POV: “Ni-ki… please.” The words caught on your tongue. He leaned back in his chair, eyes trailing over you slowly, a faint, unreadable smile on his lips. “Alright,” he said at last. “But why?” That was when it all began. Your mind slipped back — one year ago, a summer afternoon bathed in sunlight. You’d had another argument with your cousin. She laughed, that same arrogant little laugh, and said in her mocking tone: “You? In love? Oh, come on, Y/n. You’ll never have a boyfriend. You’re way too picky.” “Wanna bet?” “Sure. If you’re still single next summer when I visit again… you’ll be my slave.” You’d snapped. “Fine. But if I do have a boyfriend, you’ll be my slave.” The summer sun had dipped below the horizon on that moment — sealing the deal. Time passed. Life went on. You forgot the bet. At least, until the message arrived yesterday. Hey princess, still waiting to meet your boyfriend. Or did you already lose the bet? Your heart dropped straight to your stomach. You just stared at the screen — once, twice — your pulse pounding, hands slick with sweat. You’d forgotten that stupid bet. But with one simple text, it all came crashing back. You sat on the edge of your bed, fingers tangled together. What were you supposed to do? What could you even say? “Maybe I should lie?” “No, she’ll find out.” “Then… I’ll just find someone.” And from somewhere deep in your mind, a name surfaced. Ni-ki. The boy who’d been there since forever — the neighbor kid who’d grown up beside you, shared breakfasts, secrets, and countless lazy summer afternoons. The boy who’d driven you insane but never once broken your heart. It was stupid, desperate — but it was all you had. You pulled on the first cardigan you saw and left. The hallway smelled faintly of detergent and vanilla. When you rang the doorbell, his mother opened the door with her usual warm smile. “Y/n! It’s been ages, sweetheart. How are you?” “I’m good, auntie. Um… is Ni-ki home?” “Of course, dear. Probably gaming again. Go on in, you know the way.” You stepped inside, surrounded by that familiar warmth. Every corner of that home felt like a memory. You stopped outside his door — the familiar clicking of a keyboard coming from inside. You knocked, but he didn’t hear. Peeking in, you saw him — completely focused, his face lit by the glow of the screen, hair falling over his eyes. You sat down quietly on his bed. Minutes passed. Five. Maybe ten. Finally, the game sounds faded, and he spun his chair around. He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Skipping classes again, or do you have a new plan today?” You bit your lip, said nothing. “Y/n?” he said softly. “You okay?” Your heart was racing. “I need to tell you something.” He tilted his head. “I’m listening.” You stared at the sheets, fingers clutching the fabric. “I made a promise. Or more like… a bet.” His eyebrows arched. “That usually ends badly.” “Yeah.” Your voice dropped. “This one will too.” Silence. He just watched you — patient, waiting. Finally, the words slipped out: “Last summer, I bet my cousin I’d have a boyfriend by the time she came back. She said I never would. So I said I would.” A grin spread across his face. “Classic Y/n pride.” “Don’t tease me.” “I’m not,” he said, still smiling as he walked over and sat beside you. “So what happened now?” “She’s coming tomorrow.” “The cousin?” You nodded. “And if she finds out I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m doomed. I’ll have to be her slave.” He chuckled. “So… you came to me?” “No. I mean— yes. I mean— I don’t know!” You threw your hands up, exasperated. “It’s stupid, I know.” He crossed his arms, smirking. “Alright. Suppose I agree. What’s in it for me?” You groaned. “Seriously, Ni-ki?!” He laughed. “Seriously.” You swatted his arm. “Fine. What do you want? A new console? Just say it.” “No,” he said simply, locking eyes with you. “I’ll think about it.” You sighed, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. “So… you’re agreeing?” (Comsec++) #enhypenpov #fypviral #fyp #niki #enhypen - @supernovaaaa_a