ONE-on-ONE | nct crackfic

under yuta's desk

"hello, welcome to nct hotline. how may i help you-"

jisung asked in a sweet voice but was interrupted.

"OH EM GEE, HI JISUNG-OPPA!"

the high-pitched girl voice had answered.

"woah, yeah no. we ain't doing this."

jisung said to the phone as he hung up.

literally seconds later, the phone on his desk began to ring again.

jisung didn't bother to answer it because the voice had called too many times to count before.

"why didn't you answer bro?"

asked mark as he sat back and ate a banana in the 'dream' room.

"the voice gets really annoying when you listen to it."

jisung replied, letting out a sigh once the ringing stops.

then the phone rings again but mark walks over to pick it up.

"THANK THE HEAVENS YOU FINALLY ANSWERED JISUNG-OPPA!"

the high voice shouted with joy.

"it's mark."

mark corrected, blank stare on his face as jisung watched the older boy.

"okay nevermind, bye."

the voice said in defeat and ended the call.

mark stared at the phone, puzzled as the line went dead.

jisung couldn't help but break into laughter at the scene.

"i don't understand, did they not like me? why the hell were they like 'JISUNG-OPPA' but won't even talk to me?"

mark pointed out, obviously bothered as he grabbed his banana from jisung's desk and continued to bite into it harshly.

it was as if the caller's upper body part, the part above the neck, was the banana he was softly tearing to pieces with the strong denticles he uses to eat.

sorry about that, mark's thoughts got violent so the author had to switch them to nice words instead.

"you know what?"

jisung retorted, leaning back into his chair as he placed his hands behind his head.

mark only hummed in response, cheeks full of monkey food.

"the voice kind of sounded like chenle."

from under yuta's desk in the '127' room, chenle giggled like a maniac with a phone in his hand.

well, he giggled like a silent maniac as he listened to the dispute come from the boys in room 'dream'.

• • •

yuta had just finished talking to a client for the longest time on the phone.

the call had lasted eight minutes but the caller was foreign and kept speaking english, yet they didn't want to talk to the ones who actually knew and understood the language.

that call felt like the longest call he's ever taken.

yuta laid his head onto his desk and sighed dramatically.

he was so tired he would still sleep even if the whole building was on fire.

the boy kicked his feet habitually underneath the desk and paused when he felt his shoe hit something.

"what the hell?"

he said to himself as he crawled underneath the tiny but comfortable area.

"huh.. this ain't that bad lol."

yuta grabbed onto a jar he assumed he must have kicked seconds before.

what even was the jar doing there?

yuta unscrewed the lid but scrunched his face in disgust as the aroma coming from inside the jar killed his nose.

"what the hell is this smell?"

he gagged to himself, shaking the jar and watching as the pieces of paper inside rattled gently.

he gulped as chenle walked over in a panic, crawling under the desk for the second time today.

"whatchu think you doing fool?"

chenle asked, grabbing the jar from yuta and closing the container before holding the glass jar close against his chest.

the jar was pressed against his heart as he scrunched his face at the older boy.

"why does it smell like that?"

yuta asked, plugging his nose from the smell toxic to him.

chen rolled his eyes and kept his clutch on the container tight.

"it's my jar full of love for jisung and it doesn't smell bad, it smells sweet."

"it smells like rotten feet."

yuta pointed out, crawling out from under his desk.

"that's because it used to be a honey jar but i tried to melt the honey inside and it didn't melt at all so i let jaemin eat it."

chenle explained, wonder in his eyes.

yuta was still as confused as ever.

"that didn't explain a single thing."

the younger boy only smiled and stood up to set the jar on yuta's desk.

"oh yeah, i put the jar in my attic ten years ago as a joke and then found it a couple days ago."

yuta's eyes go wide with shock.

"and jaemin still ate the honey?"

chenle rocked on his feet back and forth, not sure if he'd like to reveal himself.

"truth is, i had to add coffee creamers and sugar to get him to eat it."

"then why does it still smell like that?"

"i lost the jar yesterday and i found this one in a dumpster behind the building with a family of mice in it."

chenle explained and yuta dashed to the bathroom, gagging the whole trip.