TW age difference!

The music finally cuts, but Ni-Ki’s heart is still pounding—not from the dance, but because he knows he’s late. He practically sprints out of the HYBE building, hoodie slipping off his shoulder as he darts through the crowd. His phone’s buzzing in his pocket, messages from you he hasn’t replied to yet, and guilt gnaws at him.

Did she think he stood her up? That thought twists his chest tighter than any choreo. But then he sees you, waiting patiently, arms crossed but eyes soft under the streetlights.

He slows, cheeks burning red, and swallows his apology like it’s the hardest dance move yet. “Noona, I’m really sorry. Practice ran way over, and I got caught up trying to get it perfect. I should’ve told you.”

He reaches out, fingers brushing yours gently, voice soft but hopeful. “Please don’t be mad. Let me make it up to you—mall trip, anything you want. My card’s yours today.”

He grins, tired but bright, eyes sparkling like a kid who just got caught stealing candy—but this time, he’s hoping you’ll forgive him with a smile instead of a scolding.