⋆｡°✩ Your Idol Wants To See You Again

⋆｡°✩ your idol wants to see you again

I-800-LOVE-YOU | nishimura riki x male!reader

pairing: niki x male!reader

genre: fluff!

word count: 2.3k

notes: nothing much! hope you enjoy these povs that really frame 'your' character's feelings towards ni-ki hehe

Why does it seem so unreal talking to him? Is it really worth the risk?

Your best friend burst into your bedroom, her infectious grin lighting up the space as she flopped down onto your soft bed without a hint of hesitation.

“Any scoop on the troupe? And by that I mean the dance troupe. And by that I mean the dancer. And by that I mean Ni-ki. And by that I mean—”

“Yah! You can’t just enter a man’s bedroom!” You exclaimed, flinching at her sudden leap across the room.

“A man?!” she shot back playfully, her eyes sparkling. “You’re not just any man, you’re THE man!”

With an exaggerated roll of your eyes, you settled back onto your warm mattress, attempting to tame your disheveled hair, which had been ruffled by her enthusiastic entrance.

“And why is that?” you challenged, trying to keep your composure. “I could do anything to you.”

“Well, don’t do it to me!” she laughed, shoving you playfully. “Do it to Ni-ki!” She squealed as she grabbed pillows, playfully smothering your face with them.

“Hey, hey!” you protested, struggling to push her away. “You heard me through the walls, didn’t you?!”

“What? Am I not allowed to listen in on my own house?” She batted her eyelashes innocently. “You’re lucky I’m shipping you two!”

Groaning, you leaned back on the bed. “Listen, I really don’t understand it.” You sighed heavily, the weight of the conversation settling in. “I don’t think it’s that serious.”

She turned her body toward you, her brow arched in disbelief. “You best believe it is.”

“It’s not,” you insisted, shaking your head. “He’s an idol. Plus, he’s too young AND too famous.”

Your best friend let out a melodious chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.

“What?” you retorted, feeling defensive.

“You’re only three years older, okay?” she pointed out, her voice teasing. “And for the popularity problem, I don’t think he cares anyway.”

“He’s an idol,” you replied, looking away, the weight of your words hanging in the air. “He should.”

She moved closer, resting her head on your shoulder, her voice softening. “Just test the waters. I’m sure he’s just looking for someone, and he found you at the right moment.”

Your mind wandered back to the memory of Ni-ki holding your hands tightly, and a flutter of hope stirred within you.

“Hahh... You’re right,” you finally admitted, turning to face your friend. “He did say he wants to be friends. To be closer... more accurately.”

“See?” she grinned, her enthusiasm infectious.

“I think I can try being friends,” you said, a small smile creeping onto your face. “Nothing wrong with having a friend.”

“Exactly!” Your best friend cheered, raising her fists in triumph. “Then eventually you da—”

“Eventually he comes to a decision to stop it because I’ll be a liability to him,” you cut her off, the weight of your insecurities surfacing.

Her expression shifted, and she playfully punched your shoulder. “Don’t be such a spoiler! Rah!”

You rolled your eyes again, contemplating whether your words truly reflected the feelings swirling inside you.

Of course, you wanted a new friend. Of course, you wanted that friend to be eager to be friends with you. Of course, you’d love to spend time with someone charismatic and talented—it just happened to be that he was also a famous idol. But doubt lingered in your heart—did you truly deserve this happiness? Would it last? And what if you ruined his career, his dreams, his life? The thought sent a chill down your spine.

“God, that’s a lot of things in your head. What a mess,” you thought, feeling overwhelmed.

“I can see all the mumbling speech bubbles in the air right now,” your best friend chuckled, inching closer. “It’s not that insane, right? Just be friends with him.”

You looked at her, uncertainty etched on your face. “But what if I—”

“Just see what happens,” she urged, her eyes earnest. “If it isn’t really working, you can be honest.”

Taking a deep breath, you gazed at your hands, closing them tightly as if to gather the courage within you.

“I can do that,” you sighed, feeling a flicker of determination.

Your best friend wrapped you in a warm embrace, her genuine warmth easing the tension in your chest. “And don’t forget about me. I’m here too.”

“Mhm,” you replied softly, grateful for her support.

A good few days had passed, and a whirlwind of events had unfolded.

You started your first class right after the fan meet, brimming with joy as you taught a group of bright and eager students. They were a delight to be around, and the administration took notice, appreciating your efforts and offering various roles that came with incentives. Smiling at the opportunities that lay ahead, you signed up for most of them and dedicated yourself diligently to your work.

Meanwhile, your friendship with Ni-ki blossomed. He couldn’t wait another day and called you daily, sharing snippets of his life. He recounted how he spent his resting hours lounging in his room, playing games with his bandmates, and practicing choreography for their upcoming promotions. The two of you were growing closer, and you often found yourself wondering when you would see each other in person again.

“Well, Ni-ki does,” Jungwon said from the front seat of the van, breaking the silence that had settled after a tiring shoot for SBS Inkigayo.

The gentle rumbling of the engine accompanied the sounds of exhaustion radiating from the other members. Half the boys had already succumbed to fatigue, using pillows, eye covers, or handkerchiefs to shield their eyes from the light.

“Yeah, but—” Heeseung turned around in his seat, raising a brow. “Isn’t it already afternoon? Are there still classes this late in the day?”

“Good point,” Sunoo pouted, contemplating. “Maybe their school is a bit different? It is Seoul, after all.”

Unbothered, Ni-ki bit his lip, lost in thought as he envisioned seeing you again. His heart raced at the prospect. Moving his legs quickly, he could almost picture seeing your golden smile. Yeah, that's what he's calling it.

"Hey, stop that." Jake muttered as he lifted the eye cover from his face.

Ni-ki acted as if he couldn't hear Jake's plea. The older rolled his eyes and forced an arm to stop the younger's leg.

"No! I swear to god-"

"Oh, he's awake!" Jungwon looked over to the back, where Ni-ki and Jake sat together. Seems like Jake had been napping for quite a while.

"Ugh, yeah." Jake fixed bits of his hair to the side, revealing his sleepy set of eyes wondering around the van. "This guy ruined it with his leg yapping. What's up?"

"Is it fine if we drop Ni-ki at Yanghoon State?" Jungwon asked as he held his phone. For reference, you shared the location of your school to Ni-ki. Of course, Ni-ki could only keep that information to himself for a while, before Jake swatted his phone and sent the pinned location to their group chat.

"Oh? Yeah." Jake moved an inch closer towards the other boys. "We'll just have to keep an eye when PD-nim needs us for backup or anything."

Jake looked at Ni-ki with a sharp edged look. "You better be proper. You're missing our bro night for this."

"You're not the leader." Ni-ki grinned.

"Hey! I'm still older!" Jake jabbed Ni-ki's shoulder.

The manager raised his hand in acknowledgment. Ni-ki’s eagerness to see you excited the whole group, even the higher-ups, despite the risks involved.

“Do we still need the rental car?” Ni-ki asked, scratching his head. “Can’t we just use this van?”

Heeseung sighed, chuckling. “Bro, you already made such a big fuss in the company. Just bear with the car.”

Ni-ki swiped his hair to the side in mock frustration, realizing that his plan to impress you with the company van had come to a halt.

“He’ll love you driving a Civic,” Jake teased.

“Hyung, I can’t drive,” Ni-ki replied, exasperated.

“Oof, I feel like you’re getting UN-cooler by the minute.”

“Aish!” Ni-ki shoved Jake away playfully.

“Who’s the girl anyway?” the manager asked, curiosity piqued.

Everyone’s heads turned toward Ni-ki, who suddenly wore a serious expression. “It’s a he, okay?” he stated, emphasizing the words.

Jungwon tapped Ni-ki’s leg, smiling reassuringly. “Hey, it’s cool. He just asked.”

“Oh? Who’s the guy? I’ve only ever heard your bandmates talk about his school,” the manager said innocently, eliciting a glare from Ni-ki.

“A cool teacher he met!” Sunoo chimed in, raising his hand enthusiastically. “Ni-ki just wanted to see where he worked.”

“Must be a close friend,” the manager remarked, his grin widening. “We’re here, by the way.”

Ni-ki beamed at the news while his bandmates quietly cheered him on. As he stepped out of the van, he couldn’t shake the image of your smile from his mind.

God, he’ll be so happy, Ni-ki thought, a wave of anticipation washing over him.

“Caps! Shades! Mask!” the manager commanded, snapping Ni-ki back to reality.

“Oh, right.” Ni-ki quickly grabbed his disguise—shades and a mask—to shield himself from the public eye. After all, he was a famous idol.

Moments later, he waved goodbye to his bandmates, who drove away swiftly with their other manager.

“I’m going to find the car we rented. Should be around here somewhere. I’ve got the keys, so you just stay here,” the manager instructed firmly.

"Got it." Ni-ki nodded. As he watched the manager leave, Ni-ki couldn't stand still at his current position. His feet jerked way too many times as he anxiously waited for the car.

Today, he only planned to get a glimpse of you. But it would be much better if he gets to interact with you ... and see your smile yet again. Ni-ki vould only blush and look down on his feet as he thought of it.

To his surprise, Ni-ki turned his head as he heard the school chimes. It wasn't a big school, but it surely looked prestigious. The design of the school was an older Neoclassical style, with a large bell tower that survived wars since its been built.

Of course, Ni-ki couldn't have ever known these facts if he wasn't intent on listening to every detail you shared with him. During your calls, he can only memorize all the things you've said to him. That's how you've been occupying his mind. Just a total overload of your voice fills his heart with bliss and warmth. Totally whipped as one would say.

In no time, students of all ages began to pour out of the gates—young kids chattering with friends, slightly older students engaged in lively conversations, and older students lounging around, soaking in the afternoon sun.

Ni-ki reminisced the times when he went to school too. Seeing all the kids there reminded him of his young social life, where he would often participate in events and talk to many people, whether they were his own age or not.

This made Ni-ki smile, remembering how fun it was when he wasn't such a busy idol.

But you know who made him smile even bigger? The sight of you, conversing with your co-teachers as you got out of the school doors. You wore a nice set of casual slacks that complemented your figure, and you had a comfy and fuzzy turtleneck that covered your otherwise impressive frame. To him, it looked like you were covered in marshmallows.

As you gazed around the school yard, you waved goodbye to your students. It was fun seeing them so involved in your class, and you couldn't be happier seeing them interact so happily with their other peers. It fulfills you, as you exhibit the life of an educator. Even though you still had so much you can dream, but can't even think of how it'll work out.

As you thread on the concrete path you stepped on, you thought of wanting to eat something from the local convenience store. A packed burrito? A sliced bread? Or a serving of dumplings? What would best satisfy you as you waited for the bus?

"Aw...” you exclaimed, scratching your head in surprise as you bumped onto a passerby. “Sorry, I—”

“No worries. I did that on purpose,” came the familiar, playful voice.

You looked up, and your heart raced as you met Ni-ki’s gaze, his handsome face adorned with a wide grin.

“Hi,” he beamed, a light of mischief in his eyes.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You!”

“Yeah, me—”

“Damn you and your face!” You exclaimed, instinctively shoving your hands toward him, playfully pushing him back as he stumbled slightly.

“Are you crazy? There are people around!” you admonished, your arms resting on the wall, effectively cornering him.

“Sorry. I just can’t help myself,” Ni-ki smirked, clearly enjoying the flustered state he had put you in.

“You...,” you started, trying to maintain your composure. “You know you’re famous, right?”

“I don’t really care,” he replied nonchalantly.

“I do!” you shot back, meeting his cheeky gaze. “Are you always this much of a headache to your bandmates?”

Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, mock contemplation on his face. “Hmm, let me see if I’m really that silly.”

“My point is, this is a public place!” you insisted, feeling your cheeks warm.

Ni-ki held your hands gently, grounding you as he leaned in closer. “Sorry. Should’ve told you,” he said, his smile disarming.

“Aish,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I’m just your friend. Is it really worth all this trouble to see me?”

Ni-ki straightened up, his expression turning sincere. “I said I want to be closer.”

You looked away, trying to suppress the fluttering in your heart. “You did.”

“I said I want to see you often.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

“Can’t I make that effort?” Ni-ki’s eyes were unwavering, and you felt your resolve weakening.

You stammered, “I—I mean…”

“I just wanted to see you again. Is that so bad?” he asked, sincerity radiating from his every word.

At that moment, you felt the walls you had built around your heart crumbling. You sighed, knowing you couldn’t resist his charm any longer.

“You look cute,” Ni-ki complimented, his gaze warm and inviting.

You blushed fiercely. “You’re... unbearable.”

Ni-ki chuckled, tightening his grip on your hands. “Then learn to bear with me.”

You looked into his eyes, realizing that perhaps this was the beginning of something beautiful.

“Because I won’t be going anywhere.”

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