double dealing - nct, chensung

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jisung sighed loudly, staring at his closed bedroom door and trying his best not to run back there and open it.

he could hear chenle crying on the other side of it. the chinese male was surely sitting against it, waiting for the door to magically open, and for jisung to take him in his arms.

but this wouldn't happen.

it had been one whole week since jisung had cut ties with the older.

one long and painful week, during which jisung had cried too often for his own good.

it was bad; he was finally realising how weak chenle made him. his godfather was right, there was more than friendship between them. and this fuzzy feeling in his chest, that one feeling jisung couldn't name... it was love, it had been since the beginning.

in fact, jisung had a crush on chenle. a big fat one.

that was what drove him to protect the boy so much.

that was what made him so angry whenever chenle would spend time with someone else.

that was what had him so happy when chenle was paying attention to him.

that was what caused his heart to beat so fast for him.

park jisung, leader of the biggest mafia in korea, had a crush on zhong chenle, second youngest member of nct.

processing this new information made him so mad at himself.

he wasn't professional enough.

whenever his father ruled the mafia or went on missions, there was no time to think about the woman he loved, or their son. it was him and him only.

but jisung wasn't able to do that; at least not yet. chenle was always on his mind, and even when he was in the middle of killing someone, he found himself thinking about him, and wondering if chenle would approve all those bad things he did.

but this was bad. he couldn't do that. not when his own life was at stake.

the youngest member picked his phone up from his bed as soon as he felt it buzzing.

he had received a message from his godfather.

'how about a walk in the park?'

jisung didn't need a lot of time that this was meant for him to understand he needed to come to their base, the park.

without even thinking about it, jisung picked his gun, wore his mask and his hood, and got out of the dorm by the window of his room.

he walked to the park at a rapid pace, barely paying attention to his surroundings as chenle was once again on his mind.

the mafia leader hated himself for making chenle endure that. he knew that the chinese male was so pure and perfect. he didn't deserve to be disrespected like that.

but jisung had no choice, and he was protecting him in some way.

"young park."

jisung lifted his head, nodding at the man that was guarding the door of their base.

"hello." he mumbled as the man opened the door, letting the leader inside.

jisung walked across the corridors, ignoring the pained screams he was hearing for some of the rooms. he was too used to it; his members torturing people, their medics removing a bullet from one of the members, or simply members training.