Shyoko ★

His gaze locked onto yours with coldness, but before he could do something he might regret, he turned around and headed quickly toward his room. However, your hand caught his wrist, stopping him.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked, your fingers still tangled around his wrist. You felt his pulse race beneath your touch.

He turned around sharply.

“I’m fine, thanks. Why don’t you go fuck your boyfriend instead of trailing after me like you give a damn about how I feel?”

His words were harsh, sharp as daggers. He was falling apart, yet he still spat venom.

“Why do you say I don’t—” “Shut up,” he cut in abruptly. “Why are you acting like a child—” “I said shut the fuck up,” he raised his voice, sounding even rougher than before. “Stop talking to me like—”

His hands grabbed your face roughly and he crashed his lips against yours without any care. Your eyes widened in shock, unsure how to react.

A second later, he pulled away just as abruptly, as if he had finally realized what he had done. He had just kissed his friend’s girlfriend. Although… Sunghoon was the bastard who hadn’t given a damn about his feelings.

You stumbled a few steps back and entered Sunghoon’s room. Shortly after, you came out with your bag packed, accompanied by a confused Sunghoon, surprised by how quickly you were leaving. And you, your mind in complete chaos, couldn’t stop wondering why you had liked the kiss from your boyfriend’s friend so much.

You needed time. Time to understand and process everything that had just happened.

✧ Jay ----------

Jay noticed the very second you walked into the living room. It wasn’t because he wanted to look… it was because he couldn’t help it. The hickey on your neck was impossible to ignore. Dark. Fresh. Jake’s.

His jaw tightened instantly. He didn’t say anything, but he stopped smiling. His eyes lingered on your neck longer than they should have before he finally looked away, as if it burned.

“So now Jake’s marking his territory?” he muttered, a crooked smile on his lips that never reached his eyes.

He tried to act normal for the rest of the day, but he was sharper, more distant. He answered in short replies. Every time Jake got close to you, Jay looked away… or clenched his fists.

That night, when you were already home, your phone vibrated.

Jay: I see he left you a very visible reminder.

You didn’t reply.

A few minutes later, another notification. Explicit photos, they were far too intimate: memories of the two of you, old screenshots, moments only you had shared. Images loaded with intention.

Jay: Do you really think Jake even comes close to the sole of my shoes?

A knot formed in your stomach.

Jay: It pisses me off to think you’re not being taken care of the same way anymore. Because you and I both know I knew exactly how to do it.

The typing bubble appeared… disappeared… appeared again.

Jay: It’s not your fault. You’re just with someone who isn’t me.

You locked your phone, your heart racing. You were with Jake. You knew that. But Jay had found exactly where to press: the memories, the ego, the parts that still hurt.

And the worst part of all…

was that a part of you hated how much his words still affected you.

✧ Jake ----------

The dinner had been calm. Laughter, overlapping conversations, glasses clinking softly. Jake had acted like he always did: attentive, playful, making sure you lacked nothing. No one would have guessed what was churning inside him.

When you said goodbye to the others and got into the car, the silence became comfortable… at least for a few seconds. He started the engine, driving toward your boyfriend Jungwon’s house, just as he had promised.

“Thanks for bringing me,” you said with a tired smile when he parked.

Jake turned off the engine and looked at you. “Of course.”

He leaned in to hug you, like always. One of those hugs that felt like home—safe, familiar. But suddenly his body tensed. You noticed it immediately.

“Jake…?” you murmured, confused.

He pulled away slowly, far too slowly. His eyes were fixed on your neck.

The mark was obvious. There was no way to hide it.

His jaw tightened and he looked away, running a hand through the back of his neck as if he needed air.

“No,” he said quietly, more to himself than to you. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” you asked, still not understanding.

He started the car again.

“I’m not leaving you there.”

“What? But—” you frowned. “Jake, that’s my boyfriend’s house.”

He let out a dry, bitter laugh.

“I know. That’s exactly why.”

He drove a few meters before speaking again, his voice tense, broken.

“I’m really messed up, you know?” he confessed. “Because if I leave you there, I have to imagine things I shouldn’t. Things that…” he swallowed, “…that should only be mine.”

You turned toward him, your heart racing.

“Jake…”

“I’ve had to endure too much,” he continued, not looking at you. “Seeing you with others, seeing you being affectionate, pretending nothing’s wrong. And now you come and stand right in front of my fucking face with a hickey.”

He stopped the car abruptly in front of your house.

“That’s too much.”

Silence fell heavily between the two of you.

“I love you,” he finally said, his voice breaking. “And it hurts like hell to pretend I don’t. I can’t keep being the friend who drops you off at someone else’s place knowing you might do things with him that I’ve wanted to do with you for years.”

Then he looked at you. His eyes were bright—honest, vulnerable.

“I’m not asking you for anything,” he added. “Just… don’t ask me to keep pretending I don’t care.”

He opened the car door, giving you space to decide.

And you, your heart in complete chaos, knew that nothing would ever be that simple again.

✧ Sunghoon ----------

The cold of the rink had always been your refuge. The sound of blades cutting through the ice, the frozen air filling your lungs… normalcy. Until you walked in.

Sunghoon was already there, stretching by the boards. When he saw you arrive with your scarf pulled up high, almost covering your chin, he let out a mocking laugh.

“What’s with that look?” he said loudly. “Since when do you skate so covered up?”

A few glances turned toward the two of you. You only smiled nervously, saying nothing, tugging the scarf a little higher.

That caught his attention.

“Come on,” he insisted, stepping closer. “Take that off. It’s not Siberia.”

Before you could react, he reached out and gently tugged at the scarf, more teasing than malicious… until he froze.

The hickey was exposed.

For a second, the world froze harder than the ice beneath your feet.

Sunghoon’s smile vanished. His features hardened, jaw tight, dark eyes locked onto your neck as if he’d just been struck.

“So…” he murmured, not finishing the sentence.

He pulled his hand back abruptly, took a step away, and didn’t say another word. He removed his skates with rough movements, grabbed his things, and left the rink without looking back.

He didn’t return for the rest of the class.

Training ended with a knot in your stomach that didn’t go away even after leaving the locker room. You took out your phone.

Notifications.

Heeseung (7 missed calls) Heeseung: What the fuck is going on? Sunghoon texted me. Tell me you’re not cheating on me.

Your pulse quickened.

Before you could reply, audio messages came in. Not from Heeseung.

They were from Sunghoon.

Nothing explicit—but far too recognizable: his low, intimate voice, sound memories of moments only the two of you had shared. Pieces of the past sent with a very clear intention.

One last message from him appeared beneath them.

Sunghoon: Ask Heeseung if this counts as betrayal too.

You felt everything crash down on you.

Another message from Heeseung arrived almost instantly.

Heeseung: Why does he have this? Why does it sound like it happened recently? Tell me the truth.

You stared at the screen, the ice far behind you now, the cold settled deep in your chest.

Sunghoon hadn’t returned to class… but he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

✧ Sunoo ----------

The apartment had felt different for weeks.

It wasn’t the place. It was you. It was Ni-ki.

Sunoo noticed it from the very beginning, but he tried to convince himself he could handle it. That he could get used to seeing you together, to the long looks, to the smiles that were no longer meant for him. Even those nights when he locked himself in his room with his headphones on, turning the volume up so he wouldn’t hear things he never wanted to imagine.

But that day… was different.

You were in the kitchen when he saw it. Your neck slightly exposed. The mark there—obvious, fresh. The hickey.

Sunoo froze. Too still.

He smiled. A smile that never reached his eyes.

He didn’t say a word. He just went into his room and started packing his life into suitcases.

When you saw him dragging them toward the door, you frowned.

“Sunoo?” you asked, confused. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t look at you at first.

“I’m moving out.”

“What? What do you mean you’re moving out?” you stepped closer. “Why?”

He sighed—long and shaky, like he’d been holding it in for days. He closed his eyes for a second… then turned to face you.

“Because I can’t take it anymore.”

“Sunoo—”

He didn’t let you finish. He stepped forward and took your face in his hands, holding you firmly but without hurting you. His thumbs brushed your skin with a tenderness that betrayed him.

“I can’t stand seeing you with someone else,” he said quietly, broken. “I understand that you love Ni-ki. I really try to. But I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to wake up knowing I’m not the one anymore.”

His breath mingled with yours.

“I just…” he swallowed. “I loved you too. More than I should have.”

His eyes dropped. They lingered on your lips. For too long.

For a second, everything seemed to stop. The air grew thick, heavy with something neither of you dared to name. His hands tightened just a little more… and then, as if realizing what he was about to do, he pulled away abruptly.

He stepped back.

“No,” he murmured. “It wouldn’t be fair.”

He grabbed the last suitcase, avoiding your gaze.

“Take care,” he said from the doorway. “And tell Ni-ki…” he stopped, shaking his head. “Never mind.”

The door closed behind him.

And the silence he left was worse than any noise you had ever heard.

✧ Jungwon ----------

You never thought such a small lie could grow this big.

Saying Jay was your boyfriend. Pretending something that didn’t exist just to see if Jungwon truly cared about you. Even the hickey… fake. Makeup. A mark carefully created in front of the mirror, telling yourself it was nothing, that it was just a game.

Until Jungwon saw it.

He didn’t say anything that day. He just smiled—distant, detached—as if he had suddenly learned not to expect anything from you. And that hurt more than you had imagined.

Days later, you saw him with her.

It wasn’t your imagination. It wasn’t a misunderstanding. It was real.

She was standing too close. Her hand on Jungwon’s arm. And on his neck… a mark that needed no explanation.

You felt your chest crack open.

“So… this is real?” you asked, your voice trembling.

Jungwon looked at you, surprised, but his expression hardened almost immediately.

“I thought you wouldn’t care,” he replied. “You were with Jay, weren’t you?”

That was enough for everything to explode.

You stepped forward and started hitting his chest, not hard, tears spilling freely.

“You’re an idiot!” you sobbed. “A complete idiot!”

“Y/N—”

“I like you!” you confessed through your tears. “I like you so much! And now you do this, you’re with someone else, when I—”

You pulled away abruptly, running a hand over your neck.

“Do you know what the worst part is?” you said, your voice broken. “None of it was even real.”

Jungwon frowned.

“What?”

“The hickey,” you admitted. “It was fake. Jay isn’t my boyfriend. He never was. I lied because I wanted to make you jealous… and now I understand how awful that was. I deserve this.”

Tears fell uncontrollably.

“But I’m still angry at you,” you added. “Because instead of asking me, you chose to hurt me. And because you’re an idiot for thinking I didn’t care about you.”

Jungwon stayed still. The girl beside him immediately understood she didn’t belong there and left without a word.

He took a step toward you, his eyes heavy with guilt.

“I was so angry when I saw your neck…” he confessed. “I felt like I had lost you. And I thought that if you could fake something like that, I could do the same.”

He approached slowly, carefully.

“If I had known it was a lie…” he shook his head. “I’d kill Jay just for letting you do something like that to provoke me.”

You let out a bitter laugh through your tears.

“You’re still an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot,” he said softly.

He gently took your face and kissed you. It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was a kiss of apology, of relief, of finally. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For not asking. For letting jealousy win.”

He wrapped his arms around you in a warm, tight hug—one that repaired the damage just a little.

“Don’t lie to me again,” he asked.

“Don’t be so stupid again,” you replied, burying your face in his chest.

He smiled and gave you a short, almost childish kiss.

“Deal.”

✧ Ni-ki ----------

The atmosphere in the apartment had felt off ever since you walked in.

Ni-ki noticed immediately.

You were wearing an oversized sweatshirt, but as you bent down to put your bag away, your neck slipped just enough. Just enough. The mark was there, bold and impossible to hide.

Ni-ki stared. He didn’t hide it.

“Wow…” he muttered, a half-smile on his lips. “Sunoo’s been creative lately, hasn’t he?”

You spun around, pulling your sweatshirt up.

“Ni-ki.”

“What?” he shrugged. “I’m just saying—it doesn’t seem like his style.”

That hurt more than it should have.

Sunoo was in the kitchen and heard his name.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, peeking out.

Ni-ki leaned against the counter, arms crossed, looking him up and down.

“Nothing,” he replied. “I was just admiring your… handiwork.”

Sunoo frowned.

“Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Ni-ki let out a low, humorless laugh.

“Relax, hyung. I’m just surprised you’d mark her like that, then act like you don’t know how to defend what’s yours.”

The silence hit like a bomb.

“Ni-ki, enough,” you said, uncomfortable.

But he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking at Sunoo. Challenging him.

“Or am I wrong?” he continued. “Because I’ve known her longer. I know what she likes… and what she doesn’t.”

Sunoo stepped forward.

“Don’t you ever talk about her like that again.”

Ni-ki smiled. Slow. Provocative.

“Relax,” he said. “If she’s with you, it must be for a reason, right?”

Then he looked at you. His eyes landed on your neck again.

“Although…” he added, “I hope you don’t have to exaggerate just to keep him.”

That was the limit.

“Ni-ki!” you raised your voice.

He raised his hands, pretending to surrender.

“Fine, fine. I’ll shut up.”

Sunoo took your hand and led you to his room, closing the door harder than necessary.

But hours later, when you stepped into the hallway to get some water, Ni-ki was leaning against the wall, waiting for you.

“I shouldn’t have said that in front of him,” he admitted quietly. “But I don’t regret it.”

“You’re an idiot,” you whispered.

“I know,” he took a step toward you. “But tell me you don’t like it a little when someone gets jealous over you.”

He was too close. He didn’t touch you. He didn’t need to.

“I have a boyfriend,” you reminded him.

“And a hickey,” he replied, not looking away. “Guess I’m screwed.”

He leaned in just enough for his voice to brush against your ear.

“I’m just telling you one thing,” he murmured. “If you ever get tired of being loved halfway… don’t pretend you don’t know where to find me.”

He stepped back before you could answer and shut himself in his room.

You stayed there, heart racing, angry… and hating yourself a little for how much it had affected you.

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Before you can reply, he pounces. His fingers find your waist, your neck, any spot that makes you squirm. The tickle war starts, and you can barely breathe through your laughter.

“Hee! Stop!” you manage between gasps.

“Nope, this is justice,” he grins, merciless.

You struggle to escape, but he’s stronger and clearly not letting you off the hook. When you finally collapse, breathless, Heeseung seizes the chance: he cups your face in both hands, and this time there’s no dodging. His lips catch yours in a quick, certain kiss.

“There. Balance restored,” he murmurs, triumphant.

You glare at him—half annoyed, half amused—but he just settles back next to you as if nothing happened, though his smile betrays him.

“Don’t try that again,” you warn.

“We’ll see,” he replies, tucking your head against his shoulder, confident that next time, you won’t get away so easily.

✧ Jay ----------

The kitchen smells amazing. Jay always takes the art of cooking a little too seriously, and today he decided to prepare the whole dinner. You sit at the counter, watching the precise way his hands move as he tastes the sauce. After a sip with the wooden spoon, he turns to you with a confident smile.

“Try it.” he says, holding out the spoon.

You obey, and the sauce is so good you can’t help but smile. Jay, satisfied with your reaction, leans in a little closer. And just when you expect him to say something about the recipe, you notice the look in his eyes: he’s not going for a comment, he’s going straight for your lips.

With a quick move, you turn your face to the side. He ends up just inches from your cheek, so close he almost crashes into your shoulder. He freezes, processing what just happened.

“…Did you just dodge me?” he asks in a voice so low it’s almost scary.

You give him a mischievous smile and shrug like it’s nothing. Jay, however, slowly steps back, sets the spoon on the counter, and folds his arms.

“This is worse than criticizing my seasoning.” he says with mock seriousness, as if you’d insulted his deepest pride.

You try to hold back your laughter, but he keeps up the act: walking to the fridge, opening it without really looking, and letting out a dramatic sigh.

“So much effort, so much dedication… and this is how you repay me.”

In the end, you move closer and tug at his shirt, trying to break him out of his martyr role. But Jay doesn’t budge, not even an inch.

“No, I don’t want anything now.” he says with pursed lips, though the sparkle in his eyes betrays his amusement.

You lean in to kiss him, but this time he turns his head away, copying you shamelessly. You stare at him with your mouth open, and he smiles in satisfaction.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” he whispers, voice laced with both teasing and tenderness.

Finally, he can’t hold it any longer and closes the distance, catching you off guard with a slow but inevitable kiss. When he pulls back, he murmurs softly:

“That’s so you learn not to play with fire.”

And just like that, he returns to the stove as if nothing happened—though the victorious smile on his face is impossible to hide.

✧ Jake ----------

The afternoon is calm, the sun setting and the cool air matching the mood. You walk together down the street, no rush, hands intertwined. Jake is telling some funny story about Layla, exaggerating every detail just to make you laugh. You watch him fondly, because you know he loves being the center of your attention.

Suddenly, he goes quiet. His hand squeezes yours a little, and when you glance at him, he’s already looking at you with that goofy smile that always gives him away. He leans in slowly, intention written all over his eyes. You know what’s coming.

When his lips are just a breath away from yours, you turn your head. Jake ends up kissing the air, stumbling slightly over his own steps.

“Huh?” he blurts out, surprised.

You keep walking as if nothing happened. But he stays frozen, still holding your hand, dragging behind you with the most incredulous expression in the world.

“You did not just reject me!” he says, clutching his chest like he’s suffered a fatal blow.

You try to hold back your laughter, but his wounded-puppy face makes it impossible. Jake suddenly stops and plants himself in front of you, blocking the path.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you did that on purpose.”

You don’t answer, just smile. That’s enough to make him let out a dramatic groan and crouch down, hiding his face in his hands.

“This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me…”

A few passersby glance curiously, which makes him snap back up. He straightens immediately, takes your hand again, his brows furrowed but his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Fine. If you want to play, we’ll play. But I’m not losing.”

The rest of the walk, he keeps trying: a quick kiss on your forehead, another on your nose, even a surprise attempt when you’re distracted looking at a shop window. You dodge them all, and it only fuels his competitiveness.

When you finally reach your front door, Jake steps ahead, gently pins you against the wall, and says in a low voice:

“Last chance.”

You don’t have time to answer. This time, with all the determination he can muster, he gets what he wants: a stolen kiss that leaves you no chance to react. When he pulls back, he smiles proudly.

“Knew I’d win in the end.”

✧ Sunghoon ----------

The echo of the music still lingers in the room. Sunghoon turns off the speaker and drops to the floor, breathing heavily after another intense practice. You walk in with a bottle of water, and he takes it with a tired but satisfied smile.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he says before drinking it all in one go.

He wipes his forehead with the towel, and even though he’s still sweaty, he doesn’t skip his routine of fixing his hair in the mirror, as if he could never allow himself to look bad. You watch him in amusement, and he notices.

“What?” he asks, raising a brow.

“Nothing, just… you’re so you,” you reply, laughing.

Sunghoon shoots you a look that’s half playful, half challenging, then walks over with calm steps and leans toward you. You already know where this is going: his lips aiming for yours, with that quiet confidence that’s so him. But at the very last second, you turn your head, and he ends up brushing your cheek instead.

He freezes, surprised. Slowly pulling back, he blinks, like his brain needs a moment to process what just happened.

“Did you just… dodge me?” his voice is low, almost disbelieving.

You only smile and nod mischievously.

Sunghoon lets out a short laugh, running a hand over his neck. He tries to play it off, but the sparkle in his eyes betrays him.

“Alright, I get it. I must be a mess right now…” he mutters, standing to go back to the mirror.

There, like it’s a ritual, he fixes his hair, adjusts his shirt, even sprays on a bit of cologne from the bottle he keeps in his bag. You watch with your arms crossed, amused by his bruised pride.

When he’s done, he walks back over with a dangerous smile.

“Give me five minutes,” he says, voice low and sure. “You won’t be able to resist.”

And he keeps his promise. This time he doesn’t rush in—he plays with you. Leaning closer, then pulling back, making you chase him with your eyes. In the end, when you least expect it, he catches your waist and steals a slow, intense kiss that wipes away any trace of teasing.

When he pulls back, his smile is full of satisfaction.

“Knew I just needed the upgraded version of me.”

You roll your eyes, but deep down you know that with him, dodging isn’t as easy as you thought.

✧ Sunoo ----------

It’s a quiet afternoon in your room. You’re lying on the bed, distracted by your phone, when Sunoo shows up without warning. He comes in with that bright energy he always carries and settles next to you like it’s his natural place.

“Hey, are you ignoring me?” he asks, leaning in to peek at what you’re looking at on the screen.

Before you can answer, he moves even closer. His lips are about to brush against yours—quick, soft, leaving you no time to react… but you do. Turning your head at the very last second, you manage to let his kiss fall into the air.

The silence lasts only two seconds, but it feels eternal.

Sunoo freezes, eyes wide. Slowly, he pulls back and stares at you with a look of utter betrayal.

“…Did you just reject me?”

You can’t help but laugh, which only makes it worse. He clutches his chest and lets out a dramatic gasp.

“This is unforgivable!” he declares, collapsing face-down on the bed. He smacks the mattress with his hands like he’s in a Greek tragedy, mumbling into the sheets, “I never thought you’d treat me like this…”

You try to calm him down, but he turns his head away, refusing to look at you. His offended silence lasts barely a minute before he sneaks a side glance, lips in a pout so exaggerated it almost looks fake.

“It hurts, you know? Me, who always treats you like royalty… and you do this to me.”

You laugh and try to get closer, but Sunoo suddenly sits up, pushing you back with a theatrical wave of his hand.

“No, I don’t want your scraps of affection now,” he says, like the lead in a heartbreaking drama.

Of course, his act doesn’t last long. The second you pretend to get serious and threaten to stand up, Sunoo grabs your wrist quickly.

“Wait, wait.” His eyes glimmer mischievously. “Fine… I forgive you. But you’re going to make it up to me.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply. He leans in again, this time more determined, and gets exactly what he wanted from the start: a sweet, lingering kiss that wipes away his fake drama in seconds.

When he pulls back, he smiles victoriously.

“See? You can’t resist me.”

And he curls up by your side, as if his whole tragedy never even happened.

✧ Jungwon ----------

It’s a quiet afternoon in the dorm living room. You’re sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone while Jungwon, right beside you, flips through a notebook. Lately, he’s been so focused, wanting to prove he can handle everything: practice, homework, responsibilities… and still somehow make time for you.

Suddenly, he closes the notebook and looks at you with a small but confident smile.

“I deserve a reward for everything I do, don’t you think?” he says, leaning toward you.

You know exactly what he means, and just as his lips are about to brush yours, you turn your head. The kiss lands on your cheek instead.

For a moment, Jungwon freezes. Then he slowly pulls back, brows furrowed.

“…Did you just dodge me?”

You try to laugh it off nervously, but that only makes him narrow his eyes further. Crossing his arms, he takes on that “angry leader” stance that you could never take seriously.

“You know that was disrespectful, right?” he says firmly, like he’s scolding a group member.

You burst out laughing.

“Don’t exaggerate, Won! It was just a joke.”

“A joke that hurts,” he shoots back immediately, deadly serious.

He keeps staring at you, and though his expression is stern, his cheeks are flushed. You realize he’s not so much angry as embarrassed.

“Did you really get upset?” you ask, still smiling.

Jungwon sighs, looking away, biting his lower lip. Without meeting your eyes, he murmurs:

“It’s not that I’m upset… it’s just… well, I don’t do these things with just anyone.”

His words leave you quiet for a few seconds. Noticing your silence, Jungwon turns back with the faintest pout.

“Fine, I’ll forgive you. But only because I like you,” he finally says, lowering his guard a little.

This time he leans in slower, and even though you look like you might dodge him again, the firm way he holds your chin makes it impossible. His lips brush yours in a short but determined kiss.

When he pulls back, he smiles victoriously.

“That’s better. And don’t play with me again,” he warns, though his eyes are shining with tenderness.

✧ Ni-ki ----------

The room is lit only by the TV screen. Niki has the controller in his hands and a confident smile on his lips. You sit beside him, watching the speed of his moves, his focus locked on the game. Suddenly, he pauses and turns toward you with that mischievous look that always means trouble.

“You know what’s better than winning this game?” he asks, leaning in.

Before you can answer, he moves in for a kiss. But you turn your head at the last second, and he ends up kissing the air. He freezes, eyes wide.

“…Did you just dodge me?” he asks in disbelief.

You smile innocently.

“Maybe.”

Niki leans back against the couch, one hand over his chest.

“This is illegal,” he declares with utter seriousness. “If you’re going to play dirty, so can I.”

Before you can reply, he resumes the game, and within two minutes, he scores a flawless win. Tossing the controller onto the couch, he leans toward you so quickly you don’t even get the chance to move away. His lips catch yours in a short but certain kiss.

When he pulls back, he grins like he’s won a trophy.

“New rule: every time I win, I get a kiss.”

“And if you lose?” you ask, amused.

“That’s not going to happen,” he replies with absolute confidence, grabbing the controller again.

And sure enough, every victory turns into an excuse. Niki doesn’t miss a single one: the moment “WINNER” flashes on the screen, he drops the controller, leans in, and steals another kiss. Some are quick, some last a little longer, but all of them carry that spark of competitiveness that defines him.

“See? I’m unbeatable,” he brags after his third win, his lips still brushing yours.

In the end, you don’t even bother dodging. His eyes light up with satisfaction every time he repeats the routine: win, boast, kiss you. And while the game still runs on the screen, you know what he really cares about isn’t the score, but the perfect excuse he invented to keep you close.

After another victory, he leans in again and murmurs against your lips:

“Better than any trophy.”

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