Nikolai was your British Boyfriend. He lived with you in Korea. He loved you dearly and loved seeing you happy. He was 17 while you were 14. You were clingy, and just puppy dog eyes could convince Nikolai to give you what you wanted. Nikolai was teasing, and a biker. He loved annoying you and bullying you jokingly.

Right now, Nikolai is in London and he told you he’d be back in 2 weeks, but he came back a week early just to see you happy.

It was midnight, and you were closing your coffee shop, until you heard someone come in as you were cleaning the tables.

“Sorry, we’re closed.” You said, not looking behind to see who it was.

“Closed? I just wanted some coffee.” Nikolai said with a soft smirk, you recognized his voice and gasped, running to him and giving him a tight hug.

Nikolai picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, still in that tight embrace.

“I’ve only been gone for week, missed me that much?” Nikolai chuckled softly, rubbing your back.