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Jungwon hastily picks up the random cluster of plastic and newspaper that he had left on the table, which is not much because Jungwon likes to keep his flat clean unlike students his age. He is acutely aware of the man in his apartment, his home, his personal space . He never does this, never goes out of his way to invite anyone over, least of all his best friend slash crush.

“Stop fretting around, wonie. It's fine.”

Jungwon comes to a stop, stupid ice cream wrapper still in his hand. He blushes at the nickname. No matter how much time passes he can't get over it, can't shake the feeling of warmth that spreads over his body like a tidal wave.

Riki's voice. His voice is so smooth and lovely.

“Y-yeah. Please sit on the couch, I'll be back.”

The stuttering is improving; years of involuntarily isolation, of being picked on has thrown his confidence out the window. He has been trying his hardest to stop the response but it's a learning curve. Whenever he's in a nervous situation, his lisp becomes prominent and he starts stuttering. Which must be—which he knows is super annoying because his classmates had told him so.

Not waiting for Riki's response, he rushes towards the kitchen which provides at least a little cover from the main hall and the man in it. Being a college student meant he lived in a one bedroom apartment with space only enough for a single person. He never really had a problem before. Now faced with Riki's larger than life presence, he's second guessing everything.

Jungwon's body is clad in a white sweater and blue jeans that has heart shaped cut outs, giving a peek of his smooth skin, a cute silver heart necklace (Riki's gift) completes the look. It's hard to believe that he was invited to a get together and most of all—even ended up having fun. He knows it's because Riki is popular and no one can deny him. When Riki had arrived with Jungwon as his plus one, everyone had simply accepted his decision and moved on. The games, the inebriated conversations and even the students from other departments, especially Namjoon and Jungkook were so cool. It was like he had entered a Hollywood movie. The latent rush from the heady atmosphere was still coursing through his blood stream.

Maybe that's why he did it. Invited Riki over. For a sleepover.

Hiding his face behind his hand, he groans, god it sounds so childish. But, He knows Riki is a good person, maybe the only person who truly cares for Jungwon after his own parents. He has to thank him, show him he can return the kindness. And if a part of him is hoping for them to stay up all night talking about their interests , of Riki's never ending stories, his deep laughter, his hand that never strays far away from Jungwon then that's just a happy coincidence.

He giggles at the thought. Riki is dreamy, a knight in shining armour. Always being around when Jungwon needs him as if he has telepathic abilities that grants him the power to read Jungwon's mind.

“Are you talking to yourself again?” Riki asks having followed Jungwon to the small area. He has removed his denim jacket and Jungwon can finally see the lilac shirt underneath, a little loose on his body yet clinging to his defined arms.

“No, I was thinking of making tea for you? Do you like peppermint or lemon? or maybe you prefer hot chocolate?” He rambles. A spark of energy that won't let him rest. He feels happy, nervous and excited all at once.

His second year at college and this is the first time a friend is staying over.

Kim Riki the new student, adored by everyone. The one who had left the party immediately when Jungwon said he wanted to go home. The guy who has always been friendly to him, never judging any of his strange quirks.

Riki walks towards him with a handsome smile. It has to be some kind of magic trick, the way his hair falls perfectly on his forehead.

“wonie, my wonie. Stop getting nervous, you know I don't like it when you do it around me.” Riki grabs his cheeks, index finger and thumb squishing his lips adorably “I'll have whatever you are having okay? now stop acting like we are strangers.” He pouts too, trying to match Jungwon's.

Jungwon tries to speak but all that leaves his mouth is gibberish, his pupils blow wide and cheeks turn a pretty pink. He doesn't struggle to get free, letting Riki manhandle him. He secretly craves the skin contact, has been deprived for so long that even a smidge makes him cling to it desperately. He just wishes it wasn't obvious, doesn't want Riki to think he's weird.

For a second, maybe it's a product of Jungwon's imagination but he swears Riki's eyes darken and his gaze traveled from Jungwon's eyes to his lips. A half smile forms on Riki's face and his tongue pokes out to swipe across his bottom lip.

Jungwon's heart is already beating at the speed that shouldn't be possible but the view in front of him threatens to make it stop altogether.

Riki's thumb brushes dangerously close to the corner of Jungwon's mouth and the older stops breathing, waiting for something. But before anything can transpire, Riki moves back, the easy grin back on his face.

“You are such a baby duck. Go change your clothes. I'll take over the drinks department.” Riki orders, leaning against the counter like he hadn't just tilted Jungwon's world off it's axis.

Jungwon scrambles for a proper reply.

First, Riki is his guest, he shouldn't be helping with the chores when it is his first time visiting Jungwon's house. His mother will never let him hear the end of it if she ever gets to know.

Most importantly,

“B-but you don't know where everything is kept.” Jungwon argues back petulantly. A finger playing with his necklace.

Riki raises his brow, looks at the single counter and two cupboards that decorate the kitchen. “I think I'll manage.” he says, “You need to change your sweater.” He looks pointedly at the faint stain over Jungwon's chest.

Jungwon pouts, thinking back; maybe, yes. Kai was talking to him at some point during the night. The man had a cup of alcohol in his hand which he had accidentally spilled on Jungwon. Thankfully, Riki had magically appeared to dab the excess off his clothes.

He smiles remembering the incident, only caring about how Riki had been so gentle with him.

“Do I smell?” He asks. A dimple carves out of his cheek like a precious little pearl.

“Dreadful.” Riki replies with a teasing smirk on his face that shouldn't be so attractive. “Now. Shoo. Let me work in peace, Park Jungwon. Get your cute ass out of here.”

Jungwon laughs and takes a step back, still facing the man, “Are you sure?”

Riki looks at him, eyes soft. “Do I not always take care of you? Why should it be different today?”

“We've known each other for—” Jungwon starts counting on his fingers “—only three months though.”

The childishness is infectious and Riki loves engaging in light hearted banter with him.

“Is that a complaint I hear? Do you want me to get a time machine, brat?” Riki snarks, rolling his eyes. He turns around fiddling with the drawers, pulling out a saucepan. He stands with an assurity that Jungwon has always struggled with, it makes him admire him even more.

Jungwon bites his lips and stares at his broad back for a moment.

“Okay! I'll be in my room.” Jungwon informs, leaving the man on his own.

As soon as he enters his bedroom, he starts by setting up the bed, taking out the comfiest blanket, the one he got from his grandmother as a college gift, then proceeds to spray his favorite room freshener. The faint smell of citrus is wonderful, he takes a lungful, mood brightening. The next step is to charge his laptop, maybe they could watch a movie before sleeping?

Oh his sweater! He needs to change. He randomly pulls out a pink sweatshirt that's too big on him and pulls it over his head. The stain on his sweater is not noticeable, thanks to Riki taking him to the washroom and washing it with soap. The look of absolute horror on Kai's face when he had realized his mistake had been pitiful. Jungwon couldn't reassure the man before he was lost in the crowd. Maybe he could talk to him in college.

He peeks out his room's door frame to check on Riki, the man is concentrated on his task and is that cocoa powder in his hand? Jungwon smiles at the sight and ducks back in his room.

The fairy lights above his bed are turned on, bed arranged neatly, there's no litter around the room and it smells fresh. Everything is perfect!

His bed is big enough to accommodate two people, his father had insisted on buying him a queen size. But, isn't it too presumptuous of him to think that Riki would sleep in the same bed with him? He doesn't have a romantic partner as far as Jungwon knows and aren't they friends? it shouldn't be weird right? Friends have sleepovers all the time.

“You changed.”

The voice is closer than Jungwon had anticipated, the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he spins around to face the intruder—not technically, but his heart stammers all the same.

“Y-you scared me.” Jungwon whispers, voice thin.

“Oops.” Riki's face is remorseless. His eyes trained on Jungwon.

Jungwon puffs his cheeks in annoyance but he doesn't really mind. A smile threatening to form on his lips, Riki just made him so happy.

“What's that?” He gets closer to the younger (Yes, Jungwon is older. Only by two months though and Riki had refused to call him hyung, laughed at the notion even.)

There are two mugs in Riki's hand. A chocolate-y drink topped with mini-sized marshmallows and whipped cream, dusted with cocoa powder.

The space between them is non-existent, Jungwon's head almost touching Riki's chin as he peers down at the content while Riki stares at him.

“Hot chocolate? Did you steal my idea?” Jungwon asks. Eyes smiling in pretty crescents that make him look like a puppy.

“I didn't know hot chocolate was copyrighted under your name.” Riki argues back, then his eyes move to somewhere behind Jungwon's back and his face transforms. He takes a step towards Jungwon which automatically makes the older take a step back or they would collide.

“Made the bed for us? How sweet.” It's the way he says it, the words curling around something dangerous that makes Jungwon's face warm with embarrassment.

“I- thought that—maybe we could, maybe” He trails off not understanding what he was trying to justify or why .

Riki moves around him and sits on the bed, Keeping the mug on the table near it.

“C'mon don't stand there. Let's sit and talk, it's your home after all Jungwon-ah.”

Jungwon nods, yes. It is his home after all. He should act like a good host.

“You won't feel hot?” Riki asks when Jungwon is sitting comfortably next to him, eyeing the large sweatshirt covering his frame.

Jungwon mumbles something unintelligibly, playing with the hem of his sweatshirt, refusing to meet Riki's eye.

Riki moves to cover his hand, playing with his fingers. The contrast in their hand size is striking. Riki can hold both of Jungwon's wrists with one hand if he so wishes. No—that's not how friends think of each other.

But you want something more. don't you?

The devious voice in his head startles him and he shakes his hand away from Riki's.

“It's soft and I feel pretty.” Jungwon answers again before Riki can question his weird behavior.

“Who do you want to look pretty for, wonie?” Riki whispers, leaning close.

Jungwon wants to answer for himself. But, That's a lie. He wants to be pretty for Riki. He can't say that.

“I-um.” The feeling of dread is creeping up again, he has heard it countless times. People tell him that he is dull. That he can't hold a conversation to save his life. And it's all true. Here he is, stuttering at every sentence because Riki makes him feel . Too much. Like liquid starlight on his tongue.

“Hey. sssh. Stop. Look at me.”

The hand wrapped around his cheek ground him, he looks at Riki and sees no judgment reflected in his eyes.

“It's okay. Don't make that face, you are never a burden. Got that?”

He says it with such conviction like he believes it with his entire being that Jungwon is something more .

“Rikiie. You are so good to me. My brain makes me think that it's all an act when I know it's not. I'm so happy that you are in my life, that you chose me to be your friend. It-it feels unreal sometimes. That you would spend time with me.” Jungwon's lip wobbles at the confession. The light from above the bed makes Riki's hair shine in a halo, almost angelically.

“That has never been a question, Jungwon. From the moment I saw you in the class, taking down notes with such focus—now that I think about it, the first thought that went through my head was ' duckie' . The second is a secret .” He grins and pushes a finger against Jungwon's lips to stop the protest “No that's a secret, Maybe I'll tell you soon . But not right now. 'kay? What I want to say is I'll always choose you. We are meant to be Jungwon. Never doubt that.” Riki rubs his thumb along the ridge of Jungwon's cheekbone.

The words warm Jungwon's heart. He knew that they were supposed to be best friends, in his head he calls them soulmates. If Riki has a secret then Jungwon has one too, he wholeheartedly believes that the red string of fate brought them together.

Riki boops Jungwon's nose with his finger.

“My company can't be that boring, wonie.”

Jungwon sputters, turns around so that he's facing Riki, cross legged.

“No, Your company is the opposite of that. Every minute that we spend together is my favorite part of the day!” He exclaims. Needs Riki to know how appreciated he is.

“Is that why you invited me over? wanted to extend your favorite time?” Riki teases and hands him the mug that's still hot thankfully.

Jungwon takes a sip instead of answering, tips of his ear red.

“Tomorrow is a holiday and you said your apartment was too far away, I rescued you from taking a long ride back home.”

“So no ulterior motives? Here I thought we were going to paint each other's nails and watch that stupid romantic movie you like.” Riki pouts.

Jungwon giggles, slaps Riki's arm with his hand, falling over him.

“It's not stupid! The notebook is the greatest romance movie of this century. Their love transcends time and human limitations. It's wonderful.” Jungwon says, eyes the way Riki scoops out a marshmallow from Jungwon's cup and chews on it. Leaning back on the headboard, thighs spreading. Jeans tight against his muscles.

God. Riki is oppressively good-looking, it's hypnotizing.

“N-nails. We can do that! I've got nail paint lying around.”

“Do you like to paint your nails, wonie?” Riki questions, innocently.

“Yeah. But I don't.” Jungwon decides to answer as truthfully as he can. It feels right to tell Riki everything.

“Why?”

“Because. I'm not a girl. And it's weird.” Jungwon knows it's wrong to think like this. Knows in theory that he can wear whatever he wants. The reality is harsh and Jungwon has learnt it the hard way that to blend in is to stay safe.

“That's a load of bull crap and you know it, wonie. You'll look gorgeous with your nails painted.” Riki sits up then. “Let's do it.”

Jungwon's hand is warm from where is holding the mug, his heart beating fast. He can't keep up with the compliments or the attention that's solely on him with no buffer.

“Really? You'll let me paint your nails too?” He asks, suspicious. Riki doesn't look like someone who likes painting their nails. He tries to remember if he has ever seen him

“Promise. Do I ever lie to you?”

“Of course not.” Jungwon takes a deep breath and gulps a mouthful of hot chocolate as liquid courage.

Riki is not a bad guy, he won't call you names, he won't invalidate your existence, he won't—

“Okay! I'll bring you a change of clothes too.” Jungwon declares and with newfound bravery marches towards his closet. He keeps his nail paint stash in a basket under his clothes, hidden from view. One thing in his room that's always messy is his wardrobe. Every morning he takes all the clothes out, picks the ones he thinks are appropriate enough (which usually include oversized shirts and jeans) and shoves them back in like a pile of trash.

Finding a tshirt for Riki is not hard, considering he does own more than enough oversized ones. It's the jogger that might be a problem. The thing is since Jungwon lives alone and no one visits him except the kind lady who lives two floors below. He sleeps in either his shirts or his babydoll .

He takes out the singular black jogger that he had bought from home, furiously wishing that it'll fit Riki.

Next, he takes out the basket that holds his little ever growing treasure.

He goes back with the necessary items in his hand.

Riki is watching him patiently, the creases of his face fond.

Jungwon keeps the basket between them and sits with his legs in front of his chest, head on top of his knees. An unconscious defensive position.

“Here.” He says, with a finger he pushes the basket towards Riki. He wants the younger to take control in this situation.

“You want me to paint your nails first?” Riki asks, rummaging around the bottles looking for a color that would suit Jungwon. In all honesty, He thinks any color will look good on him.

“Yeah. If that's okay with you?”

“Perfect.”

Then Riki takes out a bottle that shimmers in the light, the liquid inside is light pink infused with micro glitter particles.

“Ta-da. We've a winner! This color is you in a bottle. All pink and glittery.” Riki smiles and moves the basket away from between them, sliding closer to Jungwon.

Jungwon's heart, which has calmed down, starts to thunder down again. Riki is so handsome. The line of his jaw hard, something about it is so undeniably masculine that Jungwon can't help but get attracted.

“Give me your hand, wonie.” Riki asks. His breath hitting Jungwon's face, it should be impossible but Jungwon swears he can feel the heat radiating off Riki's skin.

Jungwon nods dumbly and places his right hand in Riki's hold.

Riki rubs his thumb across Jungwon's knuckles slowly, “Pretty.” The word stumbles out his lips like it wasn't meant to.

Jungwon blushes, refuses to acknowledge the compliment.

Riki dips the brush in the bottle coating it luxuriously with the liquid, sliding it across the edge to get the excess off and glides it over Jungwon's thumb nail.

He does the whole process meticulously, the coat even and strokes broad.

Jungwon stares at Riki, it feels like a good opportunity to do so when the younger is focused on something else. The mole on his nose is the cutest thing ever and Jungwon has the incessant urge to flick his finger over it. His hair falls over his eyes and there it is, another mole on his waterline. Jungwon's eyes move downward and spots his favorite, the one on his cheek. Perfect to press a kiss against. Riki is so beautiful it's intimidating, the weight of his gaze on Jungwon makes him lose his thinking abilities, reducing him to a state of flustered incredulity.

“You're staring.”

Jungwon startles so bad his hand jerks. Riki moves the brush away to avoid a mess, grabbing Jungwon's wrist with his free hand in the process.

“It's okay, wonie. I stare at you too.” Riki grins, boxy and boyish. He rubs a small circle on the back of Jungwon's palm and brings his hand closer to his lips.

Jungwon stays frozen.

Riki blows air on Jungwon's nails, quickening the process of drying. Not asking permission for every little thing like Jungwon does.

He repeats the same process on the other hand too, painting Jungwon's nails with steady strokes.

And, Jungwon is doing it again. He's staring. Riki's fingers are elegant for the lack of better word, his nail beds are immaculate like he spends time taking care of them. In comparison, Jungwon's own fingers are stubby and short. But somehow, the care with which Riki is giving attention to his nails makes him feel warm inside. Like, he's something precious.

“There. All done.” Riki announces.

Jungwon brings his hand up in front of him and admires the work, his nails look beautiful.

“Mind if I change?” Riki stands up, stretching his back. His clothes must be restrictive. Jungwon is such a bad friend for not letting him change first.

“Yes, please. Go ahead. I will wait outside!” Jungwon feels proud for not stammering and makes a beeline towards the door. Giving Riki some privacy.

The door closes with a soft click behind him and he quickly takes deep breaths to calm himself down. The way his entire body is on edge, concerns him. Every little pore feels charged, like he'll combust in a crackle of thousand lights if Riki so much as touches him.

“Come in, wonie.” Riki's voice is muffled through the door.

Jungwon bites his lips and pushes the handle down, entering the room. It's his chance to paint Riki's nails now and that thought alone excites him.

The smile on his face is wiped off in seconds when his eyes register what he is seeing.

Riki standing near his closet, gripping a pink babydoll in his hand. Looking straight at him.

He's petrified, so scared that no sound leaves his lips when Riki gazes at him in question. Jungwon opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out and he tries again to no avail. The color drains out of his face leaving him deathly pale.

This is it. Riki is going to be disgusted by him. He'll leave and never talk to him again.

He doesn't know how but one second he's near the door the next he has hands on the flimsy garment in Riki's grasp, snatching it away almost possessively. He stares at the taller, waiting for a reaction.

Riki looms over him taking a step in his personal space and Jungwon is too scared to move an inch.

“This yours?” He asks, voice devoid of anything that can indicate what is going through his head. Jungwon feels trapped, for the first time his heart races in trepidation. A sprout of fear growing in his lungs.

He nods, eyes watering pathetically. His hand trembles where he tries to hide the cloth behind his back like a child trying to hide candy from their parents.

Riki tsks.

Jungwon is staring at his feet. “Y-you can l-leave if you want.” He's trying really hard nor to stutter but it can't be helped. His speech is affected by how stressed he is.

A slender finger props his chin up so that his eyes meet Riki's.

“Go change.” Riki says, each word dripping with saccharine sweetness.

Jungwon is shaking his head before Riki completes his sentence. “No-no, Riki no.” His chest is constricting, squeezing against his rib cage. “D-don't h-hurt” me. He starts crying then, tears welling up and down his cheeks.

Instantly, Riki cups his face with his hands, thumbs flicking his tears away, “Why are you crying, darling? Tell hyung why?” He asks, bending down a little so that he can peer into Jungwon's beautiful brown eyes easily.

Jungwon's mouth opens in shock at the way Riki addresses himself.

“Y-you will hurt me, cus I'm not sup-supposed to wear this and—” He gulps, breathing through his mouth to calm himself down a little. If Riki had wanted to hit him he would have done it already. “—because I like feminine stuff.” he finishes. Flinching when Riki moves to pull him to his chest.

Jungwon slowly wraps his arms around Riki's waist, face pressed to his clavicle. He can hear the steady beat of Riki's heart, the thud-thud strangely comforting to his senses. He hiccups once, tears drying.

“Hyung will never hurt you, wonie. You're my best boy aren't you? You can wear all the dresses in the world and you will still be my pretty boy. So go change. I want to see how it looks on you.” Riki has a habit of touching Jungwon's waist and he's doing it now. Warm hands under the sweatshirt, caressing the soft skin there and Jungwon's body knows the touch , recognizes it. He shivers and nods. Calming down.

“But why? I don't want to change.” He asks, making some space between them.

Riki pushes his tongue against his cheek and, for a moment, a bare second his eyes turn dark like coal before he schools his expression back to normal.

“I thought we were best friends? I've never seen you in this so I was just curious y'know. But if you really don't want to then.” Riki shrugs and takes a step back, the lines of his face are sharp with disappointment and Jungwon panics.

He doesn't want Riki to think he's a bad friend, plus what can go wrong? This reaction is better than him beating Jungwon up or worse breaking their friendship.

“No-no, I will go change. Wait.” He moves to go out in the hall which leads to the singular washroom in his apartment but Riki grabs his wrist, halting him in his steps.

“I will close my eyes wonie, Just change here. What's the big deal?” the words make Jungwon think that he's the one acting strange for wanting privacy. He doesn't feel comfortable changing clothes in front of anyone and hasn't done it since he was a kid. The denial is at the tip of his tongue but Riki has already turned away, facing the wall and Jungwon feels stupid for bringing it up again.

What's the big deal right? He trusts Riki.

With that thought in mind, Jungwon pinches the edge of his sweatshirt and pulls the garment over his body. His necklace gets caught in some threads and he stops, fearing that his favorite accessory might break. He tries to wiggle the fabric in hopes that it might help but all it does is make him look stupid. Nervousness clouds his mind and he starts to wear the sweatshirt over his body again, in order to detangle when he can see what he's doing.

Suddenly there are hands on his waist and a small startled scream leaves his lips, he can only make out a dark silhouette in front of him through the fabric.

“It's me, darling. Let me help you.” Riki's beautiful rich timbre washes over him and his brain tells him to calm down but he can't because Riki's hands are moving up his naked chest, making goosebumps rise over his body. He shivers involuntarily. “You are so messy.” Riki laughs.

Jungwon stands there like a statue, not knowing what to do. He doesn't like this.

Riki's finger bumps over his nipple and the taller one doesn't linger there but the touch is enough to make Jungwon whine low in his throat. His nipple hardens in the air and Jungwon's face flushes red in embarrassment.

All too soon, he can see again. His necklace is sitting pretty on his throat and his sweatshirt is in Riki's hand.

“I—you. um.” He tries to formulate a response but there's nothing except static in his head.

Riki takes the lingerie in his hand, smoothing down the fabric and hooks his finger in Jungwon's jeans, dragging him closer. Jungwon opens his mouth to say something but Riki's eyes flashes in a warning and Jungwon's too stunned to form any words.

“Hands up.” Jungwon obeys quietly, heart drumming in his chest violently with fright. His knees feel like jelly but a part of him, a deep center in his brain that adores Riki, is pleased at the proximity.

Riki breathes low, eyes roaming all over Jungwon's chest. Jungwon never wears anything that shows more skin than he desires and right now, his cute pudgy tummy and chocolate brown nipples are making every single neuron in Riki's brain vibrate intensely.

“Rik..” Jungwon whispers, afraid and tiny.

The relaxing grin is back on Riki's face as he helps Jungwon put the garment on his body.

As soon as he's wearing the babydoll, Jungwon takes a step back.

Riki takes a step towards him, a sick dance; the tune of which only plays in his mind. Jungwon's cheeks are rosy pink much like the color of his lingerie and Riki is finding it really hard to not succumb to his desires.

“ Chérie.”

Jungwon looks up at that, adorably confused.

“..w-what?” He asks, voice soft like a feather. Riki is fascinated by everything Jungwon does, the way his lips form words. How his crooked tooth peeks out when he's confused. How utterly naive he is.

But again, that's why he loves the boy.

Riki smiles, falling back into the characters that Jungwon likes so much. It's easy, these days he thinks he's not even acting anymore. Jungwon truly is a good person and he likes being around him. Maybe too much.

“Can I ch-change back?” Jungwon stutters and closes his eyes in frustration over the habit, he feels stupid when does that. And he had been doing so well, controlling it around the other man.

Riki moves towards him and when there's an inch of space between them he touches Jungwon's cheek with his fingers, the pad of them softly caressing his supple skin.

“Remove your jeans.” He says and a thrill goes through his head when Jungwon visibly becomes uncomfortable at the prospect. The man tries to move back again but Riki grabs his arm and pouts.

“You have to show it to me properly, wonie. You promised!” Jungwon had made no such promise but Riki knew exactly what to say to make him bend to his will.

“O-okay, but can we sleep after that? I'm tired….and I don't feel…good.” Riki knows this is the closest thing to a protest that he will ever get from Jungwon, knows how deep his people pleasing nature actually ran. Somehow, it makes him want to protect the man as much as ruin him for anyone else.

Riki cups Jungwon's jaw and rubs their nose together. This elicits a sweet giggle from the smaller, the first in a long while. “Anything you want, my darling.”

Jungwon blushes heavily at being addressed like this again, no one has ever called him that . He has always been his mother's baby , that's it. This is his first time being someone's darling and he doesn't know how to act.

Jungwon takes a deep breath and with trembling fingers slides his jeans down, standing solely in his panty and lingerie. Fortunately for him, Riki had gotten his hands on the one which is made of soft silk, unlike the see-through ones he owns. The material barely reaches his knee and the neckline is too low, held together at the back by thin straps. Leaving nothing to the imagination.

His mind traitorously whispers, you are so easy. He doesn't want to think like that, he refuses to. But, he bites his lips and watches Riki anyway. Wanting approval.

Riki caresses the side of his face, watching how Jungwon's eyelids flutter shut. “Don't you look delectable? A virgin sacrifice dressed up for the devil.” for me, he wants to add but doesn't want to spook the poor boy more than he already has.

Jungwon gasps, a little horrified to be compared to someone who's doomed to be tortured for all eternity in hell. And, he says as much.

“Riki, stop it.” He grumbles like a disgruntled kitten, “Are you happy? Let's sleep.” He thinks this is one of those jokes that people his age make that doesn't make sense to him. What does being a sacrifice even entail?

Jungwon turns around, heaving a sigh of relief that he doesn't have to look at Riki anymore. He's feeling strangely trapped and naked even when this is an outfit that he wears everyday.

Riki's eyes travel from Jungwon's pretty nape to his back; he spots a few new moles that are scattered over his skin and then he watches how the material accentuates his ass. His mouth waters at the sight.

The smaller male jumps on the bed and quickly plasters his back against the headboard, the light in the room especially over his bed, splays a beautiful golden glow to his figure. And, Riki has always been smitten but tonight, the sight evokes a hunger in him that he might be too weak to resist.

Riki prowls to the side of the bed, watching how Jungwon can't take his eyes away, a scared bunny with its eyes on his predator.

“You should wear dresses to college, wonie.” Riki says casually. Taking a seat near the older and Jungwon sighs softly, shifting towards him unconsciously. All previous discomfort forgotten in lieu of being near the younger, he slides his fingers over Riki's palm. A silent request to hold hands and Riki closes his hand around his smaller one.

“I don't want to.” Jungwon pouts. It's a lie . He wants to wear pretty dresses and skirts all the time but he knows he shouldn't and now even if he can, he refuses the notion to come out of his familiar bubble.

“You can if you want to. Hyung will protect you.”

Jungwon gulps, throat tight with emotions he can't express. He squeezes Riki's hand in gratification and hopes that even if he can't verbalize it, the other male knows how happy he is that someone is willing to stand by him.

Soon enough, Jungwon forgets about what he's wearing except for instances when Riki would brush a finger against his thigh or knee, making his skin tingle. The guilt eats at him, here he is, enjoying Riki's casual touches more than he should.

They end up watching ‘The Notebook’, Jungwon silently keeps his head on Riki's shoulder and snuggles against his hard body. Riki has been going to the gym lately and the muscles on his arm have especially developed nicely, filling out his clothes and attracting Jungwon's stare.

Jungwon smiles sleepily when the main characters kiss, desperate and wet. This is his favorite part, the hopeless romantic in him has always wanted something like that. A person who would do anything for him. But, that's just meaningless expectations because love like that doesn't exist in real life and even if it did, he's sure he won't experience it.

A kiss is pressed against his forehead and Jungwon opens his eyes, brain catching up that he might have dozed off. He tries to move away but the arm behind his back squeezes him against Riki again.

“Baby is sleepy?” Riki asks, fingers dance against Jungwon's scalp, pushing hair away from his face.

Jungwon hums, eyes droopy. Riki smells so good, he turns his head and his nose bumps against his chest, eliciting a small whine from his throat.

Riki closes the laptop and places it on the floor. Facing Jungwon and making him lay down on the sheet carefully. He switches the light off, shrouding them in darkness except for the faint glow of fairy lights.

He toes off his socks and lays down on the bed too, turns Jungwon's body so that his back is pressed against Riki's chest. Because of the movement, the lingerie rides up. Exposing Jungwon's soft thighs to Riki.

Reining his desires in, he covers their bodies with the duvet and presses kisses on Jungwon's shoulder all the way up to his neck. He licks the mole on his nape, the one he always had his eyes on. Jungwon shivers against him at the tickling sensation and calls out his name sleepily before he settles.

Riki has zero regrets about crossing all boundaries tonight.

—

Jungwon is dreaming, he knows he's dreaming because in his dream Riki is kissing him. The kind of kiss you only give to the person you love, the one where you can't get enough. He sighs against dream Riki's mouth and whispers feverishly, a string of don't stop Riki, don't—

A sensation down there jolts him out of slumber and his head spins when he opens his eyes. Disoriented he looks around, not really understanding why he woke up so suddenly.

And then, something moves inside of him. His breath hitches, with shaking fingers he lifts the cover up to see what's going on.

His lingerie is bunched around his waist and his panties have been shoved aside to gain easier access to his—

A moan slips out of him involuntarily when the fingers pumping inside of him touch a delicious spot that sends tingles up his spine and he feels himself get wet—wetter than he already is.

“Riki?” He asks, confused and overwhelmed. Smacking his lips sleepily.

Riki coos adoringly and kisses his exposed shoulder, ending with a bite that makes Jungwon jerk against his chest. Riki's hard cock is nestled against Jungwon's back, not that the smaller has any sense to acknowledge it.

“My darling baby, Hyung is going to take care of you.” Riki says. Jungwon wants to say something, ask how? But before he can, the fingers increase their pace and Jungwon's thighs shake when something touches his swollen clit.

Jungwon moans high, hands scrambling back to hold Riki's T-shirt in his hand, he has never experienced anything like this and his pussy juices flowing out are an indication of how sorely Jungwon has been neglecting his sexual needs.

Riki had woken up with Jungwon's ass grinding on his cock, he knew it wasn't intentional but there was no going back from there and he had taken what he has always wanted, since the moment he had laid his eyes on the man.

He turns Jungwon on his back and hovers over his body, eyes manic with need and desire that has been coursing his blood for months. He is obsessed, wants to consume Jungwon whole.

Jungwon is fully alert now and he hiccups when Riki kisses him right over his covered nipple, licking the sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue. A wet spot forms over the fabric and Jungwon shivers at the sensation.

“Rik wh-what are you doing?” He asks, weakly pushing against Riki's chest. His brain is trying to make sense . It's like his mind and body are two different entities, his body seems to be in tune with what is being done while his brain is still stuck on Riki over him and his scent being all around him like a physical thing.

Riki, Riki.

“Isn't this what you wanted, baby? wanted me to fuck you didn't you? I know how you look at me, wonie.” Riki adds a fourth finger and the stretch is incredible. Jungwon is so tight around him. He groans, wetting his lips. Eyes zeroed on Jungwon, who twitches around him, back arching off the bed in mind shattering pleasure.

Jungwon pants, eyes turning glassy when Riki rubs his walls. Tiny hands find purchase against Riki's chest as he looks down to see where the fingers he has been fantasizing about for weeks are disappearing inside of him. His nail paint glitters in the low light and Riki gets an insidious kick out of it now, like Jungwon is truly a virginal sacrifice for him.

“Are you a virgin, baby?” Riki asks, voice on edge. His thumb rubs small circles over Jungwon's clit, watching with amazement as Jungwon gets wetter. The squelching is profane and Riki wonders if Jungwon realizes how much he's leaking already.

Jungwon keens, walls tightening around the digits, shaking his head. Doe eyes glistening pitifully.

“Y-yes, hyung. I'm a—wonie never had—never…” He trails off, a tear slides down his cheek and he sniffles cutely. The shock is slowly subsiding, making way for waves of pleasure to roll down his body. He feels so warm, so needy , aching to be filled.

Riki grins, teeth flashing.He feels ecstatic to hear it out loud. Jungwon is his. In every sense of the word. He slides his fingers out, watching crudely as Jungwon's hole flutters with emptiness, making the smaller whine at the sudden loss.

“Put it back, hyung, pl-please.” His pussy is burning, an itch that he can't sate by himself. He needs Riki's fingers back on him or he might go crazy.

He screams when Riki stuffs him up again, pumping him fast and hard, his thumb rubbing eights on his clit. Jungwon's eyes roll back, drool leaking past his lips. He is being loud, he knows that but he can't stop. His body is burning with something ferocious. Riki's deep raspy voice echoing in his ears. The praise going straight to his head.

“My beautiful wonie, so needy and desperate for Hyung's fingers.”

Jungwon clenches hard, hands grabbing Riki's arms. “Hyung, hyung. please—nngh—please.” He doesn't even know what he is begging for but he wants it , wants something.

Riki hits a part of him then, that sends him straight over the edge and he convulses. Cumming on fingers lodged deep inside of him. He whines breathy and spent, nerves sizzling with orgasm that's so intense that Jungwon can't keep his eyes open.

But Riki doesn't stop, he slams his fingers hard and stays there even when Jungwon hits his chest weakly asking to stop that it hurts.

He growls almost animalistically, and slaps Jungwon, not hard but enough to send a point. He doesn't want to hurt his baby, not today anyway.

“You're going to cum again, Angel, again and again till I say so. Until then, keep your legs open and let me make love to you.” Riki is annoyed at Jungwon's refusal, even when it's soft. He can't stop, not anymore.

Jungwon groans, head reeling after the slap but the burning in his cheek is welcomed. The skin on his cheeks is warm, matching his pussy and he giggles a little at that, nothing seems real. He wants and wants. Wants the man on top of him to ruin his body and soul. He's tired of pretending that he can live without Riki.

Riki pinches his clit then and the reaction is instantaneous, Jungwon wails like an animal, mind going numb for a second. He thinks he's going to pass out when Riki slaps his pussy next, sending shocks all over his body. He's so wet, the sheet under his ass is drenched.

“Your pussy is like a fountain baby, you sure this is your first time?” Riki asks, so cruel when Jungwon has already said he's a virgin.

Jungwon cries, hands coming up to hide his face, “This is my first time, hyung. Stop being m-mean.”

Riki rubs his inner thigh, climbs up his body and wrenches his hands away. Jungwon tries to move his face to the side, but Riki grabs his jaw. Cheeks squished against his hold. “You like it when I'm mean, don't you? You love me, don't you?” He asks, and Jungwon babbles something back before Riki kisses him like that. Deep and hard, only slacking his hold to shove his tongue in, it's wet and demanding. Riki groans against Jungwon's mouth, licking and nibbling at his plush pouty lips. He almost can't get enough of his mewls. When he moves back, Jungwon chases him and Riki laughs at the action. His baby is such a slut.

“Acting so pure, but you are just a whore for me. My Jungwonie.” He whispers, voice hard and mean, each word meant to send a point across. Jungwon cries silently, not even surprised when his pussy absolutely gushes at the humiliation.

Riki cocks an eyebrow, swiping his finger against Jungwon's pussy to hold it in front of the older's face as if showing him the evidence of his lewdness. He licks it, making a show out of it too. Tongue dragging against the skin of his finger, collecting the sweet liquid on it and gulping it in. Jungwon blushes but can't take his eyes away, Riki looks so hot .

He sits back then, pushing his hair back from his forehead, arms bulging. He takes his shirt off. Beautiful sun-kissed skin on display and Jungwon is weak. so weak.

“You're going to sit on my face, I want my mouth on your pussy.” Riki orders, slapping Jungwon's thigh to make him get up and laying down in his place. Jungwon is shaking his head in denial, “Ho-how? I don't know…” He is afraid Riki will be bored by his inexperience but the younger only pins him with an impatient look and grabs his wrist, dragging him over his head.

“Just sit on my face, wonie. Hyung will do all the work.”

Riki hasn't had time to shave today and a soft stubble has grown on his chin. So, when Jungwon gingerly sits on his face, he jumps a little at the rough sensation on his sensitive walls but he likes it. He likes it so much that he gives an experimental push against Riki's chin to feel the coarse hair against his pussy again.

“Oh my god—hyung—aah.” He whines, fingers tangling in Riki's hair for support. His thighs are secured around his head.

Riki laughs. He grabs Jungwon's waist and pushes his pussy down on his waiting mouth. He licks a broad stripe from his hole to his clit, groaning when slick drips out. God, he can't get enough of the taste . He circles the hole with his tongue, teasing and prods the tip of his tongue in, just a little to make Jungwon think he's going to get fucked before he pulls away and gives his attention to Jungwon's cute clit; tonguing the hood, placing kisses on the upturned skin. Taking it in his mouth and sucking fiercely.

Jungwon is going through an experience. He's crying and whining and moaning. Riki's mouth knows what to do, and how to do it. His thighs are so tight around Riki's head, it's a wonder the younger isn't choking. He sobs when Riki finally pushes his tongue in and his toes curl inwards, head thrown back.

“Rikiie—yes—y-yes—there.”

Riki fucks his tongue in, holding Jungwon's cheeks apart for easier access, his tongue curls inside, slurping the slick that keeps leaking out and Jungwon loses his mind when he grazes the spot that his fingers had. Riki moves his head back only to suck around Jungwon's hole like he's trying to gather all the juices in his mouth. Jungwon has been humping his head in desperate little motions, a full body shudder going through him every time his inner thigh grazes Riki's chin.

Jungwon feels the same heat in his core and he bites his lips in concentration, just focusing on what Riki is doing. The back of his ass and waist throbs in pain, Riki's hold on him is not gentle at all. It's a stark difference from how the younger has always treated him like something breakable in the past and now, Jungwon has met a new side of him. A new side that is greedy, wanting to monopolize Jungwon's existence.

Riki holds Jungwon's ass above his head for a solid second, taking in a lungful of air. oh yes, he hasn't come up in a while. Jungwon should be concerned but all he wants is his mouth on his clit again.

Then, Riki slams him back down and his tongue reaches so far deep that Jungwon shudders all over, his own tongue pokes out of his lips in bliss as he drools and feels stars burst behind his eyelids. His back arches.This way, Riki's tongue has even easier access to him. Riki moans and sucks harshly, moving his mouth side to side like a dog having at his favorite treat. His hands have a bruising grip on Jungwon's ass that he knows will leave marks, he wants there to be marks. Jungwon is faring no better, shaking so violently that it's only Riki's grip on him that's making him sit up.

Riki bites his clit. A soft nibble and tongues the little hole there. It's like liquid heat spreads all over Jungwon's body as he tips down and cums all over Riki's face, screaming his name. Sobs rip out of his chest at the force of his orgasm, everything turns hazy and soft. He belatedly realizes that Riki is still leaving kisses all over his pussy, licking the juice, his rough hands massaging the fat of his ass.

“Riki please, no-no more—.” He twitches, head spinning at the overstimulation and yet his body shudders some more before he gushes again, right over Riki's tongue. The energy to hold himself up leaves and he slumps forward on the headboard, bone tired and spent. Filthy sounds of Riki sucking and biting his thigh, enter his ear, it sounds so dirty and loud. “Hyung—please, wonie is tired.”

Riki slides from under him and Jungwon falls down on the bed like a fawn, his lingerie has torn up at some places and one strap has given up, so it hangs haphazardly over his shoulder. Showing more than it's concealing, it's strangely erotic in a way.

“What did I say baby? Keep your legs open.” Riki rumbles and plasters his chest over Jungwon's back. He inhales his scent, nose shoved in his neck. He should be satisfied but he isn't, he won't be till his cum is dripping out of Jungwon's pussy.

The older is panting hard, thighs still shaking with tremors. Poor body trying to shut down and rest but Riki isn't ready or merciful enough, not anymore. He licks Jungwon's neck and bites his shoulder, hard. Jungwon whines pathetically, too tired to do anything else except let himself be claimed by the devil. When Riki blows air on the abused skin, it's already turning purple-ish red.

He makes Jungwon turn around, cooing when he sees the state of his face. His hair is wild, blown all over. Lips bruised and wet, cheeks slick with tears. He looks like the most beautiful angel.

“God, baby. I'm going to fuck you so hard.” He whispers, a promise and a threat all in one.

“Wanna ride me, angel? or do you want to get on your knees for me, hm?” Riki is going to do both, he's just giving Jungwon a choice because he wants his first time to be gentle, at least at first.

Jungwon shakes his head and climbs in Riki's lap, locking his hands around the taller's neck, wanting contact.

Riki nods, and secures an arm around Jungwon's waist, and with the other he pulls his cock out from under the confines of the jogger.

Jungwon sucks a deep breath when he feels Riki's cock against his thigh, hard and leaking and so warm . Slick trickles down his pussy, mouth salivating at the size. There's no thought in his head except cock . He wants it inside of him so fucking bad.

“Like this? Still want me to do all the work? Just a warm fuckhole for me, aren't you?” Riki mutters against Jungwon's neck, kissing the spot where a bruise has formed and shoves Jungwon's lingerie aside roughly, not having an ounce of patience he has displayed before.

“Hyung, b-be gentle—” Before he can complete his sentence, Riki is positioning his cock against Jungwon's hole and pushing in. He had taken his time stretching the older and making sure he's drenched because he knows how big he is.

Jungwon goes rigid in his hold, pussy constricting against his cock and all he can do is weep silently, holding on Riki's neck for dear life. He knows the younger is taking it slow because it's not even the whole thing inside and he already feels like he will break .

“Ah! fuck… Riki—you're so-so…big.”

Riki kisses the side of Jungwon's face, praising him for being such a " good boy" for him, that he's so " proud" and he knows that " you can take it baby."

Jungwon smiles around a sob, feeling happy at the way Riki is handling him so lovingly.

“I'm ready.” He says, kissing Riki's neck in assent.

That's all the green flag Riki needs and he pushes his cock inside Jungwon's pussy with one thrust, clenching his jaw at the sensation. It's heaven , he swears he hears angels sing but that's only Jungwon, crying against his ear, blabbering about how "full" he is.

Riki grabs Jungwon's waist, using his core strength to drill into the man. His cock hitting Jungwon so deep , deeper than his fingers or tongue could reach. Jungwon positively loses his sanity. He digs his heels into the small of Riki's back and cries, body jostling up and down at the pace Riki sets. It's so filthy and he's getting so fucking wet, it shouldn't be possible. He wants to kiss Riki but there's not a single moment to spare.

“Your body is made to be worshiped, Chérie.” Riki groans. His cock slipping in and out easily as Jungwon is dripping, taking him in like he was made for it. The noise their hips make when they hit against each other is downright pornographic. Jungwon is gripping his cock so tight, it's perfect. Everything he had imagined and more, nothing could have prepared him for how pliant and submissive Jungwon truly is.

Jungwon screams, asking for more, his pussy is throbbing. It's like his body is molding around Riki's cock, making a permanent space for him to use his hole whenever he wants, to just slip inside.

Riki lowers Jungwon on his back against the sheet and folds him in half. Wrapping Jungwon's legs around his shoulder, starting a brutal pace that shakes the bed, Jungwon's pillow lying on the edge falls down but neither of them pay it any attention. Jungwon's hole feels like it's on fire and all he can do is take it like a true breeding hole.

He almost can't believe that it's Riki who is taking his virginity, sweet Riki, that he has a crush on is pounding him into the mattress.

“You wanted to know what I thought when I saw you, hm?” Riki asks, cruelly. A hand around Jungwon's neck, holding him down. Thumb caressing Jungwon's plush drooling lips.

Jungwon whines in confusion, keening when Riki's cock hits that spot again, hammering against it.

Riki says something along the lines of dumb baby and rubs his clit with his fingers, enjoying the wetness and spreading it with his fingers all over Jungwon's cute tummy.

“I thought—I'm going to fuck him, going to make him kneel and take it till he cries. I'm going to make him mine. ” Riki punctuates the sentence with a hard thrust, manhandling Jungwon over on his knees.

He doesn't give Jungwon a chance to breathe before he is pushing inside him again, “Look at you now, taking me in your pussy. You are mine, Jungwon. All mine.” He moans when Jungwon spasms around him at the possessive words.

Riki hits his ass then, hard enough to leave an imprint and pounds into the man mercilessly. Proud at how much Jungwon is trembling and sweating. He knows for a fact that no one can make him feel like this, he's going to break Jungwon and put him back together.

Riki slides a hand under Jungwon's body, finding his nipples, roughly pulling at them knowing how sensitive Jungwon is there. And Jungwon, meets his thrusts this time, pushing back and moaning loud. “Hyung, 'm gonna—gonna...”

Riki knows and all he does is rub Jungwon's clit, matching the rhythm of his cock. Jungwon opens his mouth to warn that he's gonna cum but the words stay rooted in his throat when Riki touches his rim, pushing a finger in. That's all Jungwon needed, he cums hard, harder than the two times before.

Riki is mesmerized, his hips stuttering when the hottest thing ever happens. Jungwon squirts around his cock, not much because the man probably wasn't hydrated but it's still squirt. The liquid runs down Riki's thigh, making a mess of Jungwon's ruined bedsheet. Fuck he wants to destroy Jungwon, more than he already has.

Jungwon's crying, hiccuping, and shivering. Mind blank; nothing but pleasure. His pussy keeps clenching and spasming around Riki's still hard cock, trying to milk the cum out. He can't even hear what the other is saying. Closing his eyes, he slumps own, mouth open. Not even realizing what has happened, just that his body feels like it is floating somewhere far away.

Riki curses, his balls tight with release and forgets about cumming inside Jungwon's hole for now.

He flips Jungwon over on his back. The man's eyes are blown wide, panting tiredly.

Riki climbs over him with his knees on both side of Jungwon's face and jerks his cock fast, “Fuck, You are perfect. So—so perfect for hyung.”The nonsense leaves his lips unbound. Jungwon slowly reaches up with his tongue and licks his cockhead like a kitten, Riki swears he sees white. He cums, painting Jungwon's face with strings of his semen, chest rumbling with moans. He pants and keeps jerking his cock till he's satisfied that nothing is going to come out. Then, he rolls over and lays down. Staring at the ceiling.

There's nothing but silence for a few minutes, where both of them catch their breath.

And then, Jungwon sniffles, turning away from Riki, curling around in a ball.

Riki feels his insides twist at the noise. He moves to drape his body against Jungwon's smaller one, leaving kisses over his back.

“What happened, angel? Are you hurt somewhere?” It's highly possible that he had accidentally injured Jungwon when fucking him.

Jungwon shakes his head no and wipes his face, the cum and tears mixing.

“How can I make it better?” He asks, hated seeing Jungwon cry when it's outside of sex.

“You-you will leave me now that you have taken what you wanted.” Jungwon laments, body trembling.

That's his worst fear that he's going to be alone all over again, but this time it will be even more painful because he knows how it feels to have a friend. He doesn't think he can survive being abandoned like a puppy that's no longer cute.

Riki's eyes widen in realization and he laughs against Jungwon's back, a full bodied laugh that shakes the bed. Jungwon stops his pity-party to turn around, he punches his arm softly. Growing agitated the more he's ignored.

Jungwon growls, “You are so rude.”

Riki bites his lips, he drags Jungwon under his body, elbows caging his head, “And you are stupid.” He shushes the man with a finger on his lips when he tries to say something, “What part of 'You are mine' did you not understand? I'm not going anywhere, wonie.” He pecks Jungwon's lips. Frowning when he sees the drying cum on his baby's cheeks, he finds his discarded t-shirt and uses it to wipe Jungwon's pretty face.

Jungwon smiles cutely at that, eyes forming crescents that Riki loved so very much. “Really? Then are we boyfriends?”

“Do you want us to be boy—”

“Yes! And you have to t-take me on dates too.” Jungwon is already imagining it. Them going to arcades or museums or a picnic near the han river, the possibilities are simply endless and Jungwon can't believe he's in a relationship now. Maybe they skipped some steps before having sex but they can start again.

Riki grins at the visible excitement on Jungwon's face.

“Anything you want, princess.” Riki pinches his chubby cheeks, “Now it's time to suck my cock.”

Jungwon flounders, eyes widening when Riki sits up, cock already half hard against his abdomen.

“B-but—”

“Hyung has to cum in you, baby. Now be a good boy and wrap your pretty lips around my cock.”

Jungwon sighs in resignation but his pussy is already slickening up as he crawls towards his boyfriend.

Sleepovers are fun, he thinks.

—

Soon, people on the campus realize that the very charming Riki can be worse than a feral dog when it comes to his cute boyfriend.

The Jungwon who used to be ignored, an infamous wallflower, is now the most desired person on campus. Hair dyed pink and wearing dresses to college is a common occurrence that no one questions anymore. No one dares to.

If they hear moans coming from empty classrooms and washroom stalls, everyone turns the other way. Only some people have been lucky enough to witness Jungwon on his knees sucking Riki's cock expertly or in his lap getting fucked like a common whore but they know he's more than that.

He is Riki's.