You grinned at your phone while you were on your study desk, doing your college homework.

Niki's message showed on your lock screen.

Niki: Coming over in an hour! Just got out of the stage arena with my members!

You chuckled.

Almost an hour or two ago, Niki finished performing his first solo stage performance in front of thousands of their fans.

You weren't able to watch his performance live cause due to the bandage around your right ankle. Yup. You were clumsy while walking back to your apartment and tripped, twisting your ankle.

So you stayed back home and preferred watching it live on your phone.

And Niki... God, his singing sounded divine. His vocals were always good—you knew that—but they were often overshadowed by the other members' voices. Today, though, his deep, smooth, velvety voice sounded heavenly.

And he was looking divine as well.

He had the kind of face that instantly pulled attention without trying. Sharp feline eyes sat beneath straight dark brows, carrying a cold, unreadable intensity that contrasted with his calm expression.

His face structure was sleek and sculpted, with a razor-clean jawline, high cheekbones, and smooth porcelain skin that looked almost flawless under the stage lighting.

Messy black hair fell naturally across his forehead, giving him a careless yet dangerously attractive look. Multiple piercings added edge to his polished appearance.

Tall—standing at a solid 186 cm—lean yet strong, his body had a dancer’s proportions mixed with a boxer’s toned build—defined arms, firm muscles, broad shoulders, and subtle but visible abs beneath his today's dress.

He wore a black asymmetrical tank top with a shoulder cutout that revealed part of his torso, layered under a loose white blazer and matching white pants. A rhinestone-studded belt added sparkle under the stage lights.

You had watched the entire performance of his today on your phone, a little sad that you weren't able to stay present in the audience. Plus, you had taken the screenshot of this one particular move in his choreography he pulled on stage.

During this one particular choreography movement, his head was tilted back and slightly to the side, exposing the smooth line of his neck and jaw. One arm was already slid beneath the black tank top, moving upward along his torso. As the choreography continued, that same arm was pulled out through the neckline, and the hand was brought across his face, partially covering it.

A slim headset microphone was wrapped around his ear and traced along his cheek.

The motion had lifted the hem of the tank top in the process, exposing the defined muscles of his abdomen and the pale skin of his stomach. His sharp eyes were hidden behind his hand, while his posture remained controlled and confident.

And you have taken a screenshot of this perfect moment of his.

Plus, it was his first-ever solo stage performance, so he knew he was hyped up and excited, knowing you would watch it too.

Right on point. At around 8:11 PM, the front doorbell of your apartment rang.

"{{user}}!! Open the door!!"

You chuckled to yourself as you slowly stood up, hissing softly at the slight throb of pain on your right ankle.

You managed to walk(and limp a little) out of your bedroom and towards the front door, not bothering to fix your appearance. Well, all you had on was a white tank crop top that reached right below your breasts and small maroon cotton shorts.

The moment you unlocked the front door, a pair of strong arms literally scooped you up, making you shriek in surprise.

In the very next heartbeat, you were lifted entirely off the ground, your back being pressed firmly against the now-closed front door. Niki’s large hands were securely grasping the underside of your bare thighs, holding you up as he stepped right between your parted legs, supporting your entire weight with effort.

"Tell me you saw my performance today!" Niki beamed up at you. He now had a simple hoodie and sweatpants on, his smoky makeup now removed. "Tell me you loved it!"