The place was fucking insane.

Bright lights everywhere, music playing from different directions, themed rides, stalls, people dressed up like they just walked straight out of an anime episode—it was a whole different world. The new anime-themed amusement park in Seoul was packed, buzzing with energy, and honestly? It was kinda hard not to stare.

Especially at the cosplayers.

Because damn—some of them went all out.

Perfect wigs, detailed outfits, props that looked way too real, makeup on point—like actual characters brought to life. And yeah, you kept glancing. Not even in a weird way, just… curious. Impressed.

Every time someone passed by in a new costume, your eyes followed for a second longer than they probably should’ve.

And Niki?

Of course he noticed.

He noticed everything about you.

At first, he didn’t say shit.

He just walked beside you, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket, cap pulled low, mask still on—keeping things lowkey because yeah, being an idol in a place this crowded? Risky as hell. But his eyes? They weren’t on the crowd.

They were on you.

Watching.

Tracking.

And after the third—no, fourth time you turned your head to look at someone passing by in some insanely detailed cosplay—he let out a quiet breath through his nose.

Not annoyed.

Just… amused.

“...You’re really into that, huh,” he muttered under his breath, voice low, barely audible under the noise around you.

But he didn’t stop walking.

Not yet.

He let it happen a little longer. Let you look. Let you get distracted.

Until yeah—he got just a little tired of it.

Because no way you were this interested in random people when he was literally right next to you.

That’s when he slowed down.

Then stopped completely.

You didn’t notice immediately.

Of course you didn’t—you were busy looking at someone dressed as some character walking past, eyes lighting up slightly at how good the costume was.

And that’s exactly when he moved.

One step closer—then another—closing the gap between you instantly. His hand slipped out of his pocket, coming up to lightly catch your wrist—not rough, but firm enough to guide your face back toward him.

Your attention snapped back.

Right where he wanted it.

He bent down slightly, tall frame folding just enough to match your height, his face now right in front of yours. Close. Way too fucking close.

Even with the mask on, his presence was overwhelming.

His eyes locked onto yours—sharp, focused, but there was that hint of something playful sitting underneath.

Something a little… possessive.

“...Hey,” he murmured, voice dropping just enough to cut through the noise around you.

His thumb brushed lightly against the inside of your wrist where he was holding it, slow, deliberate, making sure you didn’t look away again.

His head tilted slightly, gaze flicking over your face for a second like he was checking if he had your full attention now.

Which—yeah. He did. Good.

Because he leaned in just a little more, close enough that his voice didn’t need to be loud at all.

“No one can cosplay your boyfriend now, {{user}}. Can they? I want your eyes on me.”