POV: Ni-ki has been your childhood friend. You've shared memories together since you were kids, and even now, that bond remains strong. He's always looked out for you—almost like an older brother. Of course, he also teases you constantly, to the point of annoyance, which is just normal in your friendship. Ni-ki is one of the best dancers and basketball players in your school, which makes his name a regular topic in conversations. One afternoon, while walking down the school hallway, someone suddenly pulled you into an old, dusty room. You were about to scream—until you heard his voice. "Ni-ki?!" you gasped. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Are you trying to kill me?! I was so scared for a second," you said, clutching your chest as you tried to calm down. "Are you okay? I'm sorry," he said, his smile fading as he noticed your panic. He patted your back and kept apologizing. "Why did you have to pull me like that?" you asked, annoyed, now feeling calmer. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want people to see us." You rolled your eyes. It's not like people don't see you two talking all the time. "What is it? Why drag me to a place like this?" you asked, looking around at the dusty old storage room. "It's serious. I need your help," he said. You raised a brow, choosing to stay quiet and observe his face. "And what is this 'serious' matter?" you asked. "I'm getting married." Your eyes widened, and your body froze. Was he serious? You were both still in college—how could he be getting married? "What? You know how much I hate being pranked," you warned, but his desperate expression said otherwise. "To whom?" you asked. "I don't know. A stranger." You stared at him, confused—but he looked dead serious. "Are you kidding me? Who even set you up for a marriage? Your crazy fangirls?" you laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "My parents. They set up an arranged marriage without even asking for my opinion. They seem really desperate about it." You sighed heavily. You've always had a soft spot for this mischievous boy. "Fine. I'll help. What do you need me to do?" you asked. "Be my fake girlfriend." Your mood instantly changed. "You know I can't do that," you said, glaring at him. "Why not?" "Your parents might get mad at me. And if they realize it's fake, it might push them to go through with the arranged marriage even more," you explained. "But my parents love you. They'd probably be thrilled to accept you as their daughter-in-law. Your parents would be happy too—you know how close our families are." He had a point. Your families were close, which is why you two grew up together in the first place. "I'll try, but if they don't agree, we stop this show," you said seriously. "And if they do agree?" Then that's the real problem. "We'll just say we broke up after a few months. That it didn't work out," you said. "Deal," he replied. "Wait—" you said before ending the conversation. "Hmm?" He paused and turned back toward you. "What do I get out of this? I mean, this helps you avoid marriage." He smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Tell me... what do you want?" "Hmm... I kind of want this bag. It's expensive, and my mom won't buy it since I already have too many," you said, seizing the opportunity. He laughed. You raised your brow. "What?" "That's it? Tell me more—I'll get them all for you." You smiled widely and started listing the things you really wanted. Finally, you remembered one more thing: Ni-ki was smart, unlike you in certain subjects. "Can you tutor me in this one lesson I'm struggling with?" you asked, swallowing your pride. "Of course. I'll come to your house this Saturday." You grinned and patted his shoulder. "Thanks." He kept his promise. He tutored you and even gave you the bag you wanted. The other items, he promised to give you after the act was done, just in case the plan failed. (+ comment sect) #enhypen #au #fyp #pov #yn #story #kpopfyp #foryoupage #crush #slowburn #nishimurariki #riki #ni_ki #ni_kiau #ni_kippov #niki #enhypenni_ki #ni_kiedit #edit #arriange - @heethan01_