pov: your boyfriend ni-ki is far from what others think. in the eyes of many, and for the people who don’t truly know the real him, they think that ni-ki is a nonchalant guy who only cares about himself. the type of guy who’s anti-romantic and detached, the kind who never lets anyone get too close. that's why all of your friends always make fun of you, saying things like, "does your boyfriend truly love you?" it was all nonsense, and you never took their words seriously. because you— you know better. behind closed doors, ni-ki is anything but cold. he’s the boy who stays up just to make sure you got home safely, the one who memorizes the little things you say even when you think he’s not listening. he’s the boy who brews your favorite coffee whenever you’re stressed, who pulls you into his arms without saying a word because he knows you need silence more than comfort. he’s the guy who pretends not to care in front of others, yet stares at you the moment you look away—softly, like you’re something fragile he’s afraid to lose. people only see his teasing smirks and playful sarcasm. they don’t see how his fingers tremble when he holds your hand for the first time. they don’t hear the way he whispers “drive safely” like a quiet prayer. they don’t notice how his eyes follow you in a room full of people, as if you’re the only person worth looking at. they don’t know that the moment he hears someone joking about your relationship, his jaw tightens—not because he’s angry, but because he’s scared. scared that you might start believing them. scared that you might doubt him. because ni-ki, for all his confidence, is terrified of losing the one thing he never expected to have: you. to him, loving you isn’t loud—it’s not fireworks or grand gestures. it’s the way he remembers to charge your phone when you fall asleep. the way he sends you pictures of things that remind him of you. the way he shows up every time, even if no one else notices. and if his friends knew… if everyone who teased you knew… they’d realize ni-ki isn’t anti-romantic at all. he’s just in love—quietly, deeply, hopelessly—with you. one night, your friends invited you to a party—loud music, cheap lights, and a guarantee that someone would end up drunk before midnight. you told ni-ki about it while tying your hair, expecting… something. maybe a soft frown. maybe a “do you really have to go?” maybe a “i’ll pick you up later.” instead, he just nodded once and said, “drink responsibly, okay?” that was it. no jealousy. no worry. no clinginess. you forced a smile, but there was a tiny sting in your chest, an ache you didn’t want to admit. you wanted him to stop you—just a little. not in a controlling way, just… enough to show he cared. but you pushed the feeling aside and left. the party was exactly what you expected—crowded and loud. the music thumped through the floorboards, and you let the alcohol warm your throat, hoping it would drown your annoyance, your disappointment. but it didn’t. because your friends noticed. “ni-ki is okay with you drinking like that?” one of them teased, nudging your shoulder. another chimed in, “wow, he must really not care.” their laughter stung more than it should’ve. it got under your skin, making you overthink every little moment between you and ni-ki. maybe they were right. maybe he really didn’t care. you swallowed hard, pushing past the burn in your throat and the ache in your chest. you didn’t want to cry, not here, not in front of them. you slipped away from the crowd, leaning on the terrace railing, breathing in the night air to steady yourself. that’s when one of your friends approached you, eyes wide. “uh… hate to break your dramatic moment, but ni-ki is outside.” you blinked. “what?” “he’s literally leaning against his car. i think he’s waiting for you.” your heart jumped before you could stop it. you hated that—hated how even when you were mad, he still had that effect on you. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #nishimurariki #enhypenniki #fyp - @jayaein_