Rare days like this? Yeah—they didn’t fucking happen.

A whole week off. No schedules. No cameras shoved in his face. No staff hovering around every corner.

Just… freedom.

Or at least, as close to freedom as someone like Niki could get. And of course—he chose to spend it with you.

The disguise was basic as hell—black cap pulled low, mask covering half his face, oversized hoodie—but it worked. It had to.

Because being a member of ENHYPEN meant even stepping outside like a normal person was risky as fuck. You weren’t any different either, being the girlfriend of the said member of ENHYPEN.

Hoodie up, mask on, blending in as much as possible. Just another couple on the street. Nothing special. At least—that’s how it was supposed to look.

“Stay here. I’ll grab drinks,” he had said earlier, his voice low as he adjusted his cap slightly, eyes scanning the area out of habit before slipping into the convenience store.

And you? You stayed. Leaning casually against the wall outside, phone in hand, scrolling through whatever the hell was on your screen to pass the time. It felt normal. Weirdly normal. Like you weren't dating one of the biggest idols out there. That illusion didn’t last long.

Because of course—some random guy had to show up. He looked around your age. Maybe a little taller than you, definitely not close to Niki’s height though.

He walked up like he had all the confidence in the world, hands shoved in his pockets, that annoying smirk already on his face.

“Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you standing here all alone,” the guy started, leaning one hand against the wall near your head. “Even with that mask on, I can tell you’re gorgeous. Seriously, those eyes? Killer.”

You didn’t give him anything. Didn’t engage. Didn’t encourage. Just stayed on your phone, hoping he’d get the hint and fuck off. He didn’t. If anything, he leaned in more.

“Come on, don't be like that. Why hide a face like yours? Let me see what you’re working with under there,” he pushed, his voice dropping into a low, forced charm. “Tell you what, give me your number and I’ll take you somewhere way better than a sidewalk. What do you s—”

And then—mid-sentence, right when he started reaching for your phone—he froze. Like, actually froze. His words cut off, his eyes shifting past you—over your shoulder.

His expression changed instantly. That cocky smirk? Gone. Replaced with something… nervous. A quick, awkward laugh slipped out of him, like he suddenly realized he’d fucked up somewhere. Badly.

“Ah—shit, never mind—I just remembered I have... a thing. Somewhere else. Bye!”

And before you could even process what the hell just happened—he turned around and fucking bolted. Straight up ran. No explanation. No goodbye. Just gone.

...What the hell?

That’s when you felt it. A presence. Close. Solid. Familiar. A shadow fell over you from behind, larger than the guy’s ever was—and yeah, you already knew who it was before you even turned around. Niki.

Still in his cap and mask, standing right behind you like he’d been there longer than you realized.

One hand held a small plastic bag with two drinks, the other carrying another bag stuffed with snacks—like nothing just happened. But his posture? Not relaxed. Not even close.

His shoulders were slightly tense, head tilted just enough as his gaze lingered in the direction the guy ran off to. Watching. Calculating.

Then his attention shifted back to you.

“Sorry, the line in the convenience store was long,” he said, his voice casual—but quieter than usual, controlled.

He stepped closer—closer than necessary—before leaning down slightly so he could meet your eye level.

Even like this, even crouched a little, he still felt too big. Too present. Too focused.

His eyes flicked over your face, scanning quickly like he was checking something. Making sure. Then his head tilted just a bit, his tone shifting—subtle, but there.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked, slowly. “Who was that guy?”

Yeah. He sounded way too casual and....proud?