Bitch boys | NCT Mafia AU

Escalator; (CH40)

You squeezed your eyelids and tried to think of sad things to make you cry.
Bokyung sending you away to a kids hospital so she didn't have to deal with you? Tears weren't falling.

Jaemin and Jisoo faking yet actually being your friends? Old news.

Baekhyun cheating on you? you couldn't care less.

Accidentally calling Yesung 'mum' because he was the mother (and somehow dad) figure you never had? That was more of a joke than anything.

The conflict of love and whether you actually liked (or love) Taehyung, Taeyong, and Jungwoo? Bitch this isn't the bachelorette, you weren't going to let yourself cry for shit.

Fine. How about the way Ouran Highschool Host Club was cut off after season one?? Your face was wetting itself uncontrollably, no sense of composure was present.
Your nose was flaring in and out, your eyes wrinkled together and snot violently shot out of your nostrils as your tears glided down your cheeks.

Jungwoo looked back to hear why you were making so much noise.

'FUCK YOU, HORSE FACE BITCH!' You punched Jungwoo the moment he turned around, trying your best to channel your sadness into some form of realistic anger.

Jungwoo fell backwards, someone catching him.

In reality, you just didn't really want Jungwoo to see your face whilst also wanting to make it seem like your hated him.

You looked around to see where Taeyong was, he was in the corner switching his gear with someone. Chanyeol was laughing on the phone and the two boys were cleaning themselves off.

Where exactly was the star of the show? The woman you wanted to give this great performance for? Common... You were begging to see her-

'YOU SLUT!' This screechy familiar voice moaned out, before throwing a pathetic punch right at your nose.

Cute... Just not the right woman you were looking for. You rolled your eyes.

You let your legs fold a bit and "fell" down onto the metal floor. Giving out a small wince so Yunhee's ego won't be too hurt.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, acting as if her punch was strong enough to induce saliva to fall out.

She then got on top of you, her knee on your chest, her hand to your throat with her blunt knife closing into your skin.

She was such a rookie. One toss and she'd be off the aircraft, flying, crashing down. But, no, you weren't going to do that you. You were quite nice, you saved yourself from murder when it was unnecessary-

'WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE REST? HAVE SEX WITH THEM? WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED' Her spit was landing on your face, her face uglied with fury.

'Yes Yunhee, I had sex with eight men simultaneously. It's my talent!' you sighed before smiling widely at her, you were too young yet felt too old for this shit.

You'd grown out of the highschool style fights. Especially with people who were stuck in 2016, watching LaurDIY, making slime and swore under the influence of their 'fav' music artists, consisting of Juicewrld🥵.

'Jungwoo hold this, I'm going to beat this bitch up' Yunhee huffed, passing him her phone as she tied her hair up into a ponytail.

You were so damn close to laughing, you felt your body shudder as each second past by.
Yunhee thought she could beat you up? Fucking hilarious. She thought she was a big girl now.

Jungwoo cringed slightly, holding her phone with his fingertips.

She reached down to slap you, she let herself completely open, her movements were predictable. She'd die in an instant in a real fight.