pov: “i’m not the same ni-ki anymore.” ni-ki said it so casually and coldly. as if those words meant nothing. but somehow they stayed in your head long after he walked away. because he was right. he wasn’t the same anymore. the ni-ki you used to know would have smiled awkwardly whenever you talked to him and would have followed you around like a lost puppy despite your friends constantly teasing him. that ni-ki was gone. the boy standing in front of you now was completely different. popular and untouchable. everywhere he went, people noticed him and girls liked him. everyone seemed to want his attention. everyone except you. because somehow—you were the only person he ignored. and honestly? you deserved it. you knew that. years ago, when ni-ki liked you, people made fun of him constantly. your friends especially. they’d laugh whenever he was nearby and act like his feelings were ridiculous. and while you never joined them—you never defended him either. you stayed silent. and silence sometimes hurt just as much. back then, you told yourself it wasn’t your responsibility. that it wasn’t your problem. except now, looking back—you hated yourself for it. because ni-ki had looked at you back then like you were someone worth fighting for. and you hadn’t even been brave enough to tell people to stop. that regret followed you everywhere. which was why you kept trying. trying to apologize and trying to talk. except ni-ki never gave you the chance. every time you approached him, he’d leave first. every time you greeted him, he’d nod politely and continue walking. every time you tried bringing up the past, he’d change the subject immediately. he treated you exactly the same way he treated everyone else. nothing more. nothing less. as if he had completely moved on. as if you’d never mattered. and maybe that was what hurt. because somewhere along the way—you’d started wishing things were different. unfortunately, life had a funny way of making people understand their mistakes too late. because suddenly—you understood exactly how ni-ki used to feel. girls started picking on you. small comments anf small laughs. small reminders that you didn’t belong. mostly because people knew you used to reject ni-ki. and now the situation had completely reversed. “you think he’d ever look at her?” “please.” “she wishes.” “ni-ki could do way better.” they never said it loudly. never directly, but you heard. and every time you did—it stung. because for the first time, you understood what it felt like to become the joke. you tried ignoring it. until one afternoon, the day everything finally exploded. classes had just ended. students filled the hallway and everyone talking. you were putting books into your bag when someone suddenly bumped into you hard. before you could react—cold liquid splashed everywhere. your breath caught. it's juice all over your uniform. all over your white shirt. your stomach immediately dropped. because it wasn’t just stained. it was soaked. and because the fabric was light—it became slightly see-through. laughter immediately echoed nearby. most of them giggled amd whispered. someone pulled out a phone. humiliation hit you all at once. your hands immediately tried covering yourself. your vision blurred. not because of the juice, but because tears were threatening. you hated this. hated how helpless you felt. then suddenly—the laughter stopped completely. the hallway grew strangely quiet. you looked up and immediately froze. ni-ki. he stood there, expression unreadable. except his eyes. his eyes looked angry. very angry. the people nearby immediately looked away. because apparently nobody wanted to be on the receiving end of whatever expression ni-ki was currently wearing. without saying a word, he removed his jacket, then his oversized shirt, leaving only the black shirt underneath before walking directly toward you. everyone watched. you included. ni-ki gently draped the oversized shirt over your shoulders. (comsec++) #enhypenpov #enhypen #ni_ki #nikienhypen #fyp - @jayaein_