✓ | starboy, nishimura riki

STARBOY | 42

"Just go over there if you're so worried." Heeseung stated firmly, and Niki glanced over at him, his eyes softening for a split second at the thought of seeing Miso possibly hurt (which he'd come to realize was his worst fear after cleaning up her wounds), but his eyes quickly hardened once again.

He nodded his head, and hurriedly left the home. The Nishimura boy didn't want to go to her house originally, afraid her parents would be there and then get her into even more trouble, however he no longer cared.

He had his hands in his pockets as he walked down the North Sides street. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were siren like as he approached the familiar house.

His eyes directly landed on Miso's bedroom window, and he felt a little part of him relax at the sight of the it still slightly ajar, and without another thought, he climbed up to her roof and pulled the window up and stepped into her warmly heated room.

His eyes darted around in search for the girl, and immediately, he felt his shoulders slump in relief once his eyes land on her figure sitting at her vanity table.

She looked glum and her eyes were red, showing just how much she'd been crying and the Greaser felt his heartstrings tug.

"Why haven't you been answering, Doll?" Niki wondered, his voice soft and caring as he slowly approached her.

"Keep quiet, Niki." Miso warned, and as soon as her eyes met his, the boy could quickly see the plea and distress in them. "I'm grounded, my Dad put a lock on my door." She informed.

Niki's eyes widened in shock and he blinked a few times to help him process the information he was told. He could feel anger begin to bubble in his chest and just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.

"Did they do that to you?" He questioned firmly, reaching his hand up and delicately caressing her reddened cheek. The Choi girl nodded her head slightly, but shrugged her shoulders and poured slightly.

"But my Mum didn't mean to." She defended, only making the older boy scoff and run a hand through his hair as he stood up properly after being knelt down at eye level with Miso.

"You can't go on like this, So," Niki groaned out, frustrated at the situation. He didn't want someone as special as Miso to go through what she was going through. He wanted nothing more than to be able to take her away from the household and runaway together, however he knew that wasn't possible.

By now, Miso had stood from her desk and was fiddling with her fingers, anxiously.

"I'm going to get you out of here, i promise." Niki stated, making the shorter girl gratefully smile and nod her head. She was thankful to have someone like Niki in her life, and as she continued to look up at him, she felt her eyes well up with salty tears and her lip begin to quiver.

She didn't want to cry. Not at all. Though, sharing such a moment like now with Niki made her want to do nothing more than that.

And so, as the tears poured and Niki pulled her in for a tight and comforting hug, she rested her head against his chest, doing everything she could to muffle the sounds of her sobs — afraid to make a noise in case her parents heard.

Nishimura Niki could feel his heart break as he listened to her cry and allowed his vest to catch her tears. All he wanted to do was take away her pain and problems. He wanted her to be happy because that's all she deserved.

After a short while of the couple being in one another's embrace, a long sigh left Niki's lips as he pulled back from the hug and looked down at her with a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Do you want to do my makeup?"

Instantly, Miso's face lit up with joy and excitement, and she eagerly bobbed her head in agreement, before taking hold of his hand and dragging him over to her vanity table and sitting him down on her chair.

Niki couldn't help but chuckle at her as he watched her get out the different kind of brushes and products and he shook his head slightly.

If she was happy, then he was, and that was all that mattered.

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"And finished!" Miso loudly whispered, stepping away from the mirror so that the Nishimura boy could take a look at his new look.

The boys eyes widened in shock and his lips curled in disgust as he took in his new caked out face. His eyebrows had been filled in, his lips were looking a lot like Miso's, and his cheeks were pink like a clown.

He hated it, yet, if it meant he got to see a smile on her beautiful face, he'd do it over and over again.

"I love it, Doll," He nodded, glancing up at her. "Now can you wipe it off?" He asked, a wide grin on his lips to try and distract the girl from his question, and Miso let out a quiet laugh and nodded her head — though, before she reached for her wipes, she grabbed the camera that Niki got her for Christmas that was on her bedside table and held it in front of the boy.

"Smile, Pretty boy." She ordered, her voice laced with laughter and Niki did as told, grateful for the amount of makeup that was on his face to cover up his blush at the nickname.

Once the camera flash appeared and the picture came out, she stuck it to her wall, where her many other pictures were, and she couldn't help but chuckle at it. It was cute. He was cute.

Eventually, once Miso had wiped the boys makeup off and was tidying away her things, she felt a gentle touch at her waist, causing her to turn her head a little and look at Niki, who was still sat at her desk.

The boy didn't say a word as he pulled her towards him and onto him, making her straddle his lap. Miso's eyes widened in surprise and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.

Continuing with the silence, Niki placed one hand on the side of her face and his other on her waist before pulling her down so that they could share a kiss.

It was long and soft, and passionate and needed, and Miso found herself melting into it straight away. She ran her hands through his hair, gently tugging at it every now and then and his hands trailed up and down her waist, exploring her body. It was tense, but in a good way. They were in each others touch, and there was nothing they wanted more than that.

Choi Miso would always be grateful to Nishimura Niki for coming into her life...

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