NCT Oneshots {ot23} | open

Paint my nails: TaeSung {Request}

▹request acc: BOYKISSR 
▹prompt: Jisung's being bullied for being a femboy so his crush Taeyong comforts him and they end up together
▹word count: 4116
▹warnings: bullying, homophobia, some of the members are meanies here :<

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Jisung stares at his reddened eyes in the grimy mirror, then down at his nail polish. The purple glistens just as much as the first tear that breaks free and rolls down his cheek, the flickering lights overhead putting all his misery on display in a sick form of advertising for the other students: hey, look! The school's loser is here, and he's crying. Like a girl.

He lets out a shaky exhale and turns on the tap to begin scratching at his nails. All of last night's efforts to get the polish as neat as possible flakes off and disappears down the drain, and Jisung trembles from both the desperate emptiness in his chest and the echoes of the words spat at him.

Wuss. Stupid princess. Cry baby.

Other homophobic slurs that make Jisung sick to his stomach.

The tears keep coming, yet he doesn't cry out. Although it's the end of the school day, he's paranoid that anyone could walk in at any moment so he at least wants to retain what little dignity he has left and not break down into full sobs. The silent tears are just as painful.

He only turns the tap off when his brain finally registers that the water has become scalding hot, then he looks up to grab some tissue to dry his hands, instead finding himself crashing into someone.

Not just someone.

Jaehyun. And Johnny is at his side.

Both of them peer down with dark gazes, lips curled into evil snarls that have Jisung squeezing his eyes shut. His hands begin to dry from the air and they turn cold, fingers numb and knees quivering. Given that spring has barely awoken, he did his best to cover his legs with thigh-high white socks, but now they've rolled down a little to expose the top of the bruises from the last encounter with the two older bullies. They kicked at his shins until he collapsed in the corner of the abandoned history classroom, no one else nearby to hear his pleads. No one ever hears his pleads.

Jisung cracks open his eyes to see Johnny and Jaehyun looking him up and down. Heat rushes to his cheeks as he tugs on the end of his baby blue skirt, not that it does anything. Even through his blurred vision, he can tell that the bullies are plotting something, his brain setting off all kinds of alarm bells, yet he knows from experience that attempting to run away just makes everything worse. The two easily overpower him anyway. It would be futile.

So Jisung's trapped.

He swallows, curls his hands into fists.

"Aw, do you need some help fixing your makeup?" Jaehyun reaches out to tilt Jisung's chin up with a finger, and the youngest can't do anything but stay still as his skin crawls. Jisung doesn't even want to think about the mess of his makeup.

It took him over an hour to paint his nails last night, then almost an hour again that morning to get his eyeliner and eyeshadow perfect, and his crying has ruined it all without a doubt. He watches in terror as Johnny grabs his yellow bag from the corner of the room and rests it on the edge of the sinks, before opening the zip with a taunting laugh.

"Look at all of this!" Johnny exclaims and beckons Jaehyun to take a look. He drops Jisung's chin and steps over to examine the contents of the poor boy's bag.

The glittery pencil case gets emptied across the floor, each item of stationary clattering all over the tiles and making Jisung wince. He cries harder when his favourite pink gel pen ends up in a dirty puddle of an indescribable liquid. The notepad is the next victim. It's the one he decorated with pretty flower stickers before the school year began, and he always smiles when he takes it out to copy notes during class but supposes he won't be able to do that anymore, because Jaehyun rips out the pages and scrunches them all up to drop them in the toilet, the beloved cover page included.