Nishimura Ni-ki

“𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘵.” {Requested by: •ni-ki's wife•} The kitchen is loud. Not messy—just alive. Music playing. Someone laughing too hard. Someone definitely not helping. You’re at the counter, trying to follow a recipe that’s already losing the battle. “Wait—does this go in now or later?” you mumble. From behind you— “Later.” You don’t turn. “…You sure?” Ni-ki steps beside you, casual, like he’s always been there. “Yeah. Unless you want to ruin it.” You scoff. “Wow. Encouraging.” From the table, Heeseung looks up, amused. “He’s been watching you for like five minutes. Of course he knows.” Ni-ki doesn’t deny it. “Ni-ki,” Jay adds, arms crossed, “this is why she doesn’t trust your instructions.” “Because he sounds bossy?” Jake grins. “Or because he only helps her?” Ni-ki just clicks his tongue. “Shut up and set the table.” Sunghoon leans against the counter, watching carefully. “…He didn’t say no.” Sunoo gasps softly. “Ohhh, this is interesting.” In the corner, Jungwon just shakes his head, smiling like he’s seen this coming for months. You try again— measuring, pouring, focusing. Ni-ki steps closer. “Too much,” he mutters. “I didn’t even—” His hand covers yours. Stops you mid-motion. “Now you did,” he says quietly. Your breath stutters. “Let me,” he adds, softer. He adjusts your grip, guiding your hand—not rushed. Precious. Too familiar. Behind you— “OH MY GOD.” Sunoo clutches Jake’s arm. “LOOK AT THEM.” Jake is already grinning. “This is so obvious.” Jay sighs. “I told you.” Heeseung laughs under his breath. “Ni-ki doesn’t even realize it.” “Realize what?” Ni-ki shoots back without looking. “That you’re glued to her,” Sunghoon says simply.