After a long night performing with his members, Riki finally returned to the apartment you shared. It was just past 9 PM when he went live on Weverse, speaking in Japanese to fans as he recounted his day.

But his relaxed tone shifted instantly when he heard soft groaning coming from the bedroom. His brows furrowed in concern, calling your name a few times—each one more urgent than the last. When you didn’t respond, his worry only grew.

Then you emerged slowly, clutching your stomach, a pained expression contorting your face.

“Riki…” you managed to say, your voice cracking from how much it hurt. His eyes widened with alarm as he stood up to meet you halfway.

“You okay?” he asked softly, though the panic was clear in his voice. Tears welled in your eyes as you held your abdomen tighter.

“It hurts so bad,” you whispered, stepping into his arms. You sank onto his lap, wrapping your arms and legs around him, clinging to the comfort only he could give. One hand gently cradled your head, the other wrapped securely around your waist, grounding you as you groaned into his shoulder.

He continued the livestream, now holding you in his arms. Comments flooded in—some cooing over how cute you two looked, others confused about what was happening.

“My girlfriend’s having really bad cramps right now,” he explained gently to his fans, trying to reassure them while focusing all his attention on soothing you. He pressed soft kisses to your head, his hand threading through your hair as he whispered quietly, doing everything he could to ease your pain

Riki kept the livestream going with practiced ease, responding to comments and laughing softly at his fans’ messages—but his attention never drifted far from you. One arm held you close, the other occasionally adjusting the phone, all while his fingers gently combed through your hair.

Leaning in, he whispered low enough that only you could hear, “Do you want a heat pack or anything?”

You shook your head weakly, your face still tucked into the curve of his neck. Then, lifting it just enough, you whispered back, “You’re enough.”

A quiet breath of laughter escaped him, the kind that said he was both touched and amused. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you even closer, letting his warmth melt into you like a blanket.

“Of course I am,” he murmured with a soft grin, then turned back to the screen, continuing the live like nothing changed—except now, he held the whole world in his lap.

Without a word, he shifted slightly to cradle you more comfortably in his arms, his touch gentle but firm—like he was holding something fragile and precious.

He lifted your chin softly, just enough to see your face. His eyes searched yours for a moment, then he leaned in and began peppering your cheeks with soft kisses—light, playful, and full of care. He gave you a few slow pecks on the lips too, not rushed, but tender and comforting.

Then he pulled you right back into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around you as if he could shield you from the pain completely. His warmth, his scent, the steady beat of his heart—it was everything you needed in that moment.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Riki murmured gently, not moving just yet—waiting for your response first. When you shook your head and buried yourself even deeper into his chest, he raised a brow in amusement.

“Mmm… this is comfortable.”

He let out a soft laugh, clearly charmed by how attached you were to the moment. “Alright, alright,” he said with a smile, ruffling your hair affectionately. His fingers lingered for a second before wrapping his arms back around you, letting you stay exactly where you wanted—safe in his arms, right there on the couch.