ONE-on-ONE | nct crackfic

sungchan and shotaro's stalker

it's just about time for his lunch break when shotaro has to use the restroom again, like any ordinary human being.

with time to spare, he slips into the men's section and relieves himself only to hear scratching on the bathroom door itself.

"hello? is anyone having trouble getting in?"

he says from his standing position but with no reply, he shook it off and continued his business before zipping it and washing his hands clean because coronavirus.

"shotaro!"

someone says and the young boy practically jumps, not bothering to dry his hands before he dips away like a scaredy-cat cause same.

• • •

"no—you have to believe me, i really heard someone say my name!"

sungchan says from the vending machine as he talks to doyoung.

"maybe you're hearing things."

doyoung doesn't believe a single thing the boy was muttering but whatever, he still listened anyway.

"i'm not hearing things—look, come here, shotaro, would you believe me if i said that i heard someone call my name out just earlier when i was right here?"

shotaro looks right into sungchan's bulging eyes, large and wide like elmo's and nods furiously.

"it's true, hyung, i also heard someone call my name when i was in the bathroom and i got so scared!"

doyoung doesn't believe shotaro either and drags the closest co-worker available towards the vending machine.

"doyoung for the last time i don't have enough coins for—oh, hi, guys."

yuta waves and smiles, so the younger boys do the same while doyoung shakes his head.

"no, i brought you here because the boys just told me they heard someone say their name and now they're really scared so if you could just tell them that it was probably just another member or something of that sort—"

"oh, it was me."

yuta admits, bluntly, and shotaro and sungchan sigh in relief.

"thank god,"

they say in unison,

"we thought it was like johnny or something."

"and you're scared?"

doyoung retorts.

"hey! johnny can be very intimidating—don't worry, guys, i'm still scared of him, too."

yuta assures them before he retrieves coins from his pocket and slides them into the slot, in, but pulling it out to tease the entrance before he slides it in for real and groan.

"damn it, i just used my last coin."

"i thought you said you didn't have enough coins."

doyoung mutters and walks away, unbothered but disturbed.

"what's with him?"

yuta asks the boys standing in front of him as he takes a sip from the soda he just bought, casually.

• • •

"dude, do you think anyone's following us?"

shotaro asks in a whisper but sungchan shrugs his shoulders, not really paying attention to his surroundings.

"it was nothing earlier so maybe you're just thinking too much."

"no, like i feel like i can hear someone walking behind us."

he tries to convince sungchan but it didn't seem like he bought the whole ghost or stalker facade again after what yuta had pulled.

"then look behind."

"i did, there's no one there."

shotaro eases into a turn to discreetly offer a look behind him but fails to see anyone there at all.

goosebumps rise on his skin with every step he takes towards home, shotaro knows he's not able to sleep tonight because even though he lives alone, is he ever really alone?

"um, do you wanna like sleep over doyoung-hyung's house tonight with me? i feel weird just like showing up."

"okay, why not?"

sungchan responds and both the boys head to doyoung's house where he landed right in front of his front door, breathing heavily with sweat trickling down their foreheads and strands of hairs.

doyoung opens the door and the sight he sees puzzles him,

"how'd you guys find my house?"

"we just know where you live,"

the both reply again in unison.

"do you think we could spend the night?"

but they're ignored by doyoung's questions bombarding them.

"why are you guys so sweaty and tired? met a stalker along the way? or another yuta?"

"no, we had a race,"

sungchan answers but he's interrupted quickly after that by shotaro's sudden raised hand.

"i won,"

yet, the younger boy did not agree.

"no, i won."

doyoung sighed and opened his front door wider, allowing the two buffoons into his humble abode of a home.

"both of you lost as hell, now get in and turn on the showers 'cause the both of you stink."

he closed the door, picked up a mug, and drank from it, shaking his head in disappointment.

"this better not be another thing that you two do, or else i'd have to move again. god, haechan and mark still bother me at work. should i just move to another hotline?"