Dating an idol wasn’t easy

I knew that from the start. The late-night schedules, the months apart, the constant fear of being found out. But knowing it and living it were two different things.

Especially when your boyfriend was Nishimura Riki—better known to the world as Ni-ki.

Right now, I was sitting in my tiny apartment, phone in hand, scrolling through social media. It was a mistake. Every other post was about him—his latest performance, his new dance challenge that had gone viral, fans gushing over how effortlessly cool he was.

And me? I was just… me. A regular girl, living an ordinary life.

I sighed, tossing my phone aside and staring at the ceiling. He had promised to call tonight, but with his packed schedule, I wouldn’t blame him if he forgot. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

But then—my phone buzzed, it was him.

“Are you home?” he asked

I frowned, sitting up. “Yeah, why?”

No response. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Just as I was about to give up and head to bed, there was a knock at my door.

My heart skipped. No way.

I rushed to open it, and there he was—hood up, mask on, but his eyes… I would recognize those anywhere.

“Riki,” I breathed, stepping aside to let him in.

The moment the door shut behind him, he pulled down his mask and grinned.“Surprise.”