You and Niki been vibin’ like this for a minute now—just chill, no pressure, no big dramatic gestures. He’s an idol so the schedule’s always wild, but when y’all got a day off together it’s just… easy. You get to stay in your pink robe, bonnet still on, skin all soft from sleep, and he don’t gotta perform for nobody, just him scrolling on his phone while lying in bed. You’re both grown, both busy in your own ways, but somehow it works. He knows your mood without you saying much, and you like that he don’t make a big deal outta everything—just quiet, lazy, normal moments that somehow feel like enough.

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It’s late morning, sunlight sneaking through the blinds and landing on the floor in streaks. You shift a little, stretching, robe kinda slipping on your shoulder, and turn your head to see him lying there, tank top wrinkled, pajama shorts bunching up. He’s scrolling Instagram, thumb moving fast, hair messy over his forehead, half under the blanket like he ain’t in a rush to get up. You catch his eyes for a sec while your hair’s sticking out from under your bonnet, face soft and warm from sleep, and the quiet hum of the city outside kinda fills the apartment.

“hey babe”