ADOR U! ... nishimura riki

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"how are things between you and yn?" jungwon asked, taking interest in his friend's blank face, willing to distract him about the very thing he sat thinking over. "bittersweet," niki replied, zoned out. "well, do you wanna talk about it? you can't mope around the whole day,"

Niki lays back on the bench beneath the tree, the sunlight hitting his eyes. A hand over his eyes, he sighs, "i don't know, me and yn got in but she didn't audition with me,"
"oh, you mean the day in the cafeteria,"

"yeah, i think we never really mentioned anywhere in the video's content that we weren't a team, nor did she perform with minji's team altogether,"

Jungwon draws his eyebrows closer, "yn didn't perform with the others? no wonder she was considered to be a duo with you." Niki hums, ruffling his dark locks, the solemn mood settled. His niki dings, a message from you greeting the lit display, "room 5, 5pm"

"have you both settled on a song?" sunoo asks, putting his book aside, seated on the grass, his back to the bench. Jungwon panned his head to the boy beside him and then to niki, "no,"

"all i wanna do, jay park," jungwon beams, his eyes twinkling as he stares at niki with an anticipatory gaze. "respectfully, jay park," he adds, snickering, making niki erupt into a fit of laughter, the expression of the idol playing in their minds.

Urging the lugging door open, niki is greeted to an empty room. Frowning to your absence. Nevertheless, he connects his phone to the bluetooth speaker and begins warming up. Minutes passed by, and the closed space still lacked your presence. He pockets up his phone, dialing your number to no avail. His eyes dance around the room, finding your hoodie on the floorboard in the corner. Obtaining the material in his clutch, he decides to leave in a search for you.

Out the door you stood, hand loosely hung around the handle with little to no pressure applied in an attempt to swing open the door. On the other side, niki grasped the handle and flung it open, sending you forward along with the door, crashing into him and tumbling to the ground.

You land on your knees while niki took the hit with his tailbone, clutching his orbs in a tight wince. "are you alright?" you query, shifting to your feet, and lending your hand to the fallen boy.

He waves you off, slowly rising to his soles, hand aiding his lower back. Maneuvering to the table by the wall, he slants his body to it. "do you have any songs in mind," he questions, dragging his back down the support, sitting with his legs crossed.

"not really,"

The boy shows you a smile, "i have one in mind,"

With a few days left, you huff, collapsing, fixing your eyes on niki who continued practicing. The way he moved his arms and legs with mesmerizing coordination, his face exhibiting no set expression but concentration.

You found yourself absorbed in the way he moved his body, in awe with the way he understood every nook and cranny of the routine. Your lost gaze on him caught his notice, his eyes settling on you through the mirror.

Neither of you dared to bring up the past conception, leaving it awkwardly hung in the air, focusing on getting enough practice for the final round. Your mind wandered as you gaped at the boy, admiring him from right up close.

Accounting your daze, he turns to you, tilting his head in confusion. He calls out your name but you missed it in your trance, zoning out on where he previously statured. He strolls to you, albeit your awareness, crouching and whispering your name in the shell of your ear.

Maybe it was the first time he'd seen you up close and personal, but he found himself lingering near you longer. Your surprised gasp when you snapped out of your daze and found niki in front of you a small peep away, you were given the scare of your life.

Unintentionally you shove his shoulders, scooting further from him. Your shove results in him landing on his palms, laughing. He gets to his feet, trais up to you, and kneels with his gummy smile present.

To you, he looked adorable and he noted your grin, "stop gawking, it's obvious," he mocks, bringing his palm to your cheek, cupping your face, and holding you closer. Without context, it would have seemed like he was about to veer towards and peck your lips.

Your laugh subsides and the light tension trickles to something mellow, your eyes being stared into by your coined minor inconvenience. The title was presently threatened to change to a major inconvenience, your heart pounding as he continued to search in depths of your orbs.

The shift in the air brought niki to blink himself back to reality, inching to you with a puff of breath greeting your face with his gaze locked on you, "shall we get back to practice," His words rolled off his tongue and made their way to you, much to disappointment that he didn't lean in—

Ok this was bad. Niki hadn't only threatened to become a major inconvenience, he claimed the title and your heart for a grave amount of time before you snatched it from him in your imaginary play.

After your little freak out or more so 'ohmygodisheabouttokissme' moment, you regained your composure and your unwavering will to make him flustered in return, you know, pay back the favor. You meant it in all good fun, is what you told yourself but, of course, that wasn't the whole picture.