@jayaein_: pov: “i love you," ni-ki constantly says even on normal days. he is the only person who loved you for real. he loves everything about you, even your flaws and imperfections—something you never expected because you grew up thinking that no one could ever love you. maybe some would, but eventually, they’d get tired when they truly got to know you. but ni-ki is different. he stayed. he’s the only person who looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the room, even when your hair was a mess, your words stumbled, and your eyes were swollen from crying. he loved you with a kind of gentleness that you once thought only existed in books. it’s funny—because if someone told you years ago that ni-ki, of all people, would be the one to love you this way, you would’ve laughed in disbelief. after all, ni-ki used to be your worst nightmare. flashbac in high school. you still remember how his voice echoed down the hallway, that lazy drawl of mockery as he’d say your name loud enough for everyone to hear. “careful, or you’ll trip again.” he wasn’t cruel in the obvious way. not the kind who pushed or yelled—but in the subtle, cold way that made you want to disappear. he’d smirk when you dropped your books. he had that dangerous kind of charm—the boy everyone liked, except the one person who wished she could vanish whenever he walked by. and that person was you. you hated him. you hated how his teasing always lingered longer than it should. how his eyes sometimes softened, almost like he didn’t mean it—but then he’d look away and smirk again, undoing every hint of warmth. so you built walls. thick, quiet ones. you convinced yourself no one could ever love someone like you—awkward, anxious, and too emotional for your own good. people liked you until they didn’t. until you became too much. then one afternoon changed everything. you’d stayed late after class, working on a project, when you overheard him outside the door—arguing with one of his friends. “why do you even bother teasing her?” his friend asked. “because i don’t know how else to talk to her,” ni-ki muttered. you froze. that night, something shifted. after that, he started acting differently. the teasing softened. the smirks turned into small, careful smiles. he began walking beside you instead of past you, offering help with your books, asking questions about your favorite music, quietly listening instead of mocking. at first, you thought it was another joke. you ignored him, brushed him off, waited for the punchline that never came. but he stayed patient—consistent, almost stubbornly kind. one rainy day, you forgot your umbrella. everyone else had already left, and you were ready to walk home soaked when a familiar voice called your name. ni-ki stood there, holding his umbrella toward you. “you’ll get sick if you walk alone.” you hesitated, but when he smiled. genuinely this time—you took a step closer. that was the first time you walked home together. and from that day on, it became a habit. now, years later, your love for each other has grown. some still couldn't believe it, and most said they knew from the very start that you two would end up together. you couldn't help but feel happy remembering those days. those awkward hallway glances, the shy smiles, the rainy walks home—it all feels like a lifetime ago. you can still picture the younger versions of yourselves: you, timid and unsure, and ni-ki, quietly fighting his own way out of being that boy who didn’t know how to express his feelings. it’s almost funny now, how everything that used to make your heart ache has become something that makes it flutter instead. the memories no longer sting—they’ve softened, like old photos with frayed edges. they remind you how far you’ve both come. you glance around the present—the cozy apartment you now share, the sound of faint music playing from the speaker, and the smell of garlic and butter drifting from the kitchen. (comsec++) #enhypenpov #enhypen #ni_ki #nikienhypen #fyp

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