The concert final practice was done and the boys had nailed every move,they rested up before going to change and head home. Ten looked at jisung and the young kid looked much better, he's been smiling more and texting someone.
Ten felt a pang of jealousy, Lisa had not contacted him once and he didn't even do it so It was fair enough.
Mark had been feeling down for a couple of days but Lisa noonas regular messages had brought a smile on the boys faces every day.
Today it said, sarang my loves, I hope you're not working so hard. I don't want you guys to drain all of your energy save someone for me too, love you loads.
Lisa xoxo
Half the boys chucked after this message while some acted like fangirls fanning themselves to cool them.
Ten smiled to himself, haechan Taeil and Taeyong took a picture of the lover boy and decided to tease him later with it, lol.
Another message ring dominated in the room and the boys looked at each other surprised and picked up their phones.
Hey this is Lisa's partner in crime, let's have a lunch together at the beach before your big day tomorrow, if you guys have the time. And I promise not to get to drunk, fyi WHO EVER HAS THAT VIDEO GET RID OF IT.
Memories of that day traced back to Ten and he felt boom boom boom.
Lisa texted back, darling I saved it on my various devices, never getting rid of it hun.
Vernon, you humiliate us young lady
Suho, stop teasing my girl!!!
The guys laugh out loud, then ten texted. Lisa you were so drunk yourself, you didn't even capture anything. FYI if anything was captured it was you wanting to drink more.
While the boys eyed the lover boy and teased him.The gang was at uni, Lisa literally banged her head on the table being all soft and embarrassed as the guys laughed
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PAROXYSM- NCT TEN
FanfictionMy grandma used to say, heres the cold truth baby girl if he ever cared he would have said. When you have a place for someone in your heart you don't take a lot of time to tell. And if you have waited a lot to know about those feelings, don't try be...
