ADOR U! ... nishimura riki

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You piped down after the unexpected question minutes ago, and worst of it all was the fact you were devoid of a reply. Thoughts swarmed and you stood frozen in front of him and the dispersing crowd, some watching intently with interest while others were least bothered.

Minji dragged you away, saving you the embarrassment. But you hadn't answered niki, nor did you know what to say. Rejection would be a shame, and maybe a yearning was lit inside of you or were you mistaking it to experience something new? If that were the case, you'd hate to lead him on.

Your amiss of presence noted, haerin called you over, breaking your abrupt daze, asking for clarity on a specific hand movement. You helped her with an explanation, along with hands demonstrating to the best of knowledge.

"wow, you're good at this," haerin uttered, copying your hand figures. Your hands fiddled with hers, placing both adjacent like the hands of a clock. Your lack of reply from disbelief rings a few bells and she goes on to reassure, "no, really, i mean it,"

You shake your head, gaze meeting the wooden boards on the floor, "i lack the confidence, though,"
"i'm sure you'll break through it, and thanks for the help."

You nod with a smile, catching minji slipping on her shoes, tightening the knot on the bunny loop of her sneaker. "minji, 'you leaving?"
"yeah, and you're coming with me,"

"shocker," you say sarcastically, tilting your head to the side, striding to her and lending her your palm to get to her soles. You sigh, taking an interest in the way the leaves fell to the ground with the onset of autumn, withering to their overdue dismissal.

"well, share your thoughts,"
"is this a routine thing now? almost every other day i'm here complaining over minor inconveniences in my closed life and yet i still approach such complications," you drawl, absent of glee in your front, the autumn breeze setting in.

"one correction, it's literally every day that you go on and on about ANY minor inconveniences in your life. it's been like this since a few weeks,"

"i wonder why," you say cheekily, rolling your eyes.

"do you want to listen or not," you irk, stomping lightly. Minji laughs at your outburst, coos at your pout and nods. "it's about earlier today," you pause, clicking your tongue as minji stares you down with a 'iknowallaboutthis' look.

"uh, a minor inconvenience named nishimura riki," you complete in a huff, with minji adorning a facade of shock while she shook her head both sides, "i had no idea!" You smack her on the shoulder, widening your eyes in disbelief, a comfortable blanket of silence washing you two away for a brief moment.

"ouch, i'm only a minor inconvenience in your life? I could do much better, seriously,"

There he was, the sore thumb between the two teenage girls, towering over. You jolted to minji, crashing into her as a snicker escaped her lips and echoed whilst she got farther, sprinting away from you and niki.

"hope this isn't too inconvenient for you!" she exclaims, waving from the stairs and vanishing in its depth. You still, craning your head to niki, slanting it to the side a little. "you planning on being a major inconvenience?"

"yeah, and much more," he replies, winking, followed byp a wide smile that suited him, resembling that smiling duck meme, the cute one.

You tch, stepping forward, waiting for him to trail behind but to no movement from the boy. You whip back to him, facing him from a mere distance, "want an answer or not," you query unenthusiastically, causing niki to jog up to you grinning from ear to ear.

Turns out, niki, the silly boy you were asked out by was a fun guy. And that made it all the much harder for your decision. So often that it got minji raising brows at you across the mirrored room, shooting daggers with her eyes to you as niki munched on strawberries that weren't microwaved.

You waved off microwaved strawberries far from him, accustoming him to normal room temperature ones. It was rather weird of him but revealed he was particular with his choices. You excuse yourself and trudge your way to minji, taking a seat beside her while niki keeps at his (non-microwaved) strawberries and phone in hand.

"seems like someones been having fun without me,"

You shake your head at her, "it's not like that," you mumble, looking up at minji with an expectant expression.

"really? then what's your answer; what's going on in your head,"
"listen, he's not that bad,"

"then do you want to go out with him?"

You pick at your lip, nibbling it down, unsure of what you wanted to do yourself. Minji hums, waiting for your answer, "you don't know, do you,"

Silence overtakes your conversation as you hesitate to answer. "i just wish you'd keep me in your circle of thoughts, let me know what you're thinking, and if I could help. i don't want to chase after you, yn" she pauses, a palm swiping her face.

"either way, i respect your decision, don't let anyone else influence your opinion," minji concludes, sighing of disappointment and resorts to leave in a fit of pent up frustration.

You attempt to halt her to hear you out, but the truth is you have no idea what to say to her. You've been keeping to yourself while she was trying to understand you and help you out.

From the end of the room, hype boy plays and niki jumps to his feet, utterly surprised. He fumbles his way to you in a sprint, collapsing to the wood tiles, his phone screen flashing before your eyes.

"look at the number of likes and views, everyone's commenting that they hope we get in,"

You marvel at the count, turning to niki, "aren't the results out?" He redirects to a link, the hyperlink in bold marked RESULTS apparent. Wasting no time, he opened the page and scrolled. And there it was, your name along with niki's.

You copy his surprise upon comprehending the display, a heavy gasp, guilt-ridden, parts from your mouth. "we got in... what about the others?" you quiz, staring at the screen. "yeah, we got in, isn't that a good thing?" niki responds, dropping his hand to his crossed legs, gazing at your conflicted orbs.

"it reads that me and you got in. nothing about the others is mentioned here."

"niki, i auditioned with minji's team, not us as a duo."

You bury your head in your hands, pushing the strands of hair out of your face with a pained front. Minji returns to the door, out of breath, "hyein checked the results, we didn't make it," she announces, face darkened and down.

You whip your head side to side, opposing both answers in your thoughts. Niki furrows his brows, his expression fallen. Minji gapes at you and niki both, her steps closing you in, and hands to niki's phone. "minji," you drawl, lost.

"congrats." she mutters, monotonously, tone flat and eyes devoid of any colour. Hanni enters the room, her arm linking around minji's and drags her away, leaving you in a contemplating mess where you would shove the blame to yourself.