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"I said, would you care to repeat that Princess?" He clenched his fists as he took a step into the room and stared at me and Mark. I gulped and they both looked down to stare at me, what was even going on? Mark's eyes diverted back towards Taeyong and sighed, shaking his head. "What is the big deal anyway? She just wants to go home Cookie Monster." I saw a grin spread across Mark's face, although it was not the same for Taeyong. He remained with an angry look on his face. "Stop looking so grumpy at me."

Taeyong scoffed and came towards me, gripping onto my forearm as he pulled me up to my feet and stared into my eyes. "What do you think you're even doing?" His voice was quiet, soft, and soothing. His eyes had also softened, they were like pools of honey. It was a million times different than what it had been only a few moments ago. Who was this person standing in front of me? Because it could not be Taeyong, not at all. "What do you think you're doing?" I slowly pull away from him ad take a few steps back.

His face instantly hardened again and shook his head and sighed. "Mark, go into the kitchen with the others, I'll be there to cook breakfast for you all in a minute." I frowned as Mark nodded and silently left the room, leaving me with him. "Oh great, I guess he's going to end up killing me now. Goodbye cruel world." I mumbled, unaware that he had moved closer and had heard every word I just said.

"You think I'm going to kill you?" A frown befell his features.

"Maybe..." I looked down as my cheeks heated up, I was surprised that he had heard me at all. "And why would I do that?" He lifted my chin with his index finger for me to look him in the eyes. "I don't know, maybe because you look like you want to kill me?" I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms across my chest, frowning.

His chuckles filled the room as he would take his finger from under my chin and would walk away from me and went to the window, slightly opening the curtains and staring at them. "I don't want to kill you, you're just very agitating sometimes, or should I say most of the time?" I sensed the sarcasm in his voice and I mentally sighed. "I don't want to kill you; I hope you know that." He turned around and walked back over to me, holding onto my arms again. "Are your hungry y/n?" I shook my head. "I'm never usually hungry."

Taeyong began to drag me out of the room and down towards the kitchen. "But I said I'm not even hungry?" I began to lightly pull back, trying to stop him. "I don't care, you can come regardless. It doesn't seem like I can even leave you in a room by yourself even more without you trying to crawl through the air ducts to get out of here."

I was dragged continuously, despite my hardest attempts and into the kitchen where everyone turned and once again stared at me like I was the shiny new toy in the playground. "Oh, hey y/n!" Said Jisung, waving at me and smiling widely. I awkwardly smiled back at him and smiled slightly. I sat down on a chair as far away from all the members I did not know yet and who kept staring at me.

It did not do much as they had just changed where they had positioned their sitting and they were all still looking. "Okay guys, stop staring at her, you can already see that she's getting uncomfortable from you all staring." Said Mark, and with that, they all turned their heads and would continue to wait as Taeyong cooked.

I let out a small sigh of relief and smiled at Mark, at least someone could tell how I felt about all their eyes on me. It was not very comfortable, especially if I had just met them. However, they were idols, and everyone knew about them, and by everyone, I mean everyone. We may have viewed them through a screen but that does not mean that we will ever truly know them. As they are forced to put on a mask of who they truly are just to please what their fans want. Nobody will ever know who the true them are. They are just an illusion and what is seen to be 'perfect' in society.

But maybe that is just what I liked: a mystery. I wanted to know who the real members of NCT were and what they did, who they were as actual people rather than just the people who they put out to be. And I admired that they were able to put up with all this just to do what they love: music. Looking around at all of them it was like they were family. I saw laughing, smiling, and hugging.

They were each other's family for how long they were here, and it was beautiful to watch them. "Here you go y/n." In front of me was a plate with sweet-smelling food, without asking questions, I quickly began to eat. A moan escaped my mouth from how good it was. Wait. I slowly looked around me as every member was now staring at me. I hid my face from them all as I continued to shovel food into my mouth, how did Taeyong make something so delicious?

I heard many chuckles as I ate as quietly as I could. I am so embarrassed. I did it in front of every single NCT member there was. Great first impression, they must think I am so weird. When I had finally finished the delicious meal, I stood up and walked around to the sink, I felt the eyes back on me and I sighed. Dishes began to slowly pile up in the sink as I scrubbed and scrubbed at them. I felt like it was my duty to make sure that they were spotless.

"You do know that you don't have to do that y/n." A deep voice said from behind me, I immediately knew who it was. Taeyong. Spinning around, I was instantly captured by his gaze as his eyes dug daggers into mine and looked so intensely at me.

Why did he have to act so intimidating today?

"Yes, I do, so you can go off with them now if you want, I do not feel like escaping right now." I shrugged and turned back to the dishes, scrubbing them as much as I could until I saw my face. As they all turned out like that, I grinned widely. Thank god they sparkled; I want to prove my worth.

"You do know that you're thinking out loud?" My eyes widened and I turned around to see Mark there, standing with a grin on his face. "You look cute when you blush, by the way." What? My hands quickly shoot up to my cheeks as they grew hotter and I shook my head, huffing loudly.

"I'm not blushing." He raised an eyebrow and I quickly shook my head, walking past him and out of the kitchen as I practically ran down the hall and into 'my' room. I closed the door and quickly slammed it shut, the clockwork inside of the door hinges made sure that it clicked, notifying me that it had been indeed closed properly.

I had never been so embarrassed in my whole life; an idol saw me blush and I probably looked like a whole human checking tomato. This is not okay. My life is over. What am I going to do now? I can face him again; it is just embarrassing that he saw me blush. Nobody has ever seen my blush and it is just so odd that someone has now seen it. Why couldn't I have just controlled myself like a normal person?

But of course, who could ever control themselves around someone like Mark?

He is adorable, sweet, kind, talented and humorous. He is the perfect guy that everyone wishes that they could have. He was simply just so adorable; it was as simple as that. Although, Taeyong was the opposite of that. He was hot, handsome, and devilish. Control yourself y/n. I sighed and shook my head as my hand raised, placing my palm onto my forehead, and sat down on the bed.

"I need to get home soon, or at least call my mother because I haven't called her in a while and she's going to be wondering what has happened to me." I took my phone and clicked the home button, but nothing happened at all, the screen remained completely and utterly blank. "No, no... Please..." I shook my head and tapped it, pressing the power button but nothing happened. It was dead. Just great.

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