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

17: Radio Station

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YOO IM SO LATE TODAY FORGIVE PLS I HAD LESSONS AND I JUST SLEPT AND YA SADJHK

Also jskhsdhja nct life i can n ot h an dle c h e nl e s dolphin screamz i just ,, cant

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C H A P T E R   1 7

"Minlee wake up! You're late!"

"AH! WHAT TIME IS IT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD", I say as I jolt out of bed.

"Kekeke, just kidding, I knew you would wake up as soon as I would say that."

"....snake!"

Although I wasn't too happy being awoken on such a stressful note, I was a little grateful towards Miwon. Being awake now means that I have plenty of time to dress myself up and do my makeup. Today is the first day of live broadcasting, and although I usually have my 0-effort self when I go to such places, it is etiquette to dress well when visiting another country. I slip on a maroon button up dress that frills out to my knees.

"Hey Miwon"

"Mm" He says as he irons his shirt.

"Would I look better in this outfit with or without my glasses?"

"hmm....I think you would look prettier without glasses. Minlee, I've never seen you look this pretty before! You should start caring about your looks more. Doyoung will fall more in love with you, hahaha"

"Alas, I'm a lazy toad. Thanks though, I hope Doyoung thinks I'm pretty too."

I apply my makeup, although by the end of it I agree that I should really take more lessons. I wing my elementary-level liner a little more, and dash a little more blush on my cheeks. I do nothing to my hair, as usual of course. I look in the mirror one last time before heading out. Ah..I lost some weight, so my legs look a bit better in this dress. Though, I really should start eating real food one of these days...

I find the SM staff all waiting in the lobby for the bus to come. NCT 127 has a pretty busy schedule, which means everyone has everything they need for the entire day-which in turn requires, more than one bus. One of the staff considerately hands out coffees for everyone, which pretty much means "you're going to need it."

After the bus comes, everyone starts packing. NCT 127 comes down finally, and everyone starts to take their seats on the bus. I sit down on an empty row, and text Doyoung to come sit with me.

"Wah Minlee! Who are you? You're soo beautiful today!"

"Ahhh noo don't say that."

"I mean, you were pretty before with no makeup and no effort in general, but wow..when you take care of your looks, your visuals are...dae-bak!"

"Aww thanks Doyoung. Saranghae~~"

"But don't go around doing anything else! I don't want anyone looking at my pretty girlfriend!"

"Alright alright. Want a sip of my coffee?"

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Doyoung and I part once we arrive at the radio station building. I follow the other two translators to a secular room with three large speakers attached to the wall. These rooms are designed specially for us translators, so we can focus only on translating the words quickly without being distracted by any exogenous activity. We sit at a large round table and set up our things to translate. My hands feel sweaty and clammy as I try to open my laptop, live-subbing after all, is a stressful feat. NCTs broadcast begins, and all three of us get to work to provide live subtitles right away.

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After the broadcast ends, all staff immediately get back to the bus to the next schedule; an evening NCT mini-concert. I've only been to music stages, so I started to feel much more excited and stressed on how different a concert would be. My job would be to translate the Chinese to Japanese for Yuta using a device that would be attached to his ears. We head to the next location, and after a while, I start to see almost a flood of people swarm the area. Wow,, is this possibly, all for NCT? I ask the staff sitting next to me.

"Yeah, it's always like this. NCT may be rookies, but they have an enormous number of fans. You'll see in a while, it's crazy, but in a cool way." Enormous?

The bus slows down to avoid injuring the sea of fans blocking the road. Wow, SO many people! I guess Yuta is really counting on me.

The staff lead me backstage, where I'll be able to see NCT without actually being seen. I take a peek at the audience. W o ah. Music stages pale in comparison to the number of people here. All these Chinese fans actually showed up. There must be a million more fangirls who couldn't attend.And what about fans from other continents? There must be a million more like these. So Many Fans. I feel happy for NCT that their hard work is being paid off. But they must all be dangirls who adore their idols.

So then...is it really right of me....is it really right of Doyoung...for us to date?

Before the concert began, that was when I started to get second thoughts of a relationship that barely started.

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