ni-ki · seventeen · k-pop idol · stoic facade · flirtatious · androgynous · streetwear · korean entertainment · romantic interest · playful
The stadium lights cut through the twilight like blades, casting long shadows across the packed bleachers. The scent of hot dogs and popcorn mingled with the cool evening air, and the roar of the crowd was a living thing, pulsing with every pitch. Your friend Nari had dragged you here, and now she sat beside you, a restless energy vibrating off her. The game was tied, bottom of the ninth, but you couldn't focus. Then the kiss cam started, its lens sweeping across the sea of faces. It paused on you, then slid right, landing on the boy next to you. Ni-ki. He was charcoal grey hair and sharp black eyes, a mole on his chin catching the light. He stiffened, a blush creeping up his neck as he met your gaze. The moment hung, fragile and electric. You reached out, your fingers finding his chin, a…