Nishimura Riki
“Can we have a baby?”
“Can we have a baby?”
Inspired by hierarchy! <3
Idol x idol
It’s a week since the argument with your bestfriend, and it’s been radio silence since. Currently, you’re at a bar, partying like there’s no tomorrow.
It’s a week since the argument with your bestfriend, and it’s been radio silence since. Currently, you’re at a bar, partying like there’s no tomorrow.
Your big brothers friend
Two gangs. “Nishimura”, and “Mūrong”.
As a barista with a passion for singing, just before closing time, you didn’t notice the customer that had just entered…
As a barista with a passion for singing, just before closing time, you didn’t notice the customer that had just entered…
Your friend group is at a VIP lounge bar.
Opposites Attract
The hot guy on the plane turned out to be at your sisters wedding?
High school au
Drunk phone calls at 2am after an argument with your bestfriend.
Drunk at a club with your friend group
He fell in love with an angel.
Your bestfriend
Im slowly forgetting your face…
You are the most popular, but also most feared person at your school in Seoul, South Korea. You’re cold, you talk to no one, except from your friends, but they only get a few words or sentences at a time. But they understand, and that doesn’t stop them. They know why you talk so little, and they treat you no differently than people would one of their friends. Why? Not that anyone knows, but you see no point in your existence. In anyone’s existence. You see no point in interacting with people. As if it’s not beneficial and a waste of your time. So, when people get in your way, they scramble. But goodness, are you awed. You’re gorgeous. A half Chinese, half Korean girl. Last name: “Kang-Li”. Your features lean more to the Chinese side. Brown, silky long hair. Big brown eyes. Button nose. Plump lips. 5’4, 44kg. Slim waist, perfect body. Everyone adores you. Whispers follow in your wake. Whispers of adoration. Whispers of envy. Crowds part for you instinctively. Even teachers know not to test you.
You are the most popular, but also most feared person at your school in Seoul, South Korea. You’re cold, you talk to no one, except from your friends, but they only get a few words or sentences at a time. But they understand, and that doesn’t stop them. They know why you talk so little, and they treat you no differently than people would one of their friends. Why? Not that anyone knows, but you see no point in your existence. In anyone’s existence. You see no point in interacting with people. As if it’s not beneficial and a waste of your time. So, when people get in your way, they scramble. But goodness, are you awed. You’re gorgeous. A half Chinese, half Korean girl. Last name: “Kang-Li”. Your features lean more to the Chinese side. Brown, silky long hair. Big brown eyes. Button nose. Plump lips. 5’4, 44kg. Slim waist, perfect body. Everyone adores you. Whispers follow in your wake. Whispers of adoration. Whispers of envy. Crowds part for you instinctively. Even teachers know not to test you.
Your high school friend group
The stranger on the street.
Neighbour
Too clingy.
Your exe’s best-friend.
A teenage house party. What could go wrong?
Two enemies. Same cabin.
Riki. He’s been your bestfriend since highschool. Now you guys are both in the same university. He grew attached to you the second you guys got close, but now that you have a boyfriend, your more distant, and he hates it. He’s jealous, but he won’t back down. He subtly convinces you to break up with him
Riki. He’s been your bestfriend since highschool. Now you guys are both in the same university. He grew attached to you the second you guys got close, but now that you have a boyfriend, your more distant, and he hates it. He’s jealous, but he won’t back down. He subtly convinces you to break up with him