Obsession Nct Mafia

13:

After having breakfast.
Taeyong excused himself because he received a phone call.

I decided I'd venture around the mansion til it was noon.

N's view: (me talking about myself I'm hella confused)
Zuley had fallen asleep in the workshop,
From trying to work on finishing the gun she was building.

The first person to walk into the workshop in the morning was Hendery.
He originally was looking for Yuta
But he thought it was cute.

"Zuley. You're going to catch a cold."

"Shut up." She sniffed and sat up.
She sneezed and wiped her runny nose. "I already did."

Hendery sighed. "Go to your room and rest up then."

"Yuta said I need to finish building this gun."

"I'll finish it for you." A new voice offered,
It was Jaehyun. "I haven't made one in years,
Hand it over and go to sleep."

"But.."

Hendery grabbed her by the wrist,
And literally yeeted her out the workshop and into the hall.

She yawned. "I'm too lazy to go to my room,
I'll stay at Chitta's."

She walked to the dark staircase and walked down to the candle wax smelling room.

She waved at WinWin as she passed by his room.
He was choosing tea leaves.

(Should I keep the WinWin or call him Sichong?)

She knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"Iz ya boi Zuley."

"Don't knock honey, you're always welcome."

She yawned as she closed the door.
"Chitta. Can I sleep in here? I feel a bit sick."

Ten glanced up to look at her.
"Oh. Dah baby feeling sick huh. Come here."

Zuley walked over to him and looked him Into the eye. "Yuta overworked you for the billionth time. Ima beat him up. Let's take you to sleep."

Jaemin swung the clock.
"Want me to sleep you?"

"No. I'm well off on my own."

She let Ten tuck her in to the bed.

"Goodnight." She yawned before she cuddled into the bed sheets that smelled like Ten, and his candles.

(Should I write in my view? More often?)

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Y/n started to stare at the paintings on the wall.

They were all very beautiful,
Yet mysterious.

"Do you like them?" A voice asked,
Making her soul jump out of her skin.

"Ah yes."

Y/n's view:
Renjun was leaning against the wall.

"They are very pretty." I said in a low whisper.

"You're the first to say you like them."

"I don't know painters that well, but is this Van Gogh's?"

He did something I didn't expect.
He chuckled quietly.
"Thanks but no. I painted them."

"You painted it??" I asked him as I looked back at them. "They're amazing."

"Thanks." He whispered before turning his back to me and heading to wherever he was going.

N's view:
She decided to not follow him because,
Well he was obviously an assassin or killer of some sorts.