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

18: Fanmeeting

*AUTHORNOTEAUTHORNOTEAUTHORNOTE:

early update! omg sorry im going to get another chapter in for this week because im just, , waste

alsoooooooo i started my second project: One Shots/Imagines/Fantasies !!! please give it a lot of sarangs and be sure to request toooo!! i think my writing there is more ....hmmm.. fanfiction-y?? keke like its so detailed and descriptive... how idk bro

yeeeeeeeett okay bai ! also happy march break to those who currently have it ( ahem me )

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

C H A P T E R  1 8

The screams and cheers are ear-piercing. I can barely hear NCT 127 talking over the audience, let alone hearing Yuta alone speak. I struggle trying to translate, and I can see how it hinders Yuta's performance. I felt like I failed Yuta, which made me want to cry.

It was safe to say that I wasn't in the best of moods anymore.

"Yuta..I'm sooo sorry I couldn't hear anything and - "

"It's okay. You should talk to the PD-nims...I really don't want this to happen again."

"Of course. I'll work hard, I'm so sorry again.."

We all head to a theatre nearby for NCT 127 to hold their fanmeet. On the way there a PD hands me a device that would allow me to translate clearly without the background voices of the screaming audience. I thought that would mean that everything was solved, but...

There are so many girls. Perhaps that was what offset my mood, but I felt uneasy. I felt confused, why Doyoung was so nice to them when he should be like this only to me. And worse, I felt bad for the girls who treated Doyoung like he could be theirs, like he's single. But he's not single, he's my boyfriend, and I don't know what I could do the change this reality. In the end, I knew that Doyoung had to be Doyoung, and I had to just lay low.

I don't like that inevitability, and I kept pondering whether I really wanted this relationship. Do I really like Doyoung? Enough to endure all this? Am I really ready for a relationship?

I don't think so.

I watch silently as I see a plethora of girls line up to get Doyoung's autograph. They hold his hands and fluff his hair. They give him heartfelt gifts and he accepts them.

Why is he so nice like that? ASKJAHDA!!!!

I stood there for an hour, looking at the girls blush and act cute in front of Doyoung. And after the interaction, they crumble to the ground as if heaven had fallen upon them

Why? Why!!?? In a short period of time my heart broke a million times over. Well, I'm certainly acting like this because I do like Doyoung. And...I'm sure he likes me back....but I don't like this relationship. I don't think my heart will be able to take an eternity of fanmeetings....

I ..don't think I'm ready for a relationship. This is all too much for me.

-

After the fanmeeting, all the staff gather their things to get back to the bus. I seat myself at the front of the bus so that Doyoung is unable to sit next to me(the idols are usually supposed to sit on the back of the bus). As NCT boards the bus, I put on my headphones and a sleeping eye mask to look uninterested. I thought my plot would work, but I hear a plop immediately after. I take off my eye mask to see who it is, already knowing the verdict.

Doyoung sits next to me. Why. I put my eye mask back on and face the window, urgently needing some sort of reality check. I wanted to spend this time sorting my tangled and confused emotions, but Doyoung sitting next to me is only making them worse. Doyoung, unsuspecting of any matter that might have concerned me, starts to text my phone. At the completely oblivious feel of his texts, I sternly decide not to reply. I guess it made me angry, even, that he couldn't tell what was wrong.

-hehe, how was I today

I want to hug you TT

but the staff are watching TT

.-.

helloooo

minleeee

;-; why arent you replying

?

?

?

Are you ok?

Are you sad?

Are you

Hungry?

Mad?

Ok minlee.

Bye

I end up actually sleeping on the bus, fully ignoring Doyoung the entire way through. Was that too much??... no, he's too much. Everything is just..too much. The bus arrives at our apartment building complex, dropping off Miwon, NCT, a few staff and I home. I quickly grab my things and rush up home, also neglecting the innocent confused look Doyoung keeps shooting at me. Just, not today. I need to sort my situation and myself out.

As soon as I unlock the door, I am tugged off to the hallway. Doyoung holds both my hands, panting from running all the way to catch up to me. Doyoung!!

"Minlee, what's going on??"

Silence. I turn my head to unlock the door.

"Nothing..."

"Why are you avoiding me then!!

Ooooh, are you trying to play hard-to-get?!"

"No!! Just, can you please leave me alone for today please?"

"Nope! I'm staying right here until you tell me! Now tell me!" I'm an emotional wreck right now, I don't think I want to tell you right now.."Tell me on the count of three! One, Twoooooo, Thre----"

"Doyoung", I start,

"I can't date you.

I can never date you.

Because you're an idol."

T O  B E   C O N T I N U E D