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

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Jaemin got up from his seat, stretching to loosen up before grabbing his bag. They had just landed in China, more specifically, Kun's own private runway.

"Dude, this guy's no joke. I've never seen anything like this," Chenle whispered to a tired Jisung. He let out a yawn as he nodded in agreement, his brain still not fully awake. Jisung scrunched up his nose out of habit, only to earn coos from the older members.

"Ok gather your things. We can't waste time now," Kun spoke up, grabbing his own bag as he adjusted his yellow-tinted sunglasses. The boys hurriedly packed up their things, slinging bags over their shoulders as they followed Kun out the jet.

The afternoon sun beat down on the 7 boys, some already starting to sweat in their jackets. Two, sleek black limos slowed to a stop in front of them, two sharp looking men in a suits stepping out from the driver's seats.

The ride in the limo was silent in both vehicles, the tension of the situation clearly just hitting the Dreamies, Jaemin especially.

'Don't mess this up, Nana. Use your brain this time, thanks,' he mentally scolded himself, resting his elbow on the arm rest as he stared out the window. 'Do it for the others, don't let them down.'
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The Dreamies sat in the lounge room that was built into a warehouse, which stored weapons and cars, Jisung even noticed several four-wheelers in the back.

Papers and documents were spread on the coffee table as the Dreamies scanned them over. It looked fairly simple, at least, they thought it looked simple.

"Alright, this mission is fairly easy," Kun stated, walking into the room. "But before we discuss anything," he scanned over the Dreamies faces, who stared back him. His eyes fell on Jaemin, the boy tensing up at the older's gaze.

"Jaemin can I speak to you privately after this?"

Nana nodded hesitantly, the other members looking at him, concerned. Kun lifted his sunglasses, placing them atop his head.

"Good. Now, let's start, shall we?"
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"Thank you! Hope to see you again, sir!"

Yang Yang returned the cheerful clerk a slight nod and a smile, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip out of it.

Ah, coffee. The nectar of the gods.

The boy decided to get out of the house that day, treat himself for once, y'know? He walked the mall with his coffee in hand, a paper bag from a clothes store in his hand.

He'd gotten himself a new hoodie, along with a new pair of sneakers to add to his collection. He stepped out of the mall, the outside air warming him up. He took a stroll along the streets of Beijing, the music playing through his airpods adding to his increasing mood that day.

He finally felt, relaxed? No, free, free to be himself, free from his past, from the memories of a lost friend. A smile couldn't help but spread across his face. He should appreciate this moment while it lasted.

A modern looking store caught Yang Yang's eye, the gadgets and devices placed meticulously on displays drawing the boy into the building. He browsed through almost everything there, testing and examining each device with great interest. His little tech-whiz heart enjoyed every moment of it.

He set down a tablet back on its stand, taking a step back before turning to another device. A shoulder bumped into his, the owner muttering a soft 'sorry'.

Yang Yang looked up at the stranger, just about to reply before their eyes locked.

They were familiar, yet different and foreign. They felt like home, but distant at the same time. He recognised them, but he didn't want to.