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🏡Ni-ki

Riki spent his two weeks vacation solving codes. He sat in front of a computer with a pokemon-themed keyboard and typed there non-stop.

Jake and him have been sending each other codes to solve all the while unlocking another level of their skills.

Seonwoo could only sit beside his boyfriend and watch with amusement on his eyes. Riki's really intelligent, although he only looked like a naughty student at some point. Seonwoo have been learning some of the codes as well and Riki was patiently explaining everything to him.

Seonwoo was also there watching Riki create programmed devices, do his work-outs routines. But Seonwoo made sure to stay inside whenever Riki goes firing.

He would just be on the kitchen preparing their meals and, of course, Riki's daily supplement of milkshake.

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With a tray on his hand, Seonwoo entered the gym without further notice.

Seonwoo almost trip on his own feet as he look up and found Riki taking off his shirt inside the ring. He held the tray tightly, mouth gaping out of shock.

Riki turned around, half-naked.

Seonwoo's eyes travelled down from Riki's chest to his toned stomach—where he sees the gunshot scar from last time. The wound he doesn't know the story behind.

Under the wound was a small four-letter tattoo, Ni-ki.

“Uh, uhm, I'm sorry,” Seonwoo says turning around. “Hurry up and put dry shirt on.”

Riki chuckles before doing what he was just told.

Seonwoo stood by his place, not sure of what he should do. Then Riki appeared in front of him with a smile on his face, taking his glass of milkshake.

“Aren't I hot,” Riki says in a teaseful manner.

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Ni-ki. The name remain engraved in Seonwoo's mind.

He move his hand up from Riki's waist to touch his cheek.

“What,” Riki murmurs.

“Why do they call you Ni-ki?” Seonwoo whispered, dipping his finger deeper into Riki's cheek.

Until Riki held his hand and kept it there.

“It's my nickname since I was a child,” Riki answered, still with his eyes close.

The two was about to sleep, if not for Seonwoo having thousand of questions into his mind. He needed answers.

“Is it a shortcut of your name? Nishimura Riki?”

“Kind of,” Riki chuckles.

He's been receiving the same question from everyone, but Riki haven't told them the real story of his nickname.

“Is it, like, your codename?”

“Not really, it's a nickname some child gave me,” Riki says, still with eyes closed.

“Who?” Seonwoo asked.

“Just a friend from my childhood. He couldn't pronounce my name so he made it short by calling me Ni-ki,” Riki explained.

Seonwoo hums.

“Are you confessing of having a childhood love?”

“What?” Riki opened his eyes, “Seonwoo, a friend. Childhood friend.”

Seonwoo chuckles, “I was just kidding, go back to sleep.”

Riki closed his eyes again, “Mhm. It feels nice to be home.”

“Home,” Seonwoo repeated, closing his eyes as well.

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