Humans used to play Mobile Legends through the screen. It is now 4050 and it is no longer a game but a sport. Players are handpicked to enter the arenas as they strive to work as a team to destroy turrets and bring their team to victory.
Neo Cultur...
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I thought that I only had about Hansol and Jaehyun to worry about. That was not the case.
Jeno, Jaemin, and I sat in their bathroom, the male scrunching his face at the mirror when he sighed and shook his head.
"Nah, I can't," he said and I tilted my head at him. "My hair would look weird blue. And why do we have to listen to Jaemin?"
Jaemin was aggressively mixing hair dye in a bowl when he looked up. "It's a fashion statement. You can now go out and express yourself—"
"I express myself in the arena."
"Jeno, you are of royal Draxian blood. Use that to your advantage!"
"What does that have to do with my hair?"
"Jaemin said it's a fashion statement," I said, reminding Jeno. He made a face.
"I know that... but what does it have—Ah!" Jeno yelped, Jaemin giving his hair a big swipe with the brush.
"Shut up and just do it. NCT Center will have a PR session because of you. You've got to be aggressive. Take a stand and tell them off, you got me?"
"Is there a reason why you're madder at the public then I am?"
"Yes, and that reason is because of you. You don't care, I do." Jaemin began to run his hands through Jeno's hair before sneaking a look at me. "Noona, why are you here again? Not that I'm complaining. Just asking because usually you're running away from Jaehyun hyung and Hansol hyung."
"Exactly," Jeno snapped. "We're giving her sanctuary."
"Not exactly safe when people walk into our room like it's a park," Jaemin mumbled and Jeno shot him a look.
"Those are your friends."
"And what will they say when they walk in here and see Nabi noona sitting in the bathtub like she's waiting to be butchered and drained of blood?" Jaemin asked. He must have noticed my questioning look because he gave me a dry smile. "Old movies, you know? Like Michael Myers? Also, Edward Scissorhands. He was a barber..."
"Jaemin! Is this why you suddenly have an obsession with my hair?" Jeno asked, his eyes widening.
I watched the two friends bicker. Despite it being cold, I felt warmer than when I was outside and alone. I chuckled from time to time, noticing how Jaemin and Jeno communicated.
So raw, so honest.
Once Jeno was done with his superspeed hair dye, it was now bright blue. He hated it. I could tell.
Jaemin loved it and I knew that Jeno cared about Jaemin enough to not care about what he looked like if his best friend was fawning over him.
"Beautiful, beautiful. Now, next step is we give you black highlights. A fashion statement, Jeno. The blue for the royal Draxian blood, the black for the human part.... Shall we...." Jaemin's hand itched towards another box of black hair dye when the sound of a bell blared through out the dorm.
