Dive Into You

Chapter 4: Moon Taeil

Moon Tae-il smiles sweetly, watching footage of Lee Dong-hyuck (Haechan) on his phone in the NCT 127 dorm. Kim Jung-woo casually walks by him and then suddenly pauses, seeing what his hyung is doing. He leans over Tae-il's shoulder and exclaims, "Why are you watching Haechanie's fancam?"

Tae-il yelps in shock and nearly throws himself off of the couch to the floor. His heart hammers against his chest, his cheeks redden with fury turning to the color of his hair and his deep brown eyes are wide open as he stares at the grinning Jung-woo, who is clearly enjoying himself. "Jung-woo-ah, don't do that!"

Jung-woo rounds the couch in one second and sits down right next to Tae-il. "Everytime I'm around you, you're watching things that are about Haechan. Haechan Fancams, Haechan Behind the Scenes content, Haechan Interviews, Haechan Solo Songs... Trust me, he's actually a royal pain in the--"

"JUNG-WOO!!" a voice screams out, cutting him off.

Tae-il, blinking, clutches the collar of his simple, long-sleeve white dress shirt. He is still working to calm his racing heart and control the blush in his cheeks.

Jung-woo peers over Tae-il, looking toward the kitchen. "Doyoungie, I'm talking to Taeilie! He's watching Haechan stuff again!"

"Jung-woo, shut up," Tae-il hisses under his breath. He wants to grab his bandmate's permed natural brown hair and yank hard.

Kim Do-young, with big dark brown eyes of amusement and interest, appears in the blink of an eye, leaning out of the frame, a curious look on his face. "Really? What is it this time?" He has a little bit of powder decorating his casual clothes: a long-sleeve blue shirt and loose black pants.

Tae-il shakes his head. "It's nothing, just resume what you were doing!"

Do-young stalks out and over to them, putting his hands on his hips. "Now, Moon Tae-il, you cannot have feelings for Lee Dong-hyuck."

"Why not?" Tae-il questions, a feeling of hurt and irritation growing inside of him.

"Yes, why not, Doyoungie?" a familiar voice inquires from behind him.

Do-young whirls around. "Oh, uh...Haechan-ah..."

Haechan, his hair dyed a lavender color, stands with his arms folded across his chest and an eyebrow cocked. "Why can't Taeilie have feelings for me? And what if I have feelings for him back?"

Jung-woo gets up to his feet. "That's it! I'm going to Mark about this! It was cute when you were flirting with him and it came across in a brotherly sense, but now it's getting to be too much."

Tae-il reaches up, acting on instinct and seizes the back of Jung-woo's deep purple shirt. "Jung-woo-ssi, you can't."

Jung-woo halts and turns to look back behind him.

Haechan's eyes flick between Jung-woo, Do-young and Tae-il. "I flirt with everyone, in case neither of you have noticed, but my heart feels differently with Taeilie. If we need to take a vacation in order to get away from you all, we will. And we will make sweet, sweet love where no one can stop us."

Do-young screams. "Oh, yuck, Haechanie!"

Haechan grins, mischievously. "Wanna hear more?"

Jung-woo shakes his head and sits back down on the couch. "Fine. You win."

"I always win. I'm the maknae." With that, Haechan walks away from them.

Tae-il looks at Do-young and Jung-woo.

"See, Taeilie, you don't need that in your life," Do-young says. "But I'm not stopping you and neither will Jung-woo."

Tae-il gets up to his feet. "Don't worry about me. Haechanie and I will be happy together. Now, if you'll both excuse me, I'm going to go on a short walk to clear my head." He nods to them both and heads for the front door.

Jung-woo and Do-young share a look with one another.

Tae-il grabs a black jacket and quickly puts it on. Then he walks out the door, vanishing from sight. He takes in a deep breath and starts to walk away from the dorm, into the chilly evening.

He makes it no more than ten seconds, before he is attacked from the side by a dark cloaked figure. He screams and throws his arms up in self-defense. He kicks out and manages to nail the stranger in the shin, but not before they have seized ahold of him and are moving to put him into a headlock.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!"

Tae-il snaps his head to the side to see Haechan, dressed in a bad-boy style with a jean jacket, jeans and a black shirt, sprinting toward him from the direction of the dorm building. He is holding a prop sword in his hands. He swings it skillfully at the person, allowing Tae-il to break free.

Haechan swings the sword again and this time, the mysterious person leaves them, vanishing into the shadows.

Tae-il blinks, brushing himself off from the attack.

Haechan rapidly runs to him, concerned. His hands are on Tae-il's arms, firmly grasping him as he demands to know, "Are you okay, Taeilie?"

Tae-il nods and makes eye-contact with Haechan.

"Who was that? Why'd they attack you?" Haechan asks.

Tae-il shrugs. "I don't know. I just wanted to go on a walk to clear my head. They came out of nowhere."

Haechan grabs Tae-il's face in his hands. "Listen to me, we're going to go on this walk TOGETHER, you hear me?"

Tae-il nods, breaking into a smile. "You gonna bring your handy-dandy sword too?"

Haechan smirks. "Of course. No one is kidnapping my Taeilie!"

"I still don't like that nickname, it's childish, but when you say it...I suddenly love it," Tae-il remarks.

"I love you, now let's walk," Haechan says, looping one arm around Tae-il's waist and spinning the sword in his other hand.