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pretty boy // chenji (nct)

THIS IS ABOUT NCT'S JISUNG. it also talks about drug use, drug dealing, and police. drug dealer! jisung

Jisung switched the bags inside of the locker as an old trot song played in his earbuds. He pulled out the other bag, checked the contents (₩120,000,000 and enough molly to ruin everything), and shoved it into his backpack. As he walked to the subway he shrugged his bag over his shoulders, gripping it tightly. Normally Shownu didn't give him more than marijuana or cocaine, never anything as much as ecstasy (and never in such quantity, either). After he sat in his seat and the subway started, he opened up his bag and dug into the bottom, pulling out a black bag. He discreetly looked around, making sure that nobody was staring at him as he took out a phone and shoved the small pouch back into his backpack.

Me: did you mean to send over so much ecstasy, hyung?

As Jisung waited for a response from Wonho, he analyzed the subway again. It would be stopping soon and new people would be coming in. His stop was five after.

Muscle: it's what the boss ordered. I suppose he thinks you're old enough, now that you're 16

Jisung had a bad feeling about this. If it were marijuana he could act like it was his, even with a ton. He could play like a kid that had gotten addicted and bought in bulk. Partygoers would have to be crazy to buy ecstasy in bulk, he wasn't stupid. If he got caught tonight it would definitely mean jail time.

He texted an okay back to Wonho and put his phone back into his bag, clutching it to his stomach. He felt sick. He didn't usually feel like this, but it was usually marijuana.

Two stops later and a crowd in and out, Jisung feels a person sit next to him. The boy was pretty: a nice face, dyed orange hair, nice clothes. Obviously not from the part of town.

The pretty boy turned to look at him and Jisung moved his head in the other direction, not feeling the boy's gaze leave his head. Eventually, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hi," it was the pretty boy. "I don't live around here, and..." The boy looked uncertain - maybe because Jisung was a random kid and he didn't know shit about him - and his words trailed off.

"You're lost?" Jisung asked. It was almost obvious with how much he stood out. He wore a button up white shirt, black slacks, and a tie with a symbol on it.

The pretty boy smiles, it almost blinds Jisung. "Yeah." Pretty boy pulled out his phone and opened Google Maps, showing Jisung his saved home address. "Do you know what stop I would get off on to get there?"

Yes, he is definitely out of place. Jisung didn't have half a clue where the pretty boy's house was, partly because he had forgotten the address already and partly because he hadn't thought about it.

"Show me it again?" Jisung asked. His voice was gravely from the screaming he had done when he woke up from his nightmare that morning and the subsequent disuse during the school hours.

The boy smiled again and showed him the address, zooming out at Jisung's request. The house was almost a block away from Jisung's party destination that night.

"You get off at my stop," he said. "Two more to go."

"Okay!" The boy exclaimed. He was much too excited to be talking to Jisung. "What's your name?" The boy asked.

"Jisung." He said plainly.

"I'm Chenle! It's very nice to meet you!" As Chenle rattled on and on, the subway stopped again and people got out. One more stop. Shit, were there police here again like last week? Would they search him? Would they recognize him?

Eventually, they reached their stop. Something in Jisung wanted to reach out and ask Chenle for his number, if they could hang out sometime, but he pushed it down because that was ridiculous. He didn't hang out and didn't casually text. The feeling got larger as he and Chenle got off the subway, he felt like he was missing something, making a mistake. Then Chenle was swept up into the crowd of people, and Jisung knew that he had missed his chance and would never see him again.

Jisung began to make his way to the exit, stopping when he saw a tuft of bright orange hair. Maybe he could go talk to him now? Yes, he would go up to him and ask if he needed some more directions. Maybe he could-

"Stop where you are?" It's obviously a police officer. It sounds like Officer Bong, who he had ran into at a party two weeks ago. At the time he was fresh out of weed. He was lucky. Now, not so much.

Jisung took off running, only to hit the ground a minute later.