Bitch boys | NCT Mafia AU

Dynamic; (CH37)

6650 words. Hope you enjoy🙄💔🤩.

I have no idea why Wattpad keeps taking this ch down. I'm so fcuking pissed off rn. I'm reuploading again because one of my followers couldn't access this CH?

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"Y/N!" Changsub clutched onto your arm, looking at your body for any signs of injuries.

Changsubs exclamation momentarily snapped you out of the parade of thoughts that had just excelled through your mind.

You paused and looked at everyone's expression to see what had just happened. You felt your mouth dry as you tried to figure out what to say to explain what had just happened.

"It's okay, I just need a moment to-"

"Take all the time that you wish, I'm always here for you" Taehyung noticed the suppressed tone in your voice, and motioned with his hands for you to slow down.

You noticed this a while ago, your random lapses of panic. This first happened after your extreme sudden panic lapse at Jinyoung's corpse experimentation room. And, whenever you were reminded of Bokyung, it would happen: whether it was a shortness of breath, or, chills curling through your body, or even, her face constantly morphing from random lifeless objects in the room. You thought that this would've been a side effect to feeling as emotionless as you did about her death - that maybe she was haunting you. Trying to get grasp control of you even from the cold bitter afterlife (in your eyes the hag was desperately poking at your insecurities and issues, which was now Jungwoo and your relationship with him).

You refused to believe it was anything else from that, you didn't believe that you had mental issues or that, you genuinely believe in spirits. Hence why you and Hyungwon were really close once.

Just as you were about to tell the guys some bullshit excuse for your random lapse, you heard one of the metal vent door-lining clatter down to the ground.

"Can you start shooting away at the bastards Taeyong? I am seriously melting like icecream in this!" Jaemin yelled, his head popping out of the rectangular vent opening, his face looked like a red chili (both emotionally and physically) which somehow matched his newly dyed strawberry blonde hair.

It took so much effort to hold your eyes back from falling out of your motherfucking sockets.

"Jaemin!" You yelled back in some sort of built-in reflex.

Jaemin head snapped to your voice, his arms swung from beside him as he tried to push himself out of the vent, muttering curse words as he realised he was stuck.

"She is right there Taeyong! Why are you standing so far away from her like an idiot? Go get her away from those creeps!" Jaemin slammed his hands on the metal lining around the vent frustratedly.

Taeyong sighed, folding his arms. It seems as if Taeyong wanted to let Jaemin have his 'moment'.

"Y/N stand behind me, we don't know if he's going to attack" Changsub murmured over to you, glancing at you before putting his hand on your shoulder and pushing you behind him.

Taehyung immediately noticed this and stood next to you closely, looking at you with this concerned expression.

"WHY ARE YOU BASTARDS SO COMFORTABLE WITH HER LIKE THAT.? STOP STANDING NEXT TO HER LIKE YALL LIKE HER OR-" Jaemin was going off, his hands repeatedly slapping the metal lining, however Taehyung and Changsub cut him off simultaneously.

"I do like her." They both said.

You each of your hands on both of their backs and pushed them lightly away from you, "maybe you guys need to cool off"