enhypen imagines

i hate you. / you say this, yet you have hearts in your eyes. + ni-ki

PAIRING | ni-ki x gn!reader
IDOLS FEATURED | nishimura riki, lee heeseung, park jay, sim jake
WC | 925
GENRE | fluff, enemies to lovers, non-idol au, school au, requested for prompt event
WARNINGS | comparing test scores, academic pressure, teasing, slight bullying

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You couldn't remember a time where you were so pissed off you wanted to physically punch something. You'd always considered yourself someone who was quite rational, who never lashed out or got violent, verbally or physically. That is, until you met him, that piece of shit who challenged every moral you had.

"I told you I'd win," he taunted, waving his paper in front of your face, watching your narrowed eyes follow his every movement. "It was so easy too," he laughed, looking behind his shoulder quickly to make sure his friends were all watching. They were, of course, laughing along with him and making fun of your stony expression. "I mean, I got one question wrong, and that was because Heeseung was fucking around with me."

"Guilty as charged!" Heeseung called out with a smirk, waving his hand to make sure you saw him.

Riki sat down in the chair in front of you backwards so that he faced you and placed his elbows on the desk, pouting at you mockingly. "How did the perfect student get such a bad score?"

You grit your teeth before responding. "It's not a bad score, you moron. I only missed one more than you did, and it's not like I was trying to get a perfect score anyways."

You regretted your strained tone as Riki's friends started making noises behind the two of you, further humiliating you. "You really pissed them off this time Riki!" Jake yelled out, and you swore you literally saw red as Riki chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Fuck you. I'm leaving." You stood up suddenly, pushing your chair back with such a force that it collided noisily with the desk behind you, waking up the student who was sleeping there with a snort. You snatched up your paper with a nearly-perfect score and shoved it into your backpack, feeling regrettable tears of frustration well up in your eyes. You hated it. You didn't want to show them your weakness.

Riki seemed a little shocked by your outburst and stopped laughing along with his friends, who were still being obnoxious in the corner, not caring about their own lousy scores. "Hey, come on," he said, eyebrows raised in surprise, "it's just a joke."

You ignored him and pushed past him, sick of him making fun of you. You hadn't really given a shit about him in the past, knowing how immature he could be. Hell, you'd even thought he was sort of cute sometimes, especially when he would stop the bullying and be sweet to you, giving you extra snacks that he'd bought for his annoying friends, or passing you a pencil when you'd forgotten to bring one. At this point, you didn't even care that class didn't end for another twenty minutes, you just wanted out. The hallways were still empty, and you could hear the noisy clacking of your stiff shoes against the waxed school floors, flying past the classrooms and feeling suffocated. Finally, you pushed open the heavy doors at the entrance, gasping noisily as you inhaled the muggy early summer air. It was cloudy, even though it had been bright and sunny that morning, and it gave the entire atmosphere a gray, damp look. The surrounding grass and forest were a blue-green color, showing just how humid it was, and you could feel your uniform starting to stick to your skin. Sweat was already beading on your forehead and the back of your neck, and you wiped it away just as you had done with your tears as you sprinted down the hallway.

"God damn it, wait!" a strangled, angry voice called. You whipped your head around, and spotted Riki running towards you, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. "Please don't run again," he wheezed, "I really, really can't chase after you."

"What the hell do you want?" you asked, the hurt evident in your voice.

"I'm sorry."

You narrowed your eyes at him again, but your expression unconsciously softened as you eyed his seemingly regretful look. "Are you?"

"Look," he sighed, "I know I went too far. And my friends especially pushed you way too hard. They're assholes, and I'm sorry for that too."

"Okay," you muttered, "thanks, I guess."

Riki sucked in a deep breath before handing you the wrinkled paper he'd been clutching tightly. "Here. This was my real score. The other paper was Jay's, and he cheated on every question." You took the paper gingerly and looked at the score. He'd gotten ten less points than you had. "You win, but that's not really the point. I'm sorry for teasing you all the time. The guys encourage it and I go along with it because... well, because..." He trailed off here, cheeks flushed. From the confession or from the sticky environment, you were unsure.

"Because...?"

"I hate you," he chuckled, running a hand through his gelled hair, which was beginning to come undone. "You know why."

Your upper lip curved into a smirk; you did know why. "You say this, yet you have hearts in your eyes," you teased, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours.

Riki flushed even darker, but kept his gaze locked with yours. "Maybe I do," he mumbled, moving in closer.

You chuckled before stepping away from him and sticking your tongue out. "That's a shame. Maybe you should do something about it then." You started walking away with a smile, leaving Riki behind you, spluttering flusteredly.