Bitch boys | NCT Mafia AU

2 Sides of The Story: Chapter 58

There will be a note at the end to kind of explain what the trajectory of this is. I suggest reading it. It will clear a lot of confusion behind where this chapter takes place from.

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It took a while for him to find that grove again. Naturally, he could camoflague well into the intricate details of normal life.

Wake up earlier than dawn - if the birds began chirping earlier than he was yawning out of bed, he already knew he was late. He made sure his movements wouldn't catch onto your sheets, as he prayed to God they wouldn't wake. He would shimmy up his straightened shirt pants only to worry himself the moment the coins would jingle in his pockets, disturbing the silence he desperately needed to maintain. He would then slick his hair all the way back with hair gel, wiping the residue on his hands on your face towels, mistaking it for a napkin, before taking out a blazer he stole from Erik's wardrobe. He splashed water on his face, only to get angry and curse at the mirror upon noticing the splotches of grey on his white button down, he didn't have any time to dry it off so he'd simply used the same face towel to soak it up, only to realise he dabbled hair gel on it, leaving a stiff, questionable stain. Frustrated, he decided to just not wear a fresh button down and take one from the laundry basket. It was a tough decision but it needed to be made-

"What on earth are you doing Taeyong?" You leaned on the entrance of the bathroom, squinting at him as if he were part of your fever dream.

He blew it.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" He froze, momentarily, before slowly surrendering the dirty shirt down on the sink as if it were a stolen possession.

You wanted to ask him why he looked the way he did but you had spent the night looking after the kids, you weren't looking to spend the morning looking after Taeyong.

"Kind of?" Your voice was gross and nasally, which made you cringe as your ears began to clear up.

Taeyong went over to you but you were already walking out of the doorway.

"Have a day time at work, Tae. I am going back to sleep." You trudged back to the bedroom.

"Okay, good morning-night." His voice trailed as returned to the sink, flushed, as he eyed himself in the mirror.

He was getting old.

Taeyong quickly changed out of his clothes to another set, shoving his wallet and phone into his leather briefcase, before walking out of the door.

It seemed that every single time he'd leave, he  would groan, forgetting completely how cold Copenhagen got in the morning.

Slightly shrivelled, he would waddle his way over to the bank and take out enough money for the fortnight. On his way out, he'd give a couple krone to a homeless lady selling hot coffee on the sidewalk. He was a regular, so she'd smile every time he came, a handsome stranger.

He would walk down the empty canal front and take photos to piss off the boys, only to realise one of them wasn't very far away.

"I know you're there." Taeyong smirked, momentarily appearing as  slightly delusional as he addressed the empty canal.

A groan was heard from afar and Jungwoo emerged from behind one of the street booths.

"Why can't you act surprised for once? Is it really that hard Taeyong?" He jogged up to his friend and awkwardly nudged him with his shoulder, unable to conjure up the strength from within him to hug.

"I would, if you were good at hiding." He laughed, unable to hide his excitement, which did bring him a little bit of embarrassment.

Jungwoo scoffed, "I am?"