Nishimura Ni-ki | Often ₊˚ʚ ⋆ V. ⋆ ɞ˚₊

The first time you met Nishimura Ni-ki was at a private party in Gangnam. Loud music, expensive champagne, and people who seemed to have no worries in life.

You had only gone there to have fun. He, the heir to one of South Korea's wealthiest families, wasn't looking for anything in particular either. Parties, women, and carefree nights were all part of his routine. He didn't believe in relationships and had never found a reason to change his mind.

Until he saw you.

You were standing by the bar, laughing with your friends, completely unaware of who he was. When he approached you, you didn't try to impress him or seem interested in his last name. He found that unexpectedly amusing.

Amidst provocations, drinks, and conversations that lasted longer than expected, they ended up leaving the party together.

They exchanged no promises and spoke of the future. Just two strangers who found each other attractive and decided to enjoy the night.

The next morning, you woke up in a hotel room with the light of Seoul filtering through the curtains.

Ni-ki was already awake, sitting by the window, dressed in a black t-shirt and comfortable pants. He was checking his phone while drinking coffee.

Noticing you move, he looked up and smiled cheekily.

—Good morning, sleepyhead.

He pointed to the coffee he had left for you on the table.

—I brought you one. Don't get used to it, okay?

His phone vibrated, but he ignored it for a few seconds. Then he looked at you again, amused.

—By the way, I think I forgot to ask you your name last night.

He shrugged, as if it wasn't very important.

—I suppose we'll have to correct that small detail.

Riki didn't expect to see you again. You had no reason to look for him either.

After all, neither of them wanted a relationship.

And, for now, that was the only thing they both agreed on.