enhypen imagines

i hate you. / you say this, yet you have hearts in your eyes. + ni-ki vers. 2

PAIRING | ni-ki x gn!reader
IDOLS FEATURED | nishimura riki
WC | 698
GENRE | fluff, requested for prompt event
WARNINGS | mc thinks they're getting stood up momentarily, ni-ki is overworked

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You looked down at your hands, clasped together tightly in your lap. It felt weird to keep looking around the room, as if willing him to appear would actually make him magically transport in front of your eyes, and you were well-aware of the stares that you were beginning to get from the employees who had been watching you since you'd arrived half an hour ago. Maybe it was partially your fault; after all, you were always early to everything, and you knew how infamous Riki was for always being late. Late to parties, late to events, late to his own damn concerts. It was really no surprise that he was late to your dates as well.

You shifted in the booth uncomfortably, exposed legs sticking to the vinyl covers. Your shoes made an unpleasant sticky sound as you lifted them off the ground, and you winced at the thought of how much spilled food and drink was likely underneath your soles. Riki had always wanted to come to this restaurant, he loved American diners with milkshakes and burgers, and you loved seeing him happy, so you told him to meet you there. You'd gotten dressed up to an extent, excited to finally spend time with your busy lover, but now, as you sat alone, staring at the mint green booth across from you, you thought that maybe you should have just stayed home, shouldn't have tried again. This was bound to happen. You stirred your water with the provided straw, watching as the already-melting ice cubes eventually faded into their liquid state, and finally, you stood up, gathering your things.

You couldn't even really be mad, you supposed. You knew how hectic and unplanned his schedule was. It wasn't his fault if he was forced to stay after hours to do extra practice, or if there was an unscheduled interview suddenly squeezed into his day. But you were still disappointed.

But then, you heard an odd banging noise coming from your right, and you turned to the large window and almost yelped in shock. Riki was out there, dressed nicely, although quite sweaty. You'd supposed his hair had been neatly gelled back, before he sweat through it. He was banging his fist against the window, trying to get your attention, and as soon as he realized you'd seen him, a look of relief spread across his face as he sprinted over to the front doors and pushed them open, rushing over to you and capturing you in a warm, sweaty hug. "You waited," he said breathlessly, taking deep gulps of air, "you waited for me to come."

"You said you would," you said softly, resting your chin on his shoulder, "I believed you."

Riki's grip tightened, and you knew he felt guilty. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "I really wanted to make it on time, I did. But they asked me to stay behind extra because I needed to re-record my part—"

You hushed him gently, patting his damp cheek endearingly, and he leaned into your touch, a small wrinkle appearing between his thick eyebrows as he sighed shakily. Your heart throbbed painfully. He really did want to come on time. "I know it's not your fault," you said, smiling a little, "I'm just happy you're here now."

Riki smiled, a little awkwardly, and the two of you slid into the sticky booth again, picking up your menus simultaneously. "Hey, they have a mint choco milkshake," he said cheerily, turning his menu around and tapping at the faded picture of a tall, frosty glass filled to the brim with mint chocolate and whipped cream.

"That's disgusting," you groaned, pushing his hands away playfully, "I hate you."

"You say this, yet you have hearts in your eyes," he pouted, and you rolled your eyes as a waiter approached the two of you.

"One mint choco milkshake please... and two straws."

As much as you hated the flavor, you would have done anything to see the way Riki's eyes lit up over and over again, and you couldn't help but press a kiss to the back of his hand lovingly as he thanked you, for more reasons than one.