FRIENDS! - nct

episode ten.

— THE ONE WHERE EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART

"Dude, can you stop drinking, you look like a 40 year old man going through his mid-life crisis." Donghyuck complained, snatching the green bottle of alcohol out of the older's hands, before he could take another swig of the intoxicating liquid.

"Hey fullshit, give me back my bottle." Mark whined, arms outstretched towards the soju, aimlessly leaning forward. The boy scooted closer to Donghyuck in attempts of grasping the bottle, but he moved away at the last second, sending Mark to fall face first, onto the apartment's floor. "Argh. You fucking asshole. I'll cut your dick off and shove it—"

"Hey, Hey, Hey, Language— oh wait, never mind." Johnny stopped himself, remembering the lack of presence of the youngest Lee. He subconsciously crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the kictchem doorway, overlooking the scene in the living room.

"That's the problem. You had to say never mind,  my wittle pwincess is gone and I'm here drinking, IM DRINKING—"

"Which you never do-"

"Which i never do, because I feel so empty. This feels like a really bad break up." Mark cried, picking himself up from the ground, then stumbling towards Johnny where he grasped his shoulders tightly. "I don't even know if I'll be able to see her again—"

"Mark, don't say that. We'll track that bitch of a baby mama down and ask for split custody." The taller patted his head reassuringly, trying his best to comfort his friend.

Donghyuck on the other hand, wasn't as calm as the oldest. The boy was surely riled up with his niece away. "Fuck split custody, we want full!"

"We still have to reason with Mari's mother—"

"Would getting back a child be a plausible excuse to strangle a bitch—"

"Donghyuck."

"What?"

"You cannot hit or hurt a woman—"

"Fuck, if she's a woman, I'm a woman too. Lemme at her!"

"Wait shut up! Where's Mark?"

"God, Johnny. You're so irresponsible sometimes."

"Eye—"

. . .

A few hours later in the 117 apartment . . .

"Holy fuck, I have a little shit in me. Jaemin, drop kick me right now—"

"Hwa Young are you crazy!" Jaemin exclaimed, shaking her repeatedly by gripping her shoulders. The woman firmly placed her palms against his chest and pushed him back to be released— a feeling of nausea coating her stomach.

"Geez, get off me. You're not the baby daddy or the god father—"

"Bitch, you did not just fucking deny my entire purpose of life—"

"I don't know what kombucha shit you're on, but you're only good at one thing, cleaning our apartment. Stick to it." Hwa Young deadpanned with her brows furrowed and eyes narrowed.

"Why are y'all arguing again? You both are loud and problematic. Pick a struggle before I make you struggle—"

"I don't like your energy. Go manifest a new personality, Ren John." The Chinese's left eye twitched at the mispronunciation of his name.

"I think I'm gonna go upstairs and tell Jaehyun he's a daddy—" The boy turned on his heels, beginning to walk to the front door, but before he could grab the door knob, Hwa Young leaped forward, tackling him to the wooden ground.

"Geez, when I prayed for someone to break my back, I didn't mean in this way—"

"Renjun, you're not telling him."

"Well if you don't, you know well that I will march up the stairs and knock on his door. So it's now or never."

"I am so not telling him—"

. . .

a few minutes later. . .

"You just knock on the door—"

Interrupting Renjun, Hwa Young pushed him around the corner, hiding him from Jaehyun's expected view. "Yeah, no kidding, asshat."

Begrudgingly, Hwa Young raised her fist, but hesitated for a split moment.

"Any day now—"
"I get it, shut up, I'm nervous."

Finally knocking against her ex's door, Hwa Young quickly retracted her hand and began to wait for Jaehyun to open the door. A few silent minutes had passed since she knocked, and the woman began to lose her patience. But at the last second, before she turned away, the door swung open, revealing a half naked woman.

She was tall with a slender figure, and had a towel covering her only. Droplets of water hung to her hair, as it was slicked back— probably fresh out of a shower.

"Uh who the fuck are you?" Hwa Young asked, narrowing her eyes in attempts of identifying the woman.

Interested in what's happening, Renjun peaked out from the corner and let out an inaudible gasp.

Before the mystery woman could reply, Jaehyun, fresh out of the shower as well, had joined the two woman at the door. A towel loosely hung around his waist as dark purple spots littered his neck.

Eventually, after stopping behind the woman, he looked up, and met Hwa Young's disheartened expression.

Tears pooled at her eyes, but she was unwilling to let them fall in front of the two.

"You fucking prick." Her hand naturally shot up and met Jaehyun's cheek in an instant. His head turned sharply from the impact of her palm— a red hand print adorned his cheek.

"Renjun, we're getting married right now."

"Uh, yes ma'am."