Synopsis: Ni-ki doesn’t talk much - especially not about his feelings. But when he’s tired, flustered, or comfortable, his words slip into Japanese without him realizing.
Word Count: ~2.5k+
A/N: Hai!!! This is a cute little Niki fic! It includes Japanese and I’m not totally fluent so I’m sorry if it’s a little off in translation! (The title means “the weight of I love you” if anyone was wondering!)
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Ni-ki has always been…quiet.
Not awkward quiet. Not shy. Just selective - like he only spends words when they’re worth it. Around other people, he’s blunt, clipped, a little cold. Around you, he’s still quiet, but the edges soften in ways you don’t think he realizes.
He sits next to you without asking.
Hands you things without looking.
Stands a little closer than necessary.
And when he’s tired, or flustered, or feeling something he doesn’t know how to name -
He switches to Japanese.
You notice it first one late afternoon, when the classroom is half empty and the sun slants through the windows. He’s slumped in his chair, hood up, tapping his pen against the desk.
“うるさいな…” he mutters under his breath. (You’re so noisy)
You tilt your head. “What was that?”
He freezes.
“…Nothing.”
But it keeps happening.
When he’s annoyed: quick Japanese, sharp and quiet.
When he’s sleepy: slower, softer words that barely leave his mouth.
When he’s embarrassed: rapid sentences you definitely aren’t meant to understand.
You start watching his mouth when he talks like that.
Not in a weird way. Just…curious. The way his lips shape the sounds. The way his voice drops lower, more honest.
One day, he catches you.
“Why do you keep staring?” he asks flatly, eyes flicking to yours.
You blink. “Huh?”
“My mouth,” he clarifies. “You’re always looking.”
You hesitate, then shrug. “Because you sound different when you’re comfortable.”
That shuts him up completely.
He doesn’t speak for the rest of the day - but when you leave together, he walks closer than usual, shoulder brushing yours the entire way home.
♡
You start learning Japanese quietly.
Not grammar. Not sentences. Just words.
Important ones.
You write them in the notes app on your phone, whisper them under your breath when you’re alone. Look up pronunciation videos. Replay them again and again.
You mess up a lot.
But you keep trying.
Because every time Ni-ki mutters something you don’t understand, you feel like you’re standing just outside a locked door. And you don’t want to force it open.
You just want to knock.
♡
Ni-ki notices the changes before he understands them.
You listen more closely when he speaks.
You tilt your head like you’re memorizing his tone.
Sometimes you smile at words you definitely don’t know yet.
It makes him uneasy.
He starts hovering without meaning to. Sitting closer. Letting you rest your head against his shoulder during breaks. Pulling you back gently when you drift too far in crowded hallways.
Protective, but quiet about it.
One night, you’re both sprawled on his bed, homework abandoned. He’s on his phone, you’re half curled into his side, cheek resting on his chest.
He thinks you’re asleep.
“可愛いな…” he murmurs, barely audible. (She’s so cute)
You smile against his hoodie.
♡
The moment happens on accident.
It’s late. He’s exhausted. You’re sitting on the floor between his legs while he leans against the bed frame, head tipped back, eyes closed.
He exhales slowly, tension draining out of him in the silence.
You hesitate.
Heart pounding.
Then - softly, carefully, like it might break—
“ねえ…” (Hey…)
His eyes open halfway.
You swallow, then say it. Quiet. Clear.
“愛してる。” (I love you.)
Silence.
Then-
Ni-ki jolts.
“What,” he says immediately, sitting up too fast. “What did you just say?”
Your heart drops. “I - did I say it wrong?”
He stares at you like his brain just blue-screened.
“…Say it again.”
You hesitate, then repeat it, voice softer this time.
“愛してる。” (I love you.)
His ears turn red. Like, actually red.
He turns his head away, jaw clenched, muttering rapid Japanese you can’t keep up with. His hand reaches out blindly and grabs your wrist, like he needs something solid.
“Ni-ki?” you whisper.
“…Don’t say things like that so easily,” he mutters.
You tilt your head. “Why?”
Long pause.
His grip tightens - not painful, just desperate.
“…Because it makes me want to hold you.”
And then he does.
He pulls you up into his lap, arms locking around you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. His face buries into your shoulder, breath shaky.
“You learned that just to tease me,” he mumbles.
You smile, wrapping your hands around him and pressing your head further into his neck. “I learned it because it’s how I feel.”
He goes very, very quiet.
Then, softer than you’ve ever heard him-
“…ずるい.” (…that’s unfair.)
You don’t know the word yet.
But you feel it.
♡
After that, things change - but gently.
You start using little Japanese words when you’re alone together. Always careful.
Always soft.
“だいじょうぶ” when he’s stressed. (It’s okay)
“ここにいるよ” when he’s quiet for too long. (I am here)
Every time, he reacts the same way:
Looks away.
Ears pink.
Pulls you closer.
He never corrects your pronunciation.
Sometimes, when he thinks you’re asleep, he whispers things back you haven’t learned yet - forehead pressed to yours, voice barely there.
You don’t understand the words.
But you understand him.
And for Ni-ki, that’s more than enough.
♡
It’s late.
Not dramatic-late. Just the kind of late where the world feels smaller - lamp on, curtains half-drawn, the quiet hum of Ni-ki’s room settling around you both.
You’re lying on his bed, side by side but not touching. He’s on his back, arms crossed loosely over his chest, staring at the ceiling like he’s thinking about everything and nothing at once.
He’s been like this all evening. Quiet. Closed off in that familiar way - shoulders relaxed, face unreadable, emotions tucked carefully away.
Still cold.
Still Ni-ki.
You roll onto your side to look at him, landing on his arm in the process.
“Hey,” you murmur.
He stiffens a little before relaxing and hums in response. Doesn’t turn his head.
You watch him for a second, then smile to yourself.
You’ve been practicing again.
Softly - slowly, so you don’t mess it up - you say-
“ねえ、愛してるよ、ベイビー。” (Hey, I love you baby)
There’s a very distinct pause.
Ni-ki’s eyes blink once.
Then twice.
“…What did you say?” he asks, voice dangerously calm.
You swallow, suddenly shy. “I - I said I love you, baby.”
In Japanese.
He turns his head this time.
And absolutely loses it.
“Why-” he groans, immediately rolling onto his side and shoving his face into your neck, muffling the rest of his sentence. “Why would you say it like that?”
You laugh quietly, instinctively wrapping your arms around him. One hand slips into his hair, fingers combing through it slowly, soothing.
“It sounded nicer,” you say softly, twirling his hair in between your fingers. “More…you.”
His ears are burning.
You can feel it against your cheek.
He clutches the front of your shirt, tugging you closer until there’s no space left at all, his forehead pressed against your collarbone. He hides there, breathing out slowly like he’s trying to calm his heart down.
“You’re unfair,” he mutters. “You know that?”
You smile, thumb now brushing lightly over the nape of his neck. “Mm. Maybe.”
For a moment, he stays quiet - just breathing, just holding you.
Then, so quietly you almost miss it, he says-
“…俺も愛してる。” (I love you too)
You still.
Your hand pauses in his hair.
“…Say that again?” you whisper.
He doesn’t lift his head. Doesn’t pull back.
Just tightens his arms around you and repeats it, voice low and honest and warm in a way he doesn’t let many people hear.
“俺も、愛してる。” (I love you too)
Your chest aches - in the good way.
You hug him a little tighter, pressing a kiss to his hair without thinking. He exhales shakily, melting further into you like he’s been holding himself together all day just to fall apart here.
“Don’t make a habit of saying it first,” he murmurs sleepily. “My heart can’t handle it.”
You laugh softly, continuing to play with his hair. “No promises.”
He huffs, but doesn’t argue.
Instead, he shifts just enough to tuck his face fully into your neck, legs tangling with yours, body curved protectively around you.
Cold to the world.
Soft with you.
And when his breathing evens out, you hear one last whisper - barely there, meant only for you.
“…好きだよ。” (I love you)
You close your eyes, smiling.
Domestic.
Quiet.
Yours.
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A/N: This trope is honestly reallyyyyy cute so I was excited to write this!!! I hope you enjoy it because I wanted to be able to mix in to one of my fics the fact that Niki is Japanese as well.
made a silly goofy post on a spam account pairing enhypen and bnd members to fish and i have another kpop stan commenting fish facts about each match with leehan-like accuracy...i love the internet in moments like this!!!
"When you ask your husband to buy you pads with wings"
One month into marriage, and Heeseung had already learned two important things.
One: Y/N always stole his hoodies.
Two: He should never assume he understood what she meant.
"Baby, can you buy pads with wings on your way home?"
"Got it."
Simple.
Easy.
Heeseung was confident.
Which was exactly why he walked through the front door carrying two separate bags.
Y/N looked up from the couch.
"What took so long?"
"I had to find the wings."
"The wings?"
"Yeah."
He proudly held up the first bag.
"Pads."
Then the second.
"And chicken wings."
Silence.
"...What?"
"You said pads with wings."
Y/N stared.
Heeseung stared back.
Y/N burst out laughing so hard she nearly slid off the couch.
Heeseung frowned.
"What? Why are you laughing?"
"Heeseung."
"Yes?"
"The wings are attached to the pads."
"..."
"..."
"...THEY ARE?"
Y/N was wheezing at this point.
His ears turned bright red.
"Why would they call them wings if they're not actual wings?!"
"Oh my God."
"I'm being scammed."
For the next ten minutes, Y/N laughed while Heeseung dramatically accused the pad industry of false advertising.
───
Later that evening, after recovering from the embarrassment, Heeseung decided to be an attentive husband.
A very attentive husband.
Maybe too attentive.
Y/N was curled up on the couch with a heating pad when Heeseung appeared beside her holding snacks, water, medicine, and enough blankets to survive a blizzard.
"You comfortable?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Positive?"
"Heeseung."
"Right. Sorry."
Three seconds passed.
Then—
"So where does the blood come from?"
Y/N blinked.
"What?"
"The blood."
He sat down cross-legged, looking genuinely curious.
"Like... where does it start?"
She stared.
"Did you skip biology?"
"I was busy."
"Doing what?"
"I don't know. Existing."
Y/N groaned into a pillow.
Five minutes later—
"Can sharks smell periods?"
"HEESEUNG."
"What? I saw it online!"
Another five minutes.
"Can you hold it in?"
"No."
"So it's like a surprise attack every month?"
"Please stop talking."
Yet another five minutes.
"If periods hurt, why hasn't humanity evolved past them?"
"Ask evolution."
He considered that.
"Rude of evolution, honestly."
───
Despite the endless questions, Heeseung spent the rest of the night taking care of her.
He brought her tea.
Rubbed her back.
Refilled her water before she even asked.
At one point, he tucked a blanket around her shoulders so carefully that she almost forgot he had asked if periods had loading screens like video games.
Almost.
As Y/N rested her head against his shoulder, Heeseung looked down.
"You feeling better?"
"A little."
"Good."
He kissed the top of her head.
Then—
"One last question."
Y/N immediately groaned.
"No."
"But—"
"No."
"What if it's important?"
"It isn't."
"It might be."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Fine. What?"
He paused.
Completely serious.
"Do the pads without wings feel left out?"
Y/N threw a pillow at his face.
Heeseung laughed so hard he fell off the couch.
And somehow, despite everything, Y/N found herself laughing too.
Maybe marriage was just this.
Love, chaos, chicken wings, and a husband who knew absolutely nothing—but would do anything to make her smile.
ꕤ enha ot7 x reader
&&. anxiety comfort smau. desc + symptoms of chronic / generalized anxiety (based on my own experience). supportive enha. established relationship. main masterlist.
all content is purely fictional !
this one’s made special with love 🫶 to all my fellow anxious and/or depressed baddies, keep fighting! things will get better xx
☼ PAIRING: yang jungwon x fem!reader
☼ SYNOPSIS: y/n posts a thread about missing her childhood vacation friend, not knowing that her trip down memory lane would go viral...
☼ CATEGORIES: smau, non-idol!au, post-hs au, reunited childhood friends to ???, open ending, angst, fluff, crack
☼ CONTENT: mention of a grandparent falling ill + moving
☼ PLAYLIST: next time by bbmak, found out about you by gin blossoms, lovefool by the cardigans, starlight by cannons, remember summer days by anri, 러브노트! by nahee, whatever forever by ber, i'm waiting by lee chaeyeon
☼ NOTES: first smau and first post! hoping this doesn't flop haha
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