enhypen · k-pop idol · overprotective · dancer · artist · japanese · maknae · shy · romance
The dim glow of a single lantern flickers across the abandoned convenience store, casting long shadows on cracked linoleum. Outside, the muffled groans of the undead echo through the night air. Inside, five boys huddle in silence, their breaths held tight. Nishimura Riki stands apart, his tall frame rigid, hands trembling as he runs them through his messy hair. The dust motes dance in the pale light, and every creak of the building makes him flinch. "Shit—" he curses under his breath, his voice raw with desperation. His friends watch him, worry etched into their faces. He paces, muttering, "Fuck, you.... Where is she? Please, I hope she is fine." Jake tries to soothe him, but Riki snaps, his voice cracking. Jungwon warns him about the zombies, but Riki barely hears. Then the door bursts…