漪思钰❤︎

which is actually big news, this building is ancient and when new people do show up, it’s usually some older tenant. so when you heard the newcomer was young, your curiosity instantly spiked.

the older lady next door—basically your second mom at this point—had moved out last week. she was heading to live with her family because of health stuff. it made you a little sad; she’d been the sweetest neighbor for a whole year. still, you were glad she was with people who could take care of her properly.

it was mid-evening when you heard the commotion next door. you got up from your tiny couch, cracked open your front door, and peeked out. there he was—your new neighbor—hauling boxes in and out. average height, short hair, definitely young. so this was him.

you decided to be the nice neighbor you are. "need some help?" you asked sweetly.

jungwon looked up and flashed a quick smile. "uh, nope, i'm good," he said, already grabbing two boxes like they weighed nothing.

'oh… okay. i'm ___ by the way." you started to offer your hand but realized his were full, so you awkwardly slipped it back into your pocket.

he set the boxes down inside and walked back out. "i’m jungwon!" he called, finally extending his hand. "nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too," you replied, shaking it.

you glanced at your door right beside his. "i live right next door," you said, pointing.

"oh?" he raised an eyebrow, a little smile tugging at his lips. "so you’re my neighbor then."

"yep."

"nice to know i've got a cute one," he added casually, like it was the most normal observation in the world.

you went silent for a second, caught off guard. before you could respond, he cut in again.

"see you later, ___," he said with a little wave, already heading back inside.

"see you…?" you muttered, half confused.

little did you know he was going to do flirty stuff like that every time you see him.

you were in the old stinky laundromat trying to get the washing machines to work. you had washing machines in your apartment complex, but first they were tiny and second they didn't work—you learned that the second day of living here. apparently jungwon noticed that as well.

you noticed jungwon walking in. it was almost impossible not to spot him; he was like the only youthful person here besides you. the second he saw you, his eyes lit up. he walked over, basket in hand, and squatted down right next to your washing machine.

"who would've thought the washing machines were just for display."

you laughed a bit at that. you kept trying to get the machine to work—you'd tried pushing every button, rearranging your clothes, putting in less clothes, even hitting it. jungwon noticed it all.

"need help?" he asked after throwing his clothes into his machine, moving closer to yours.

"yes please," you said, scooting away so he could get in front of your washer.

you sat up on the bench, thinking it would take jungwon a few minutes, but the second you sat down the machine kicked up.

"what," you said, lowkey in shock. you'd been trying to get these washing machines to work for days and jungwon did it in seconds?

"special touch," he said, turning around and smiling at you.

if you weren't in such complete shock, you would've noticed how he said it almost like he was flirting (cause he was) and how he was looking at you when he said it.

"thank you so much!" you got up quickly. jungwon thought you were going to give him a hug or something, so he opened his arms slightly, only for you to instantly look at your clothes spinning in the washer, leaving him hanging.

he just rocked back and forth on his feet, hands in his pockets. "okkkk..." he said under his breath.

it wasn't like you wanted to deny his hug offer. it was just that you hadn't seen your clothes in a working washer in like a week.

jungwon sat on the bench right in front of his washing machine (one down from yours) and just looked at you, a small smile on his face. seeing someone excited over washing machines was a first, but even then, right there and then he knew he wanted you. and he knew he would get you, because he always got what he wanted.

the only problem? his go-to move was flirting, and you seemed completely oblivious to it.

your apartment complex did this wednesday breakfast thing where everyone got free breakfast. you were like 100% sure half of it was leftovers from previous wednesdays and stuff, but hey, you could never turn down free breakfast!

you walked to the waffle area making your waffle, until you felt jungwon behind you, putting his arm around your shoulder. you could practically hear his smile. "you like waffles?" he said, moving his face towards yours so you could see him.

"yeah."

"do you?" you asked, taking your waffle out of the maker.

"nooo, i like pancakes more."

you giggled under your breath.

"what, it's funny?" he said, smiling and following you around like a puppy as you went to the toppings section.

"never thought you'd like pancakes. you look like a waffles type of guy."

"i like both, honestly, but pancakes more."

"there's a pancake section right over there," you said, pointing.

he turned his attention over there. "okay thanks, pretty," he said, walking away.

pretty? you thought for a second. wow, nice compliment. you were too focused on making your waffles to really process everything.

you walked to a table and saw jungwon walking around, looking for a place to sit. in his hand was a plate of maybe at least five or six pancakes.

until his eyes found you, and he walked over.

"can i sit here?" he asked politely.

"yeah, of course!" you said, scooting over.

you noticed the stack of pancakes again. "why so many?" you asked, pointing with your fork at the stack.

"i wasn't lying when i said i like pancakes, you know."

"i can see that," you said, smiling.

"it's fine," you added, "i'm probably going to make like three other waffles after this one." you shrugged.

he let out a laugh and immediately went in on his pancakes.

this was your first proper talk and doing "neighborly" things together, and you had to admit—it was really nice.

at night, all of jungwon's flirting finally hit you (about time lowk).

you were taking a shower when all of jungwon's words crossed your mind—when he called you cute, the special touch thing, calling you pretty. you were literally zoned out all night thinking about it. did your neighbor like you? or did you like him and were just imagining him flirting when in reality he was just being friendly and you were overthinking it?

next thing you knew it was morning and you heard someone knocking on your door.

you got up slowly and slid your feet into your (tuff) koala slippers. you didn't really care how you looked—it was probably one of the older tenants asking something, you thought, until you opened the door to see jungwon holding a cup of coffee.

you instantly froze. "oh.. uh hi," you said, trying to hide behind the door due to your embarrassing appearance at the moment.

"heyy!" he said, face slightly confused on why you were even hiding. you looked fine, at least in his opinion.

"i bought you some coffee."

"oh thank you!" you said as he handed it to you.

"i was downstairs and noticed a coffee stand. i noticed at breakfast the other day drinking coffee so i thought you'd like it."

"thank you so much jungwon, that's sweet of you," you said kindly.

"no problem, see you later!" jungwon said, waving bye.

the second you closed the door he was cheesing, almost skipping back to his apartment. you called him sweet???—oh yeah, progress 💯.

he continued doing sweet things like that for you, buying you little things whenever he saw something—from the bakery near the complex, boba, whatever he got he got you one too.

you guys got even more comfortable with each other. sometimes you invited him into your apartment just to hang and talk, and the same went for his.

then your birthday came around. you decided to celebrate with jungwon since all your family was away. you were lowkey sad about it and 👀👀 totally wasn't crying about it. you used to spend it with your family, then you moved, and last year you spent it with the older lady, so yeah, you were a bit torn up—eyes still red when you knocked on his door.

he opened it and his smile instantly turned into a caring look.

"you okay?" he asked.

"yeah i'm fine. do i not look okay?" you said, already on the brink of tears again.

"i mean, uh," jungwon said.

and you instantly burst out in tears all of a sudden.

"okay okayy," jungwon said, bringing you into his apartment.

you put your head on jungwon's shoulder, cake with foil on top still in your hand.

"i-i don't even know why i'm crying."

"it's just that i have no one to spend my birthday with."

"and the older lady—sniffle—the older lady is gone and she's with her family and is getting really well taken care of."

"an-and she was the sweetest person ever."

"and that's why i brought this cake."

"so we can share," you said, fully crying now.

jungwon took the cake you offered and put it on the counter.

"it's okayyy," he said sweetly.

"you can spend it with me."

"thank you," you said, finally calming down.

"it's chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting by the way," you said, wiping away your tears.

you were both sitting together on the couch eating cake and watching a movie you recommended to him.

he had to be one of the sweetest neighbors ever. besides the older lady—nothing topped her.

he let you spend your night with him, let you cry and put your boogers on his shoulder, and now here you were sitting eating cake on his couch under a blanket.

near the middle of the movie jungwon was no longer paying attention to it and now he was paying full attention to you.

you looked at him for a split second to see if he was even still awake, only to see him looking at you.

"yeah?" you said, quieter than you thought.

"nothing," he said, but still looking at you.

he moved first, slowly, face coming closer, and you followed. then you finally kissed, (everyone cheer).

it was soft, slow, and then you both pulled away smiling at each other.

jungwon kissed you again, the kiss lasting longer and forming into multiple kisses. his hand cupped your jaw, his free hand grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. you sighed into his mouth as he changed the angle, then he broke the kiss again, slowly crawling on top of you. he came to kiss your neck, then your jaw, then around your ear—literally everywhere on your face, making you giggle.

"happy birthday hmm?" he said voice low in your ear, smiling and kissing your neck.

you were about to respond until the loud ass fire alarm went off...

you both quickly pulled apart from each other.

"margret must've started cooking again..." you sighed.

"margret?" jungwon asked.

"one of the tenants," you said. "she was a chef when she was younger and even though she's told not to cook she does it anyway. but she forgets that she leaves things cooking and then her fire alarm goes off."

"sad really," you added.

jungwon hummed in response, confused why someone would be cooking at around 12am anyways, but ready to just ignore the alarm and go back to what you were both doing—until you got up and got ready to put your shoes on.

"where are you going?"

"we have to go to the main lobby to make sure everyone's alright, like roll call thing."

jungwon sank into his couch and groaned.

"c'mon," you said, grabbing his wrist gently.

he got up and got his shoes. (you practically had to drag him).

before you both left the door you gave him a small kiss on the cheek and looked at him.

"cute," you said, smiling, and continued walking.

now you're the one being the flirt.. and jungwon loved every second of it!

you were prepared for the sulking, the random overthinking sessions, all that. what you weren’t prepared for was your boyfriend fucking you like he hates you.

jake’s always been the softdom type—sweet praise, the one in "control". he still gives you the praise, but his thrusts don’t match the words at allllll.

“f-fuck, jake!” you push at his arm as the fast, hard pace gets overwhelming.

he gently pulls your hand off and laces his fingers with yours instead. “i know, i know,” he murmurs, voice shaky. “just one more round, kay?”

you both know it’s a lie. he said the exact same thing like three rounds ago.

“i was right at the finish line,” he mutters under his breath, hips snapping even faster somehow. “right, baby?” he lifts your chin so you meet his eyes.

“yes!” you moan. he rewards you with a soft kiss.

you keep clenching around him so tight he tilts his head back with a shaky “s-shit, baby.”

he’s a muttering mess now, getting closer. “i—fuck—i shoulda won, huh? you agree, princess? it’s so fuckin’ stupid.”

his pace turns brutal, something in him fully flipped. he releases your hand, grips your hips hard, “turn around, baby.”

you’re too fucked out to move, so he flips you onto your stomach himself.

“jake!” the new angle hits even better somehow. “i said turn around.”

his hand presses your lower back, forcing a deeper arch. “if only i was a little—thrust—fucking—faster,” he groans, each word punctuated by a hard snap that jolts you forward.

tears well up from the overwhelming pleasure. normally jake would kiss them away, but tonight he just smiles. “you crying? i make you feel that fucking good?”

you try to answer but only moan, squirming under him. “jakejakejake—ah fuck!”

“you gonna cum?” he asks, you nod frantically. “c’mon then,” he says between erratic thrusts.

you both cum hard—him shaking on top of you, you squirting all over his stomach and the sheets.

“mmm fuck,” he breathes, low and rough, staring at the mess while still buried inside you. he finally pulls out, slides down, and licks you clean, making eye contact the whole time like always. he finishes with a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.

when he crawls up for a kiss on your lips, you dodge it.

“jake, what the fuck.”

“what?” jake says almost pouting that you dodged his kiss.

“you were kind of rough,” you say, already feeling the soreness settle in.

guilt flashes across his face instantly. “shit, i’m sorry baby.” he pulls you into his arms. “i was just so frustrated about the race.”

you laugh softly. he looks at you, confused. “what?”

“i never said i complained about you being rough.”

“oh…” he rubs slow circles on your shoulder, relaxing a little. “i’m still sorry, baby.” after a beat he adds, “let’s take a bath, okay?”

“okay.” you smile and nod, earning a real smile back from him.

after the bath, you’re both in bed sharing ice cream he door-dashed because he felt terrible (and because it cheered him up too). you notice the disappointment still lingering.

“you know, jake, you did really well at the race.”

“yeah, right.”

“i’m serious!” you swat his arm. “you made it this far. so what if you didn’t win this one? you’ve won so many.”

he stays quiet, scooping more ice cream, so you keep going.

“jake, please don’t let it bother you, or i’ll start pouting and sulking all day just like you do.”

he laughs, lets out a deep sigh, and finally gives you another genuine smile. “alright.”

you lean in for a hug but wince when a sharp ache hits your hip. lifting your shirt reveals dark bruises blooming on your skin.

“did i do that?” jake looks genuinely shocked.

“take a guess.”

“holy shit, i’m so sorry baby.” he’s immediately on you, gently inspecting them. “i’ll get ice.”

“jake, it’s fine!” you call as he scrambles up anyway.

you let him go, smiling to yourself. you’ll let him fuss and baby you all night if it means the race stops weighing on him.

(best girlfriend award goes to you 🙂‍↕️)

when you first started dating riki, he had told warned you that he was an avid snorer. you brushed it off thinking it couldn't be that bad, right? you couldn't have been more wrong. he sounds like a fucking beast.

you tried being polite, just ignoring it and prayinggg you'd eventually drift off, but it was pushing hour three and you had to say something.

you gently tapped his shoulder. nothing. you did it again. still nothing. you tried with more pressure. nope.

you almost had to hit him to wake him up.

"yes baby?" he said, turning around to face you.

he looked so rested while you looked like you hadn't slept in weeks.

"you keep snoring."

"oh, sorry," he mumbled.

"can you maybe like... stop the snoring?"

he fake-thought about it because the only real answer was no.

"no?" he said, sounding unsure himself.

you groaned into your pillow.

"i really need sleep, ki," you said, voice muffled.

"i may sleep in the living room."

"no!" he replied, voice still laced with sleep but desperate.

he cleared his throat. "uh, no."

"i'll stop snoring."

"or actually i'll sleep on the couch," he said, starting to get up.

you grabbed his bicep and pulled him back. "no, it's okay."

"i'll try to sleep quieter."

"mhm," you said, finally feeling some peace.

he knew the only way to make it up to you.

he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. his warm body pressed against yours as he pulled you in tight, one leg draping over you.

"are you cuddling with me?" you asked, even though it was obvious.

"yeah."

he knew you were smiling even though he couldn't see your face.

"well—" he cut you off.

"don't complain. try to get some sleep," he whispered, adjusting his head perfectly into the crook of your neck. his thumb rubbed slow, soothing circles over your hip while his other arm squeezed you closer.

he was so cuteness like thisss, literally like a giant koala.

the steady rhythm of his breathing and the comforting weight of him made your body finally relax. you felt your eyes getting heavy as you snuggled deeper into the blankets and into him.

you were right at the brink of sleep when a massive snore ripped straight into your ear, making you jump.

"riki!" you said, now fully sitting up in bed.

"did i snore?"

you gave him a deadpan look.

he tried to hold back a laugh but you already knew he wanted to.

"just laugh," you said, not even making eye contact. he burst out laughing.

you had to admit it was a little funny and started laughing with him.

he ended up sleeping on the couch that night, and you finally got some beauty sleep, buttt ! then you felt bad and decided to cuddle him on the couch even if he snores like an ogre :)

(endings a little rushed but i wanted to end this on a cute note)

so the second you opened the door he was instantly pulling you into his arms.

"someone missed me," you said, smiling against his shoulder.

"of course i did," sunghoon murmured, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"wanna tell me about tour?" you asked, still wrapped up in him.

"it was okay."

you laughed softly. "that's it?"

"yeah." he barely pulled back a centimeter just to kiss you. you tried to break the kiss for air but his lips chased yours immediately.

"hoon," you say breathless.

he just sighed into your mouth, like he couldn't get enough. (cause he couldn't). you tried guiding him toward the couch and he caught on quick, walking you there without ever letting your lips part.

once you were both on the couch, you pulled back for a real breath. "baby, i wanna hear about your tou—"

he cut you off with another kiss, deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours as he guided your hips until you were straddling his lap.

"fuck," he groaned under his breath, hands gripping your waist as he pulled you down harder against him.

you'd never seen him this needy before, and holy shit you weren't complaining. he was already rocking up into you, fully clothed, hard and throbbing against your core like he was seconds from losing it. this man—half your size muscle-wise at least—was completely at your mercy, whatever you wanted him to do he probably would do.

"feel good?" you asked, grinding down slow and deliberate, rolling your hips back and forth so your clothed pussy dragged right over his lap.

"mhm," he hummed, voice wrecked.

"missed you so much," his voice hoarse and desperate.

you could feel him shaking underneath you, body trembling with how badly he needed this. "you okay?" you asked, a little breathless, suddenly worried.

"y-yes, i'm fine."

"hoon, serious—"

he silenced you with another messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, like he wanted to devour you whole, (cause he did). his thrusts were getting erratic, hips bucking up wildly while his fingers dug harder into your hips.

you decided to give him what he needed and started grinding down harder, faster, dragging your soaked heat along every inch of his clothed dick. that's when you heard it—the hottest sound a man can make. a needy whimper slipped out of him, soooo desperate, going straight to your pussy, (duh).

you smiled, grinding even harder, chasing more of those pretty noises. "fuckfuckfuck," sunghoon cursed, eyes squeezed shut, head falling back.

"baby please—please don't stop, pleasepleaseplease," he begged, voice cracking.

holy shit you just hit the jackpot.

"you gonna cum?" you teased, grinding down with purpose, feeling your own orgasm building fast from the friction and his whimpers.

"yesyes—fuck, please—" his begging got cut off by a loud, filthy moan as his whole body tensed up hard. he came in his pants like a virgin, hips stuttering, cock pulsing against you while he lowkey fell apart underneath you.

you followed right after, thighs clamping around him, whole body trembling as pleasure crashed through you.

"shit," sunghoon groaned, body finally going limp, chest heaving.

you brushed his hair out of his face, still catching your breath. "you're a whimperer now?" you teased.

sunghoon smiled, lazy and fucked-out. "if you want me to be."

"oh?"

"mhm."

you felt him getting hard again already, he was smiling up at you.

"i didn't jerk off all year by the way," he confessed.

"wait, what?"

yeah... your in for a ride, and you both got all night AND day—good luck😗😗

(i haven't written smut in a while! so i'm sorry if this is badddd)

you could've understood a long lecture. maybe even getting grounded for a week. but a bodyguard? that was extreme, even for them. sure, your parents are famous actors, but you're not. no one really knows you, you're just their kid.

it was mid-evening and you were chilling in your room when your parents called your name from the living room.

"cominggg!" you yelled, dragging yourself off the bed.

you walked into the living room and froze for a second. there was a tall guy with dirty blonde hair standing there. he glanced at you, then quickly looked away.

"this is going to be your new bodyguard," your mom said, patting his shoulder.

"bodyguard?" you crossed your arms.

"yes. your dad and i decided it's for the best."

"but that doesn—"

your mom cut you off instantly. "don't complain."

"he's joining us for dinner, so be polite."

you had to force yourself from rolling your eyes. "okay," you muttered, trailing after her to the dining room.

the table was loaded with food. the new bodyguard politely pulled out chairs for both you and your mom.

"thank you!" your mom said brightly, then shot you a sharp look that meant say something.

"thank you," you mumbled. he just nodded and sat down.

"so what's your name again, sweetie?" your mom asked while cutting her steak.

"nishimura riki... you can call me niki," he said, bowing his head politely.

"nice to meet you, niki. i'm ___ and this is..." your mom gestured to you.

"i'm ___," you said flatly.

"and my husband is ___ — he's at work right now," your mom added.

"nice to meet you both," niki replied.

your mom clapped her hands. "well, let's eat!"

by the time dinner ended, everyone was full and the room had fallen into a peaceful quiet.

"oh niki, let me show you your room!" your mom said cheerfully.

room? you thought. having a bodyguard was bad enough. now he was living here too? this couldn't get any worse.

you followed them out of straight boredom, walking down the long halls of your massive house mansion until they stopped at a guest room.

"you can stay here," your mom said, gesturing inside. "unless you want another one—we have four more."

niki shook his head. "no, this one's great. thank you." he bowed again.

"of course. make yourself at home," she smiled, closing the door gently.

she turned around and saw you standing right behind her.

"still mad?" she asked.

"yeah."

"trust me, love, it's for the best, okay?" she gave you that sweet mom smile.

you loved her, and you knew she was just trying to keep you safe, so you dropped the attitude. "okay."

later that night, you were about to change into pajamas when your phone buzzed.

hey wanna come to a party with me and some others? i'm outside rn.

you peeked out the window and saw your friend waiting with a car full of people. you sighed and texted back.

alright.

you threw on shoes and a jacket and headed for the front door. you passed your parents room—both of them were already asleep. perfect.

you'd totally forgotten about the bodyguard.

right as your hand touched the doorknob, a tall shadow appeared behind you. you almost screamed, thinking it was an intruder, but he gently covered your mouth.

"do you wanna wake up your parents?" he whispered.

you relaxed once you realized it was just niki. he dropped his hand and crossed his arms.

"where are you going?" he asked, tilting his head.

"out."

"your parents don't want you out this late," he said, pointing at the clock.

"i'm an adult. i can go whenever i want."

"look, i'm just doing my job."

he stepped forward, glanced out the window at your friends, then looked back at you.

"those your friends?"

"yeah?"

"tell them you'll go out in the morning."

"i'm not doing that," you said, reaching for the doorknob again.

"okay, i'll say it then," niki shrugged.

"what?"

"c'mon, let's go." he nodded toward outside.

you stood there frozen for a second, which made him laugh quietly under his breath as he walked out anyway.

"where are you going?!" you whisper-shouted, rushing after him.

he walked straight up to your friend.

"who are you?" your friend asked, then she smiled. "wait, don't tell me she has a boyfriend..."

you finally caught up. "he's not my boyfriend. i don't even know this man."

"i'm her bodyguard," niki said bluntly.

"bodyguard?" your friend laughed.

you tilted your head back and sighed dramatically.

"yeah," niki continued, "and she can go out in the morning."

your friend looked between you two, then threw shrugged her shoulders. "okay." she headed back to the car.

you glared at niki as your friends drove off. "you're even worse than my parents."

he just laughed softly, shoved his hands in his pockets, and started walking back to the house like he hadn't ruined your entire night.

you rolled your eyes and followed.

once you were both inside, niki glanced back at you for a second. "goodnight," he said, continuing down the hall.

"night," you mumbled under your breath.

yeah, he's gonna be a problem, you thought to yourself.

it was morning when you walked down to the living room and saw niki talking to your parents. you instantly turned around to go back to your room, but your dad caught you.

"can we talk to you?" he asked.

you slowly dragged yourself over to the couch and sat down.

"so we figured out that you tried to sneak out again last night," your mom said.

you immediately looked at niki. he gave you a small smile. your parents noticed.

"niki didn't tell us anything," your mom added. "we have cameras, you know."

oh shit. you forgot about those.

"but since you're an adult, we'll let you go out at night."

if you didn't have any self control, you would've run laps around the living room cheering.

"really?" you asked, smiling wide.

"yep," your dad said.

"only under one condition."

"niki has to come with you."

you slumped dramatically on the couch and hid your face in your hands.

your parents glanced at niki. "she gets like this sometimes," your dad explained.

later that night, you were getting ready for a party, actually excited that you could finally go out late with your friends. the only downside was the constant thought of your bodyguard lurking around you.

niki was already waiting outside your room when you opened the door.

"okay, i'm ready."

he gave you a quick once-over. you were wearing a basic sleeveless black dress and boots—the most standard party fit ever.

you noticed him looking. "what, are you the outfit police now?"

"it's gonna be cold out."

"okay?"

"you should bring a jacket."

"i'll be fine, thanks," you said, already walking toward the door.

you got to the front door and started looking for your keys on the holder, but they weren't there.

then you heard keys jangling behind you. niki was holding them.

"your parents want me to drive you."

"what th—"

"your parents orders, not mine," he cut you off, opening the front door.

outside, he held the car door open for you. the drive to the party was quiet and awkward. you kept stealing glances at him. one thing you had to admit—he was good looking. too bad his annoying personality ruins it.

when you finally arrived and stepped out, the cold air hit you instantly. causing you to shiver. of course niki noticed, but he didn't say anything.

inside the party it smelled like alcohol and sweat, and niki grimaced. you looked at him.

"you don't like parties?"

"not really."

you hummed in response. it was weirdly the most peaceful conversation you'd had with him. nice, actually.

your friends spotted you and waved you over. you went to join them while niki stayed back. he tapped his foot for a second, scanned the room, then spotted a quiet lobby area with couches. he decided to lounge there, scrolling on his phone... until he eventually dozed off.

one to two hours—maybe even three? who's counting—passed when niki felt a sudden weight on top of him.

"you asleep?" you slurred, completely draped over him.

niki sat up quickly. "what?" he tried to push you off gently.

"you were asleep," you laughed.

"aren't you... you paused, trying to collect your drunk thoughts. "aren't you supposed to be a bodyguard? i don'ttttt think they sleep on the job."

"you smell like alcohol," niki said, finally sitting you up properly.

"'cause i drank alcohol," you answered like it was a obvious question (cause it was).

"so you're drunk?"

"take a guess." you slouched back into the soft lounge chair.

niki rubbed his face. "fuck," he muttered under his breath.

"we should go," he said, gently grabbing your hand.

"why?" you asked, but followed him anyway.

"we need to get you home."

you were too tired and drunk to argue.

the second you stepped outside the party, the cold air hit you again. by the time you reached the car you were shivering hard. niki opened the door for you, helped you in, then sighed and took off his jacket.

"take this," he said, handing it over before closing your door and getting in the driver's side.

you slid the jacket on (backwards, but whatever) and that stopped the shivering.

when he pulled into your big driveway, he got out and opened your door again.

"need help?" he asked, reaching out his hand.

"nope." you said confidently. the second you stepped out, you nearly ate shit.

niki stifled a laugh, helped you up, and made you grab his shoulders for support.

he walked you all the way to your room and waited until you sat on your bed.

"you should drink some water," he said, grabbing the bottle from your bedside and handing it to you.

you took a few sips.

he started backing toward the door. "alright, night."

"wait!" you called.

"hm?" he turned, eyes soft.

"can you stay in here for a little?"

he froze. "uhm, i don't kno—"

"i won't tell my parents you let me get drunk."

he rested his head against the doorframe for a second, then sighed. "alright."

he walked back in and sat on the floor next to your bed.

"uhmmm do... do you wanna talk or something?" you mumbled, still drunk.

you looked down from your bed and saw he was already asleep again.

you caught yourself smiling a little, then slouched down on your unmade bed. except you couldn’t sleep. after a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, you glanced back at niki on the floor and made the drunk decision to slide down next to him. you curled up beside him, head resting on his shoulder.

niki's arm came around you without him waking up. cuddling was for sure NOT a part of the job, but here you both were.

you were prepared for the sulking, the random overthinking sessions, all that. what you weren’t prepared for was your boyfriend fucking you like he hates you.

jake’s always been the softdom type—sweet praise, the one in "control". he still gives you the praise, but his thrusts don’t match the words at allllll.

“f-fuck, jake!” you push at his arm as the fast, hard pace gets overwhelming.

he gently pulls your hand off and laces his fingers with yours instead. “i know, i know,” he murmurs, voice shaky. “just one more round, kay?”

you both know it’s a lie. he said the exact same thing like three rounds ago.

“i was right at the finish line,” he mutters under his breath, hips snapping even faster somehow. “right, baby?” he lifts your chin so you meet his eyes.

“yes!” you moan. he rewards you with a soft kiss.

you keep clenching around him so tight he tilts his head back with a shaky “s-shit, baby.”

he’s a muttering mess now, getting closer. “i—fuck—i shoulda won, huh? you agree, princess? it’s so fuckin’ stupid.”

his pace turns brutal, something in him fully flipped. he releases your hand, grips your hips hard, “turn around, baby.”

you’re too fucked out to move, so he flips you onto your stomach himself.

“jake!” the new angle hits even better somehow. “i said turn around.”

his hand presses your lower back, forcing a deeper arch. “if only i was a little—thrust—fucking—faster,” he groans, each word punctuated by a hard snap that jolts you forward.

tears well up from the overwhelming pleasure. normally jake would kiss them away, but tonight he just smiles. “you crying? i make you feel that fucking good?”

you try to answer but only moan, squirming under him. “jakejakejake—ah fuck!”

“you gonna cum?” he asks, you nod frantically. “c’mon then,” he says between erratic thrusts.

you both cum hard—him shaking on top of you, you squirting all over his stomach and the sheets.

“mmm fuck,” he breathes, low and rough, staring at the mess while still buried inside you. he finally pulls out, slides down, and licks you clean, making eye contact the whole time like always. he finishes with a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.

when he crawls up for a kiss on your lips, you dodge it.

“jake, what the fuck.”

“what?” jake says almost pouting that you dodged his kiss.

“you were kind of rough,” you say, already feeling the soreness settle in.

guilt flashes across his face instantly. “shit, i’m sorry baby.” he pulls you into his arms. “i was just so frustrated about the race.”

you laugh softly. he looks at you, confused. “what?”

“i never said i complained about you being rough.”

“oh…” he rubs slow circles on your shoulder, relaxing a little. “i’m still sorry, baby.” after a beat he adds, “let’s take a bath, okay?”

“okay.” you smile and nod, earning a real smile back from him.

after the bath, you’re both in bed sharing ice cream he door-dashed because he felt terrible (and because it cheered him up too). you notice the disappointment still lingering.

“you know, jake, you did really well at the race.”

“yeah, right.”

“i’m serious!” you swat his arm. “you made it this far. so what if you didn’t win this one? you’ve won so many.”

he stays quiet, scooping more ice cream, so you keep going.

“jake, please don’t let it bother you, or i’ll start pouting and sulking all day just like you do.”

he laughs, lets out a deep sigh, and finally gives you another genuine smile. “alright.”

you lean in for a hug but wince when a sharp ache hits your hip. lifting your shirt reveals dark bruises blooming on your skin.

“did i do that?” jake looks genuinely shocked.

“take a guess.”

“holy shit, i’m so sorry baby.” he’s immediately on you, gently inspecting them. “i’ll get ice.”

“jake, it’s fine!” you call as he scrambles up anyway.

you let him go, smiling to yourself. you’ll let him fuss and baby you all night if it means the race stops weighing on him.

(best girlfriend award goes to you 🙂‍↕️)

when you first started dating riki, he had told warned you that he was an avid snorer. you brushed it off thinking it couldn't be that bad, right? you couldn't have been more wrong. he sounds like a fucking beast.

you tried being polite, just ignoring it and prayinggg you'd eventually drift off, but it was pushing hour three and you had to say something.

you gently tapped his shoulder. nothing. you did it again. still nothing. you tried with more pressure. nope.

you almost had to hit him to wake him up.

"yes baby?" he said, turning around to face you.

he looked so rested while you looked like you hadn't slept in weeks.

"you keep snoring."

"oh, sorry," he mumbled.

"can you maybe like... stop the snoring?"

he fake-thought about it because the only real answer was no.

"no?" he said, sounding unsure himself.

you groaned into your pillow.

"i really need sleep, ki," you said, voice muffled.

"i may sleep in the living room."

"no!" he replied, voice still laced with sleep but desperate.

he cleared his throat. "uh, no."

"i'll stop snoring."

"or actually i'll sleep on the couch," he said, starting to get up.

you grabbed his bicep and pulled him back. "no, it's okay."

"i'll try to sleep quieter."

"mhm," you said, finally feeling some peace.

he knew the only way to make it up to you.

he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. his warm body pressed against yours as he pulled you in tight, one leg draping over you.

"are you cuddling with me?" you asked, even though it was obvious.

"yeah."

he knew you were smiling even though he couldn't see your face.

"well—" he cut you off.

"don't complain. try to get some sleep," he whispered, adjusting his head perfectly into the crook of your neck. his thumb rubbed slow, soothing circles over your hip while his other arm squeezed you closer.

he was so cuteness like thisss, literally like a giant koala.

the steady rhythm of his breathing and the comforting weight of him made your body finally relax. you felt your eyes getting heavy as you snuggled deeper into the blankets and into him.

you were right at the brink of sleep when a massive snore ripped straight into your ear, making you jump.

"riki!" you said, now fully sitting up in bed.

"did i snore?"

you gave him a deadpan look.

he tried to hold back a laugh but you already knew he wanted to.

"just laugh," you said, not even making eye contact. he burst out laughing.

you had to admit it was a little funny and started laughing with him.

he ended up sleeping on the couch that night, and you finally got some beauty sleep, buttt ! then you felt bad and decided to cuddle him on the couch even if he snores like an ogre :)

(endings a little rushed but i wanted to end this on a cute note)

so the second you opened the door he was instantly pulling you into his arms.

"someone missed me," you said, smiling against his shoulder.

"of course i did," sunghoon murmured, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"wanna tell me about tour?" you asked, still wrapped up in him.

"it was okay."

you laughed softly. "that's it?"

"yeah." he barely pulled back a centimeter just to kiss you. you tried to break the kiss for air but his lips chased yours immediately.

"hoon," you say breathless.

he just sighed into your mouth, like he couldn't get enough. (cause he couldn't). you tried guiding him toward the couch and he caught on quick, walking you there without ever letting your lips part.

once you were both on the couch, you pulled back for a real breath. "baby, i wanna hear about your tou—"

he cut you off with another kiss, deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours as he guided your hips until you were straddling his lap.

"fuck," he groaned under his breath, hands gripping your waist as he pulled you down harder against him.

you'd never seen him this needy before, and holy shit you weren't complaining. he was already rocking up into you, fully clothed, hard and throbbing against your core like he was seconds from losing it. this man—half your size muscle-wise at least—was completely at your mercy, whatever you wanted him to do he probably would do.

"feel good?" you asked, grinding down slow and deliberate, rolling your hips back and forth so your clothed pussy dragged right over his lap.

"mhm," he hummed, voice wrecked.

"missed you so much," his voice hoarse and desperate.

you could feel him shaking underneath you, body trembling with how badly he needed this. "you okay?" you asked, a little breathless, suddenly worried.

"y-yes, i'm fine."

"hoon, serious—"

he silenced you with another messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, like he wanted to devour you whole, (cause he did). his thrusts were getting erratic, hips bucking up wildly while his fingers dug harder into your hips.

you decided to give him what he needed and started grinding down harder, faster, dragging your soaked heat along every inch of his clothed dick. that's when you heard it—the hottest sound a man can make. a needy whimper slipped out of him, soooo desperate, going straight to your pussy, (duh).

you smiled, grinding even harder, chasing more of those pretty noises. "fuckfuckfuck," sunghoon cursed, eyes squeezed shut, head falling back.

"baby please—please don't stop, pleasepleaseplease," he begged, voice cracking.

holy shit you just hit the jackpot.

"you gonna cum?" you teased, grinding down with purpose, feeling your own orgasm building fast from the friction and his whimpers.

"yesyes—fuck, please—" his begging got cut off by a loud, filthy moan as his whole body tensed up hard. he came in his pants like a virgin, hips stuttering, cock pulsing against you while he lowkey fell apart underneath you.

you followed right after, thighs clamping around him, whole body trembling as pleasure crashed through you.

"shit," sunghoon groaned, body finally going limp, chest heaving.

you brushed his hair out of his face, still catching your breath. "you're a whimperer now?" you teased.

sunghoon smiled, lazy and fucked-out. "if you want me to be."

"oh?"

"mhm."

you felt him getting hard again already, he was smiling up at you.

"i didn't jerk off all year by the way," he confessed.

"wait, what?"

yeah... your in for a ride, and you both got all night AND day—good luck😗😗

(i haven't written smut in a while! so i'm sorry if this is badddd)

which is actually big news, this building is ancient and when new people do show up, it’s usually some older tenant. so when you heard the newcomer was young, your curiosity instantly spiked.

the older lady next door—basically your second mom at this point—had moved out last week. she was heading to live with her family because of health stuff. it made you a little sad; she’d been the sweetest neighbor for a whole year. still, you were glad she was with people who could take care of her properly.

it was mid-evening when you heard the commotion next door. you got up from your tiny couch, cracked open your front door, and peeked out. there he was—your new neighbor—hauling boxes in and out. average height, short hair, definitely young. so this was him.

you decided to be the nice neighbor you are. "need some help?" you asked sweetly.

jungwon looked up and flashed a quick smile. "uh, nope, i'm good," he said, already grabbing two boxes like they weighed nothing.

'oh… okay. i'm ___ by the way." you started to offer your hand but realized his were full, so you awkwardly slipped it back into your pocket.

he set the boxes down inside and walked back out. "i’m jungwon!" he called, finally extending his hand. "nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too," you replied, shaking it.

you glanced at your door right beside his. "i live right next door," you said, pointing.

"oh?" he raised an eyebrow, a little smile tugging at his lips. "so you’re my neighbor then."

"yep."

"nice to know i've got a cute one," he added casually, like it was the most normal observation in the world.

you went silent for a second, caught off guard. before you could respond, he cut in again.

"see you later, ___," he said with a little wave, already heading back inside.

"see you…?" you muttered, half confused.

little did you know he was going to do flirty stuff like that every time you see him.

you were in the old stinky laundromat trying to get the washing machines to work. you had washing machines in your apartment complex, but first they were tiny and second they didn't work—you learned that the second day of living here. apparently jungwon noticed that as well.

you noticed jungwon walking in. it was almost impossible not to spot him; he was like the only youthful person here besides you. the second he saw you, his eyes lit up. he walked over, basket in hand, and squatted down right next to your washing machine.

"who would've thought the washing machines were just for display."

you laughed a bit at that. you kept trying to get the machine to work—you'd tried pushing every button, rearranging your clothes, putting in less clothes, even hitting it. jungwon noticed it all.

"need help?" he asked after throwing his clothes into his machine, moving closer to yours.

"yes please," you said, scooting away so he could get in front of your washer.

you sat up on the bench, thinking it would take jungwon a few minutes, but the second you sat down the machine kicked up.

"what," you said, lowkey in shock. you'd been trying to get these washing machines to work for days and jungwon did it in seconds?

"special touch," he said, turning around and smiling at you.

if you weren't in such complete shock, you would've noticed how he said it almost like he was flirting (cause he was) and how he was looking at you when he said it.

"thank you so much!" you got up quickly. jungwon thought you were going to give him a hug or something, so he opened his arms slightly, only for you to instantly look at your clothes spinning in the washer, leaving him hanging.

he just rocked back and forth on his feet, hands in his pockets. "okkkk..." he said under his breath.

it wasn't like you wanted to deny his hug offer. it was just that you hadn't seen your clothes in a working washer in like a week.

jungwon sat on the bench right in front of his washing machine (one down from yours) and just looked at you, a small smile on his face. seeing someone excited over washing machines was a first, but even then, right there and then he knew he wanted you. and he knew he would get you, because he always got what he wanted.

the only problem? his go-to move was flirting, and you seemed completely oblivious to it.

your apartment complex did this wednesday breakfast thing where everyone got free breakfast. you were like 100% sure half of it was leftovers from previous wednesdays and stuff, but hey, you could never turn down free breakfast!

you walked to the waffle area making your waffle, until you felt jungwon behind you, putting his arm around your shoulder. you could practically hear his smile. "you like waffles?" he said, moving his face towards yours so you could see him.

"yeah."

"do you?" you asked, taking your waffle out of the maker.

"nooo, i like pancakes more."

you giggled under your breath.

"what, it's funny?" he said, smiling and following you around like a puppy as you went to the toppings section.

"never thought you'd like pancakes. you look like a waffles type of guy."

"i like both, honestly, but pancakes more."

"there's a pancake section right over there," you said, pointing.

he turned his attention over there. "okay thanks, pretty," he said, walking away.

pretty? you thought for a second. wow, nice compliment. you were too focused on making your waffles to really process everything.

you walked to a table and saw jungwon walking around, looking for a place to sit. in his hand was a plate of maybe at least five or six pancakes.

until his eyes found you, and he walked over.

"can i sit here?" he asked politely.

"yeah, of course!" you said, scooting over.

you noticed the stack of pancakes again. "why so many?" you asked, pointing with your fork at the stack.

"i wasn't lying when i said i like pancakes, you know."

"i can see that," you said, smiling.

"it's fine," you added, "i'm probably going to make like three other waffles after this one." you shrugged.

he let out a laugh and immediately went in on his pancakes.

this was your first proper talk and doing "neighborly" things together, and you had to admit—it was really nice.

at night, all of jungwon's flirting finally hit you (about time lowk).

you were taking a shower when all of jungwon's words crossed your mind—when he called you cute, the special touch thing, calling you pretty. you were literally zoned out all night thinking about it. did your neighbor like you? or did you like him and were just imagining him flirting when in reality he was just being friendly and you were overthinking it?

next thing you knew it was morning and you heard someone knocking on your door.

you got up slowly and slid your feet into your (tuff) koala slippers. you didn't really care how you looked—it was probably one of the older tenants asking something, you thought, until you opened the door to see jungwon holding a cup of coffee.

you instantly froze. "oh.. uh hi," you said, trying to hide behind the door due to your embarrassing appearance at the moment.

"heyy!" he said, face slightly confused on why you were even hiding. you looked fine, at least in his opinion.

"i bought you some coffee."

"oh thank you!" you said as he handed it to you.

"i was downstairs and noticed a coffee stand. i noticed at breakfast the other day drinking coffee so i thought you'd like it."

"thank you so much jungwon, that's sweet of you," you said kindly.

"no problem, see you later!" jungwon said, waving bye.

the second you closed the door he was cheesing, almost skipping back to his apartment. you called him sweet???—oh yeah, progress 💯.

he continued doing sweet things like that for you, buying you little things whenever he saw something—from the bakery near the complex, boba, whatever he got he got you one too.

you guys got even more comfortable with each other. sometimes you invited him into your apartment just to hang and talk, and the same went for his.

then your birthday came around. you decided to celebrate with jungwon since all your family was away. you were lowkey sad about it and 👀👀 totally wasn't crying about it. you used to spend it with your family, then you moved, and last year you spent it with the older lady, so yeah, you were a bit torn up—eyes still red when you knocked on his door.

he opened it and his smile instantly turned into a caring look.

"you okay?" he asked.

"yeah i'm fine. do i not look okay?" you said, already on the brink of tears again.

"i mean, uh," jungwon said.

and you instantly burst out in tears all of a sudden.

"okay okayy," jungwon said, bringing you into his apartment.

you put your head on jungwon's shoulder, cake with foil on top still in your hand.

"i-i don't even know why i'm crying."

"it's just that i have no one to spend my birthday with."

"and the older lady—sniffle—the older lady is gone and she's with her family and is getting really well taken care of."

"an-and she was the sweetest person ever."

"and that's why i brought this cake."

"so we can share," you said, fully crying now.

jungwon took the cake you offered and put it on the counter.

"it's okayyy," he said sweetly.

"you can spend it with me."

"thank you," you said, finally calming down.

"it's chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting by the way," you said, wiping away your tears.

you were both sitting together on the couch eating cake and watching a movie you recommended to him.

he had to be one of the sweetest neighbors ever. besides the older lady—nothing topped her.

he let you spend your night with him, let you cry and put your boogers on his shoulder, and now here you were sitting eating cake on his couch under a blanket.

near the middle of the movie jungwon was no longer paying attention to it and now he was paying full attention to you.

you looked at him for a split second to see if he was even still awake, only to see him looking at you.

"yeah?" you said, quieter than you thought.

"nothing," he said, but still looking at you.

he moved first, slowly, face coming closer, and you followed. then you finally kissed, (everyone cheer).

it was soft, slow, and then you both pulled away smiling at each other.

jungwon kissed you again, the kiss lasting longer and forming into multiple kisses. his hand cupped your jaw, his free hand grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. you sighed into his mouth as he changed the angle, then he broke the kiss again, slowly crawling on top of you. he came to kiss your neck, then your jaw, then around your ear—literally everywhere on your face, making you giggle.

"happy birthday hmm?" he said voice low in your ear, smiling and kissing your neck.

you were about to respond until the loud ass fire alarm went off...

you both quickly pulled apart from each other.

"margret must've started cooking again..." you sighed.

"margret?" jungwon asked.

"one of the tenants," you said. "she was a chef when she was younger and even though she's told not to cook she does it anyway. but she forgets that she leaves things cooking and then her fire alarm goes off."

"sad really," you added.

jungwon hummed in response, confused why someone would be cooking at around 12am anyways, but ready to just ignore the alarm and go back to what you were both doing—until you got up and got ready to put your shoes on.

"where are you going?"

"we have to go to the main lobby to make sure everyone's alright, like roll call thing."

jungwon sank into his couch and groaned.

"c'mon," you said, grabbing his wrist gently.

he got up and got his shoes. (you practically had to drag him).

before you both left the door you gave him a small kiss on the cheek and looked at him.

"cute," you said, smiling, and continued walking.

now you're the one being the flirt.. and jungwon loved every second of it!

you could've understood a long lecture. maybe even getting grounded for a week. but a bodyguard? that was extreme, even for them. sure, your parents are famous actors, but you're not. no one really knows you, you're just their kid.

it was mid-evening and you were chilling in your room when your parents called your name from the living room.

"cominggg!" you yelled, dragging yourself off the bed.

you walked into the living room and froze for a second. there was a tall guy with dirty blonde hair standing there. he glanced at you, then quickly looked away.

"this is going to be your new bodyguard," your mom said, patting his shoulder.

"bodyguard?" you crossed your arms.

"yes. your dad and i decided it's for the best."

"but that doesn—"

your mom cut you off instantly. "don't complain."

"he's joining us for dinner, so be polite."

you had to force yourself from rolling your eyes. "okay," you muttered, trailing after her to the dining room.

the table was loaded with food. the new bodyguard politely pulled out chairs for both you and your mom.

"thank you!" your mom said brightly, then shot you a sharp look that meant say something.

"thank you," you mumbled. he just nodded and sat down.

"so what's your name again, sweetie?" your mom asked while cutting her steak.

"nishimura riki... you can call me niki," he said, bowing his head politely.

"nice to meet you, niki. i'm ___ and this is..." your mom gestured to you.

"i'm ___," you said flatly.

"and my husband is ___ — he's at work right now," your mom added.

"nice to meet you both," niki replied.

your mom clapped her hands. "well, let's eat!"

by the time dinner ended, everyone was full and the room had fallen into a peaceful quiet.

"oh niki, let me show you your room!" your mom said cheerfully.

room? you thought. having a bodyguard was bad enough. now he was living here too? this couldn't get any worse.

you followed them out of straight boredom, walking down the long halls of your massive house mansion until they stopped at a guest room.

"you can stay here," your mom said, gesturing inside. "unless you want another one—we have four more."

niki shook his head. "no, this one's great. thank you." he bowed again.

"of course. make yourself at home," she smiled, closing the door gently.

she turned around and saw you standing right behind her.

"still mad?" she asked.

"yeah."

"trust me, love, it's for the best, okay?" she gave you that sweet mom smile.

you loved her, and you knew she was just trying to keep you safe, so you dropped the attitude. "okay."

later that night, you were about to change into pajamas when your phone buzzed.

hey wanna come to a party with me and some others? i'm outside rn.

you peeked out the window and saw your friend waiting with a car full of people. you sighed and texted back.

alright.

you threw on shoes and a jacket and headed for the front door. you passed your parents room—both of them were already asleep. perfect.

you'd totally forgotten about the bodyguard.

right as your hand touched the doorknob, a tall shadow appeared behind you. you almost screamed, thinking it was an intruder, but he gently covered your mouth.

"do you wanna wake up your parents?" he whispered.

you relaxed once you realized it was just niki. he dropped his hand and crossed his arms.

"where are you going?" he asked, tilting his head.

"out."

"your parents don't want you out this late," he said, pointing at the clock.

"i'm an adult. i can go whenever i want."

"look, i'm just doing my job."

he stepped forward, glanced out the window at your friends, then looked back at you.

"those your friends?"

"yeah?"

"tell them you'll go out in the morning."

"i'm not doing that," you said, reaching for the doorknob again.

"okay, i'll say it then," niki shrugged.

"what?"

"c'mon, let's go." he nodded toward outside.

you stood there frozen for a second, which made him laugh quietly under his breath as he walked out anyway.

"where are you going?!" you whisper-shouted, rushing after him.

he walked straight up to your friend.

"who are you?" your friend asked, then she smiled. "wait, don't tell me she has a boyfriend..."

you finally caught up. "he's not my boyfriend. i don't even know this man."

"i'm her bodyguard," niki said bluntly.

"bodyguard?" your friend laughed.

you tilted your head back and sighed dramatically.

"yeah," niki continued, "and she can go out in the morning."

your friend looked between you two, then threw shrugged her shoulders. "okay." she headed back to the car.

you glared at niki as your friends drove off. "you're even worse than my parents."

he just laughed softly, shoved his hands in his pockets, and started walking back to the house like he hadn't ruined your entire night.

you rolled your eyes and followed.

once you were both inside, niki glanced back at you for a second. "goodnight," he said, continuing down the hall.

"night," you mumbled under your breath.

yeah, he's gonna be a problem, you thought to yourself.

it was morning when you walked down to the living room and saw niki talking to your parents. you instantly turned around to go back to your room, but your dad caught you.

"can we talk to you?" he asked.

you slowly dragged yourself over to the couch and sat down.

"so we figured out that you tried to sneak out again last night," your mom said.

you immediately looked at niki. he gave you a small smile. your parents noticed.

"niki didn't tell us anything," your mom added. "we have cameras, you know."

oh shit. you forgot about those.

"but since you're an adult, we'll let you go out at night."

if you didn't have any self control, you would've run laps around the living room cheering.

"really?" you asked, smiling wide.

"yep," your dad said.

"only under one condition."

"niki has to come with you."

you slumped dramatically on the couch and hid your face in your hands.

your parents glanced at niki. "she gets like this sometimes," your dad explained.

later that night, you were getting ready for a party, actually excited that you could finally go out late with your friends. the only downside was the constant thought of your bodyguard lurking around you.

niki was already waiting outside your room when you opened the door.

"okay, i'm ready."

he gave you a quick once-over. you were wearing a basic sleeveless black dress and boots—the most standard party fit ever.

you noticed him looking. "what, are you the outfit police now?"

"it's gonna be cold out."

"okay?"

"you should bring a jacket."

"i'll be fine, thanks," you said, already walking toward the door.

you got to the front door and started looking for your keys on the holder, but they weren't there.

then you heard keys jangling behind you. niki was holding them.

"your parents want me to drive you."

"what th—"

"your parents orders, not mine," he cut you off, opening the front door.

outside, he held the car door open for you. the drive to the party was quiet and awkward. you kept stealing glances at him. one thing you had to admit—he was good looking. too bad his annoying personality ruins it.

when you finally arrived and stepped out, the cold air hit you instantly. causing you to shiver. of course niki noticed, but he didn't say anything.

inside the party it smelled like alcohol and sweat, and niki grimaced. you looked at him.

"you don't like parties?"

"not really."

you hummed in response. it was weirdly the most peaceful conversation you'd had with him. nice, actually.

your friends spotted you and waved you over. you went to join them while niki stayed back. he tapped his foot for a second, scanned the room, then spotted a quiet lobby area with couches. he decided to lounge there, scrolling on his phone... until he eventually dozed off.

one to two hours—maybe even three? who's counting—passed when niki felt a sudden weight on top of him.

"you asleep?" you slurred, completely draped over him.

niki sat up quickly. "what?" he tried to push you off gently.

"you were asleep," you laughed.

"aren't you... you paused, trying to collect your drunk thoughts. "aren't you supposed to be a bodyguard? i don'ttttt think they sleep on the job."

"you smell like alcohol," niki said, finally sitting you up properly.

"'cause i drank alcohol," you answered like it was a obvious question (cause it was).

"so you're drunk?"

"take a guess." you slouched back into the soft lounge chair.

niki rubbed his face. "fuck," he muttered under his breath.

"we should go," he said, gently grabbing your hand.

"why?" you asked, but followed him anyway.

"we need to get you home."

you were too tired and drunk to argue.

the second you stepped outside the party, the cold air hit you again. by the time you reached the car you were shivering hard. niki opened the door for you, helped you in, then sighed and took off his jacket.

"take this," he said, handing it over before closing your door and getting in the driver's side.

you slid the jacket on (backwards, but whatever) and that stopped the shivering.

when he pulled into your big driveway, he got out and opened your door again.

"need help?" he asked, reaching out his hand.

"nope." you said confidently. the second you stepped out, you nearly ate shit.

niki stifled a laugh, helped you up, and made you grab his shoulders for support.

he walked you all the way to your room and waited until you sat on your bed.

"you should drink some water," he said, grabbing the bottle from your bedside and handing it to you.

you took a few sips.

he started backing toward the door. "alright, night."

"wait!" you called.

"hm?" he turned, eyes soft.

"can you stay in here for a little?"

he froze. "uhm, i don't kno—"

"i won't tell my parents you let me get drunk."

he rested his head against the doorframe for a second, then sighed. "alright."

he walked back in and sat on the floor next to your bed.

"uhmmm do... do you wanna talk or something?" you mumbled, still drunk.

you looked down from your bed and saw he was already asleep again.

you caught yourself smiling a little, then slouched down on your unmade bed. except you couldn’t sleep. after a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, you glanced back at niki on the floor and made the drunk decision to slide down next to him. you curled up beside him, head resting on his shoulder.

niki's arm came around you without him waking up. cuddling was for sure NOT a part of the job, but here you both were.