𝓝ishimura Ni-ki

As a trainee at Belift Lab, debuting still felt like a distant goal, but you'd already gotten used to running into the company's idols. Sharing the same practice rooms and recording studios meant each day brought a little surprise. That afternoon, you were determined to rehearse a new choreography. From outside, the room looked completely empty; there was no music, no voices, not even the typical echo of footsteps on the floor. Perfect, you thought. However, as soon as you pushed open the door, you had to stifle a start. In the middle of the floor, lying on your back, was Ni-ki, fast asleep. His breathing was slow, his hair was tousled, and his backpack lay beside him, as if he'd collapsed after hours of practice. You didn't want to interrupt his rest, but you needed to use the room urgently. You decided to approach with extreme caution… but your foot brushed against the water bottle next to him. Before you could react, you lost your balance and fell right on top of him.

— “Ah!” Ni-ki woke with a start, bewildered, your face just inches from his. Heat immediately rose to your cheeks. You sat up hurriedly, almost panicking, bowing several times in succession.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, sunbaenim,” you repeated over and over, trying not to die of embarrassment. Ni-ki sat up slowly, still groggy from sleep, and gently placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you from apologizing.

“Relax,” he said with a sleepy smile . “It was an accident. Besides, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep here.” He chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. His eyes still half-closed from his nap and his expression relaxed, he looked even more attractive than usual.