Dreams || NCT 2020

Two

CW: Mentions of psychiatric disorder, pills

Jaemin seemed to be uncomfortable, that's what Renjun thought as he approached the pink-haired male. It was comical, he thought, the way the other's hair stood out. But he knew deep inside that it meant danger. They might get caught due to him.

Shaking off his thoughts he took the seat beside the male who seemed to be in deep thoughts from hearing all that. He might be questioning everything, their credibility perhaps. But renjun wanted to let the male know he was there for him and he too had been in his shoes.

"Hey...," renjun started as he could sense the male stiffen beside him, his posture shifted a bit as he stared back. Renjun, Jaemin tried to recollect his name, was the one who was assigned to guide him.

"Jaemin... Right?" a small nod, that's what he received.

"Hey, don't be scared. We wouldn't hurt you..., " sensing the tension he spoke out as Jaemin nodded once again his eyes scanning the group. Taeyong so far seemed to be the leader. He looked annoyed, Jaemin could tell as his eyes were burning holes on the poor male who he thought was Mark.

"Is he always like this?" Turning to Renjun, Jaemin inquired as a small chuckle fell from his lips.

"Taeyong is the one who keeps us all together. If it weren't for him we would have been separated and by now got killed" the boy seemed to have a high appreciation for their leader, the pink-headed thought. It was evident in his eyes, the way those sparkled when he gazed at the male was enough to tell.

"Oh, Jeno!" Renjun swiftly got up from his place running over to the male who reached there panting, his dress disheveled and his hair a mess. It wasn't this worse, Jaemin knew, as he had taken a liking for the other's sense of style.

Now that he was looking a small blush crept up his cheeks as the male unexpectedly turned to meet the gaze of his, his eyes devoid of any emotion. Turning his head away Jaemin got up walking towards the leader.

As he neared the group of men he could hear the male named Yuta pointing out his worry,"... isn't this dangerous for us? To have an additional member whose hair resembles that of a highlighter?"

He was talking about me, Jaemin thought as he cleared his throat grabbing their attention. Taeyong seemed to shoot a silent glare at the male who seemed to be less bothered nevertheless the fact that the said male heard him though he didn't know to what extend.

"I can dye my hair if you want..." Jaemin knew it was a lie. He had dyed his hair pink not too long ago and he liked it on him. But with the image of Renjun's eyes lingering on his hair and Yuta's not-so-secret comment on it, he knew he had to comply to survive. They seem to be the only ones to get him out of the place which he now knew wasn't a fragment of his imagination.

"How so? There are no dyes available with us and it's, even more, riskier to break into one of the shops available" Yuta retorted as Jaemin pressed his lips into a thin line, his eyes capturing those of the leader's who seemed to be thinking hard about something.

"Do we have any hoodies in stock?" He asked as Mark nodded his eyes falling back to the male shift tent they had created.

"Pass him those. His hair is too much of a distraction." With that the male turned on his heels, Yuta following suit as Mark stood beside him, a small tap on his shoulder snapping him out of his train of thoughts.

"Your name is Jaemin right?"

A small nod. He could see Mark was pleased with his response as he smiled widely before throwing his arm around the younger male taking him off guard.