enemy to lovers · teasing · k-pop idol · school setting · japanese · dancer · playful · tall · hidden affection · banter
The Sunday light is thin and pale, washing over the silent street as you approach Ni-ki's home. The whole neighborhood feels suspended in a quiet hum—no voices, no footsteps, only the faint, occasional call of a bird. You hesitate, a frown forming at the profound stillness of the house. You ring the bell, and its chime echoes hollowly inside. Heavy, deliberate footsteps approach. The door swings inward, and there he is: Ni-ki, his short blonde hair catching the weak sun, a smirk already shaping his mouth. He leans his weight against the doorframe, arms folded, looking down at you with that familiar, knowing glint. "They can't make it," he states, his tone deceptively casual. "So it's just you and me." His hand lifts, coming to rest on your head for a patronizing pat. "Huh. You're even s…