「 ⩩ 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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Having locked the door of her home securely, Vienna walked down the narrow stairwell. As she reached the bottom, she saw Ni-ki standing by the gate, his tall frame casting a shadow over the small flower bed in the yard.
The rain from the previous night had washed away the grime from the streets, leaving everything looking fresh and renewed.
Ni-ki was crouched near a cluster of blossoms, carefully picking at them, lost in thought. He didn't hear Vienna's soft footsteps approaching, too focused on selecting just the right flower. She stood there for a moment, watching him with curiosity. It was rare to see him so absorbed in something so gentle.
"What are you doing?" she finally asked, breaking the silence.
Ni-ki jumped slightly, looking up at her with wide eyes. "Oh, you're here," he said, a little embarrassed to have been caught off guard. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at the flowers in his hand.
"Hold still," he muttered as he carefully slipped the floral creation onto her ear, adjusting it gently so it wouldn't fall.
Vienna blinked in surprise.
Ni-ki stepped back to take a look, his eyes scanning her face.
She touched the flowers on her ear, feeling the soft petals brush against her skin. The sensation was mildly itchy, but she didn't move to take them off. For some reason, she didn't mind.
"Since when are you into flowers?"
Ni-ki stood up, brushing off his jeans, but his gaze lingered on the flower now nestled in her hair. "Looks better on you than in the dirt," he said, his voice quieter, almost shy.
Vienna blinked, surprised by the unexpected compliment. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The world around them seemed to pause, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.
The two teens arrived at the outskirts of the city on Ni-ki's motorcycle, coasting to a stop just one street away from Vienna's cram school.
"Let's get off here," Ni-ki suggested, his voice low but steady.
Vienna nodded, glancing ahead at the familiar school compound, already feeling the weight of returning to reality. "Yeah, sure." Her voice was equally quiet, a soft thread in the cool morning air.
