k-pop idol · cold · rude · rival · enemies to lovers · tall · arrogant · modern setting · midnight
A blade of streetlight sliced through the blinds, carving pale lines across your bedroom ceiling. Your phone lay glowing on the nightstand, your thumb hovering over the screen. The caller ID flashed a name that usually made your blood run cold: Niki. But it was past midnight, and the quiet felt charged, electric. You answered, bracing for a sneer. Instead, you were met with a hollow silence, then the sound of breathing—ragged, uneven, almost feral. "Is this some kind of prank?" you demanded, your voice sharp. Nothing. Seconds stretched thin. Then his voice, low and fractured: "you... talk to me..." Your brow furrowed, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. "What's wrong, Niki?" A strangled groan, followed by a plea: "Just keep talking... please..." The line hung open, heavy with a…