「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Vienna, amidst the bullying at school, crosses paths with a charmingly mysterious thug who swiftly becomes her protector. They both become each other's comfort despite being polar opposites, discovering in each other the hope a...
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↳ currently playing ;; [Moonstruck] - [Enhypen]
The next day, the sun hung high in the center of the sky, its fiery rays blazing down on the city below. The heat was oppressive, making the air shimmer and the pavement sizzle under its intense glare.
It was the early afternoon. Ni-ki lounged by the table, his foot tapping in rhythm as he casually hummed along to a Michael Jackson song playing from his old stereo.
His movements were smooth, almost mesmerizing, and for a moment, Vienna found herself watching him, begrudgingly admitting that he looked effortlessly cool.
Meanwhile, Vienna sprawled by the window, her head resting on her folded arms as she peered out at the lively alley not far away.
The afternoon was still young, and the alley buzzed with activity. Farmers, their faces weathered from years of labor under the sun, sat by the roadside, peddling their freshly grown vegetables and fruits.
The melody in the house came to a sudden stop as Ni-ki abruptly switched off the stereo. The sharp ring of the phone cut through the silence, its sound jarring and urgent. His expression darkened as he walked to an isolated corner of the house, picking up the receiver.
"Fuck, can't you keep those twig legs in check??"
There was a pause, then he snarled, "I fucking told you to stop!!"
"If you do it one more time, I'm fucking charging by hour......"
The conversation ended abruptly as Ni-ki slammed the phone down, the sound echoing in the small, stifling space. His face was a storm of emotions—anger, frustration, and something darker, more dangerous.
He turned back to Vienna, his expression hard. "I'm heading out for a short while," he muttered, his voice clipped and tense.
She stared at him calmly. It was her signature gaze—clean, clear, and distant. Though her eyes betrayed no hint of emotion, they had a way of gripping you tightly, like an infant's hand, leaving you trapped with nowhere to run.
Ni-ki's face paled slightly under her steady scrutiny. Subconsciously lowering his voice, he muttered, "My friend ran into some trouble outside."
He hesitated, then added, as if needing to justify himself further, "A childhood buddy."
Ni-ki was about to jump through the window when he felt a tug on the hem of his shirt. He turned around, confused, only to find Vienna's frail, skinny hand gripping his shirt.
