wake up. | nct/wayv

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LEVEL EIGHT : WELCOME TO MY PLAYGROUND

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UNIT : THE VISION

PLAYER : KUN
AUGUST 2020

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> after getting taeyong's sudden call, to say kun was stressed would be an understatement. it was already enough that he had client after client on his schedule—not to mention his own personal projects... now taeyong wanted him to add another one?

that's how he ended up working (way) overtime at the studio, the hours passing excruciatingly slow. the glow of the screen made his eyes feel like they were going to pop out of his skull, and he rubbed at them wearily.

he turned his attention to the packet on the desk. he studied the face in the little image box next to the client's description before letting out a sigh.

when kun decided he'd spent enough time on work, he promptly gathered his things and made his way downstairs. the whole building was silent, which wasn't a surprise since it was around 3am. he doubted there would be anyone else there.

he was walking across the main lobby towards the exit when he saw someone who looked rather young. judging by that, he seemed out of place.

when they met eyes, kun said, "isn't it a bit late for you to be out in the city? you should go home."

the male shifted. he didn't look scared or anxious in the slightest. "i don't have a home," he said simply.

kun blinked. "then... what are you doing here?"

"i've come by a few times before. you seem to be the only one who's here every single day."

"i'm a producer. of course i'm here everyday," kun checked his watch. "do you go to school? you look like you'd need to get up in a few hours."

he shook his head. "i left home. i don't do much except wander around. that's how i came upon this building in the first place—i'm curious, what's your name?"

there was a pause.

"...kid, you should really go home... you look super young, you shouldn't be out this late. now if you'll excuse me, i have somewhere to be—"

"i'm nineteen," the stranger interrupted him. he stepped in front of the doors to prevent him from leaving, not intimidatingly but in a desperate kind of way. "look... it's just that i've seen your face a lot and you seem kind... i already told you i don't have a home..."

"so," kun furrowed his eyebrows. "what are you saying?"

"i'm saying... i-i need help. i hate admitting this, but i don't have anything or anyone... i don't know what to do. i just need help. i-if you can't do that, i'll stop bothering you and leave..."

kun stood and let the silence build as the male awaited his response. the projects, the clients... your time is fully booked. the only time you really get to relax is sunday, but you still use as much time as possible to work. you sleep less than 5 hours. you even work while you're cooking.