ten : nishimura riki

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an imagine inspired by cloud 9's beach bunny lyrics

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"여보세요?" (translation : it's basically hello but only for when you're getting a call from someone) you answer your phone.
"y/n-ssi," his voice rings on the other line. your ears quickly perk up as you place the clothes that were currently in your hand, on your bed. it was him. your high school friend that you secretly were crushing on.
"ah niki-ssi, how are you?" you giggle, hearing his throaty chuckle on the other line.
"actually, i was thinking about you. practice for debut is hard," he rants, a little sigh following after. ah, the debut that he still won't tell you because he wants to surprise you with what the final product is. "i don't wanna seem the way i do, but i'm confident when i'm with you," he chimes, your eyes beaming at the sudden confession.
"i'm sorry practice has been so tough. do you want to tell me more?" your voice trembles. when the hell did your high school sweetheart grow up to be this smooth talking boy?
he clears his throat. "lately all i feel is bad and bruised. tired of tripping on my shoes," he clarifies. on his end, he was playing with the frame of the picture of you and him at his fourteenth birthday party last year. cute, and with that thought, he finds himself smiling even more.
"but, it's not so bad now that i hear your voice. i never knew someone could sound so pretty until i heard you," he adds.
you swore you felt your heart skip a beat. you grab the lace cami that was on your bed and started fiddling with the thread, hoping he wouldn't hear how loud your heart was beating right now. but when he loves me, i feel like i'm floating. when he calls me pretty, i feel like somebody. you had no idea where his newfound confidence was coming from but you were all for it.
        "niki-ssi, thank you for calling me. i missed you," you quake.
ahhhh, why does she have to sound so cute, his heart was pounding at your choice of words. "y/n, you will always be my favorite form of love," he marvels.

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