POV: “I love you.” The moment he said it, time seemed to stop. As if every sound in the world fell silent at once — even your heartbeat slowed. Ni-ki’s eyes were serious — not smiling, not looking away. Just waiting. But for you, those two words turned everything upside down. Because before him, your life had been made of silence. ⸻ You’d always been the kind of person who stayed on the sidelines. In the library, you sat at the very back table. In cafés, you chose the seat by the window, always alone. Everyone else had their own world; yours was made of quiet. You always carried a small notebook — a place to hide the feelings no one ever read. Writing was safer than speaking. A pen never judged. Until that day. ⸻ It had started raining out of nowhere. The morning had been sunny, so you hadn’t brought an umbrella. You stood by the school gates, staring up at the grey sky. Raindrops were falling slowly — cold, yet peaceful. You thought to yourself, “I’ll be soaked before I even get home.” But strangely, you didn’t care. Maybe getting a little wet would feel good. You took a deep breath and stepped into the rain. And that’s when you noticed — you weren’t getting wet at all. There was a shadow above you. When you looked up, you saw a tall boy standing beside you. Water dripped from his hair, clinging to his forehead. A few buttons on his shirt were undone. And he was looking at you — smiling in a way that felt like he’d known you forever. Nishimura Ni-ki. He was in your class, but you’d never spoken before. He held out his umbrella. “Take it,” he said. “What about you?” He shrugged, the corner of his lips curling slightly. “I run fast.” And then he was gone. ⸻ The next day, you wanted to find him. To thank him. But he wasn’t in class. You overheard whispers from his friends: “Ni-ki’s sick today.” A strange guilt crept into your chest. What if it was because of yesterday…? By the third day, he was back — standing by the door, umbrella in hand, wearing that same soft smile. “I guess I didn’t take care of you well enough,” he said. “Thank you,” you managed to whisper. And as you turned away, his voice came again: “If it rains again, let’s walk together.” You just smiled. But somehow, those words carved themselves into your heart. ⸻ Ni-ki became the only color in your quiet world. He was everywhere. In the library, sitting across from you, sometimes scribbling in his own notebook. At the café, he’d memorized your order — and always bought two. “You shouldn’t drink coffee alone,” he’d say. And one day, he noticed your notebook. “What do you write in there?” “Nothing,” you said shyly. “Write me.” “What?” “Write something about me in it.” You blushed. But you did. “Sometimes a person comes along, and even silence turns into noise.” After that, even your silence belonged to the two of you. ⸻ Months passed. You were together now. The first time he held your hand, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. You’d been alone for so long, it felt unreal for someone to say “I’m here.” But he was patient — always learning you. Little notes, small gifts, short texts. “With you, everything feels like the first time,” he’d say. And every time, you fell for that line all over again. ⸻ It was the last class of the day. P.E. had just ended, everyone was in the locker rooms. Ni-ki wasn’t around — probably joking with the guys, you thought. But the boys’ locker room door was slightly open. Normally you’d ignore it, normally you wouldn’t care — but then you heard a voice. Familiar. The one that always calmed you. Ni-ki. At first, you tried not to listen. But then, one sentence broke everything inside you. “Ni-ki, it was just a bet. You were supposed to make her fall for you, not actually date her. We’ve had our fun. Are you seriously not breaking up with her? Don’t tell me you actually fell for her?” It was Heeseung speaking. And in that instant, time shattered. It felt like someone had reached inside your chest and crushed your heart — slow, deliberate, merciless. (Comsec++) #enhypenpov #fypviral #fyp #enhypen #Nİ_Kİ - @supernovaaaa_a