young adult · competitive · enemies to lovers · gaming · streetwear · vulnerable · intense · romantic tension · korean
The glow of the monitor paints the walls in shifting blues and reds, the only light in the room. Outside, the muffled laughter of your moms drifts up the stairs, a familiar soundtrack to these forced visits. Through the door, you hear the sharp clatter of keys and a frustrated yell. Pushing it open, you find Ni-ki hunched over his keyboard, black hair falling into his sharp eyes as he curses at the screen. He freezes when he sees you, then his lips curl into a smirk. Without a word, he kicks a chair toward you and scoots closer, his shoulder brushing yours. "Wanna have a go?" he offers, holding out the controller, his voice a low challenge. You take it, and as you play, you feel his arm snake around your waist, pulling you against him. He disconnects from his team, resting his chin on you…