NCT ONE-SHOTS

Able (Lee Taeyong)

Hey guys I wrote a little drabble for Taeyong.

I wrote this a while ago, when NCT 127 released their interview episode of NCT Life. At that time I was hurt when Taeyong expressed how he felt about his past, and I just had to write something down to ease my frustrations at that time.

This is written in 1st person POV in Taeyong's POV.

Haven't read this for a while now, so here we go...

(Taeyong's POV)

"Hyung... It's time,"a voice echoed through my ears, "We have to get to the recording studio in 30 minutes."

Opening my eyes I felt the warmth of my tears sting them, to which I quickly blinked off. It was Donghyuck passing by. He turned his head to me in curiuosity, but I managed to break off eye contact before he suspected me of anything. "Ah yeah I'll be right out. I just need to find something."

I scanned the tables of our dressing room.

It has to be here somewhere....

"Hyung!" another voice called out to me, a much more cheerful one at that. I turned to the door to now see Jaehyun. Donhyuck had just walked away behind him.

"What's up," I managed to say without looking too startled.

He shook his phone in his hands, "Your phone. You weren't replying to any of my texts."

I laughed under my breath, but couldn't help but feel the the bile rise up in the back of my throat, "I-I don't have it with me right now. Mian." I forced my cheeks to rise to somehow mask myself with a smile.

Jaehyun nodded his head in understanding, before walking away like Donghyuck, "Okay then. Just don't forget it the next time.

"Yeah I won't."

I managed to get my feet on the ground as I kept scanning my surroundings and when I had even shifted the slightest my phone fell to the floor. I felt the bile again.

There it is...

I managed to take my phone back to me and attempt to put it where no one could find it, but before I could find a safe spot someone walked into the door, "Yah, what's wrong?" I dropped my phone again. Before looking up I swallowed the huge lump in my throat.

It was only Taeil. He was leaning against the door.

He spoke again as I took my phone back into my lap, "You look like you saw a ghost. What's wrong?" His voice was low almost inaudible.