always and forever || 𝘯𝘤𝘵

1.10

lying on my bed, i stared at the beige wall above me, experiencing the most boring time of my life.

jaehyun had taken my phone away, something about, “not being able to connect with the outside world.”

not that i was complaining, considering that life had been a total bitch to me, except the boredom of having nothing to do was killing me.

       “oof.” i monotoned, feeling a sudden weight on my stomach. looking at the source of impact, i found it to be a phone. my eyes widened and i suddenly remembered my reason to live. i looked up, seeing a brown haired boy standing at my bed, hands in his pockets. 

in a deep chuckle, he opened his mouth, “this is from jaehyun. he said that you might need it. his and donghyuck’s phone numbers are inside and you, quote un quote jaehyun ‘will be in a huge pile of shit if you add any other number’ “

he continued eyeing me, causing me to shift uncomfortably under his gaze and clear my throat. finally out of his daze, he perked up, “ so, how much do you know about the hell hole you’re currently in?”

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i spent the rest of the day talking to the new friend i had made, who later introduced himself as kim doyoung. 

he had ‘kindly’ given me an extremely gruesome introduction to his and his ‘gang’s’ lifestyle, a thought that caused shivers down my spine.

doyoung has told me about the other 18 males, excluding him, haechan and jaehyun, who were in the household. he spoke fondly of every single person and it wouldn’t have took a genius to realise how close him and the boys were. 

our talk unfortunately did take a rather dark turn, by which he told me about how they were a top mafia group, by the name NCT, and how they were currently holding onto a very important price of information (doyoung refused to tell me what), causing a whole lot of other gangs to chase after them. 

the both of us not only talked, doyoung even helped me arrange my room, allowing the both of us to forge a deeper bond. 

by the end of a few hours, i refused to call him anything but bunny prince due to his facial feature’s similarities to a bunny.

he scorned then nickname on the outside, but i could see that he was secretly enjoying it, which only spurred me on to continue calling him that.

this had all gone on until late into that night, doyoung had left me tucked in my bed, nodding me goodnight.

as i laid in the comforts of a fluffy mattress, my mind flew back to some of the things doyoung had said earlier. 

dangerous, that’s what they were.

but were they really? it seemed nearly impossible, that haechan, my friend, a ball of sunshine, could be dangerous.

it creeped me out.

how could someone so innocent…. 

be so bad?

  

char’s note ; omg this chapter is so bad iM SORRY

i’m having severe writer’s block and i srsly wanna kill myself.

also, my physics teacher sucks and he gave us a test even though he barely taught us anything over the past couple of weeks. basically, he’s acting like a dick🤡🤡

anyways, pls keep reading!!!

ysa's note ; omgee i beg to differ 🤭🤭 PHYSICS TEACHERS ARE LIKE THE BEST ? my teacher teaches us april fools pranks and even plays along like ? the old man is precious !!
also shes been filling in the chapters i started mainly cause i could never write a full chapter without dying first.

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