love - [ nct ]

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is taeyong hyung really that stupid? thought jisung bitterly, shaking his head after listening to what jaehyun said about the letter he sent.

alana, who was in her room, went out of the room and walked to the kitchen, passing the boys that were gathered in the living room without a word.

jisung stood up and followed alana, before stopping on his steps as his phone that was in his pocket rang.

the maknae walked to a balcony fearing that a certain man was calling him. qs he shut the door of the balcony, he brought the phone before his eyes to see that it was indeed, taeyong.

"hyung! where the fuck are you?! we're so fucking worried!" said jipsung immediately.

"shit, slow down young man. i'm on my way back, don't tell anyone. you're the only one i can trust, since the rest would've killed me as soon as i went to contact them," explained taeyong over the phone.

"OH MY GOD!" jisung hopped up and down in excitement. "i can't wait for you to come back! even though i know that you suck!"

taeyong chuckled, "johnny and jaehyun told you about their letters, aren't they?"

"hyung, we tell each other everything. it's just noona, she isn't as talkative ever since you were gone."

"i know, i know. i know what i have done, jisung-ah. you don't need to remind me," jisung heard taeyong sighed. "i'll be back in a few minutes, i'm already close."

"jisung! what are you doing in the balcony?!" the youngest heard doyoung called.

"nothing!" shouted jisung back. "hyung, doyoung hyung is calling. i got to go."

"okay, thank you so much, jisung-ah."

jisung turned his phone off and walked inside the living room to see all the nct members looking at him in such intimidating way that he shuddered at the stares.

"sung... who talked to you?" asked jeno warily.

with all the stares, jisung was sure that he would be caught if he lied. he did what he had to do.

"i uh... i was called by taeyong hyung..." he mumbled under his breath.

"sorry? i didn't quite catch that," questioned jaemin, others nodded in agreement.

"taeyong hyung called me..."

"hE WHAT?" johnny ran to the youngest, rage filling his eyes. "and you didn't even tell me?!"

"john, stop.." alana put a comforting hand to johnny, pushing him away from the scared boy.

"no," the chicago man pushed her away. "don't you remember what I said?!"

"y-yeah," jisung nodded, walking a step backwards in fear.

"then why don't you tell me?!"

"w-well i-"

"john! please stop-"

the largest dorm's door creaked, signalling that someone was opening the door.

you know what it was.

feeling johnny's wrath, alana held him down by holding his shirt. but it was no use, he pushed her away as he ran towards the man that he loathed the most by now.

"HYUNG! STOP!" the youngers tried to hold him back, holding his arms and somewhat, he was too strong.

johnny grabbed the collar of the man's shirt before punching him right on the face, bruises started forming with a bloody lip.

"HYUNG, THIS ISN'T THE FUCKING WAY!"

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