NCT JENO (and others) imagines

taeyong 3-1

"ya! czennie! wake up! time for breakfast!"

czennie grunted in reply, burying her face in her blanket as she struggled to get up, "im coming! gimme a second!"

she trudged to her bathroom and tidied herself up, fixing her hair into a ponytail before walking slowly downstairs.

"doyouuuuungggg i want an egg pleasee!" she yelled as she flopped down on the couch.

"hmm? czennies awake?"

a man in his 20s appeared from the kitchen, carrying a plate with an egg and a fork.

"did you get plastic surgery? since when did you look so good?" czennie asked, rubbig her eyes as she stared at the stranger in front of her.

"what do you mean plastic surgery? i'm here!"

doyoung came out from the bathroom, a towel in his hands drying his hair.

the male laughed and set the dish down in front of czennie, "well, i'll take that as a compliment then. here's your egg."

"thanks tae, saved me from having to cook an egg for her."

czennie mumbled a small thank you and dug in.

"so his name is tae?" she thought, looking at him busying himself around the kitchen.

as soon as doyoung returned downstairs, she ran up to him and whispered urgently in his ear, "who's that? is he your friend? what's his name?" 

doyoung gave her a look, which she interpreted as "why do you care?"

"because he was nice to me and cooked me an egg," she turned to see if he was listening, "so tell me who he is!"

"ugh he's taeyong, my best friend, he's just here to pick me up, we gotta go somewhere." 

"quick quick, move i needa- have you seen my jacket?"

czennie shook her head as doyoung pushed past her rushing into the kitchen.

she followed him, picking up her plate and cutlery as she passed the table, placing it in the sink, rollin up her sleeves in the action of washing them.

"hey," a hand circled around her wrist, and czennies eye sight traveled up the arm to see taeyong. "leave it here for me, don't worry, go play kiddo"

"hey, i'm not a kid!! i'm 14 already- nearly 15!" 

"wow already? well, its ok, leave the plate in the sink. oppa will wash it for you."

czennie smiled teasingly, "ok oppaa," she drawled out the last a sound, slightly mocking him.

"little kids these days" taeyong taunted with a teasing smile.

"HEY IM 14 IM NOT LITTLE" czennie complained loudly.

"well, grow up." 

and with that, he wiped his hands on a cloth and left the house with doyoung following behind.

"don't burn the house down kiddo!"

-

few weeks later..

"czennie! pay attention in class! its been the 3rd time this period! i want to see your parents after school!!"

mr oh's booming voice brought czennie back to reality.

"yes sir" she muttered, annoyed at the teacher.

-

after school, czennie began walking home with dread, her parents would kill her if they found out.

taking out her phone, she tried texting doyoung.

not-young

czennie: my darling brother u home?

not-young: what did u do now

czennie: ahhh would you like to help your darling sister out

not-young: nope no thx bye 

"UGH" czennie groaned out loud as she headed home, silently cursing doyoung for not helping her.

she opened the front gate to her house quietly, hoping her parents weren't home.

"home already, kiddo?"

czennie jumped at the voice, and turned to see taeyong staring at her with his chin in one palm, a spatula in the other.

"holy moly you scared me. why you here? is doyoung home?"

"mmm why else would I be here?" he turned and went back to the stove, his back to czennie as she removed her shoes.

"what are you making?" czennie asked as she lent on the kitchen island, scrolling through her phone. 

"egg." he delibirately turned to smile teasing at czennie, reminding her of their first encounter.

"for me?"

"nope unlucky."

speaking of unlucky czennie realised he could help her with this unlucky situation.

"eh well, i have a favour.." she began, taking a look at taeyong for his reaction. 

he removed the egg from the pan, placing out on a plate for czennie, pushing the dish towards her. 

"yea well tell me." 

she nodded a small thanks and dug in while explaining the issue.

"i uh- mightve messed up at school, um and my teacher wants to meet my parents you know, and-"

"if you let your mom and dad know they might kill you." he finished the sentence fo her.

"ah yes. lets put it that way."

"hmm i'll think about it." he replied, tidying the kitchen as he smiled sneakily once more.

"DOYOUNG IM LEAVING" he yelled, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

doyoung came running down the steps, invested in his cellphone. 

"already?" he asked, still not peeling his eyes off the screen.

"yea, i gotta go, got a bus to catch."

"seeya tmr then."

"yea, seeya do kim."

he turned back to czennie, "behave kiddo, seeya!"

"wait-" she chased after him to the door, "can you come tomorrow?" she whispered urgently.

"hmm idk," he smiled cheekily, "gotta go, seeya!"

he patted czennies head lightly and left.

czennie walked out the gate with him, staring after him as he walked into the distance.

-

IS HE GONNA HELP HER?

TBC...