Golden ◂ NCT Jaemin

65 ◂ Contract

underlined text is in Chinese

◂ 65 ▸

"If we die today, who's gonna look after Daegal?" 

That was Chenle's main concern as they walked up to the house whose exterior was stunningly pretty, mainly surrounded by trees as the building was a little secluded there, at the city's outskirts. 

"Mark, probably," Jisung noted, while Jeno merely pointed out, 

"We aren't going to die." 

Chenle turned to Jaemin who seemed a little absent-minded, his anticipation and longing to see his girlfriend reduced his nervosity. 

"What do you think?" he asked the older who briefly snapped out of it only to say, 

"Anything is possible." 

"Yo Jaem-" Jeno exhaled in surprise. "That's not the spirit, man." 

"Smells like teen spirit," Haechan chimed under his breath. 

Renjun hummed. "You mean dynamite." 

"We are not going to die," Jeno repeated, then looked at Taeyong. "Why aren't you helping?" 

Taeyong shrugged. "I didn't want to ruin the mood." 

"I'll knock," Chenle said eagerly, letting his knuckles crash against the wooden door. Tense silence pushed between the boys.

Soon, the door opened. 

A tall man stood before them, a loaded gun in his hand and pointed at the boy. 

Chenle grimaced. "Smothering us with hospitality, I see," he noted, then smiled at the man. "May we enter?"

"Do you have any weapons?"

"My amazing looks perha--" Chenle said yet cut himself off when Jeno hit the back of his head. He turned to look at him, rolled his eyes yet nodded when he said, "Yeah we have weapons." 

Right away, he offered the man his gun but just as he was about to take it, Li Huang made an appearance.

"My house my rules," he told them, eying Renjun carefully who seemed annoyed by the sight of the man. "But in my house, everyone can keep his guns."

Chenle nodded. "Sweet," he said casually. "Thank you." 

And then, not minding the hostility nor the dozens of men filling the building or the guns pointed at him, Chenle just stepped past Li Huang, into the house.

Wide-eyed, Jeno looked back at Taeyong. But, to his surprise, Taeyong was actually smiling. He was amused by the younger one's nonchalant behaviour.

"It's fine, just go in," he told the boy that soon followed the others inside. 

They came to a halt in the living room. 

The same room that Taeyong had been in years ago. It hadn't changed much. The bullet holes were covered up and the blood had been scrubbed off. 

As if nothing ever happened. 

Taeyong hadn't expected coming back to be so weird. Uncomfortable. 

He hadn't expected his heart to ache, knowing things were just the way they were back then, the girl that he came back for the second time now still not next to him. 

Sitting down with a deep sigh, Li Huang put his arms down along the top of the backrest. He looked the boys up and down judgingly, yet quickly replaced that with a smile.