"hyung! ... hyung!! ... hyuuung!!! ... HYUNG—"
mark had barely stepped over the threshold of the dreamies' dorm — if that demon hotbed could be called a dorm at all — and he was already regretting he'd agreed to come over at all. the place sounded as if a 100 monkeys vs. 100 parrots fight was going on and looked— oh no, don't even get mark started on how it looked. on top of that, he was pretty sure normal air in normal rooms isn't black.
he took a deep breath, imagine an ocean, mark, a beautiful, deep, wide ocean of patience, and yelled back, "what is it, chenle?"
"HYUNG, COME TO THE KITCHEN NOW—"
judging by the fierceness of chenle's screeching, the wisest thing for mark to do was to moonwalk outta the door and keep moonwalking until he'd reached a safe distance. the term "safe distance", if applied to the dreamies, meant 10 miles or more. mark was never famous for choosing the wisest option available, though. otherwise, he wouldn't have been in NCT at all.
that's why he took a careful step over a pair of dirty moomin-themed socks, accidentally stepped straight into a plate of spaghetti carbonara, cursed under his breath, and marched straight [a/n: gay] towards the kitchen.
a/n:
this book will have short chapters because this is what suits its style :)
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in safe hands ° sungtaro
Fanfictionin safe hands || [jung sungchan x osaki shotaro] ❛ all hell breaks loose in nct dream's dorm when shotaro disappears without a trace ❜ ∨ sungtaro au in which shotaro is an nct member and sungchan is his fanboy ∨ short story, fluff, humor ∨ slow upda...
