Enhypen Imagines

My Everything | Ns.R

Requested by sanriseattack 

You hand almost trembled as you stood outside the dance studio, which you knew Riki danced in, probably because he had dragged you along to practice with his team once in a while, completely disregarding whether or not you were good enough.

Carefully you opened the door and peeked your head inside to see the small group of boys and girls going over the steps in the dance they were learning, of course with Riki in the midst of them.

For a moment your eyes lingered over the other team members, how they all had the perfect side profile, sharp jawlines and pretty noses. Not to mention how the girls had all the right shapes in all the right places and the boys effortlessly looked good no matter what they did.

It was probably the small huff you let out that busted you to all the dancers that immediately turned and looked at you. There was no way you could measure with them, and you knew that. Not by how you always covered your body with hoodies that was way to big for you, and sometimes even for Riki, or how your pants always never touched your thighs, they had to be as loose as possible. Once you had even bought a pair of shoes too small to make them look smaller, because you thought that would make you more attractive, but Riki was vry quick to point out how absolutely stupid that was, so you hadn't done it again. Or to repeat as he said:

'Why would small feet make you attractive? It just looks weird if you walk unnaturally because your shoes hurt... besides who even look at your feet as the first thing they see? That's stupid'

The moment your eyes locked with Riki's a wide smile immediately spread on his face and he excitedly waved at you, to which you simply raised a sweaterpaw in return. 

Whenever you came to pick him up from rehearsals he would get a big boost of energy, no matter how tired he really was. His eyes would go bright and happy as his smile just got as wide as it possibly could. You didn't doubt he loved you, but wasn't he embarrassed by how you looked?

You quietly watched as Riki jumped over and grabbed his things, telling everyone else goodbye before marching over and grabbing your wrist, pulling your sleeve away from your hand and intertwining your fingers with his, as if it was some sort of military routine.

"Let's go home," Riki proudly spoke and began pulling you through the hallways of the building, in which the dance studio was situated.

You walked quietly beside Riki, your hood pulled up over your head as he happily swung your hands back and forth, at one point even slipping your hood off, to which you immediately pulled your hood back up again with your free hand.

"Why? I wanna see your face," Riki complained, sounding like he was pouting by the tone of voice.

"Not now," you simply muttered before Riki let out a huff and pursed his lips.

Before you could react he had pulled you into an empty dance studio. You already knew what was coming, it had happened once before in the start of your relationship, which by now was almost a year ago, only two months short of a one year anniversary.

"I thought we already went over this," Riki softly spoke as he pulled your other hand over into his hold, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles as he looked down at you with the most sincere eyes he possibly could.

"I don't wanna talk about it right now," you sighed as you let your head fall back and you looked off to the side, right into the mirror where your own reflection caught your attention.

"Too bad, I wanna talk about it. And I wanna talk about it right now, we're staying here, even if it's till next week, until you have told me," he stubbornly insisted and stepped in between you and the mirror.

"Can we please just let it be?" you murmured, not wanting to cry over your looks in front of him again.

"I don't want you to go around and think that you're much worse or uglier, or whatever bad thing you think about yourself. Because you are not," he simply stated, "you know that to me you're the best there is."

"To you," you remarked as you just stared up at him and caught him off guard, causing him to stumble over his words, "exactly. To you I'm the best there is."

"Who else should you be the best for?" he quietly questioned you, "you're not seeing-"

"What about all the people who look down on you before you chose me over the other pretty girls or handsome boys?" you questioned and he just looked down at you as if you were a clown with two heads.

"Who said I even care about that?" he questioned in disbelief, "all I care about is you, and you know that! I just want you to be happy... please don't think lowly of yourself, you're the best for me and no one measures with it. You're absolutely beautiful no matter what, the prettiest, the most handsome, the best. I love you, and to me you're perfect."

"I hate you," you murmured and placed your face against his shoulder.

"Why?" he let out a small whine as he gave your hands a small squeeze.

"Because somehow... no matter how stupid your assurances are they always make me smile and feel a tad bit better," you complained as a small smile spread on your face and one of his hands went up to lay itself on the back of your neck, massaging softly.

"You're enough, okay?" he whispered and pressed a kiss to your temple, "and you're more than enough. You're everything."

You smiled with a small sigh before you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug, lingering in the slightly sweaty yet perfumed scent he had around him whenever he finished his dance rehearsals.

My Everything.