FRIENDS! - nct

episode six.

— THE ONE WHERE EVERYTHING GOES DOWN HILL

ENGLISH | BOLD

"So I guess I'm stuck with you." Donghyuck grumbled, holding Mari up so that their eyes were on the same level. The little girl smiled cutely at her uncle, making the adult scoff. "What's so great about you? Why does everyone love you more than me?" He turned her and lifted her continuously, scanning the entire child, not finding any reason to why his friends favored her over him.

Walking out from the bathroom, Mark adjusted his denim jacket as he trailed over to the blue couch, where the pair were sat.

"Thanks for volunteering to look after her, man."
"I fucking lost rock, paper, scissors, man."
"Dude."
"I'll whiplash her out of the apartment window."

Hwa Young rolled her eyes, coming out of her bedroom, dressed in a short red dress, heels accentuating her legs.

"Whiplash is how she was made, don't you think it's ironic if you kill her that way."

"Okay okay okayyyyy. Can we stop talking about murdering MY DAUGHTER?" Mark exclaimed, snatching Mari from the boy's grasps, cuddling her for the last time before he had to leave.

"Whatever. But I still can't believe y'all are going clubbing without me." Donghyuck fired back with attitude, making Hwa Young punch his shoulder.

"Ow—"
"Someone had to do it."
"Why not—"

Being cut off again, Johnny, Ten, Jaehyun and Taeyong barged into the 117 apartment, dressed up nicely for their nightly activities.

"Hello Daddy Lee, Porn Star, Dongfuck and my favowite wittle niece, Mari Lee." Johnny cooed, as he lowered himself to come face to face with the child. But as he did, his looming figure scared the poor girl, prompting tears to roll down her face. "Oh fuck."

"Well that's great timing because our Uber is outside and look at the time, we gotta go." Ten spoke in one breath as he awkwardly grabbed the wailing child and pushed her into Donghyuck's hands. "So take the crying sperm fetus, or whatever you call it, and we'll be going now!"

Ten dragged the others out of the apartment, slamming the door shut.

Donghyuck glanced down at the child in his hands, as she simultaneously looked up at him. Her eyes glimmered with fresh tears as her bottom lip quivered in a pout.

"Don't look at me like that."

. . .

As the six adults entered the raving club, their night began. Shot after shot, their bodies relaxed as they allowed the substances to take control. Eventually they all dispersed in different areas.

Ten had been the center of attention on the dance floor, as he danced with every song, pressed against anyone in his reach.

Johnny, suddenly became a college student again, as a group of men gathered around him, chanting his name, as the boy downed shots rapidly.

Taeyong, being the designated sober, sat at their booth, casually talking with other sobers.

And as for the other three, they ended up with Jaehyun and Hwa Young going against each other, as previous feelings from their recent argument lingered in the air, whilst Mark was in the midst of it all.

Earlier that night, a tiny quarrel had broke out between the two unofficial lovers, and it suddenly became a game to make the other jealous. And, they both wouldn't go down without a fight.

"What do you mean you don't want to make it official?" Jaehyun asked, finding it childish of her.

"Because we don't need a label?"

"Hwa Young, you don't even know yourself! Give me a damn reason."

"Hey, don't yell at me. I already have enough on my plate with having to find a new job. Lay off my fucking back."

"Are you listening to yourself? Stop using that as a safety net when things get difficult. You'll eventually get a new job. Just admit it, you're a coward."

"OKAY EVERYBODY, how about we take a shot of soju and we all just calm down—" Mark tried for reason, stepping between the two.

"Fuck you, Jung Yoon Oh." Hwa Young cursed, turning on her heels and waking away, fuming with anger. The boy scoffed, crossing his arms, watching Mark chase after the woman.

Drunkenly, Jaehyun leaned down to reach a girl's face, as he kept eye contact with Hwa Young from across the bar.

She watched with a fire in her eyes, completely ignoring the rambling Mark beside her. Reeled out of her stare down, the girl's phone rang. She glanced down at her hand, seeing the screen light up with Haechan's contact, prompting her to answer.

"Hello?" Her gaze was trailed back onto Jaehyun, watching his every move, whilst trying to listen to the boy on call.

"Great news. I didn't kill the baby, and I'm actually liking her."

At that moment, Jaehyun dipped down and kissed the mysterious woman in front of him, making Hwa Young mindlessly end the phone call. Perhaps it was the liquor, but her stubborn and competitive nature couldn't let it go.

She shoved her device into her bag before turning to Mark.

"Oh and one of my students painted me a waterm—" Interrupting his sentence, Hwa Young pressed her hands onto the sides of his face and reeled him in close, smashing her lips against his.

It lasted a few seconds before the pair both pulled away. "Sorry, Mark."

"I- Uh.. yeah dude."

"Mark?"
"Oh shit."