There was a long pause, and in that moment, it felt like everything in the world had slowed down—just the two of them, in their own bubble, finally saying the words that had been building between them. Ni-Ki's smile grew wider, and without thinking, he leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on Ricky's forehead.
"I've been wanting to hear you say that," Ni-Ki whispered, his voice soft, almost shy. "I've been hoping you felt the same."
Ricky's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up into Ni-Ki's eyes. There was something so pure, so open about the way Ni-Ki was looking at him. It made him feel like he had known him for a lifetime, like their connection was something more than just two people falling for each other—it felt destined, like they were always meant to be here, right now.
"I think this is more than just a coincidence," Ricky said, his voice low, filled with emotion. "I think... I think we were meant to be like this."
Ni-Ki's smile softened, and he nodded, the warmth between them palpable. "Yeah... I think so too."
Ricky reached out, his fingers brushing against Ni-Ki's hand, feeling the electricity that seemed to spark between them. They were standing on the edge of something new, something beautiful, and neither of them seemed afraid.
Ni-Ki pulled his hand away briefly, but only to cup Ricky's cheek, his thumb gently caressing the skin. "So... what do we do now?" he asked, his voice a playful tease, but there was an undeniable sincerity in it.
Ricky leaned into the touch, his eyes closing for a moment, savoring the feel of Ni-Ki's hand on his skin. "We take it one step at a time," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Together."
Ni-Ki smiled, his gaze softening as he leaned in, his lips brushing gently against Ricky's. The kiss was slow, tender, and full of promise. It was everything Ricky had imagined and more—a confirmation of everything they had been building between them.
When they pulled back, Ni-Ki rested his forehead against Ricky's, both of them breathing deeply, their hearts in sync.
"So... officially?" Ni-Ki asked, his voice teasing but warm.
Ricky smiled, his fingers threading through Ni-Ki's hair. "Officially," he confirmed, his voice filled with certainty.
From that moment on, everything felt different. Their rehearsals became filled with even more connection, their performances even more electric. When they danced together, it wasn't just about the choreography—it was about them, about the bond they shared that no one else could understand.
And as the days passed, Ricky and Ni-Ki discovered that sometimes, the best relationships are built on the quiet moments, the shared smiles, the dances that only the two of them could fully understand.
They were no longer just dancers or coworkers. They were something deeper, something real. And it was only just beginning.
