Wicked || NCT

Five

"Excuse me, mister. I'm looking for this guy" I tapped one of the guy's shoulders making him turn around. He was a bit taller than me, a slit on his eyebrows and his hair dyed red. His Jawline was sharp and his eyes looked dead needless to say.

"Who are you kid? Have not seen you before" he remarked as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Seriously why the hell does he have to know where I'm from or who I am? Why can't he just give an answer to my question?

"You don't have to know who I am. If you have seen this boy somewhere please do let me know." Was all I said as he nodded wiping his hands off the grease before motioning me to follow him. I complied, walking behind him like a lost puppy. Once we were away from other workers he took the photo from my hands giving me a look afterward.

"How do you know this kid? Are you related to him or something?" He asked. I gulped visibly as I shook my head as a no. I wasn't related to him in any form. Why would I be related to someone as low as him?

"What's your connection with him?" He further asked making me roll my eyes. Can't he just tell me if he knew about the guy or not? Why does he have to ask a series of questions?

"Look it's a personal matter and I don't really want to share my reason with you. I just want to know if you've seen him around or not. His name is Park Jisung if you don't know him." I said curtly making him raise his hands in surrender. He pursed his lips, looking around, before leaning in forward.

"Are you looking for him due to drugs? If so, he stopped those dealings a few months back. He's a good kid now."

"Good or not I don't care. I want to know his address. That's that." Was all I said as I was starting to get angry due to this random stranger. I don't want to know how Park Jisung is doing now cause that's not what I'm here for. I'm not here for casual talk and I don't even want drugs. I want him. I want them.

"Chill chill. I'll tell you. His house is right behind the corner, painted white."

"Thank you" I murmured, putting my hand forward, a gesture for him to give me the photo back. However, instead of the photo, he handed me something else.

"Take this. Whenever you need me, call me." He said as I furrowed my brows at him.

"Don't look at me like that kid. I run this mechanic shop and I want publicity. Don't put too much meaning into it." I smiled tight before bidding him goodbye.

Lee Taeyong
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"Lee Taeyong" I mumbled to myself before putting the card back to my pocket. I picked up a pace as I looked around carefully enough to not let my identity disclose. I got stares which were reasonable because who in the world would cover themselves with thick clothes on a fine summer day?

I reached my apartment and got in. The things were scattered all over. Seems like the landowner paid me a visit. Speaking of the devil there he's, picking up socks that were lying around.

"Taeil hyung what are you doing?", removing my coat I asked the older man who gave me a scowl before putting the socks in the laundry basket.

"I don't even understand how you even manage to live in this mess, Donghyuck-ah. You won't change do you?" I chuckled a bit shaking my head as a no making him groan.

"As expected from Mister Lee. Have you brought anything to eat?", he asked further as I shrugged making him roll his eyes.

"Were you waiting for me to make food for you? I swear to God Donghyuck-
Am I seriously the landowner or your servant?"