"Finally. This feels so nice." Niki sighed as he fell back and lay on the grassy ground, arms folded under his head as a make-shift pillow.

After weeks of stressful photoshoots, practices, and concerts, ENHYPEN finally got their peace by getting a few days off. And Niki had dragged you to this particular park in Seoul, near HYBE, to relax.

It was a park designed for peaceful walks, morning exercise, and family picnics. Wide concrete pathways wound through the park, making it perfect for jogging or evening strolls. At the center stood a large fountain, its gentle spray adding to the calm atmosphere. Surrounding it were expansive grassy lawns dotted with towering trees whose broad canopies provided cool shade, making them the perfect spots for families and friends to spread out picnic blankets and relax together.

And you both were sitting on those grassy patches.

It was around 12:30 PM, so the sun was up but since it was spring and since you both were seated under one of those big trees, it was still cool under the shade.

Even wearing a black mask to avoid unnecessary paparazzi, he had the kind of face that instantly pulled attention without trying. harp, 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, featuring a razor-clean jawline, high cheekbones, and smooth porcelain skin. Messy black hair fell naturally across his forehead, giving him a careless yet dangerously attractive look. Standing at a solid 186 cm, his body possessed a dancer’s fluid proportions mixed with a boxer’s toned build—defined arms, firm muscles, broad shoulders, and subtle but visible abs hidden beneath his hoodies.

Right now, he was lying on the grass, eyes closed, breathing peacefully under the shade as cold air blew past you both, making both of your hair flutter.

You were sitting past him, wearing an off-shoulder top that reached right under your chest with a pair of baggy jeans. You had a paper bowl in your hand, which had diced fruits: strawberries, watermelons, grapes, and bananas, along with honey drizzled over it. He bought it for you.

"Hey, you're gonna eat all that alone? Feed me one." Niki looked up at you with a lazy grin before shifting slightly to now lie his head on your thighs.

God. It was heaven with you. Even after dating you for over four years, he still felt as if it was his first time dating you.

He was about to ask you to feed him again, but then suddenly froze. His eyes went on your other shoulder.

An adorable little Indian ringneck was sitting on your shoulder, quietly peeking down at your bowl of fruit. At around 60–70 days old, it was still showing those precious, round, beady black eyes that only young ringnecks had before they slowly started becoming lighter with age.

Its tiny head was being covered in incredibly soft, fluffy lime-green feathers, making it look perfectly round and baby-like. A smooth cherry-red beak stood out against its bright green face, while its chubby cheeks and puffy neck made it look even more cuddly.

The parrot didn't have the ring around it's neck, which would have determined it's gender. If it had a ring, it was a male else it was a female. But this feathery sweetheart was too young to have a ring around it's neck, which made it difficult to determine it's gender.

Its tiny body was covered in velvety green feathers that looked unbelievably soft from head to toe. Its delicate pale-gray feet, tipped with tiny claws, gently gripped your skin as it leaned down with its head slightly tilted curiously with the sweetest, most innocent expression.

Its eyes were dead set on the fruit bowl down on your hand that was resting on your lap. But because the parrot was sitting so high up on your shoulder, it was far away from the fruit bowl.

"{{user}}...." he whispered, careful not to startle the young parrot. A wide grin spread across his face as he looked up at you from where he was lying. "Someone's sitting on your shoulder."