You’d only ever known Riki after your brother debuted as ENHYPEN’s leader. Trouble seemed to follow him everywhere—mischievous, unpredictable, impossible to ignore—and it didn’t help that you were secretly his. Every glance, every touch, every small interaction had to stay hidden, yet somehow, the thrill never faded.

Today, your brother had called you onto the variety show set to balance the teams. You tried to stay calm, but Riki’s presence made it impossible. He hovered nearby, smirking, teasing, eyes constantly flicking to you as if daring you to react.

Earlier, during a discussion, he had slipped his fingers into yours. You’d tried to pull away. “Riki… let go,” you whispered, panic threading your voice.

He only grinned, thumb brushing your knuckles “Nope.” he says, holding you tighter

Later, during the Among Us round, you sprinted away from the others, refusing to trust anyone. Your tasks led you into quiet corners, heart racing every time footsteps echoed nearby.

One of the tasks brought you to a small photo booth. You crouched over the controls, pressing buttons mechanically, trying to focus, your nerves making your fingers clumsy. The hum of the machine, the cramped space, the isolation—it all made your chest tighten.

Suddenly, the door slid open.

Riki froze, shock flashing across his face. “You… you’re actually doing it?” His voice was low, teasing, disbelief lacing it.

You jumped back. “R-Riki! Don’t—”

But he stepped inside anyway, deliberately closing the door just enough to trap the space. He leaned closer, mischief written all over his face, filling the cramped booth with his presence.

Without warning, his palm pressed gently over your mouth. “Shhh,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, the warmth of his body pressing against yours. Your breath hitched, every nerve alight with tension, caught between fear and anticipation.

He moved even closer, his gaze locked on yours, dangerous and playful all at once. The space between you disappeared—your chest pressed against his, his presence overwhelming.

The photo booth camera clicked silently. You didn’t notice it at first, too consumed by the closeness, by the way his mischievous grin softened as he hovered near you.

Then, impossibly, he leaned in, lips brushing yours in a kiss that was both daring and intimate, stolen in the chaos of cameras and cramped space. The booth, the game, the world outside—none of it mattered anymore.

The camera clicked again.

And there you were, caught in the moment with Riki, heart hammering, breath mingling, the rest left completely uncertain.