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lattenha · 20 days

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HAIR — N. RIKI

riki has a few things to say about your hair. ft. non-idol!riki x gn!reader genre! one-shot fluff

“your hair is so long.” riki remarks, his fingers delicately toying with the stray strands that spill on his bedsheets.

you frown, uncertain whether his comment was intended as a compliment or an insult to the length of your hair. his deadpan, monotone delivery makes it challenging to decipher his intentions. something you often struggled to grasp throughout the entirety of your friendship.

“do you not like it?” you ask, a hint of sadness in your tone.

riki shoots upright in bed, panicking when he realizes that the lack of ethos behind his words led him astray from what he intended to do: compliment you.

“n-no! it— that’s n-not what i meant…” he sputters, failing to properly console you of his mistake. if there’s one thing riki’s good at, it’s acting a fool when it comes to being around you.

“sorry…” he murmurs under his breath.

you shuffle against the sheets to sit up, hugging your knees close to your chest as you look to your best friend with a pout. the pitiful expression on your face is akin to a kicked puppy. riki finds himself at war with his mind to keep it from wandering into dangerous territory, areas within the deepest parts of his brain that he refuses to unlock or acknowledge.

but it’s extremely difficult to not lean in and do something about those lips of yours that are calling to him.

his gaze shifts to your hair, slightly tousled from the past hour of lounging in his bedroom together. he reaches forward to brush the loose strands into place while also tucking pieces behind your ear.

“i like your hair the way it is, actually.” he says softly, his voice an octave lower in your ear that it sends a shiver down your spine.

you concentrate on drowning out the sound of your erratic heartbeat, striving to mask the crimson hue creeping across your cheeks under riki’s intense stare fixed upon your face.

“even if it was purple?” you meekly ask, trying to lighten the tension with playful banter.

riki chuckles and nods his head, “even if it was purple…”

“what if i had a mullet?”

he makes a face before agreeing, “sure, why not.” riki shrugs.

“oooh! what about pink?” you giggle, imagining the myriad haircuts and colors of the rainbow your hair could sport.

“pink is fine, too.” riki laughs.

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lattenha · 2 months

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y(ours) — P1HARMONY!maknae line

a continuation of what it’s like dating the younger one’s and their familiarity with your personal belongings. ft. non-idol!p1h maknae line x gn!reader

a/n: this is my attempt at easing back into writing, apologize if it’s super rough :(

intak

your vinyl record.

it was gifted to you on christmas about two years ago. you’ve always dwelled on wanting one of your own, but never had the balls to go out of your way to purchase one because they could get pretty pricey. a lot of your extensive research and effort you spent scouring the internet to find the perfect vinyl record you’d like pointed to signs of something completely out of your budget. well, not completely, but unrealistically obtainable with the numbers you’ve been receiving paycheck-to-paycheck from your job.

so, each time that the holidays were around the corner, and whenever your mother would ask for your christmas wishlist, you’d throw in several other items you’d like but never included the idea of wanting a vinyl record. that secret desire of yours was something you kept to yourself, something you never brought up in conversation, nor was it something you’d expect to receive unless it was coming out of your pockets.

lo and behold, on the morning of a wintery cold december 25, when you were gathered around the christmas tree with your siblings and parents to open your presents, there sat a box with a fragile sticker stuck to the wrapping.

to: y/n :)

from: mom and dad

since then your prized possession has followed you to college and your off-campus apartment whom you share with your three other close friends.

intak, especially, took a liking to your music player and never misses an opportunity to use it. whenever he visits your place (which is almost every day) he makes it his unrelenting mission to flip through your vinyls and place his pick of the day on to the turntable. his personal favorite is cigarettes after sex, a band you actually introduced him to.

while you don’t mind sharing things, especially with your partner, you’re pretty sure intak has used your vinyl record more often than you have. ultimately, you don’t mind. it’s rather endearing knowing that what’s yours also belongs to him.

shota

your nintendo switch.

“y/n can i play super smash bros?”

shota doesn’t even need to ask for your approval. in fact, he already knows your answer will always allude to a ‘yes,’ but he does it anyway despite the electronic device already in his possession.

“of course,” you would say.

naturally you grew up owning multiple generations of nintendo ds’s. when nintendo came out with a new updated version you’d go to the game store to trade it in for store credit just to get the latest release. this routine continued up until middle school when your gaming hobby no longer prevailed itself in your interests.

as months passed and 2017 eventually rolled by, the internet buzzed with life after nintendo’s announcement about the upcoming hybrid console came to light. rest assured that you were one of millions who preordered the device and waited impatiently for it’s hard launch date to release in store.

but again, school started to pick up and extra curricula’s were time consuming, that playing video games became less and lesser of an option for you to indulge in.

leave it to shota to pick up your slack. because if it’s not super smash bros that he’s try-harding at, it’s either the suika game, animal crossing (if he really feels like it), or pokemon. an odd rotation but who were you to judge.

“wHat!” he yelps from the couch. “how did he dodge that!”

you giggle at his typical gamer-behavior, closely reminded of yourself.

jongseob

your digicam.

the sony cyber-shot camera has been by your side since you were in the 5th grade.

it was a hand-me-down from your father’s box of electronic gadgets he owned back in the day; a lot of which were collecting dust in the garage for not being used in so long.

while tossing things away to relieve the clutter and deciding what to keep, you remember discovering the digicam at the bottom of the pile after laborious digging. your father briefly taught you how to turn it on and off, what button to press to take a picture, how to record a video, and the different settings you could play around with.

your digicam has followed you around the world to different countries for family trips, witnessed you graduate from high school, contained a lot of embarrassing photos of you and your friends, watched you grow since elementary to your first day of college, and captured numerous flicks featuring new faces.

when you started dating jongseob, your photo gallery has been nothing but candid pictures of you and him (mainly of you).

your boyfriend is constantly bringing it along with him to events or outings, because, in his defense, he just wants to create some memories for you both to look back on someday. sometimes he goes out of his way to point and direct you on how to pose.

once, over dinner, you asked jongseob if he’d rather upgrade to something better and not outdated, like a canon or even a proper film camera. however, he is not one to budge and refuses to give up the obsolete digicam he unintentionally took ownership of.

“it’s special,” he pouted. “and sentimental, too.”

you smiled, “i guess. i just can’t help but wonder if you prefer a greater upgrade.”

“trust me, this has everything i need. now show me that pretty smile of yours.”

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