attitude problems ; nakamoto yuta

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2| how they met each other

kayato pov
'it was a lovely evening in this nice weather as i sat at a lovely looking table with a nice cup of tea and biscuits'(<---as you can tell it was exaggerated)

you probably think i'd say that. not in this hot ass weather when i'm sweating like shit and trying to eat peacefully. scratch that i gotta back home to eat.

you'd expect me to be lively in 96 fucking degrees?! well you're crazy and i need peace.

"jeez why the hell is it so hot?!" i silently scream. it's bad enough i even have to waste my energy into talking.

on my way to my studio apartment i turn a corner and bump into someone.

don't expect me to look up and think "omg it's a good looking guy very muscular" no dud.

"who the hell you think you bumpin into? wasting my god damn energy like this." i brush past them and realized i dropped my phone.

i narutoed my ass all the way back to where they was. "which one of you shits took my phone?!"

i could see the frightness in their eyes. good!

"w-we are very sorry! h-here you go!" i look at them and scoff. "want a bunch of sissy's"

that's when i noticed a bunch of cameras flashing. who the fuck they think they are?

"hey! put your cameras away ya idiots. it's not like these people are special anyway." they looked offended. who gives a shit nowadays.

i was suddenly pulled into a van and saw the same men with 3 more guys all wearing black sunglasses and masks.

"if you gonna kidnap me go ahead and try. if it means i can take a nap that's totally cool with me" fuck life i'm tired and deserve a nap.

•what feels like and hour but 30 minutes has passed

i wake up to dried drool on the side of my lips and a bunch of people looking at me.

"my neck hurts and my arms are tired. why the hell did i decide to have my arms hanging of the arm rests?"

"miss please follow us." i don't hesitate to follow. it's not like i care anyway either.

we all were seated in a meeting room. "so what's up?"

"we bring you here because you have been causing trouble to these boys."

they all sat there quietly slightly scared. "no wonder you call them boys. if they were men they wouldn't have a problem with me"

i saw one of the staff snicker and quickly nudged by the other. i only speak the truth.

"enough! i've has it with this crap! apologize to these boys and the media this instant!"

"tch, why you gotta be all pissy 'bout it?" i said not looking at them.

"do you not know who we are?" one boy says.

"no of course not we're strangers and i just wanna get home." it's disappointing hoping to get home but it's interrupted by someone else.

they all looked shocked. "we're nct 127 and we're the upcoming and rising kpop boy group."

what's kpop? "who?" they were in disbelief. "she reminds me of an old lady."

"what'd you say u little punk?" I say getting up and ready to strangle him.

i got pulled back by the others and was seated down. "mind if know about you?"

"no, because i don't know and trust you."

"just search us up. all of our info is online you know(lee know)?"

sigh, more energy to waste. "whatever. my name is kimura kayato"

"you're japanese too!?" i nod reluctantly.

"i'm guessing you're not?" in a rude tone.

"no but we have a friend who does. wanna meet him?"

"no" i look to the big lookin boss headass sighing.

"you should be grateful that you even got to met these boys"

"whatever. it's not like they are important and have crazy ass fans to mess with me. who cares i'm out of here." i got up leaving the room trying to find my way out.

sheesh how many floors are there? it's like a never ending maze.

"hey! it's her! it's that girl that insulted our boys!"

"da fuck you taking bout!?" i turn and saw many cameras flashing. imma go blind and won't even care. so done with life just take me.