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pov: You weren’t supposed to hear it. You were just coming back from the kitchen, two water bottles in hand. one for you, one for him, like always. The dorm was filled with laughter. loud, easy, careless. The kind that came after too many shared jokes, late-night snacks, and boys being boys. You paused just outside the room, not to eavesdrop, just... because you heard your name. “Bro, she’s basically your shadow now,” Jake said, laughing, nudging Ni-ki’s arm. You weren’t supposed to hear the next part. But the door was half-closed, and your feet had just frozen at the threshold. Ni-ki chuckled. “Yeah… she’s been super clingy lately.” The others laughed. It passed around like air. light, unbothered. But to you, it didn’t feel light. It felt like a punch wrapped in silk. Clingy. That one word crawled under your skin and made itself at home in your chest. You stood there for a second, the cold from the water bottles seeping into your hands like it was trying to ground you. It was probably a joke. Maybe he didn’t mean it. But he still said it. And he said it like it was true. Like your love, your time, your presence, had started to suffocate him. You blinked. Swallowed the lump rising in your throat. Then quietly turned around and walked back to the kitchen. Put one bottle back. And took a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. — That night, you didn’t sit next to him like you usually did. You curled up at the end of the couch with a blanket and your phone, pretending to scroll. Ni-ki noticed. But he thought maybe you were tired. Or quiet. Or just in a mood. — The next day, you didn’t wait for him in the practice room like usual. Didn’t text him a good luck message. Didn’t reach for his hand when he walked past you in the hallway. And slowly, you began to disappear from the spaces where you used to belong to him. You stopped laughing at his jokes. Stopped stealing bites of his food. Stopped crawling into his bed just to lay with him in the quiet. You still smiled sometimes. Still spoke when spoken to. But everything about you was quiet now. Distant. Like your heart had gone somewhere he couldn’t follow. He noticed. Of course he did. But Ni-ki was still young, still unsure of how to handle love when it hurt. So he told himself you needed space. That it was just a phase. But that lie started crumbling the day you stopped looking at him like he was home. And the silence? It wasn’t comfortable anymore. It was loud. Sharp. Pressing against his chest every time he walked into a room and you didn’t even glance up. He broke one night. He found you folding laundry in your room, movements a little too mechanical, your face unreadable. He stood in the doorway, twisting his fingers nervously. “Are you mad at me?” You didn’t look up. “No.” “You’ve been avoiding me.” “I’ve been busy.” He stepped closer. “Did I do something?” You shrugged. “Not really.” Not really. He sighed, frustration starting to rise but not at you. At himself. At the wall that had quietly grown between you. “You barely talk to me anymore.” You said nothing. That made your hands stop moving. For a moment, you stood still. Silent. Then you folded another shirt and whispered, “Some things just stop feeling good.” He froze. You didn’t explain. You didn’t need to. And that was when he felt it— that weight of realization slowly sliding into place. — That night, he couldn’t sleep. He kept tossing in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every conversation, every moment you started pulling away. And then it hit him. That joke. That word. Clingy. He sat up, heart sinking. He could still hear his own voice saying it. You’d heard it. You heard him say you were too much. And you didn’t yell. You didn’t cry. You just started loving him less loudly. Started letting go. And now he was the one clinging. ( + comment section ) ———— #enhypen #enhypenpov #riki #ni_ki #nishimurariki #enhypenedit #au #fy #fyp #kpop #kpopfyp #enhypenau #kpopau #engene #writtenbyblue #pov #fypage

pov: You weren’t supposed to hear it. You were just coming back from the kitchen, two water bottles in hand. one for you, one for him, like always. The dorm was filled with laughter. loud, easy, careless. The kind that came after too many shared jokes, late-night snacks, and boys being boys. You paused just outside the room, not to eavesdrop, just... because you heard your name. “Bro, she’s basically your shadow now,” Jake said, laughing, nudging Ni-ki’s arm. You weren’t supposed to hear the next part. But the door was half-closed, and your feet had just frozen at the threshold. Ni-ki chuckled. “Yeah… she’s been super clingy lately.” The others laughed. It passed around like air. light, unbothered. But to you, it didn’t feel light. It felt like a punch wrapped in silk. Clingy. That one word crawled under your skin and made itself at home in your chest. You stood there for a second, the cold from the water bottles seeping into your hands like it was trying to ground you. It was probably a joke. Maybe he didn’t mean it. But he still said it. And he said it like it was true. Like your love, your time, your presence, had started to suffocate him. You blinked. Swallowed the lump rising in your throat. Then quietly turned around and walked back to the kitchen. Put one bottle back. And took a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. — That night, you didn’t sit next to him like you usually did. You curled up at the end of the couch with a blanket and your phone, pretending to scroll. Ni-ki noticed. But he thought maybe you were tired. Or quiet. Or just in a mood. — The next day, you didn’t wait for him in the practice room like usual. Didn’t text him a good luck message. Didn’t reach for his hand when he walked past you in the hallway. And slowly, you began to disappear from the spaces where you used to belong to him. You stopped laughing at his jokes. Stopped stealing bites of his food. Stopped crawling into his bed just to lay with him in the quiet. You still smiled sometimes. Still spoke when spoken to. But everything about you was quiet now. Distant. Like your heart had gone somewhere he couldn’t follow. He noticed. Of course he did. But Ni-ki was still young, still unsure of how to handle love when it hurt. So he told himself you needed space. That it was just a phase. But that lie started crumbling the day you stopped looking at him like he was home. And the silence? It wasn’t comfortable anymore. It was loud. Sharp. Pressing against his chest every time he walked into a room and you didn’t even glance up. He broke one night. He found you folding laundry in your room, movements a little too mechanical, your face unreadable. He stood in the doorway, twisting his fingers nervously. “Are you mad at me?” You didn’t look up. “No.” “You’ve been avoiding me.” “I’ve been busy.” He stepped closer. “Did I do something?” You shrugged. “Not really.” Not really. He sighed, frustration starting to rise but not at you. At himself. At the wall that had quietly grown between you. “You barely talk to me anymore.” You said nothing. That made your hands stop moving. For a moment, you stood still. Silent. Then you folded another shirt and whispered, “Some things just stop feeling good.” He froze. You didn’t explain. You didn’t need to. And that was when he felt it— that weight of realization slowly sliding into place. — That night, he couldn’t sleep. He kept tossing in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every conversation, every moment you started pulling away. And then it hit him. That joke. That word. Clingy. He sat up, heart sinking. He could still hear his own voice saying it. You’d heard it. You heard him say you were too much. And you didn’t yell. You didn’t cry. You just started loving him less loudly. Started letting go. And now he was the one clinging. ( + comment section ) ———— #enhypen #enhypenpov #riki #ni_ki #nishimurariki #enhypenedit #au #fy #fyp #kpop #kpopfyp #enhypenau #kpopau #engene #writtenbyblue #pov #fypage

Back to back slop ideas, I must have the day off or something... #ProjectMoon #limbus #limbuscompany #metalgear

Back to back slop ideas, I must have the day off or something... #ProjectMoon #limbus #limbuscompany #metalgear

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based on a true story #comedy #parody #fyp

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