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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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😊

no i will not make separate blogs for my fandoms, everyone who follows me must experience ALL my insanity

#real

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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cannot wait to see this 😭😭😭

#fnaf #i can't believe it's finally coming out

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man is taller than soobin 😦

#txt #tomorrow x together #soobin #beomgyu #how are people this tall

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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300 OMGGG 😭😭😭 TYYYY

-dreams- | a ni-ki short fic

why do i feel liked this is so unfinished 😭😭

anyways-

warnings: nightmares??

word count: 658

niki x female reader

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clouds moved across the dark sky in a sheeny fashion, and as they did, rain began to fall from them like drops of dew from flower petals. as if it wasn't enough, the clouds themselves seemed to be getting heavier by the second, their white ruffles of fluff becoming darker and darker until finally, it became impossible for anyone to see them. with a sigh of happiness, you closed the window behind you with a snap of the lock, turning away from the view with a smile on your lips.

your smile only widened as a specific person caught your eye, laying just a few feet away from you, arms sprawled out on the bedding. his hair looked soft and fluffy under the dim light of your lamp, and his face was peaceful in sleep. there was something about him that made you feel at home. something about his presence that felt right, and made you happy. he always managed to make you smile with a simple glance. you couldn't help but admire him when he was asleep, even though he was snoring loudly.

but after a minute or two, you found yourself looking down at him with a slight frown as you noticed the uncomfortable look on his face. he had twisted his head and body uncomfortably, and his eyebrows were knitted together in what seemed like pain. you frowned worriedly, watching as his eyebrows slowly began to relax.

his eyes shot open, then quickly searched around the room before landing on yours. when their gaze met yours, they didn't have the usual mischievous gleam of the dreamer that filled his gaze. instead, they were full of what looked like misery.

"did you have a nightmare, riki?" you inquired laying down next to him, eye level. "you don't usually get nightmares."

he groaned, rubbing his face with his hands before burying his head in the pillow. "i know." you heard him mutter.

sympathetically, you scooted closer and put your arm around his chest as he let loose one last sigh of defeat before opening his arms to you, inviting you into a hug. you smiled at him gratefully and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close to you and letting your legs intertwine with his. he held you closely as he buried his nose in your neck, breathing in deeply. you could tell he was exhausted - how many nights has this happened now? and how much longer is it going to keep going? "are you alright?" you asked quietly, combing your fingers through his locks soothingly.

niki nodded slowly against your skin, his voice muffled. "yeah. i'm okay," he confirmed. "just... i don't know why i keep having these types of dreams."

"maybe you're just tired?" you proposed. "i mean, with all the practice and promotions, i wouldn't be surprised."

he hummed, agreeing as his grip around you tightened slightly. "i know... i know." he repeated.

you could hear the weariness in his voice. you knew he wasn't ready to talk yet - not while he was still feeling so vulnerable. instead, you pulled up the covers around yourself and niki, pulling both of your bodies under the blankets, leaving no space between you. he pressed his forehead against yours, holding your hands with his own tightly before closing his eyes.

"go back to sleep," you told him softly. "if you have another one, i'm right here."

"okay..." he whispered into your skin, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "thanks. i love you."

"love you too," you mumbled as you squeezed his hand in return. niki's breathing slowed and deepened as his eyes fell shut. after a few minutes, he stopped moving completely. the only thing left were the rhythmic sounds coming from his breathing, which soon turned to soft snores.

with a sigh of contentment, you pulled your hands from under the blankets, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend and resting your chin on his shoulder.

#TYSM

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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they look so-🫠🫠🫠

#enhypen #enha #jungwon #sunoo #sunghoon #jay #jake #niki #heesung

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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🫢😵‍💫🤒

#hueningkai #txt #tomorrow x together #huening kai

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always - a ni-ki short fic

word count: >700 genre: angst?? warnings: hateful comments (not explicitly said), lmk if there are any more!

a/n: i was gonna write something for jake but i was recently thinking about all the odd and unnecessary hate towards riki, so i wrote a short drabble, i guess! makes me feel horrible that he gets this much hate tho :((

nonetheless, enjoy! <3

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for the whole day, the mood had been sour, the outside seeming grey and gloomier than usual. there was barely a sound in the house, the atmosphere heavy with dread, as you sat across the table from your best friend. it was unusual, to say the least, for both of you. the absence of sound was threatening. it was like the room was holding its breath. "so, um, what are you doing?" you asked, trying to spark up some conversation. his eyes darted up from his phone to yours, looking down almost instantly after. "nothing." you resisted from rolling your eyes at his mumbling, trying to be patient with whatever was obviously bothering him. "riki, what's going on?" his lips formed a line as he shook his head, not saying anything. you could tell that this topic wasn't one he wanted to discuss. you reached over, placing your hand on top of his. you looked at him, pleading with him not to shut you out. but the stubborn look on his face told you all you needed to know about how this conversation would go. he didn't respond to you, so you decided to give him some space, sitting back into your chair. the two of you remained silent, not really knowing what to do or say anymore. you couldn’t understand why he wouldn't talk, he'd never seemed to be like this, especially around you. when he’d been stressed, you could always cheer him up; but now, it was as though something had gotten stuck inside of his brain and wouldn't let it go. it worried you. it worried you a lot. but hours passed, and he didn't say anything, his eyes glued to his device. at first, you thought that he was using the electronic to distract himself from whatever he was feeling. now, it seemed that it was what was causing his misery, which you derived from how his eyebrows crinkled every time he scrolled on his phone. while he was sitting on the edge sofa, you stole a glance of the screen, your eyes widening as soon as the sight met your gaze. an abundance of some of the most horrible comments you'd ever seen were littered across the screen, a few in bold text. you looked back at him, seeing how he still hadn't noticed you. "riki," you said. "what's this?" he turned around lightning fast, turning his phone off in the midst of the action. "y/n…" "have you been reading these all day?" you questioned. he hesitated for a minute before sighing, nodding after his head fell into his hands. the rage you felt was immeasurable, as the images flashed through your mind again. you felt sick to your stomach. you hated the fact that people were treating someone who cared so much so harshly. you also hated the fact that this person in front of you was such a nice boy, you knew he was, and you wished everyone else could know that, too. "aw, riki. you know they're all liars." he merely sat there, staring off into the distance, looking absolutely miserable. "i know y/n… it's just… i don't know what to feel," he whispered, his voice shaking. you took a deep breath, putting your hands on the sides of his face and forcing him to look at you. "i'm here for you no matter what, always remember that. if you want to talk about it, i'm always free to listen." he smiled softly at you, wiping away a tear that had escaped his eye without his realizing it. he leaned his head against your shoulder, closing his eyes. "thank you.." "always," you responded, pulling him closer. "now, lets do something else, something fun." "what did you have in mind?" you smiled. "a movie?" "a movie sounds amazing," he said with a laugh. it was a laugh you'd been waiting to hear all day.

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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thanks for the tag! 🎀

i also got coral pink! ✨

@operawritesthings @stwrjke & who ever else wants to! ✨

found this really cute "what color is your love" uquiz so open tag to whoever wants to join !

my result was coral pink. your love is the colour of spring blooms and of lipstick prints, of fingertips and roses. you are so full of love, full up to the very top. you love everyone and everything that deserves to be loved. keep loving.

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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debating between writing a fic for jungwon or for jake 😕

#enha #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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lmk if anyone wants to be moots bc i don’t have any friends that listen to kpop 😭😭😭😕

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winter | a sunghoon short fic

word count: 1.1k!

warnings: noneee i don’t think / spelling errors

genre: fluff?

pairing: ice skater! sunghoon x ice skater! gn reader

snow covered the majority of the streets, a blanket of white over everything in sight. the streetlights had enough glow to illuminate the icy road and sidewalks, a bright contrast to the dark sky. everything was quiet, with no cars rushing past or people chattering about what time it was and where they were going.

a calmness that only spiraled in the dead of winter, a peaceful silence unlike any other. everyone was at home, not wanting to be out in the negative-degree weather, bundled up and watching their televisions. you wished you could say the same for yourself, though.

you sighed, shrugging on your coat (and the thick wool scarf that accompanied it) as you trudged through the snow, a light dusting of snowflakes dancing lazily around you. the city's snowstorms were always pretty mild, but this one was something special. special or not, though, it wouldn't stop you from getting to your destination; the ice rink.

it was almost like a blessing from heaven when you entered the rink, feeling its chill wash over you. the smell of fresh pine from the trees that lined the building, the sounds of skating blades clicking against ice; it was perfect. when you finally reached the building, you couldn’t help but sigh in relief and take in your surroundings. it was very late in the day (too late in fact), so the whole building was relatively empty apart from some staff who hadn't gone home yet, sitting at the counter and talking amongst themselves.

you greeted them before making your way to the rink, sitting down on one of the bleachers to put on your skates. after pulling on your laces, you hopped onto the ice, moving slowly to get accustomed to the surface. the music playing through the speakers was soothing, reminding you of how close it was to christmas, as if the shining red and green lights outside weren't enough.

but your mind wandered off as you picked up your pace, skating around the perimeter of the rink. you could feel your muscles relaxing as your anxiety began to slip away; the rink would help soothe you, helping to relieve some of your stress. you made sure to keep an eye on how much pressure you applied while doing the turns, keeping an even tempo and a steady beat. skating was always calming.

it kept you grounded, gave you a reason to keep pushing forward.

as you did another lap around the quaint rink, you noticed another figure emerging; a guy, who seemed surprised that you were there. he stopped short of stepping onto the ice, watching you carefully. his expression wasn't hostile, but rather...confused.

you furrowed your eyebrows slightly, glancing back at him curiously.

"um... hi?" you said slowly.

he glanced away, an awkward smile across his lips. "hi."

it looked like there was more to his statement than just "hi". there seemed to be something he wanted to add to it, like he was trying to find the right words to say. you waited patiently, unsure of what he was thinking about. the silence went on for a few seconds before he took in a breath and spoke again. “how long have you been here?”

you blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. “um, I came in here earlier.”

“oh,” he replied quietly, looking down at his feet. “hope i'm not interrupting your skating, then."

your face broke into a soft grin, your brows lifting slightly as amusement flashed across your features. "not at all," you explained. "did you wanna... skate together?"

his eyes snapped back up, staring intently at you. for a second, you swore you saw a bit of color bloom onto his cheeks. then the faintest hint of a smile graced his features.

“sure," he agreed quickly. he didn't hesitate to take off the coat and scarf he was wearing, laying them over the back of the seat beside him. “oh, and i'm sunghoon, by the way."

"y/n. how come I've never seen you before?"

you questioned, turning to properly look at him now that he was right next to you. his hair seemed silky under the dim lighting of the rink.

his eyes crinkled in a soft smile as he answered your question, the corners of them wrinkling. "i usually come earlier, not at 11 at night."

the ice beneath your feet creaked softly, a pleasant noise that filled the air.

"makes sense," you replied quietly. "it's cool to see someone else here, though."

he smiled, nodding in agreement. you two skated in silence for a while, enjoying the quiet and each other's company. when you got tired, you slowed down a bit, sunghoon skating up beside you. his pace gradually matched yours, and soon the two of you were moving together gracefully.

you felt relaxed around him, which was rare since you tended to avoid interacting with strangers unless absolutely necessary. you also appreciated his presence, despite being a stranger.

"so uh..." he started, voice hesitant. "...what brings you to the ice rink, anyway?"

"i love skating," you responded easily. "always have, i guess."

sunghoon chuckled softly. you glanced over, confused by his reaction.

"you're really good at it too. the way you move... it looks natural," he said.

your cheeks felt warm, and you turned your gaze downwards bashfully, mumbling a response to his compliment. "thanks."

sunghoon nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer. he moved his gaze towards the floor, continuing to watch his skates glide along the smooth ice. you mirrored his movements, admiring the sleek lines and smooth surfaces of the rink.

"can i... can i have your number?" you questioned, hoping that it wasn't too soon to ask.

your heart fluttered in anticipation, hoping he'd agree.

after a moment, he shook his head with a small laugh. he pulled out his phone and handed it over to you. you accepted it gratefully, typing your number into a new contact slide before sending him a text message. you returned the phone, watching as a slight flush crept across his skin, again. it was endearing, seeing him so flustered.

"thanks, um, i have to get going," he said, smiling nervously.

he began to skate back towards the exit, but paused once again, facing you.

"are you coming tomorrow?" he asked. "just asking.”

you smiled, quite cheesily. “i am, same time.”

“cool,” he replied with a tiny smirk. “later, then.”

with that, he left the rink, leaving you to watch him go until he disappeared into the darkness. you exhaled loudly, a content smile gracing your features.

you knew sunghoon was cute, but you definitely hoped that he would come tomorrow. you weren't sure why you were so eager to see someone you barely knew, but you decided that that excitement would be a one time thing.

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had to write one for hoon ofc

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I was thinking maybe a dark niki one? Not too much, js maybe a sensitive one? Like one with self harm? One where he accidentally sees your scars and finds out you had an abusive past? Ik it's too dark so maybe but a tw?

wounded | a ni-ki short fic

word count: 900+

warnings: MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING. SH IS MENTIONED FREQUENTLY AND AB*SE IS HINTED AT

spelling errors bc i honestly cannot spell

pairing: niki x gn! reader

a/n: i don’t usually write angst so if this sucks i’m so sorry 😭 tyy for requesting <3

“this is rigged.”

you laughed, maybe harder than you should’ve. who would’ve thought that niki, master of games, would be sitting across from you, arms crossed at the fact that you beat him in mario cart.

“or maybe i just improved?” you said, grinning.

niki scowled, crossing his arms tighter against his chest to make it worse. he didn’t look mad though, only frustrated. you had won every single game since the very beginning of you guys’ playing— and you knew how much niki hated losing.

“fine, it was your lucky day then,” he muttered, getting up from his position on the sofa.

your laugh only got louder as you saw him exit the room, muttering about being ‘done with games for the evening’ while grumbling under his breath about how he lost. god, he was so dramatic, you thought fondly before following him. you found him in his room, laying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“what do you want now? i thought we were done with games today.” he said without looking at you.

you shrugged, plopping yourself down onto the mattress next to him. your eyes met his for a second before you let them slide shut.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.”

you felt him shift in response, turning to face you better. “why wouldn’t i be?”

“because you lost?”

he groaned. “okay, but did i really lose?”

“yes, niki. what?”

“i have more wins altogether, so i don’t care. still the champion,” he said, smiling by now.

you examined the way his eyes lit up when he smiled, and the slight curve at the corners. he had nice lips, actually, you mused absentmindedly before shoving that train of thought away. no matter how often you tried not to think about it, there was something different about him that made you feel weird and warm whenever you saw him smile like that.

either way, you rolled your eyes. “if that helps you sleep at night, then sure.”

“whatever, y/n. let’s do something we’re both good at.”

“like?”

“dancing,” he beamed.

you shuttered at the thought. you weren’t exactly the biggest fan of dancing, which could be explained by a lack of proper coordination when it came to actual moving.

“no-“

“i’m just kidding,” he said. “let’s just watch a movie together.”

the two of you had plenty of movies in your shared collection of DVDs. you never minded watching them all over again, and you were pretty sure the feeling was mutual. despite your initial hesitancy, you had quickly grown accustomed to spending time together, and the two of you ended up binge watching the same films every once in awhile.

honestly, you enjoyed his company more than you ever imagined you would. sometimes he was sarcastic and snide, sometimes he was serious and thoughtful (you liked to think that they were genuine thoughts). most of the time though, he was just fun to be around, and you cherished those moments as if they were precious jewels.

that’s exactly why it felt like the world came crashing down when you saw him staring at you with the utmost fright.

“niki..? what..”

your words stopped in their tracks when you realized where he was looking, making your eyes widen with shock.

“y/n…h-how did-“

“i had cats growing up, and, i don’t know, sometimes they just scratched me.”

you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t going to take such a horrible lie.

“you and jungwon were just talking about how both of you are allergic to cats,” he said slowly.

“yeah, but-“

“y/n, don’t lie,” he said, looking straight at you with an expression of concern. “if they really are from… cats, then i’m sorry, and i won’t ever bring it up again. but they aren’t, are they?”

he waited expectantly for an answer, and the longer you stayed silent, the more nervous he looked. you couldn’t stand seeing that expression directed towards you, so you forced yourself to say the one thing that might possibly make time go faster.

“they… aren’t.”

niki’s expression somehow fell sadder than it already was, and you could feel tears pricking at your eyes. you were trying your hardest to hold them back, because you didn’t want to make him worry even more. but it proved useless, as your lower lip began quivering and you felt the tears running down your cheeks.

“oh god, y/n,” he said immediately, sitting up fully and pulling you close to him as you broke down.

his hands moved from your shoulders to cradle the back of your head, stroking through your hair gently until finally you quieted. you sniffled softly into his sweater, still keeping your eyes closed tight. the last thing you needed was to see his reaction right now. you knew exactly how that would end.

“i’m s—”

“stop that,” niki cut him off sharply, voice sounding harsh for the first time that day. “there’s no reason to be sorry, y/n. i’m sorry for bringing it up.”

you pulled away, running your sleeve over your face to wipe the excess tears. you sniffled one last time before opening your eyes.

“they’re from… a long time ago. a lot was going on.”

niki smiled a smile, yet authentic smile. “you don’t have to give me an explanation, really.”

“i-i know, and i don’t think i can talk about all of it, but i at least want you to know why.”

“only if you want to, y/n.”

you sighed. “i… don’t have a real answer to why. i don’t really remember why i did it anymore. just… i was going through absolute hell with some people that i knew, and… yeah. i don’t know what else to say.”

“that’s fine. don’t force yourself to remember, you’ve said enough.”

you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “thanks, niki.”

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hmmmm 😕

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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cannot believe the first niki post already has more than 100 notes bro 😭😭

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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-requests!-

hellllo tumblr. i’m currently taking requests because ideas are hard to come up with 😋😋. so yeahhh, if you have something in mind, don’t hesitate to request lmao

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um so this is kinda more a request? im new out here and while I do plan on posting fanfics, I started by posting one of my original stories. I wonder if you could check it out? Also, I read so many of your stuff today and IM OBSESSEDDDDD 😭😭

keep goinggggg <33

i really liked ur original work! very well written and entertaining. and thank youuu <<33

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dance the night away | a ni-ki short fic

back again with ANOTHER niki drabble 🙁… anyways

word count: 800+

warnings: i probably spelled somethings wrong :\ lmk

ni-ki x gn! reader

yayayaya

"that was amazing."

"that was terrible."

it'd been hours, no, maybe days since the two of you had taken a break from learning this choreography, and everything was hurting, at this point. the dance studio was empty save for the two of you, standing there in the middle of the room like idiots.

"it's never been this hard before," you whined, trying to go over the moves in your head.

it was getting more and more difficult; for what reason? no one knew. you'd already forgotten the name of this part of the choreography, and your feet hurt just thinking about having to learn it again.

niki sighed, running his hands through his hair. "it's alright." he reassured you. "it'll get easier with practice."

you threw yourself in the nearest corner of the room, sitting where the floor met the wall with your legs sprawled out across the floor. it was all you could do not to slump over into a heap on the spot like a puddle of mud and melt right into the floor, which, honestly, didn't sound like a horrible idea. he mirrored your actions, sliding down the wall until you were both sitting like awkwardly posed store mannequins.

niki rested his chin on your shoulder, looking up at you as he did so. "are you tired?"

"is that a question?"

he laughed a bit. "maybe i should throw in a reminder that you picked this choreo."

another overexaggerated sigh echoed through the room before you pulled the drawstrings of your hoodie, pulling it around you more securely than before. even though he was right, you didn't need to be reminded that you had something to do with choosing this awfully horrendous dance. you'd chosen this dance because it looked easy, at first; plus, it reminded you of some dance moves on tv you'd seen when you were younger. but now...now it felt more like torture.

"oh well, guess i don't need my joints anyways," you said, getting up from the cold, hardwood floor.

"see? that's the spirit!"

niki cheered, standing up too. his smile was so wide that you thought it might eventually get stuck like that or something. he looked ridiculous, but you wouldn't have minded if you never saw his grin fade ever again in your life.

with the press of a button, music echoed through the speakers, loud enough to cause ripples through the air, and you started moving toward the center of the room where the steps would start. you could feel niki's eyes on your back as you spun on one foot after the other, your arms stretching up over your head as you tried to move through the complicated pattern. you stopped once you realized niki hadn't moved, turning back around, watching him with raised eyebrows.

"uh, why didn't you join me?"

he blinked, smirking to himself. "i don't know how to dance."

"cut the crap, nishimura."

"wow, pretty big word for you."

you narrowed your eyes. "this isn't funny anymore."

"it wasn't a joke, it was an observation."

he started the music again, and this time, everything around you disappeared. every beat of the music was accompanied by another movement of yours, your body twisting and turning as you took in every new detail of each step you made. you forgot about the ache in your legs and the soreness of your joints and all that nonsense, you only wanted to move in rhythm, like the music itself.

you moved through each step with almost perfect precision as if guided by some divine force. you'd probably imagined it, but you could've sworn you heard the music whisper its way through your limbs; it sounded like it was alive, pulsing in harmony with your own heart beating loudly within your chest.

you danced like a hurricane, a tempest of adrenaline and passion, and niki didn't dare stop you.

the music cut off seconds later and heaving breaths filled the space around you. your chest heaved, too, trying to catch your breath as you looked up at niki, who gave you an encouraging eyebrow bounce. his lips were curved into a genuine grin, and you returned it, still panting as you sat down on a nearby stool.

"right, so... what was that?" he asked, walking over to you.

"was it good?"

he hummed. "better than good. here, i recorded."

you watched as your dance moves glided through the room on the screen of his phone, and a sense of pride settled in your gut, along with absolute disbelief.

"that was not me."

"did you get possessed?" he joked.

you smiled, almost as widely as he did, the corners of your mouth lifting up. your face was wet with sweat, your nose was stuffy, and your cheeks ached; but nothing else hurt, not even your feet. niki reached up to take a towel, offering it to you so that you could wipe the sweat off your face. you accepted it, and used it to clean the rest of your skin off while niki leaned against the mirror beside you.

"that was amazing, huh?" you said after taking a second to catch your breath.

his smiled turned into a sly smirk. “well, i didn’t say it was amazing, but-“

“alright, i’m leaving.”

putting more effort in this than in my essay 😋

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