Youth •°•°• NCT DREAM

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Seo [y/n] licks her dry, chapped lips. It was approximately 2;30 in the morning, and she was trying to not let her thoughts invade her head. She chews and pulls the soft skin off her bottom lip, beginning to taste iron.

She taps her fingers on her leg. Caving, she grabs her phone, dialing a number.

Walking silently to her closet as she lets the phone ring on speaker. The person on the other line picks up.

"[y/n] what the hell? It's almost three!" The feminine voice says, but [y/n] continues to pack clothes.

"I'm coming over."

"Okay, but why? What's up?" The girl on the other side asks.

"I'll tell you when I get there." And then she hangs up.

She jogs down up the stairs as quiet as possible, and slips on her black and [favored/color] converse.

Unlocking the front door, she grabs her keys, and runs out the door.

It wasn't as cold as she had expected, just a slight chill. Keeping her pace, she runs another six minutes, making it to her friends house with a slight pant.

[y/n] opens the door without hesitation, closing it lightly, to be engulfed in a tight hug.

"God you worry me sometimes, [y/n]. Now why are you here this late? Or... Early I guess."

The girl pulls away, her black hair a mess and slight bags were forming under her grey eyes.

"I'm sorry, Hyunjae. I can't stop thinking about something and it... It's driving me insane." [y/n] drops her bag on the floor, before falling to the couch, legs weak.

"Bitch, spill." Hyunjae says, sprawling herself across [y/n]'s lap.

[y/n] sighs, "I'm thinking about running away. Making my way to Busan, or Daegu." She says, a light in her eyes.

Hyunjae hums, taking in the new information.

"Would you have enough money for that? I mean, hell ya, I'll help, even come with you if I could, but you know I won't just leave Nana like that."

[y/n] nods. "I've been working enough that I have enough for a small apartment, a train or plane ticket, and some food to last me a week or so, until I got a job." She starts playing with Hyunjae's hair.

"Jae," [y/n] starts, "should I go through with this?"

Hyunjae clicks her tongue, "well, weigh the pros and cons. You'd be out of that hellhole you call home, but you could get caught. It'd be a fresh start, but difficult to maintain on your own."

"What are you going to tell the boys? You know they'll either want to come with or want to talk you out of it."

"Out of what?" Someone yawns from the doorway that lead to the bedrooms.

"Jaemin this doesn't involve you." Hyunjae says sternly.

"But noona," he whines, "if [y/n] is involved then I am." He says without hesitation.

[y/n] sighs. "Jaemin, come here. This is very important and you can not freak out. Got it?" Jaemin nods, and sits next to her and Hyunjae, who was currently sitting on her lap.

"Jaemin, I might leave."

Jaemin's brows furrow in confusion, then hurt. "You're leaving us?!" He shouts, louder than he should've.

[y/n] puts a finger to her lips, shushing him, before sighing.

"I might. Nothing official yet."