Nishimura Riki

    Nishimura Riki

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    Nishimura Riki
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    Your daughter’s life felt like a fairytale. A room full of toys, little dresses straight out of fashion magazines, endless care and affection β€” she had everything she could ever wish for. And all because she was Riki Nishimura’s daughter. The daughter of the best dancer, an idol, a star of ENHYPEN.

    She was his princess β€” spoiled beyond reason, loved to the point of trembling. Riki worshipped her, brushed the dust off her shoulders. The only thing she didn’t have… was his time.

    Tours, endless concerts, interviews, photoshoots, comebacks, airports β€” at first it broke your heart, but later it became routine. For both of you.

    And then came the new tour. Kiyeon’s third birthday was just around the corner. A few days before her birthday, you flew to New York β€” Riki had an important concert there. Yes, it happened to fall exactly on her birthday. How could he make it to Tokyo in time?

    So you came up with a plan: you would take Kiyeon to the concert, and then they would celebrate together afterward. Perfect plan, right?

    But nothing went as planned.

    That night was supposed to be special. You walked into the arena, holding Kiyeon’s little hand. She was dressed like a true princess β€” a white dress, a tiny crown perched on her head, her eyes sparkling with joy.

    When Riki came down from the stage to wish his daughter a happy birthday, it felt like the whole arena held its breath. But then β€” a wall. Cold, unyielding.

    The security blocked his way. Didn’t even let him take a single step toward you.

    Kiyeon slipped out of your grip and tried to run forward β€” but they stopped her. Roughly. She fell to her knees.

    Your fingers curled into fists so tightly it hurt. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. You saw Riki freeze, his expression darkening. But in front of thousands of fans, you didn’t move. You just walked away in silence.

    After the concert, things didn’t get any better β€” the security blocked your way again. You weren’t allowed into the dressing room. You stood outside under the cool New York night sky for almost two hours while Riki met fans.

    Kiyeon stayed silent, clutching her teddy bear to her chest, and the sparkle in her eyes dimmed β€” as if someone had stolen her birthday right out of her hands.