double dealing - nct, chensung

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"we are here today for a sad matter. today, we are all saying goodbye to park aera and park insu, victims of humans' stupidity..."

jisung stared blankly at the two wooden coffins circled by flowers, not even paying attention to the speech that was being given in honour of his parent's death.

he was standing in the middle of the cemetery, the 22 other members of nct by his side, and some of his parents' friends as well. the leaders of each branch of the mafia were there, heesun standing right next to jisung, and the others by heesun's side. all had blank faces on, too used to death for it to be exceptional.

they weren't supposed to come to this banal ceremony, but they were all here for jisung's sake. they knew his group members would be there, and that they would find it weird if no one was there at jisung's parents' funeral. they were just there to make it seem like jisung's family was a normal one, when it was in fact very abnormal.

another special ceremony was planned at night, the official mafia ceremony, in which jisung would officially become the head of death park.

after the long speech, jisung gulped as the two coffins caging the bodies of his parents were carried towards the crematorium and placed in front of the small hole from which heat was escaping.

a single tear rolled down his cheek, crashing on his black tuxedo and making a stain appear on it. but he couldn't care less.

the last pieces of jisung's youth were taken away as the two coffins were pushed inside the oven-like place. his parents disappeared for good, giving him all the responsibilities that they previously had. bills, taxes, bank accounts, but also a whole ass mafia.

as he was about to close his eyes, the sight of the coffins burning horrifying him, jisung felt something warm slowly slipping in the crook of his palm.

with a quick look to his side, he noticed that chenle had stepped closer to him and that his small hand was sliding against jisung's to hold his.

jisung gladly accepted it, intertwining their fingers as he pulled chenle closer, allowing the chinese male to lean against jisung's side while their grip on each other's hand tightened.

jisung took deep breaths as more tears rolled down his cheeks without him trying to contain them and wipe them off. he stayed silent; his eyes fixed on his parents' bodies that were slowly tuning into ashes.

the simple presence of chenle next to him had seemed to calm him down, and to help him dealing with this.

he had promised himself long ago that he would try keeping chenle's innocence and purity intact as long as he could. but in fact, at this very moment, it seemed like it was the other way around. it seemed like chenle was the one keeping jisung's sanity. and jisung was thankful for that.

"thank you..." jisung whispered, his voice barely audible despite the killer silence of the room.

chenle lifted his head, looking at jisung's face in confusion. was this 'thank you' meant for him? or was he thanking his parents? or someone else?

"thank you for preventing me to break down." jisung spoke again, on the same tone as before. he even turned his head slowly, his lifeless eyes full of tears meeting chenle's glistening orbs, making the chinese male understand that he was the one being thanked.

"it's normal jisung." chenle smiled the brighter he could, despite the situation. "that's what friends are for, right?"

jisung couldn't deny that.