It takes an iron heart to do what Taeyong is about to do.
-December 20, 2018, 5 Days before Christmas-
"Are you sure about this? What if the company finds out?" Yuta said, nervously fiddling with his thumbs. In the past couple hours, he's run millions of reactions in his head, each being worse than the last.
"If they do find out, I'll take the blame. I'm your leader and I take care of my members." Taeyong reached up with his right hand to stroke Yuta's soft cheek, leaving the left to untangle his nervous hands.
Yuta leaned into his touch, sighing deeply before pulling away. He smiled slightly at him, taking a large breath before entering the room that sat the rest of the NCT members.
"What's going on? Why is Yuta going to move back in with you?" Jaehyun asked, curious as George.
Taeyong stood there quietly, anxiously messing with the hem of his sweater. He could do this, right? It was a simple sentence.
We're in love.
It was just three words.
While Tae was going into a panic, Yuta stood in the kitchen, imagining the worst. The sixteen NCT members could gang up on him. They could rib him limb by limb. Many cruel thoughts coursed through his broken consciousness. He looked at the shiny knife, the one that was Taeyong's and Kun's favorite to cook with, and walked towards it.
He stood there, looking at the reflection of his face, looking at the sharpness of the small blade.
"Y-Yuta, you sure about this?" Taeyong
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General FictionDISCLAIMER: THIS IS JUST A STORY, IF SOMETHING TRIGGERS YOU, DO NOT READ. IT IS NOT MEANT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY NOR IS IT MEANT TO HURT NCT. They were both insanely broken and needed time to heal. Little did they know that the two would fall in love...
