String of fate
₊ ⁺ pairing: Niki x reader
₊ ⁺ word count: 3.2k
₊ ⁺ genre: soulmate au, fluff, angst, brotherly love
₊ ⁺ note: it’s fucking finally here. i like them, they’re cute. also can you tell i’m Jayki biased?
₊ ⁺ Jake ₊ ⁺ Jungwon ₊ ⁺ Jay ₊ ⁺ Sunoo ₊ ⁺ Heeseung ₊ ⁺ Niki ₊ ⁺ Sunghoon ₊ ⁺ Masterlist
Niki was a dancer first, and a person second. Anyone who knew him, knew that. He moved like water and learned choreo faster than any other dancer under Hybe.
But he was also a brother, a good friend, and most importantly a hopeless romantic.
You wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but he was. The little red string that was wrapped on his left pinky, was the one thing that would one day give him his fairytale ending.
He had been so excited about it since he woke up with it on his thirteenth birthday. He just never really talked that much about it.
The thread was tight and always stretched towards the horizon, a clear indication that you were nowhere near him. But he had always wondered just how he would find you.
Everything became a little easier when he debuted. Being in Enhypen meant a lot of travels and tours, and different ways for him to figure out just where you were.
Niki made sure that the string was nearly tucked away in his pocket whenever it started to get loose, a little scared that it might end up being flossed or even break if it came into contact with the floor too much.
Logically he knew that wasn't possible, but still he liked to know he kept it safe, just in case. Taking care of that bond that connected the two of you, couldn’t be the worst thing.
To his older brothers Niki had a very casual outlook on the soulmate bonds, an attitude that said: “it happens when it happens”. But when he was the last one standing without a soulmate by his side, he became a little more desperate than he had previously been.
“Can’t we just take a trip, you know to somewhere we haven’t been before?” He asked Jay that we’re currently testing out a new guitar.
His hyung smiled at him. “What happens to my cool and collected baby bro?”
Niki sighed. “He died” and sent the older one a teasing smile.
“You’re the one who has always said that it happens when it happens. And look at all of us, you weren’t wrong. It’s your turn to be patient now.”
He avoided Jay’s eye contact, as he kept playing the same note on a keyboard that stood in the room before him.
“Easy for you to say with G on your arm every day” Niki answered as he rolled his eyes.
Jay just chucked. “Come, let’s go make some curry and distract that mind of yours”
He followed along, but not before giving the thread a pull, a little reminder that he was thinking of you.
You loved the little red string, and red had quickly become your favorite color. What you didn’t understand was your soulmate's inability to stand still.
Almost every hour of every day, he was jumping around like a flea. The string was constantly bouncing or moving from side to side, often in the same movements over and over again.
It had left you wondering just what he was up to each and every day. You knew your own moved around a lot too, dancing would do that. But did he even notice how much he moved himself?
Of course ballet was much slower movements and much more elegant than whatever he was doing.
But you guessed whatever he was up to made him happy, he had after all been doing it since the very first day, and happiness was important.
Every now and then you would feel a tug on the string, and you knew he was thinking of you. It always warms your heart.
Another day, another tour stop. Niki was excited, the string had never been as loose as when he excited the airplane.
If it hadn't been for Sunghoons birthday gift last year he would have his arms filled with the red string at that moment. Hell he might even end up tripping over it.
His soulmate-less brother had always been the best at giving both advice and gifts that were soulmate related, and that year Niki had gotten a little compas looking thing that when attached to the string, railed it into it's compartment and kept it safe. It was one of the most precious gifts he had ever gotten.
“You think she’s here?” He asked his older brothers with hope in his eyes. Some shrugged, others nodded, but Heeseung just pulled him down to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. “Let’s find out shall we?”
It was still early in the morning, and he was just lounging around until it made sense for them to do their first sound check and overall runthrough of the choreo.
And as the clock struck ten, the string started to move. A tiny bit to the left, then to the right. You were so close now that he for the first time could see how you were moving through the city. Unlike the very subtle movements of your hand movements he had gotten used to, this looked different, it even felt different.
It distracted him. He forgot everything from lyrics to moves as the hours progressed, earning him a lot of teasing comments from his members.
At some point he buried his head in his hands and groaned. “I don’t know if I can do this guys” he said with an apologetic look.
Sunoo laughed. “You obviously can’t, but I’m surprised you have lasted this long”
Niki smiled. “Yeah, me too”
“Just go,” Jungwon said with a smile. “Find her and bring her to the hotel for dinner”
The youngest nodded enthusiastically, before he all but ran off stage. He didn’t make it far before he heard someone call after him.
“I’m not letting you roam a new city all by yourself” Jay said with a smile before grabbing Nikis shoulders and giving them a loving rub.
The two of them got one of their managers to drive them until the string led them through small passages in the city. Then they took the rest of the journey on foot.
The city in and of itself was beautiful, with old cathedrals, brick sidewalks and cozy cafes on almost every corner, and a quick coffee run later the two had returned to their adventure.
Niki was quiet, more than he usually was, but who could blame him? His palms were sweaty and his eyes never left that red string that twisted around corners. He wondered if you had walked the same streets at some point.
Jay looked at his youngest brother with admiration, as he tried to let him just be, to live this moment.
The string took them to an open plaza in the middle of the city, and before them laid one of the few buildings in the world that were still home to a royal ballet. And the string went straight through its doors.
“Shit…” Jay said under his breath.
“Fuck” Niki ecchoed.
Getting to the building was one thing, the easiest step on their path it seemed. But getting in there, behind the scenes? That would be as close to impossible.
On any given day you would’ve paid more attention to your end of the string. But today wasn’t any normal day, no you were on the night of your career. Prima ballerina for this years ‘Swan Lake’ was your new title.
Everything had led up to this, this was what you had worked for your entire life, what you had ruined your muscles and feet for, and nothing, not even the new movements of your string, could take your eyes off that price.
The day was a constant stress of rehearsals, fittings, ice baths and fittings. Your heart was beating so hard that you could feel the pulse in your entire body.
When you finally sat down in the hair and make up you gave the string a little pull. It was as tight as it had always been, and you couldn’t help that little ping of hurt that he, whoever he was, wasn’t there to see this moment and to be your loudest cheerleader in the crowd.
Niki felt defeated, normally the little tug would make it all better, but how could he get into a show that had been sold out for months?
Jay had managed to score tickets to every performance that night except one, and as absolutely amazing as the two performances had been that night, you hadn’t been there.
“I’m so sorry” Jay said with an apologetic smile as he watched Niki once again moved his last piece of ravioli around on his plate as he was lost in thought.
He only shrugged. “It is what it is” he gave him a halfhearted smile. “At least these performances have given me a few ideas for some new choreography?” It sounded more like a question than anything else.
“Yeah, that is kind of a silver lining”
He lowered his head and kept it down, and all Jay could do was sit idly by as he watched his youngest break down in front of him.
It was a rare sight to see Niki cry, he put on a hard facade, something he had done these last few years, a trauma response they had all figured.
He moved to the booth and pulled him into a tight hug. “I know,” he whispered. And that little reassurance opened the floodgates.
Niki was grateful they were hidden away from all eyes in the back of the restaurant. That no one was near to witness this, the fact that Jay saw him like this was embarrassing enough.
He pulled away with an apology as he dried his eyes.
“Don’t ever apologize to me for having feelings that are so big you need to express them. I will forever be a safe place for you to do that”
Niki saw how sincere he was and he only nodded as yet another tear escaped his left eye.
A commotion in the restaurant was the next thing the pair heard, and suddenly their manager came rushing towards them.
“I got them!” He screamed. “I got them but we need to go now! It starts in 5 minutes!”
Fuck. This was it. And he had never in his entire life, moved faster than he did just then.
He moved up the stairs with a fast pace, rushing towards the top floor where his seat was located. He didn’t wait to figure out if the others could keep up, that didn’t matter. You were the only thing on his mind.
This had to be it, you had to be a part of this production, there was no other way. He had prepared himself to stand outside in the snow all night if that was what it took. But this did seem like a better alternative.
He wondered what your role was, were you someone behind the scenes, or were you like him, a performer?
The balcony had a perfect view of the entire stage, and when the string led straight behind the curtain, he knew this was it.
His legs were bouncing, he was fidgeting with every ring on his fingers. He didn’t care that his baggy jeans or his hoodie made him stand out like a sore thumb between the fancy gowns and suits.
Jay laid a hand on his thigh. “Breathe” and he tried, but it was as if all of the oxygen had left the room.
“She’s here hyung, she’s right here. I just know she is”
“And so are we”
Their eyes met. “Is this really happening?” He asked.
Jay smiled. “Yeah, it really is”
“You’re sure this isn’t a dream?” He asked as he once again looked to the red curtains.
Jay laughed. “Dreams are my mark, not yours. So yeah I’m pretty sure”
The smile that painted his lips were from pure happiness, and he looked like a tiny sun, radiating in this somewhat dark room.
And just then the lights flickered three times, an indication that the show was about to begin.
All Niki could do now was hope that he wouldn’t pass out.
As the curtains rose a calmness came over you, the world around you disappeared, and your feet started to move on their own accord as they always had.
You were home now, and you wondered if you would ever be more happy than you were in that exact moment.
He saw you, and you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. There was no one in this world that could tear his eyes from you.
He knew in his heart he looked like a star struck idiot, but he couldn’t care less.
Your elegance was unmatched and the way you moved proved to him that the universe had done him a favor. You were the other half of his soul, one he had lost before he even came into this world, the one thing he had searched for his entire life, the one person he would search for in every life after this one.
A dancer, of course you were, he thought. Who else would be able to understand his love for being on stage, other than one who shared that passion?
He knew it was opening night for this year's season which meant that he experienced this moment with you in real time. He was so proud despite not even knowing your name yet.
Before he knew it the curtains once again closed and the show was officially over. The cast stepped out when they opened once again and your smile was so big as you looked at your partner it literally took his breath away, it was as if he froze in time.
As you bowed he once again gained consciousness and he clapped and cheered louder than anyone there. He reached out and pulled on that string as hard as he could.
He watched as you took a small stumble, he watched as you reached out to grab it, and as you followed it, it let your eyes straight to him.
God he was beautiful, dressed in black and grey, messy hair and tear stained cheeks, but he didn’t seem to mind. The two of you watched each other for a second, and then you both watched as the string that connected you, transformed from crimson red to the most dazzeling gold.
He was still clapping when your tears started rolling down your cheeks and you once again took a bow, deeper this time, more grateful.
Niki had sent Jay back to the hotel after he had been approached by one of the security guard of the theater. Telling him that you would be out as soon as possible.
He had decided to go outside to hopefully calm his blazing hot cheek.
It was hard for him to wrap his head around the fact that he had actually found you. That he had listened to himself and it had been worth it.
The snow had started again and the darkness that surrounded it was only lit up by the old streetlights. He stood there, looking over the plaza as he wondered just what he wanted to say to you.
He didn’t have Jake’s mark, but he wanted it to be something meaningful, something you could be proud of.
Behind him he heard a door close and he turned in one smooth movement, as if quick turns on his heels were second nature to him. Who was he? You couldn’t help but wonder.
You stood on the top of the stairs looking down on him. Looking at that gold string, so you hadn’t imagined it.
Niki took a step forward and almost instinctively reached out for you.
He was calm, and you most definitely weren’t. You made a small jump and let out a small scream before you rushed down the steps to him.
He laughed, loudly, and the sound bounced around on the buildings, echoing it back to the two of you as if it was your own little song.
As you were almost by the foot of the stairs he opened his arms to you, and you leaped the last few steps. Throwing yourself into his arms.
He caught you, as he always would, and held you tight. Spinning you around as you both laughed.
He smelled amazing, felt amazing. He was tall, messy haired and you could feel his heart beating beneath that big puffer coat.
“I found you” he said as he finally pulled his face from the crook of your neck.
The two of you looked at each others with smiles so big that they hurt your cheeks more than the cold.
“You certainly did, and perfect timing I might say” You answered as he returned you to the ground. He kept his arms around your waist though. You didn’t mind.
“I barely made it, who would’ve thought I’d end up having such a talented soulmate that sell out her first show months in advance?”
You felt the blush paint your cheek as you looked away from him. “Don’t be embarrassed, you should be proud. It’s such an amazing achievement”
He couldn’t help himself as he brought his hand to your cheek and forced your eyes back to his.
“What about you, what is it that you do since you’re suddenly here?” You slithered out of his grip and instead interlinked your pinky with his.
He smiled at the gesture, and he quickly knew this would be how he held your hand for as long as you allowed it. Together you walked down the street enjoying the cold and finally each other.
Niki chuckled. “Eh… I’m in a similar industry” he said as he ran a hand through his hair.
He didn’t expect that he would be this nervous actually talking to you, opening up. But he was scared all of the sudden, scared that anything he could say would want you to leave him behind.
You raised a brow at him, but didn’t push the subject, you were observing, letting him take his time.
“Do you know kpop?” he asked as he kicked some of the snow that lay on the road.
“I do”
“Well, I’m an idol… And are kind of here for a tour” he stopped in his tracks and watched you smile up at him.
“So a singer and a dancer then? You’re making me look bad”
He chuckled, as he felt the weight fall from his shoulders. "I don't think that is possible"
"What kind of dance?" You asked, and he couldn't help himself so he spun you around.
Niki watched as your body reacted by pure instinct, how you stepped up on your toes, even in your sneakers, how your leg lifted off the ground.
"Well definitely not ballet"
The two of you laughed together.
"Want to dance with me?" He asked as you stopped beneath one of the lights.
"I will dance with you for as long as you'll have me" You said as he pulled you closer with a smirk.
"I promise you one thing red, I am never letting you go. You have a dance partner for life with me"
So you danced there in the somewhat silence of the city as the snow fell around you. Two dancers, one soul, brought together by nothing more than a red string of fate
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