus stop that felt too familiar — but you couldn’t care less. you sat down on the bench, realising rain had begun pouring the second you settled yourself down. your phone vibrated, indicating a text message had been sent. oh god. you were not the slightest bit excited for what was to come as you slid out your phone from your front pocket.
“hi yn. we’re breaking up. I don’t feel the same way I used to.” were the words displayed on your lockscreen sent from your one and only girlfriend. the tears the you had been holding back finally let themselves free as you realised the only reason she had asked you out was only to embarrass you and hurt you further. you never knew one could be so cruel until you met her.
sounds of sneakers hitting against the wet pavement came into hearing and a male panting as he presumably ran through the rain could be heard as well. however, you made no effort to turn your head and observe whoever was beside you at the moment. you were too engrossed with your sob story to even begin to care for whoever was taking heavy breaths next to you.
“yn?” the stranger beside you asked, making your head snap towards him. your eyes widened in pure shock, seeing your ex who you ended off on good terms a couple months prior to your current — well, last — relationship. it was definitely awkward, as the two of you never bothered to reach out to each other during the early moments of your break up. you figured you’d never meet him again since seoul was quite a large city.
yet here he was, under the random bus stop you decided to camp at for your sorrowful heart to be unleashed, only to be interrupted by the presence of nishimura, the menace who used to prank you everytime he had the chance to. he flashed you an awkward version of the boxy smile he used to show you everytime he was happy to meet you, which said quite a lot in this context.
“what are you doing here?” the question came out a little harsher than you expected, not that you had any self control from the recent break up you had just gone through. riki raised his hands in defeat, surprised at how harsh you were even though you two had finally met again.
“I should be asking that question. this is my bus stop home, remember?” he stated nonchalantly, as if the info from months ago was supposed to stick to your brain. you scoffed, nodding before going back to being immersed in your sorrows.
the male sat down beside you, plugging in his earphones since it was common knowledge that riki was really bad at comforting others. you continued to silently cry over the break up, going over every moment when the two of you were together to see what, exactly, went wrong.
a bus pulled over in front of the two of you as the male beside you stood up. before you realised, a hand reached out to yours before pulling you up. you stared at him in shock, yet again. he smiled again. this time relaxed and less nervous than the smile he had shown you before. “I may be bad at comforting people, but I can’t just let you cry here all alone.”
a.n I got bored staying at home today so here's a riki drabble 🫶
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