Nct Dream |Instagram| [Nomin , Markhyuck , Chensung]

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Chenle was so late. Jeno and Mark were going to kill him.

Well it wasn't technically his fault. He had just forgotten to look at the time when he was with Jisung and when he tried to his phone died.

"Lisa's got him cornered in the bathroom," A girl in the hallway said, peaking Chenle's interest. Wasn't Lisa the girl that kissed Mark?

Was Mark trouble again?

"I don't get what Mark sees in him," Another girl said, taking a bite out of her granola bar. "I mean I never even knew his name until Mark was blabbing about it at the party."

Haechan hyung??

Chenle slowed his pace so he could hear what else the girls were saying.

"Yeah isn't it like Dongfuck or something?" The girl laughed at her own joke before closing her locker. "I think it's all going according to her plan anyway. They break up, Lisa sleeps with Mark as a rebound and she wins the little contest."

Oh no.

They had all worked way to hard for Markhyuck.

Donghyuck was in trouble.

Chenle ran as fast as he could to the gym to get to Mark. He would know what to do.

"Mark hyung! Mark hyung!" Chenle yelled as soon as he got through the gym doors. The basketball players stopped their practice at the interruption.

"Chenle you're late," Mark scoffed before walking over to the out of breath blonde. "How many times have I told you-"

"Haechan hyung," Chenle heaved out putting his hands on his knees. "Lisa's...she's got him in the bathroom."

Mark's eyes widened like saucers. "What?"

"She wants to sleep with you," Chenle straightened up, finally catching his breath. "Hyungs in trouble."

"Practice is over," Mark announced before sprinting out the door. He could not let Lisa fuck up his relationship. Not again.

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"I heard about your little Woojin situation," Wonho spit, yanking Jaemins head back and pressing his knee harder into his back. Jaemin could only gasp out at the pain. He tried to reach his hands out but they only slid against the floor.

"Hmm," Wonho lifted him up and pressed him against the lockers, his hand clenching hard against Jaemin's wrist. Wonho pressed his chest hard against Jaemin's back, forcing the handle of the locker to dig hard into his stomach. "Do you want a repeat?"

Jaemin's eyes widened and he tried to yell but Wonho quickly covered his mouth. "Shut the fuck up!"

"What the fuck," A loud growl was heard from down the hallway. "Get the fuck off him."

Jaemin could feel hope sparking in his chest at the voice.

"Oh Jeno, right?" Wonho pulled Jaemin's chin to the side to make him look at Jeno. "Look bitch, it's your little boyfriend."

Jaemin cracked one of his eyes opened to look at Jeno. Jeno's face was mixed with so much worry and anger that Jaemin's never seen in him before. Jeno looked close to ripping a head off.

Jeno looked ready to kill someone.

Wonho laughed before shoving the back of Jaemin's head, making his forehead slam into the locker in front of them. Wonho let him drop to the floor as he took a step towards Jeno.

"You want to fight, pretty boy?" Wonho grinned before stepping back to put his foot on Jaemins head. "Oh should I go back to making him my bitch."