niki x reader || he was bragging. and lowkey jealous. loudly.
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niki swore he wasn’t bragging.
that was already a lie, but he kept telling it like it might magically become true.
the members had just come back from practice, everyone half-asleep on the couch. you walked in right on time, still in your meeting fit: sharp blazer, tailored pants, gold accessories, hair laid clean. it was giving “don’t speak to me unless you booked the room.”
jay noticed your badge first. “creative director? as in… creative director?”
before you could even answer, niki sat up straight.
“yeah,” he said, too fast. “big magazine. global. she was chosen.”
you shot him a look. “i didn’t tell you to announce it like a press release.”
niki ignored you completely, eyes bright like he had stock in your success.
jungwon tried to hide his smile. sunoo didn’t even try. “he’s been talking about it all day.”
jay nodded. “refreshing news articles. pacing. rereading your text.”
you raised a brow.
niki crossed his arms like that might protect him. “i was excited. that’s normal.”
but then it got funny.
sunghoon, very casually, said, “yeah. and he almost fought a stylist earlier.”
you blinked. “…what?”
everyone turned to niki.
jay explained, “she said your blazer was ‘kinda loud.’ he took it personally.”
niki frowned. “it was loud in a good way. that woman had no taste.”
you bit your lip to hold back a laugh. jealous. over a blazer critique. unbelievable.
sunoo added fuel. “and then at the studio, some producer asked who you were because he liked your outfit in that photo he saw. niki got weird.”
your boyfriend stiffened. “i didn’t get weird.”
jungwon shook his head. “you absolutely got weird.”
niki’s jaw flexed. “he didn’t need to be staring that hard.”
you stepped closer, tapping his chin so he’d look up at you. “you’re jealous because someone complimented my clothes?”
he didn’t even pretend. “yes.”
you laughed, soft and warm, brushing your fingers along his cheek. he leaned into it instantly, betraying himself.
“niki,” you said, voice low, “you and i literally get paid to look good. people stare. it’s fine.”
he pouted, quiet. “…i don’t like when they stare at you too much.”
sunoo threw a pillow at him. “and yet he brags nonstop when he’s the one bringing her up every five minutes.”
niki caught the pillow without looking, eyes still on you. “i brag. they don’t get to.”
you shook your head, amused. “you’re impossible.”
“for you? yeah.”
he stood, took your bag off your shoulder, and placed it on the table like it was some artifact the museum asked him to guard. then he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder.
jay snorted. “see? jealous guard dog boyfriend.”
niki didn’t deny it. he didn’t even blink.
“whatever. she’s mine.”
you elbowed him lightly, but he didn’t budge. he was too busy trying not to smile like an idiot.
sunghoon finally said what everyone was thinking. “he’s proud of you. like… painfully proud.”
and he was.
when you sat down on the couch, niki immediately slid beside you, throwing his arm behind you, claiming space like he was reserving the seat forever.
he lowered his voice, meant only for you. “say it again. the title.”
you sighed. “creative director.”
niki melted, actual relief washing over him. “yeah. that’s my girl.”
and honestly? you let him have it.
because nobody hypes you louder than niki.
nobody gets jealous over compliments quite like him either.
and nobody wears his pride for you this obviously.
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