pov: “i miss you,” ni-ki whispered on the other line. you didn’t know what to say. you two had broken up a month ago to focus on each other’s careers, yet here he was, drunk and calling you in the middle of the night. “ni-ki, you should put the phone down and—” “no, please. just listen for a minute.” you closed your eyes, gripping your phone a little tighter. “i miss you so bad,” he continued, his voice unsteady. “every day. every night. i keep thinking i’ll get used to not having you around, but i don’t.” you swallowed. “you’re drunk.” “i know.” he let out a small, humorless laugh. “but i’m not lying.” you heard someone in the background asking if he was okay. ni-ki must have moved somewhere quieter because the noise soon disappeared. “i still reach for my phone whenever something happens,” he said. “when i have a good day, i want to tell you. when i’m tired, i want to hear your voice. sometimes i even open our old conversations just to remember what it felt like when we were okay.” a tear slipped down your cheek. you missed him too. you missed his random updates, his sleepy calls, and the way he’d tell you about the smallest things as if they were the most important stories in the world. “i miss you too, riki,” you finally whispered. there was silence on the other end. “you do?” “of course i do.” you wiped your cheek. “do you think it was easy for me? i agreed to this because i thought it was what we needed. i didn’t stop loving you just because we broke up.” he breathed out shakily. “then can we try again?” he asked. “please. just give me another chance. i’ll figure things out. i’ll make time. i don’t want to keep pretending i’m okay without you.” you wanted to say yes. more than anything, you wanted to tell him to come over and hold you until neither of you had to miss the other anymore. but you knew this wasn’t the right moment. “ni-ki, you’re drunk,” you said gently. “let’s talk about this when you’re sober.” “but—” “i mean it. i want to hear what you have to say, but not like this. i want you to remember this conversation tomorrow and still mean every word.” he went quiet before answering. “okay.” “get some rest, riki. and drink some water, please.” “will you talk to me tomorrow?” you glanced at the clock, then at the old photo of the two of you still sitting on your bedside table. “yes,” you whispered. “tomorrow.” the next morning, you woke up to a message. ”good morning. i’m sorry for calling you drunk last night. but i remember everything i said. i still miss you, and i still want us. can we talk?” you stared at it for a while before replying. ”come over after your schedule.” that afternoon, when ni-ki stood outside your door, he looked nervous in a way you hadn’t seen before. he wasn’t carrying flowers or some grand apology. just himself, sober and ready to talk. “i meant everything,” he said as soon as you let him in. “i don’t want to ask you to give up your career, and i won’t give up mine. i just want us to stop treating love like it’s something we have to sacrifice to succeed.” you looked at him, eyes already watering. “i don’t want us to go back to how things were,” you said. “i want us to do better.” he nodded. “then let’s do better. together?” you took a step closer and held his hand. “together.” ni-ki pulled you into his arms, holding you carefully, like he was still making sure you wanted him there. “missed you,” he murmured against your hair. you smiled into his chest. “you already said that.” “i have a whole month to make up for.” #enhypen #enhypenpov #ni_ki #nikienhypen #fyp - @jayaein_