Stitches {Johnten~NCT} {Boyxboy} ©

Ten

After being told off, not only for running but wearing a hoodie too I didn't think my heart could take any more teachers telling me off. I better be on my best behaviour!

About an hour into it, the plan was already ruined. As I sat in the head teachers office I contemplated running from home to avoid the confrontation awaiting me from my step-dad.

After Johnny and I explained how we had managed to turn the cafeteria into a war zone, our elderly head teacher spoke "Unfortunately boys, as much as I sympathise with your reasoning I cannot let you get away without a punishment. I don't think detention would work on you two so how about you help my wife and I move into our new house?"

What the fuck? That's such a weird punishment. I swear those exo guys got like three months of community service . . . Not that I want community service.

"Pardon?" I asked

"My wife and I have just moved house you see and as you can tell we are both old and have fragile bones so having two youngsters to help out would be great,"

I look at Johnny and we agree to it. It can't be that bad.

That's what I thought yesterday when I wasn't in the middle of a hundred boxes filled to the brim with dusty photos and weird cushions, being watched by Mrs.Sm who had become fascinated with Johnny's earrings. Better him then me.

"C'mon boys time for a break,"

Johnny and I sigh in relief and walk through to the kitchen where Mr. Sm stands.

After roughly ten minutes of awkward small talk about grades and weather, Mr. Sm has had enough and tells us to go home and come back tomorrow.

This is gonna be a long week.

Johnny and I don't realise that neither of us have a ride until we've stepped outside of the Sm household.

"I am not going in that piece of crap again," I hear Johnny mutter, I'm guessing 'that piece of crap' is Mr.Sm's car.

"How are we gonna get home?"

"I don't know about you, Chitta, but I'm walking,"

"Ok, I'll uh walk with you," after receiving a look I quickly add "so you don't get lonely,"

He turned away from me but I could see him smiling. I follow close behind.

As we walk, the sun sets. The streetlights turn on and it almost felt like it was only Johnny and I in the world.

Johnny suddenly stops and turns around "You know I'm tired of walking this way let's turn around,"

"What the hell Johnny? I'm not going back now!"

"Listen to me carefully Chitta, there's a group of men up there that are looking for trouble. On a normal day I'd take them but today I have precious cargo that cannot be damaged. So let's turn around and go the other way,"

I nodded my head, trying to ignore the fact that I had been referred to as 'previous cargo' nonetheless I still blush.

Johnny notices and I catch a smug smirk on his face, I scowl at him and roll my eyes.

"Johnny I'm tired," I whine, slowing down "carry me?"

He gives me an incredulous look "again?"

I nod

"Be careful Chitta, wouldn't want this to become a bad habit," he gives me a pointed look but the threat sounded empty due to his soft tone and smiling lips.

Why am I even looking at his lips?

Holy smokes what is this guy doing to me.

Johnny lifts me up onto his shoulders once more and we continue the walk along the pavement.

Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asle-

When I awoke I swore at myself, one night away my stepdad would ignore but two would get his attention.

Once again, I climbed out of Johnny's bed, said hello and goodbye to the man ,who's name I'd learnt was Albert, and Jaemin. I nod at Johnny's friend, Jaehyun and sneak into my house.

Taeyong is standing in my kitchen talking to Jeno and my mum.

Mum sends me a look and I hurry up the stairs.

I rush into the bathroom to clean and comeout in time to see my stepdad.

"Where were you last night then?"

I avoid eye contact, "At a friend's house, we were studying."

"Your mother was worried sick you little brat. Never do that again! Are we clear?"

I nod my head.

He puts his face so close to mine that I can smell his vulgar breathe. He studies me and then turns back round and into my mums bedroom.

I hate that man.

My friends know that he's not a nice guy, but they don't know to the extent it is.

I walk back downstairs and pull Taeyong out of the house after kissing my mum on the cheek and ruffling Jeno's hair.

About five minutes into the walk to school I notice something on Taeyong's neck.
Oh my god . . . Is that a bruise? Is he ok?

"Oh my god Tae!" I exclaim

"What? Is there a spider? Fuck no!"

"Your neck!"

"My neck?"

"It's bruised!"

"No it's not,"

"Yeah it i- oh my god it's a hickey!"

This was followed by Taeyong being chased up the road by myself shouting at him.

"Who gave it to you?"

"No one!"

"So you gave yourself a hickey on your neck, nice one dickhead, last I checked that's humanly impossible,"

He stops running and looks at me "You are my best friend,"

"Duh,"

"But I can't tell you,"

"It was Jaehyun wasn't it?"

"Ye- no!"

"Oh it so was!"

"Fuck, no! Ten!"

And thus, another chase started and this time it didn't stop till we were in school.

"Don't worry Tae, I won't tell anyone! Might wanna Button up that shirt though," I wink at him and walk into form.

What a week it's been.