This is a collection of little stories with all the members of the group NCT.
This is a translation of the same book in french on my main account.
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➤𝗔 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗡𝗖𝗧
➤𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙮 @0618pm
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「-𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙹𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝟭𝟮.𝟬𝟱.𝟮𝟭」
‐7h55‐
You walked slowly towards where you went every morning, leaving a neatly folded blue letter with a note and maybe sometimes a small present that he opened in class with a wide smile on his face. This was all for Lee Jeno, the boy you fell head over heels in love with.
You walked towards your coveted place, the letter in your hands, your heart beating a thousand an hour. So much that it looked like it could come out of your chest at any moment. You were almost sweating at the idea of being taken aback by even someone, not wanting to stop these 5 months of correspondence with him, being above all afraid that he would not love you for your appearance.
Near his locker where his first name was written in fine letters, you looked around, taking care that no one noticed you leaving this precious letter. Then after having done this check for a good twenty seconds, you insert the letter timidly between the scratches on the top of his locker and then you leave like a flower, flushed, carefree without even knowing that the person in question had seen everything.
You panicked, almost running through the hallways to get the most out of where you dreaded getting caught. You finished your run close to the rows of your class then leaned against the wall carrying a hand to your chest which rose to the rhythm of your breath which was jerky.
The dark-haired boy appeared strangely sooner than expected and walked back to class with you, his letter in his hand. At first glance nothing very strange but a paranoia quickly settled in your head when you saw that for a few minutes already, he was staring at you, not wanting to detach this insisting regzrd on your person. So you just stared at your sheet, not being able to do anything else because that look intimidated you. Then a little doubt finally settled in you.
‐17h30-
It was the end of classes, you just had to do your homework at the library and that was it, you wouldn't have to be pressured anymore.
Today you were lucky, not once Jeno came to see you, except for a few prying eyes that almost terrified you. He stayed in his place or with his friends.
You walked towards a remote and empty table to put your things there afterwards and you started to work until the brown one appeared in the library, obviously looking for something or even someone. Why did he always go where you've been going since this morning?
He was looking between the shelves, from right to left and you made yourself as small as possible too shy to tell him about those famous letters so you lowered your head even more looking at your notebook trying to make sure your hair covered your face so as not to to be seen.
But he had seen you and he dangerously approached your table, the letter in question in his hand, which he then placed on it, quite aggressively, after having arrived at your level.
"-You're the one writing these letters, aren't you?
-No, she's a friend of mine, I'm just putting them in your locker for her."
You lied, too shy to really tell him after so long that it was really you.
Jeno frowned trying to make less contact with your eyeballs searching for the truth of it all.
The eyes of your interlocutor then went to your notebook, open on the table and grabbed it. He unpacked the letter next to it and began to scrutinize the lines of your lesson that you had previously written.
You understood that he was making a comparison between the two writings and you cursed yourself inside for not have changed your writing even a little.
"Hey! Give me back my lesson!"
You stood up facing him and held out your arm for him to return it. He plunged his black eyes into yours, obviously not very happy with something, then said:
"Don't lie to me, you wrote those letters, the handwriting is the same as in your notebook.
-Sorry."
You picked up your notebook and sat back down ashamed, biting your lip so hard you could have bled, but you quickly caught yourself thinking about what you could possibly say to him since he obviously had no intention of leaving. You thought of everything, wondering what he thought of you, of your face since apparently he only knew you by name, perhaps not having noticed that you were in his class.
"Since you've loved my letters all this time, could we get to know each other ?"
It took you a lot of courage to get out this sentence which was certainly easy to say. This sentence was even stupid in itself. Your heart fluttered at the sight of his smile which made his eyes squint with it, it was so cute. This radiant smile that you had so loved to look at alone, it was now addressed to you. Subsequently, he put his letter in his bag and then pulled the chair that was right in front of you, sitting on it.
"-I just have homework to do too."
「END」
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