starboy. | nishimura riki ✓

STARBOY | 18

MISO WATCHED AS NIKI CROSSED THE FINISH LINE IN SECOND. IT HAD BEEN A COMPETITIVE GAME AS NIKI OVERTOOK MOST GREASERS ON THE TRACK — LEE HEESEUNG BEING THE ONLY ONE HE COULDN'T QUITE MANAGE.

Hurrying down the steps of the bleachers with a grin on her red lips, Miso made her way over to Niki, who was removing his helmet and repositioning his Oreo hair.

"You saw that right?!" Niki grinned, meeting Miso midway with his helmet under his arm. He had beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face, and the top buttons of his jacket were undone, revealing his collar bones. "I came second — I've been stuck in third place forever." He huffed out, happily and Miso couldn't help but mirror his happiness.

This was the first time she'd ever seen him... smile a genuine smile. It was a good look on him as his eyes turned to crescent moons and his mouth was box-like as he grinned.

"I think it was your cheek kiss." Niki stated, his smile turning into a smirk. "Maybe I can get one on the lips? Maybe then I'll make it to first place?" He teased and Miso couldn't help but laugh and roll her eyes, telling him to 'Shut his trap.'

"Are you gonna come to the after party at Heeseung's club?" Niki wondered as the two began to head over to the garage so that the boy could put his helmet down.

"Oh, I'm not sure..." Miso hesitantly began, worried that if she got home too late her parents would catch her and ground her for life.

"Please," Niki playfully pouted, leaning down slightly so that they were eye-to-eye. "For me?"

A blush formed across the Choi girls cheeks as her teeth bit her bottom lip, attempting to contain her smile — however once their eyes met, should couldn't help but grin and release a chuckle.

Once Miso eventually gave into the taller boy, she and Niki trailed behind the boys gang and Miso's friends as they walked down the middle of the empty road, heading to Heeseung's club.

"If you wanna go home anytime just tell me." Niki told her, turning his head to look down at her as he stuffed his hands in his front pockets.

Miso nodded her head, glancing up at him. Their eyes met and she couldn't help but feel a shade of crimson creep upon her face. Why was Nishimura Niki having this effect on her? Why did her heart race whenever he was around? Why did she feel butterflies in her stomach whenever their eyes would meet? So many unknown feelings for a Greaser that she knew so much about.

"You okay, Doll?" Niki questioned, nudging the girl slightly, whilst lighting a cancer stick once noticing her drifting off into a daze as she fell silent.

"Yeah, I'm okay." She nodded, reassuring him, and Niki bobbed his head before he swung his arm around the shorter girls shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

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Heeseung's club was packed to the brim with many Greasers. Some of them were on the dance floor, colliding their half-naked, sweaty bodies against one another, others were at the bar, ordering drinks and having heated conversations with an opposing gang, some were seated in the round booths facing the dance floor and the remainder were spewing out of the front door, desperate to get home or cause trouble because the alcohol in their system was finally kicking in.