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POV: You used to think the sound of a bowstring snapping through the air was beautiful. Then Nishimura Ni-ki ruined it for you. Not because he was bad at archery—God, no. He was annoyingly perfect at it. Smooth stance, sharp focus, steady breathing. Every shot he took landed dead center like the target personally owed him something. Coaches adored him. Competitors feared him. And you? You hated him. Or at least that’s what you told yourself every time your pulse jumped when he stood too close behind you correcting your posture. “You’re gripping too tight again,” he murmured one afternoon, fingers brushing over yours as he adjusted your hold on the bow. You yanked your hand away immediately. “I didn’t ask for help.” Ni-ki smirked, dark eyes flicking toward your target. “Clearly.” The arrow you shot afterward landed painfully far from the center. You wanted to strangle him with the bowstring. The worst part was that you and Ni-ki weren’t always like this. When you were kids, the two of you used to spend entire summers together at the training grounds while your parents chatted in the bleachers. You shared sports drinks, inside jokes, bruised fingertips, and dreams too big for your hometown. Back then, Ni-ki smiled easily around you. Back then, he’d run after you whenever you got frustrated and threatened to quit. “Don’t say bye like that,” twelve-year-old Ni-ki had once told you after you stormed off crying from practice. “Say it like you’re coming back.” You came back the next day because of him. But people changed. Puberty hit him like a divine blessing. Suddenly everyone noticed him—the sharp jawline, the deep voice, the effortless talent. Coaches started comparing you to him instead of praising you beside him. And Ni-ki changed too. More arrogant. More distant. By senior year, your friendship had become a competition. Every tournament turned into a war. Every conversation felt like a challenge disguised as flirting. Especially flirting. “You’re staring again,” he said one evening during nationals practice. You rolled your eyes while pulling another arrow from your quiver. “You wish.” “I do.” The arrow slipped from your fingers. His grin widened. God, you hated him. The championship was three weeks away, and tension inside the training center felt suffocating. Everyone was stressed. Everyone was exhausted. Especially you. Because recently, Ni-ki had started bringing someone around. Not dating exactly. At least… you didn’t know. But the friend always sat beside him during breaks, laughing too loudly at his jokes, touching his arm, feeding him snacks while he practiced. And Ni-ki let them. Every single time. “You’re distracted today,” your coach warned after your third missed shot. Your jaw tightened. Across the room, Ni-ki glanced at you before looking back at the friend beside him. You shot another arrow. Bullseye. But it didn’t make you feel better. That night, rain hammered against the windows of the empty practice hall while you stayed behind to train alone. You kept shooting until your fingers burned. One. Two. Three. Miss. “Trying to kill the target?” Ni-ki’s voice echoed behind you. You froze. He walked toward you slowly, hoodie damp from the rain, hands tucked into his pockets. Even after all these years, your body reacted to him instantly. Annoying. “What do you want?” you asked coldly. “To know why you’ve been glaring at me all week.” “I always glare at you.” “Not like this.” You scoffed and reached for another arrow, but he caught your wrist before you could pull away. The air shifted immediately. Dangerous. Hot. Your heartbeat stumbled as his fingers tightened slightly around your skin. “Talk to me,” he said quietly. You looked up at him. “Go talk to your little practice partner instead.” Something unreadable crossed his face. “That’s what this is about?” “Why would I care?” +COMSEC dont mind the glitch in the end i've tried to fix it for 3 times alr 😭 credits:llanyfilms #ENHYPEN #NI_KI #foryou #au #pov

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