mansion | nct dream

25: BURIED ALIVE

"This is totally lame, where are all the monsters? We kept running into them when I was scared but now that I'm fired up they're not here. They're total pussy's, right Mark?" Donghyuck said, chuckling at the end and rolling his eyes.

Mark let out a laugh but quickly sounded it out with the sound of him clearing his throat, giving a nod instead. "Yep, they're really scared of you dude."

That caused Donghyuck to scoff and turn on his heels, staring at Mark with folded arms. "So you man-zone me then kiss me and then you dude me?"

"I always say those kind of words, it's a habit. What would you rather be called?" Mark asks, catching up to Donghyuck and grabbing the end of his shirt, tugging him along so he'd keep walking.

"Hmm.." the boy tapped his chin, thinking for a couple seconds before an idea sprung into his head. "Call me beautiful."

Mark choked back a laugh, punching his own chest a couple times. "You want me to call you beautiful?"

Donghyuck nods. He was fully serious.

"Alright," Mark gives a nod back. "Let's continue walking, beautiful."

"Okay!" Donghyuck had a big smile on his face, clearly content with Mark agreeing to call him that.

"MARK, DONGHYUCK!"

Startled, both of the said boys turned around, surprised to see Jeno running up to them while panting. "It's Chenle, he's trapped in the vent and both Renjun and Jaemin are missing."

"WHAT?!"

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"CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!" Jisung was holding himself up, feet and hands planted on either side of the wall. The cement was filling fast, it was closing in on him and he was getting tired. He couldn't stay up much longer. This was his end.

"C-Chenle," he whispered even though no one could hear him. While being here in this truly terrifying mansion, he had met someone close to his age who he really clicked well with. Outside of this place, he didn't have too many friends. It was difficult for him to make friends since he was more of the shy type but when he met Chenle and the others he felt like he could actually talk well with them. If he had met those six boys anywhere else in the world he knew they'd get along much better but even so, being in this place, the seven still managed to work together well and become friends.

And he was especially close with Chenle. Jisung has to admit, he wasn't the nicest to Chenle when they first met, which wasn't too long ago actually, but after the Chinese continuously pestering him he managed to warm up to him and they had a few nice conversations while the others were asleep and now he wouldn't even be able to see any of the boys here in the daylight, outside of this placed that seemed like hell.

Jisung wanted to get closer with the slightly older boy and hang out with him in a normal place like a café or something but that would never happen. Chenle was probably dead now, too. The noise Chenle heard was probably a creature crawling up the vent to kill him. As bad as it sounds, it could be true.

Jisung let himself fall from the wall, into the pouring cement, letting out blood curling screams. The cement was ripping his skin off and burying him inside it, soon he'd just be an imprint inside the cement. He remembers seeing a movie similar to this though now he'd be living it.

The young boys last wish being to meet the seven boys in another life. A happier life. His last word being the name of the one he wished to become closer to.