▪︎The Unknown▪︎|| NCT MafiaAU (Ended But Incomplete)

Say It

Yang Yang didn't know why he was doing this. His eyes were hooked on the screens in front of him, right hand clicking and moving his mouse.

He was still very much intrigued by NCT, even if he didn't necessarily agree with their actions.

"NCT...train...20 casualties holy shit," Yang Yang mumbled as he scanned the article, brows furrowed in focus.

A black and white image caught his eye, his hand almost scrolling past it. A video, camera footage of an attack in a bank in Toronto.

His index finger twitched, almost hesitant to play the video. Why was he so nervous? It was just a video.

Muffled sounds of gunshots emerged from his speakers, the video almost a blur. Yang Yang could barely make out anything in it. Rewinding, he took a closer look.

It looked like the camera was in a corner, with stairs on it's left, while a door stood at it's right. They flung open, smoke spewing from the other side as masked men ran out, some shooting at what was on the other side of those doors.

As they fled down the steps, one man remained, gun in a holster as he barricaded the door with a metal rod he came in with. The smoke made it hard to see, but while sliding in the rod, his mask came off, revealing his face.

Yang yang leant in closer, which was probably taking a toll on his eyesight. The man turned towards the camera, firing the gun as he fled. Unfortunately, he missed.

The boy paused the clip, attempting to get a good look at the man's face. He appeared young, skin pale and hair messy from being under the mask.

"Ok...wait what th-" Yang Yang's eyes widened, blinking to re-adjust his vision. He must be mistaken.

To his dismay, no. No he wasn't wrong.

"Liu Yang Yang you're gonna spoil your eyesight like that."

Said boy jumped in his seat, startled by the sudden presence of another person. He held his hand to his heart, sighing as he turned around.

"I told you to knock, Kun-ge. And plus you didn't close the doo-"

"What's that on your computer?"

Kun stepped closer, his suit and styled hair giving him an intimidating aura. Yang Yang panicked, shielding his monitors from his brother.

"Oh that's nothing. Look, can you just lea-" He was once again interrupted, his brother grabbing his arm, moving him away from the screens.

Yang Yang was silent, Kun's grip still on his wrist. He knew Kun would be disappointed, and at this point, that was the least of his concerns...or so he thought.

The more words Kun read from that article, the more anxious and guilty Yang Yang got. It seemed like he had betrayed his brother in some way, like Kun was going to resent him for this. He didn't want to say it, but that would've been his worst nightmare.

After a moment, Kun looked back at the boy, whose face had panic written all over it.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I-"

"It's fine."

Yang Yang eyes widened once more, making contact with Kun's. They were sorrowful, regretful almost, and the boy didn't expect that.

After letting out a sigh, his grip loosened on Yang Yang's wrist, letting it fall to the boy's sides.

"I'm not mad, just a little disappointed."

Those words stung Yang Yang. I mean, like he wasn't already enough of a disappointment to his family. He just had to go and add on to that.

Kun sat in Yang's Yang chair, the boy stood in front of him.