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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹

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Riki could feel his heart racing at the thought of those stupid letters being found, he frowned as he looked through his box once more. 

He couldn't have lost it.

Right?

It was right there, sitting there since he was 5, then can't just disappear after almost 14 years. It didn't seem possible, unless . . 

"Moka!" Riki yelled as he dropped the box down and raced down the hallway, banging the door of his beloved sister's room. 

He was glad no one was home at the moment. Knowing his mother, he would praying to her so she doesn't kill him for banging the doors. 

The door swung open after what seemed like a century, Riki might as well have grabbed a gun to shoot through the door.

(Obviously assuming his sister wasn't in there, he was mad but he was downright psycho)

"Whatchu' need?" She said with an eager smile, he felt his face crinkle in annoyance seeing her smug face.

"Where's my box?"

She tilts her head innocently before tapping her chin, "What box?" She asks with a stupid smile, Riki's face twists into a scowl before he pushes the door open.

"You can't just barge into my room!" The older boy just rolled his eyes, his back facing Moka's face.

"Where is it."

Moka had a face of guilt, a sigh is heard before she sits next to Riki. She knew he wasn't playing around, he seemed actually mad. 

Riki didn't get mad easily, maybe for fun but he looked really angry. 

"I may have accidentally brought it to a party.." She could see the way Riki's back tensed up and his shoulders quickly slouched down as he turned his head.

"What did you just say?" Riki spat, his voice clearly had anger written all over it. 

Moka raised her hands up, she knew she was screwed. What could hurt her trying to defend herself. 

"Hear me out.." She breathed out, "Please?" Riki turned his body to have him directly glaring at her.  

Not helping, but she knew she was still kind of at fault so she just took his movement as an 'okay'. 

"So basically, I went to your room to get those little decorations you own, y'know the ones we used for my graduation party?" Riki just timidly nodded, "Okay so, I took one of the boxes assuming it was the party decorations.." Moka mumbled as she looked away ashamed. 

Riki's mouth opened to speak but She quickly shook her hands, 

"I had originally replaced the box with an empty one since you weren't home and you didn't have your phone, so I kinda stole from you?" She said she was confused as well. (She probably was.)

"I swear, I'm sure no one read the notes!" Moka said hastily, giving a doubtful smile. 

Riki just stared at her, he tried to click into how she could do this, but she's still sister and he still (somehow) loves her.

"Where'd you put the box." Riki grumbled crossing his arms, she could've thrown it away and Riki wouldn't care. 

He needed to find it, no one. And no one could read what he wrote in those letters.

"I kept them on the party table." Everything else that Moka said quickly faded and fogged out of Riki's head. Anyone.. anyone could've opened the box.

Riki let out a sigh, then a cough and then a few more random coughs like he was grasping on the air. Moka looked at him with concern, she quickly held his hands and put her hand over his chest. 

"Are you okay?" She exclaimed, her eyes had an unease shake as she instructed him to breathe slowly. 

After a few minutes of regular breathing he just nodded and Moka removed her hands, "Riki, did you hear what I said?" He shook his head. 

How could he? All he could think about was the embarrassment if he went for his classes the next day. It didn't matter that they were all 18 and over, everyone there had the attitude of stereotypical high school bullies, it was so over the top and unnecessary. 

"W-what did you say?" Riki mumbled he sat up straight looking at her with all the hope he could muster up at the current moment.

"There is a high chance the box is in a prop room, the head student of the fine arts department should let us in." Moka explained, her smile growing wider as she saw a quick light of hope shining in Riki's eyes as he heard that.

She never knew what was in those letters, but she knew they were important and especially private. 

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"Who exactly is the head student of the fine arts department?" Riki questioned as Moka knocked on the office door, they had both changed into proper clothing and rushed over to the school. 

"I'm not entirely sure, We have two it's either Lee Heeseung or Choi Soobin, but either one should help us!" Riki's entire posture shifted.

Lee Heeseung, he let that name drown inside his head before he felt sweat build up on his palm. He but his lips in nervousness, he might just get on his knees and pray that the head student is Choi Soobin. 

After 2 minutes, the door opens and reveals a slightly tanned student but due to all lights in the background, his skin looks paler. 

The student had a white tanktop on his a jacket around their waist and what sesmed like khaki cargo pants, he was heavily sweating and had his hair up in a small ponytail. 

Riki could feel his cheeks heating up, but he lightly scolded himself. He was suppose to be over Lee Heeseung. Not fall in love with him all over again. 

"Sorry, but do you need anything?" Heeseung asked as he eyed both Moka and Riki before lighting up as he saw Moka, familiarity spread across his face.

"You're that sweet girl that helped us out for the party held, what was your name again!" Heeseung asked rather enthusiastically, Riki didn't know if this dude was flirting or just wanting to be friends. 

"Sakai Moka, this is my younger brother. He's a freshman." She answered softly with a small smile. Heeseung reciprocated the smile before glancing at Riki, he instantly took a cue.

"Nishimura Riki." He mumbled, shoving his hands into his jeans pocket trying not to look at Heeseung. 

It's hard enough to not get flustered while he's infront of Riki, but while he has that outfit on, and was looking at him. Riki could feel himself having a gay panic just by looking at him. 

Heeseunsg eyebrow raised at his surname but he let them inside the office. 

"This looks.. interesting?" Moka let out a chuckle as she looked around the room, they were all clearly busy. 

"Do we have a school event coming up?" Riki mumbled as he saw more students come from behind curtains and help to paint a few sets, Heeseung shook his head giving a bright smile.

"No, we have a theater play coming, so we're in charge of props and backgrounds and the jist of what you'd expect" Riki just nodded, he quickly shook Moka's hand snapping her out of her daze.

Her eyes were placed on a black hair with soft brown lights, her hair was tied in a two pigtails. She had a red shirt and dark jeans, she was painting a backdrop that seemed like a distant castle.

Maybe Heeseung doesn't have a chance against Moka, he doesn't know if he's relieved or suspicious about Moka's 'crush'. His sister turned around before nodding just at his expression alone.

There was absolutely no way Riki was going to ask Heeseung or anyone for that matter, he was way too anxious to get the courage. Moka had volunteered to ask instead. (Riki begged her to before they left the house.) 

"Um Heeseung.. we did come here for something." Moka started as she tapped on the olders shoulder, he turned around and raised an eyebrow. 

"Is this about you coming out and telling me you aren't actually related or?" Moka let out a loud chuckle and Riki just gave a disgusted expression.

 "No, we're related-" "Where did you even get that from." Riki deadpanned as unconsciously both of his hands grasp on his waist looking like an angry mom. 

Heeseung shrugged, "Two different surnames and you look two extremely different from each other, Clothing, personality and looks wise." He pointed out and he wasn't exactly wrong. 

Moka had softer feature and was at a standard height for a woman at her age, she dressed in normal day to day clothing with the pallette of light blue, white and pink. 

It looked amazing on her, Riki with never doubt that but he dressed in anything that covered him, there were rair times where he would consider wearing shorts but never outside, he wasn't insecure in anyway. 

It was just more comfortable, his colour palette was also everything that was on a dark-ish scheme nothing black or incredibly dark it wasn't light in anyway, completely contrasting against Moka's outfits. 

"Our surnames are because we have different parents." Riki sighed, he didn't catch the slight shock on Heeseung's face because Moka quickly cut him off. 

"Besides that! You remember that box that I had brought for the party?" She asked, Heeseung but his lip as he thought for a second. 

All Riki could think was how pretty Heeseung's lips were shaped, and how dazzling he looks even without any slight of makeup while he's heavily sweating. 

Heeseung snapped his fingers, getting both Moka and Riki's attention, "Yup, it should be with the props if you need it." His head gestures towards a pile of boxes, some labeled as 'props' or 'clothing. 

There were at least over 15 boxes stacked in the corner, "Are you sure that it's there and not in the storage room?" Riki mumbled as he glanced between Moka and Heeseung. 

"Oh for sure! Don't worry about it, whatever you're looking for was removed from the storage room, we removed everything from that room." Riki just grabbed Moka's hand before walking rather hastily away from Heeseung.

"Are you okay?" Moka questioned, she was definitely concerned. Riki felt some sweat fall down his forehead, "Couldn't feel better." He gritted through his teeth. 

He grabs one of the boxes and opens it, nothing. He let's out a exasperated sigh before placing it back in its place. Moka ties her hair into a bun before crouching down and doing the exact same. 

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Riki felt his eyes sting from hot tears, nothing. They found none of the letters and now he could feel his heart and throat close up. Both from the fact that anyone could find his secrets. 

That was the last privilege he would give to anyone. Not even Moka would find out what he wrote, it was nothing horrible but he did write alot of emotions and subjects about how he felt for his pathetic crushes. 

"Ki' , I have to go to class." Moka said, she took dancing in a building that was way too far away. Riki would take classed with her sometimes but soon enough he just took 'Arts and design' , it was calmer then having to dance 24/7, (even if he throughly enjoyed it.) 

Riki just nodded, she gave him a subtle smile before waking off. He wanted to scream, maybe throw a fit. It was so stressful, it was giving him a headache but he grabbed his bag from the bench and threw it over his shoulder. 

He could cry in his car as he drove home. 

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The house was quiet, too quiet for Jungwon's liking. Something was gonna go wrong, he didn't know what or why. He just knew it was going to happen, it was a matter of when. 

"Oh my god." Sunghoon mumbled from across the room, it was so quiet he could here Sunghoon's mumbles. Jungwon tossed his phone on teh couch before glancing at Sunghoon. 

"What happened?" He asked, the older looked away from his phone with a stupid grin across his face. 

"There's this whole drama happening at school right now," Sunghoon chuckled, Jungwon felt all of his boredom disappear, he quickly got on his feet and grabbed his phone. 

"On what platform." Sunghoon replied after a second with, "Instagram and Jake's account." Jungwon already knew this was going to be something incredibly interesting. 

Jake liked drama, he lived for it especially when it involved one or them. Maybe it did t fit he was a physics major and wanted to be a scientist, but he didn't really care on what he stereotypical acted like. 

'Them' was Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo and himself. They were all part of different majors and didn't even go to the same classes but they still somehow manage to be friends. 

...

"Someone has a crush .. on all of us!?" Jungwon yelled out, not by disgust just by pure shock. 

Jungwon would assume that he or Sunoo would be crushed on maybe Heeseung but every single one of them? He just found that hilarious, "Jay's trying to figure out who it is, he's just as curious" Sunghoon laughed, he found it just as amusing. 

There was a sudden slam from upstairs, Jay and Sunoo both ran downstairs they had a excited look on their faces. "Not good." Jungwon thought, he glanced at the two before the front door opened, Heeseung walked in with Jake behind him. 

"I found out who likes all of us.. and oh my-" "It's Nishimura Riki!" Sunoo yelped out, cutting off Jay. 

"Who?" Sunghoon inquired, he set his phone down before leaning against the couch. "Nishimura Riki, Art & Design student," Jay informed, his fingers wandered around the keyboard as he searched up more information, "Oo, he's top of his class" Jay teased as he wiggles his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

Sunoo and Sunghoon rolled their eyes. 

Heeseung looked at the floor for a couple of minutes as Jay and Sunoo both over spoke on eachother. 

"Oh my fucking lord.." Heeseung uttered as he looked up, "Riki is Moka's sister. The fine arts student." 

"What's the problem with that" Jake asked, they all quickly took a glance a Heeseung aswell. 

"He came in to find those said letters, well I think he did." Heeseung mumbled, his hand pulled through his hair. He respected Moka with all his heart, she was incredibly sweet.

He just knew nothing about Riki. That was the whole problem, he wanted too. But it just seemed so awkward.  

"Whatever any of you do is your business, I'm gonna go look for Riki." Sunghoon announced with a grin as he got up, "What for?" Jay inquired, he finally closed his laptop. 

"To ask him out." 

The was the sudden silence, "Your not doing that," Sunoo chuckled, but Sunghoon just grabbed his phone and his keys before walking out the door. 

"Oh.. well he did." Jake muttered, he followed Sunghoon after 2 minutes of silence. 

Everyone else followed suit after 5 minutes, how Riki acted when they meeter up with him was another story, they just wanted to meet this boy. 

"Nishimura Riki.. You seem pretty." Sunghoon whispered as Jake entered the passenger seat follower by Sunoo and Jungwon in teh back, who ever he was.

He was definitely going to ask him out.

— A/N ★

One day and a few hours, I am TIRED 😭 

but besides that, if you see spelling errors. You don't 🤭

Also I've never watched, "To all the boys I've loved before" I just saw this prompt and went with the flow tbh 💪

I'm just posting random drafts andddddd this is a bday gift for @hybesbiggestfan <3

happi bday <3

(Idk if its a late one) 

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