seven deadly sins • nct dream

two

"wow, what happened to you?" jeno smirked as he held in his laughter.

jaemin was covered in strawberry milkshake, with a cherry on top. his eyes looked like they would cut someone.

"lee freaking nara happened."

jeno burst out laughing clutching his stomach tight.

"i thought our wittle jaemin was popular," jeno teased.

"shut the hell up lee jeno, no one likes you," jaemin spat at him.

he simply shrugged and chuckled,

"if no one did like me, i guess i wouldn't have a fan club consisting of a hundred and twenty two people."

"him and his stupidly large ego," jaemin muttered under his breath.

jeno happily hummed a tune while scrolling down his feed to see fanpages of jeno. he was oblivious to jaemin's mutters and complaints. his cheeks tinged to a rosy pink as he saw all the compliments.

jeno! 😍

marry me!!

:)))

he did think some of them were a little over the top, especially if they were ten years old.

his phone was snatched away by a large cold blooded hand.

"hey!"

"thank you! that will be mine now! you know the rules, we have to become trainees and actually have a somewhat famous life," mark slapped the back of jeno's head.

he winced in response.

"sure, and jaemin can go out and have three hundred scandals with his past dates," chenle snickered as he entered the spacious living room.

"hey! that's jaemin hyung and 54 dates," jaemin scolded flicking chenle's forehead.

"exactly my point," chenle giggled while collapsing on the massive bean bag.

jaemin could now feel the light baby pink liquid dripping down his cheek seeping into his mouth.

"excuse me?" nara looked in disgust.

"no, no. what i was saying was that you look ugly with braces. wait, that came out wrong."

what jaemin didn't expect next was a splash of sweet liquid dripping down his face.

and just like that, lee nara disappeared in a heartbeat.

jaemin shook his head. he never became flustered in front of anyone, especially girls. he felt his cheeks flushing and his heart pounding in his chest. trying to shake off the feeling, he ended up looking like an idiot flailing his arms around.

"uh, you good?" mark sniggered.

what was happening to him?

the cool as a cucumber jaemin was slowly disappearing.

"can someone go get renjun? he hasn't come out of his room all day," mark yawned leaning against the wall.

jeno nodded before escaping the room full of bickering and screaming.

"haechan? what in the world happened to you?" jeno said arching his left eyebrow staring at haechan's deep bruised arm.

"huang fucking renjun did."

haechan's eyes were glossy and puffed up. anyone could tell that he tried to cover up his tears with makeup. his eyes were fixated on the painting behind jeno never looking directly at him.

jeno sighed. it was a repeat of what happened exactly ten minutes beforehand. apart from the fact that haechan had more mature language and that it wasn't a mere cold drink over his head. someone physically got hurt.

but, it was a daily thing,

they fought, made up and repeat.

they were toxic, but they didn't have anyone else other than each other, no one did.