Slavery || Lee Taeyong

0.06

They were all seated around a large, circular table, waiting for the results. Maybe they would be positive, signifying that the girl they had met is a cold-blooded murderer, who could possibly assist them with later missions. Negative, means she was just an innocent woman, who trained hard for her spot, and shouldn't be brought into the cycle of problems, that was NCT.

"I never trusted her in the first place," said one named Moon Taeil. He pushed a lock of midnight blue hair out of his face, as he tried to focus on what was at hand. His dark blue hair signified what he thought was important to him. "She'll probably start planning our murders right when we find out. Or worse, she might already be planning it now," he said tiredly.

"The results might come out as negative. You never know, Taeil," said the other, Lee Taeyong.

None of them really wanted her to be a murderer, but it would only benefit them. It was wrong to hope there was another one of them in the midst, although it was just what everybody in the room was doing.

His hair was a deep, blood red. Some even thought it was dyed with the blood of his victims. Most knew he was ruthless enough to do so. 

"Since when have you become so positive," said another of the group, Kim Dongyoung. Most called him Doyoung, because it was just simply easier to say. "You've always been the pessimistic one of the group," said Doyoung, with the pure black hair.

He preferred everything stay at the bare minimum. That way, it makes a bigger impact when you do anything a little above the usual. 

"I'm being the same way as usual. It's just that more is at stake if we lose one of us. We could lose the benefit we have. If she is who we think she is, we could take over all the..neighbors," Taeyong said, feeling stressed. He really hoped the results came out as positive, so that they'd be certain. 

His face was buried in his hands, palms pressing hard into his eyes, causing him to see colored splotches in the darkness. 

But then the door slammed open, revealing a handsome, broad-shouldered young man, who seemed to be on his toes, unusually attentive of his surroundings. 

"Jaehyun, took you long enough goddammit," mumbled an exasperated Taeyong. He straightened his disheveled hair, as his vision came back into focus. "What did you find?" asked Doyoung, stretching his arms to keep them from falling limp. 

They've all been up this late, a few hours after midnight, but it was different tonight. Mainly because of the suspense and tension.

His eyes were wide as he quietly shut the door behind him to avoid making sound. "Guess what I found," he whispered, just loud enough for the rest of them to hear. He grasped a cream-colored folder in his pale hand. 

Jung Jaehyun walked over to the circular table and handed the folder to the one with most authority and experience, Lee Taeyong. They all knew that Taeyong would be the one who would put the data in the folder to most use. 

He snatched the folder out of Jaehyun's hands, and ripped it open, revealing a familiar feminine face. 

Taeyong found himself studying her face, instead of examining the documents provided. He ran his eyes over her striking black eyes, with a flash of gold in them. What stood out, was her high cheekbones, which led her to looking dangerous, but powerful, like an assassin. The jawline of hers was so sharp and defined, that it almost matched Taeyong's. Her nose was pointed and high, leading to her mouth which was left agape, as if she was talking to someone.

He couldn't deny that she was, in fact one of the prettiest girls he had seen, but frankly he didn't hang out with many girls. Except Mirae, who was undoubtedly better looking. 

"Are you done checking her out?" asked Doyoung, startling Taeyong. "Tell us about her, will you?" Doyoung asked exasperatedly. Doyoung felt that he shouldn't have to deal with all of this so early in the morning. 

"I wasn't checking her out," Taeyong says defensively, skimming the details in the folder. "It says here that she was born out of the colony, and that she was well known everywhere. But it doesn't say what she was known so widely as," he says, only half paying attention to what he was saying. 

"Look for her name," Nakamoto Yuta blurted out. Yuta still didn't believe her, when she said she had no name. He was always being suspicious though. Or maybe it was just his negative personality. Anyways, he just didn't like being around her, much like his friend, Taeil. 

Taeyong licked the tip of his fingers, to make it easier to flip the page. What he saw next should have surprised him, but it didn't. 

"Does that say...?" whispered Dong Sicheng, who was currently seated next to Taeyong. Sicheng had a hint of uncertainty in his tone, mixed with a bit of hope. 

"Does that mean that she, really in fact is.." mumbled Taeyong, reading the file as fast as possible. 

"Yeah.. yeah it does," said Doyoung in wonder. 

"It's really her," murmured Sicheng. "She's a fuckin' homicidal maniac."

a/n: creative juices unbubbling so chapter sucks