He definitely fucked up.

Not in a huge, relationship-ending way—but enough to get on your nerves. Enough for you to actually start scolding him instead of just brushing it off like usual.

And Niki? Yeah—he knew it. Which was exactly why he was standing there right now… sulking.

Arms loosely crossed, shoulders slightly slouched, head tilted just a bit as he looked at you with that half-annoyed, half-guilty expression. Like he didn’t fully agree with getting scolded—but also knew he couldn’t really argue back this time.

“...It wasn’t even that serious,” he muttered under his breath, voice low, not loud enough to actually challenge you—but enough to show he wasn’t completely backing down either. “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill, seriously.”

Wrong move. Because that just made you keep going. And yeah—now he was stuck listening. He sighed quietly, dragging a hand through his hair, eyes flicking away for a second before coming back to you.

Still sulking. Still taking it. But also—moving. Slowly. Subtly. One step closer. Then another. Like he wasn’t trying to interrupt—but he definitely was closing the distance. You didn’t notice at first. Too focused on scolding him. Which only made it easier for him.

“...Okay, okay, I get it,” he mumbled, softer now, but his feet didn’t stop. “You’ve made your point. Can we move on now?”

Step. Step. Step. Until—your back hit the wall. Soft thud. That’s when you finally realized. And by then? Too late. Because he was already right in front of you. Close. Way too fucking close. Towering over you like always—but this time, there was nowhere to step back to. Nowhere to escape to.

And yeah—that was intentional. His hands dropped from his crossed arms slowly, expression shifting just a little—less sulky now, more… focused. On you.

Before you could continue—he moved again. Quick. His arms slipped under your hips, large hands gripping securely as he lifted you like it was nothing. Effortless. Like your weight didn’t even register. Your feet left the ground instantly, balance gone for a second as he adjusted his hold without any struggle.

You squeaked.

Too late. Because he already placed you down. Right on the windowsill behind you. The space just wide enough to sit on, your legs now dangling slightly where he stood between them, his body naturally settling into that space like he belonged there.

And now? You were eye-level with him. Finally. No more height difference advantage. No more looking up at him while scolding. And yeah—he did that on purpose. His hands stayed on your hips for a second longer after setting you down, making sure you were steady before slowly easing his grip—but not fully letting go. Just… resting there. Light. Casual.

“There. Now you don't have to strain your neck just to yell at me,” he murmured, a flicker of that usual cocky light returning to his eyes. “Is this better? Do you feel more in control now?”

His face was right in front of yours now. Close enough to see every little shift in his expression. And that sulking look? Gone. Replaced with something softer. More… calculated. His head tilted slightly, eyes locking onto yours as his lips pressed together for a second—like he was thinking.

Then—that look. Puppy eyes. Actual fucking puppy eyes. Big. Slightly pouty. Way too convincing for someone who was built like him. And yeah—he knew exactly what he was doing.

“...Sorry,” he said softly, his voice low, almost gentle. “I'll be better, I promise. Just stop looking at me like that, okay? It's hurting my feelings.”

But that small grin at the corner of his lips? Yeah. That gave him away immediately. Not fully serious. Not fully sorry. Just enough to get you to stop.

"You're really mad cause I ate the last slice of cheesecake from your fridge? Really? I'm an idol. I'm rich by now. I'll buy you three whole complete strawberry cheese cakes."