Perfect (WinwinxNct)

Chapter 3: Part 2 (GUESS WHO's BACK FROM THE DEAD)

Btw I also know I said I wouldn't put too much angst yet but in this chapter there is gonna be a bit of angst... sowy ;-;
!!!!WARNING THERES GONNA BE SOME CURSING 🤬 DEGRADING FOUL LANGUAGE AND HUMILIATION ,WINWIN GETTING EMOTIONALLY HURT AND HAVING A BREAKDOWN .Also I advise you to re-read the story so that it will make sense, remember this is part 2 of chapter 3

As the members continued to bicker they ceased to realize that the bumpy road had already started to affect them. The road was so damn bumpy. If they didn't have their seatbelts on then they'd probably jumped up from their seats hitting the roof of the van. But, poor Winwin was sitting on the leader's lap and to top it all off was his height being one of the tallest in NCT. The chinese boy made painful yelps and small whimpers signaling the group to his attention.

     The canadian rapper was first to ask Winwin if he was ok. "Hyung, are you ok? You keep bumping your head on the roof. Does it hurt? We can switch spots if you want too."

     "No its fine. Mark-ah, hyung doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable. Thanks for the offer though," He smiled.

    "Are you sure Winwin? If you continue to bump your head like that you might actually get a concession," Johnny said jokingly, with a hint of seriousness.

   "He's got a point Winwinie, this is dangerous. We don't want anything bad happening to you." The pink haired boy exclaimed. As much as Taeyong wanted to keep Winwin on his lap, he would always put safety first. Besides, he also loved having his baby lion sitting on him too.

(Safety first huh? Let's see if you follow this rule in da future lol)

      "Alright... I guess we can switch, Mark."

     After they switched, their journey back to the dorms was quite peaceful once the road was smooth again.

     When they arrived, the members quickly grabbed their stuff a ran straight to the dorms only to find someone who they weren't expecting to be there.

     "Well hello boys, fancy seeing you here," The man gleams.

"What do you mean 'fancy' seeing us here? This is our dorm. Ya know, where we eat, sleep and breathe here. This is where we live." Haechan said dryly.

     The others just stared at Haechan with a 'What are you doing' look, only to get a shrug back from the younger. Noticing the situation, the man in the dorm began to grin and say,"Of course I know that, you should know I was only joking Donghyuck."

     "Please be professional and call me by my stage name. Its Haechan. H-a-e-c-h-a-n. Got it? You wouldn't want to lose that job of yours would you?"

     "Why you little-" The man had to stop and remind himself to be careful with what he said in front of them, "Yah, listen here Haechan, of course I remember my place here. But it seems like you've forgotten your place as a lower status in this world. I am a hyung to you. Your dance instructor. Without me, you and your group would be a mess for cherry bomb."

     "Grrr, and what gives you the right to say that I have a lower status in this world? And excuse me but, last time I remember-no scratch that- the last time the whole group of NCT, our managers and the whole company of SM Ent. remembers that you're just merely a substitute. A fill-in. That's it. You were only hired here because our actual dance instructor broke his right leg due to some freak accident!" Haechan spat out as his chest kept heaving faster. Poor Mark had a worried look in is eyes so, he quickly grabbed the youngers arm toward his chest hugging it tightly while looking down at the ground not saying anything. 

(ok but like damnnn Haechanie is on a fucking rollllll)

     The maknae just sighed as he didn't want any complaints to come out of his hyungs' mouth. He knew that mark didn't like it when he got so aggressive in heated arguments. Whether if it was for a good or bad reason. Mark was very sensitive towards all of his hyungs of course, but he was especially for his dongsaeng.