Bitch boys | NCT Mafia AU

Honeymoon Haze; (CH49)

'Itll be easy, Ive done this a hundred times.' Jaemin shrugged, polishing the tip of his pistol guns in preparation.

The boys tightly huddled around each other in the storage facility, located in the bottom of a cargo aircraft, flying towards Bokyung's, SM, main base.

'This is a bad idea.' Doyoung groaned, frustrated and annoyed, 'why did we let the most unorganised member of our group plan this infiltration?'

Jaemin gave Doyoung the eye, but stayed silent as he turned his attention over to Taeyong.

Taeyong bit his bottom lip, his knees pressed against his chest as he sat there utterly dazed.

'Oh my god- SOBER UP!' Doyoung cracked, he glared at Taeyong's drunken state and felt the need to punch him.

'We are gonna die. We are going to totally die!' Doyoung managed to stand up in the tight space and covered his sweaty face with his even sweatier hands.

Jaemin observed between the panicked Doyoung, drunken Taeyong, indifferent Jaehyun and completely silent Jungwoo.

Jaemin was the youngest within the group and had absolutely no idea what to do.

In situations like this, usually Taeyong would be straightening everyone out as Jungwoo threatened to punch everyone. This dynamic would balance out the panicked Doyoung and bring about the NCT spirit.

But, right now, Jungwoo was sitting there, not even lifting a finger to polish his gear and weaponry. He was clearly out of it.

Jungwoo had been pulled under some sort of blanket of shock after his encounter with Y/N in the helicopter.

Jungwoo hadn't mentioned Y/N once within the entirety of this mission planning.

The mystery of Jungwoo's inability to even talk shit about Y/N in the past weeks, caused everyone to feel this lingering sense of failure and fear.

And, Taeyong? He was senselessly drunk, desperately seeking a distraction.

Jaehyun had only recently returned, along with Doyoung and had accepted that they were "totally" fucked.

Both of them didn't trust Y/N and it couldn't have been more obvious.

The aircraft was beginning to decline into the SM bases landing deck area. The crates of cargo surrounding the boys began to fall over one another as the balance became unstable.

Doyoung's eyes lit up with pure fear.

Jaemin closed his eyes for a moment, calming himself.

He didn't want to resort to this, but he knew that at a time like this, it was the solution.

Jaemin stood up, and grabbed Doyoung's hand, placing a couple tablets onto his palm.

'You can crush it, gets to the head better that way.' Jaemin advised seriously.

Doyoung gave Jaemin a look, as if he was looking at a person who was mentally insane.

'Na Jaemin, I am no-'

Jaemin used one hand to hold Doyoung into place.

The boys looked up at Jaemin, curious as to what he was about to do.

With the other, Jaemin crushed the tablet into a powder, using the strength between his thumb and pointer finger. Before, harshly pressing those finger against the tip of Doyoung's nose and forcing Doyoung to inhale.

Jaemin let go of him.

Doyoung stumbled backwards, rubbing his nose, coughing and exhaling abruptly.