That night, Niki was lying face down on the bed, focused on his phone. His fingers skillfully scrolled the screen, his expression calm and cool—the typical vibe of a guy who’s not easily bothered. You sat beside him. Your new nail art was shining, and on a whim… u started poking Niki's lips with ur nails. Poke. Pinch. Poke again. Niki stayed silent, his eyes fixed on his phone screen. But, he was getting a little irritated n since it was u he didn't do much he looked at u with those sharp eyes of his Babe, stop poking my lips it's getting irritating.