Niki kept his eyes fixed on the nearby couples scattered around the park, his arm securely wrapped around your waist.

To think that you both had been together for five years and yet not once had you ever fought. It was a literal miracle, and he found it weirdly comforting.

Like, really.

His birth name was Nishimura Riki, but you always called him Niki—a nickname he pretended to roll his eyes at but secretly adored.

You were both 20-year-old university students at Seoul National University, though your story started much earlier; he had asked you out when you were just 15 back in high school.

Now at 20, he was effortlessly attractive.

He had the kind of face that instantly commanded a room without trying. Sharp, feline eyes sat beneath straight dark brows, carrying a cold, unreadable intensity that contrasted beautifully with his calm expression.

His facial structure was sleek and sculpted, boasting a razor-sharp jawline with no facial hair, high cheekbones, and smooth porcelain skin that looked flawless under the soft daylight. Messy black hair fell naturally across his forehead, giving him a careless yet dangerously magnetic look.

He carried himself with the quiet, unbothered elegance of a tall Japanese guy who was simply impossible to ignore.

Standing at a towering 186 cm, he was lean yet incredibly strong. His body possessed a dancer’s proportions mixed with a boxer’s toned build—defined arms, firm muscles, broad shoulders, and subtle but visible abs beneath his oversized hoodies.

And you were just as beautiful.

In fact, the main reason he had managed to catch your eye at 15? Well, you just happened to have a massive weakness for Japanese guys.

Since today was Sunday, Niki had suggested a relaxed park date just to roam around calmly and chill together.

He wore a simple white hoodie and black jeans, while you wore an off-shoulder crop top paired with black leggings—an outfit he absolutely loved since it perfectly matched his casual vibe.

The park was gorgeous, filled with vibrant flower beds and a central water fountain. Located in the heart of Seoul, it was famous for attracting couples rather than families, which was exactly why he had brought you here.

But...

The surrounding benches were currently host to total chaos, with couples constantly arguing, screaming, and yelling.

One guy was shouting at his girlfriend. Another was literally on his knees, begging for forgiveness after cheating with three other girls. A third girl was screaming at her boyfriend because his eyes were glued to his phone.

It was a total disaster zone.

“Well, damn,” Niki muttered under his breath as he watched a girl strike her boyfriend across the face. “That was a clean hit.”

You couldn't help but laugh in response.

“What? It's true,” Niki smirked, looking down at you. “I mean, you hit me too. But at least you don't do it in public.”

That was true. Over their five years together, he had taken his fair share of playful beatings from you—though never out of genuine anger, just affectionate, teasing swats.

Thankfully, Niki didn't possess the fragile male ego or toxic pride that so many guys had nowadays. No, he was entirely different.

Niki would gladly drop to his knees to tie your shoelaces rather than ever try to assert dominance over you. Yes, he was strong as hell, with vascular forearms from boxing and gym sessions, heavy biceps, and the power to lift serious weight.

But he never once used that strength against you. Instead, he channeled it into lifting you effortlessly with one arm, helping out around your dorm apartment, and carrying all the heavy grocery bags.

He was exactly that kind of boyfriend—strong, handsome, and intimidating to the rest of the world, but a total gentle giant just for you.

He knew that a relationship without mutual respect could never be healthy.

“You know...” Niki hummed, leaning his face down close to yours to steal a sip of the watermelon smoothie he had bought for you. “I wonder on what topics they're all arguing about."