NCT DOYOUNG FANFIC // Love was the Language I Didn't Know

04: Apartment

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i might start updating more than once each week!! as long as school doesnt eat me ;A;

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C H A P T E R  4

Why can't I contain myself? Get it together, Minlee. Your charisma and confidence is disintegrating.. for what? Boys?! Are you kidding me?!....So unlike you...SOOO unlike you! Now go and act normal like the normal person you are! Jeez!

"Uhh...excuse me?", I say in English.

I look directly at the three boys sitting at at the table I was, being occupied with my laptop before they hear me. Once they see me, they fumble out of their seats with a disorganized "sorry!" being said from all of them. Half their faces are covered from black masks, which seems to be their armour to protect them from being seen without makeup. Judging by the looks of it, they seemed more nervous interacting with me than vice versa. That was cool, Minlee, that was cool. I sit back down to finish my programming, with more tension now that NCT 127 is around me.

"I think that's the foreigner girl they said was going to live next to us."

"Probably. Did you see what she had on her laptop? It was so cool! I want to learn programming too!"

"Haechan, relax. Her tabs also had our new album..Do you think she'll be annoying and obsessive? I hope she's not" -- Don't worry, I'm not.

"Guys! Just go get your food. We need to be at the studio by 7:00am and its.. 6:48am now! Hurry up!"

I close my music and draft letter tabs, and try to work as diligently and quickly as I can with them in my presence. I finish the last touches after a brief while, and the program is ready to run. My mini anxiety session returns, as it always does when it's time to run a program:

Here goes nothing---

Two syntax errors. Rats! What if anyone saw? I would have been humiliated! I quickly re-edit to correct the errors.

Here goes nothing, again-

It works!! I test it out by inputting

"5 * 9 + 3",

and the program gets the correct answer of

"48".

A sigh of relief ensues, but before I start to happily exhale, I hear clapping behind me. I jolt to my side, and see the same three boys that were looking at my program before.

AASDFGHJKL! THEY WERE LOOKING!!!!? SINCE WHEN?!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"WOW!", one of them says. Their faces seem deeply impressed, while mine..probably looks like a bright red flame from how much I could feel myself blushing. I smile and look away.

WOW YOURSELF! WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO HOT?! WHAT IS THIS!? WHAT AM I? WHO AM I?

"Guys!! Come on!!"

They rush away to catch up with the other boys. I idly sit there with my tomato face pretending to continue my work until they disappear from my sight. Without a second to spare, I grab everything and dash upstairs. I fly myself into my bed, flailing my entire body side to side. A blend of fangirling, embarrassment, stupor and excitement occupies all of me, and I find the inability to do anything other than continuously flap on the mattress.

I can. not. believe. what. just. happened. Another thought pops up:

No Minlee, you can not seriously think that you will always act like this after an interaction with them. They live next to you, for goodness sake! Keep your cool or prepare for two years of constant anxiety! K E E P Y O U R C O O L.

I continue my work. 7:00am becomes 2:00pm easily with the load of homework I need to catch up on. I grab two of the onigiris and two of the yogurt drinks to have as my breakfast/lunch. Not only is Korean food (obviously) significantly cheaper than in Toronto, they taste way better too! I indulge in my heavenly onigiris and find the two gone without even three minutes passing. After my brief meal, I start to organize my apartment. I unzip my suitcases, and begin to hang my clothes in the closet. Dark garment after another one, sweats after sweats after sweats. My parents always used to condemn my fashion choices, yet I know I'll never be able to change. I place my toothbrush, toothpaste, cosmetics, and other hygienic products in the washroom. I have everything except towels, which Sumin said she'd supply me with. She's scheduled to meet me tomorrow for the next two days to buy me all other necessities, and tour me around the SM building. All I need to do is survive today. Survive.

One way to survive is to nap, which is exactly what I plan to do. I woke up too early anyways. Once I finished all my home furnishing, I take a nap from all my lazy exhaustion.

The nap is short-lived. I wake up at around 6:00pm from nearby rumbling and voices, which means I've only slept for two hours! Feeling a little triggered, I try to go back to sleep, to no avail. Part of it being that once I wake up, it is extremely difficult for me to go back to sleep. The other part, which may have been the more significant one, is that the voices are probably from NCT 127, finally arriving home. Being an idol must be tough if daily schedules are comprised of long days and short nights. I would never survive...

I think for what to do now that I can't sleep, and I decide to finish my letter to Leiyah. I would be a good friend if I send the letter early, so that she would know that I remember her amidst our long distance. I finish my letter, complete with so much texting dialogue that we would probably be the only ones able to understand my writing. Leiyah isn't Mensa, nor my Language teacher, so I couldn't care less about how poor my writing is. I attach the beauteous sunrise photo, and I send the email.

Leiyah, I wonder how you're doing...

Now what to do? I guess I should go on Facebook or something..or eat. eat.

I grab the last tuna onigiri to eat for dinner. I happily devour, and finish by taking a huge bite at the end to savour. Delicious! As I happily chew, I hear a sudden knock.

What?

Isn't Sumin supposed to be here tomorrow?

.....What?

I look in the peephole, and I become so shocked that I spit my entire bite out of my mouth.

WHAT!?!!!!!?!

NCT 127 is knocking on my door.

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*AUTHORNOTEAUTHORNOTEAUTHORNOTE: ;A; good luck to all high school chingus writing their january exams!! rip me ;-;