seven deadly sins • nct dream

four

haechan groaned loudly in pain. his whole body was aching with muscle pain. the workout with lucas was dangerously hard.

lifting two kilogram weights were extreme on his body.

especially when lucas was pitying haechan. he didn't need stupid sympathy.

"haechan! wake up loser, we're going running."

haechan felt the warm covers being ripped off from his body. the cold gusts of air made his hairs on his arms stand up.

he rubbed his eyes to see lucas in adidas sweatpants and tee with runners

"what even are you, an adidas model?" haechan snickered.

"actually, i am. thanks for noticing. now hurry up and get ready."

haechan pulled his loose shirt over his body to be replaced by an adidas tee that lucas gave him.

"who even needs a mark anyways?" haechan sighed running to catch up to lucas.

"i think i've outgrown my home."

he smiled for the first time in a while.

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"it's been five days. are you not even worried?" chenle glared.

mark shrugged continuing to practice his rap.

"he's not even answering his calls or messages. where else could he go?"

"i'm living life for me not haechan so why would i give a fuck?"

"wow. and this is the kind of leader i have to follow, everyone."

"let me lecture you for a little. leaders are meant to do the best for their team. they put their members first before themselves. obviously, you are too greedy to even do that. hyung was right. you don't deserve to be a leader," chenle said raising his voice ever so slightly.

even since haechan retaliated, it started a war amongst the dreamies. people like chenle, renjun and jaemin who never spoke back to their leader just screamed back.

and mark despised that. he hated haechan.

the once closest pair of friendship turned quickly into rock solid ice.

chenle left mark's room and slammed the door shut.

they slammed the doors often in the dreamies household.

"what the hell do you want jisung?" chenle snapped.

"i didn't even say anything."

"get lost, you lazy pumpkin."

jisung was pushed to the ground once again but he went straight to his room. his eyelids slowly started to drift down.

but just before he did,

"lazy pumpkin? that's a new one."

in the other room, there was jaemin rapidly tapping his phone.

narasaki: can you stop texting me?

gemsjaemin: no can do.

narasaki: what do you want?

gemsjaemin: go out a date with me ;)

narasaki: and look where that got us. i will pass on this lovely offer.

gemsjaemin: so many girls would love to be in your place.

narasaki: great! then find one of those many girls instead of me.

NARASAKI HAS BLOCKED YOU

"narasaki? why even would you name yourself a city?" jaemin huffed in annoyance.

he roughly threw his phone on his bed but hit the back wall instead.

glass shattered all over his sheets. broken parts scattered.

"shit."