Trusted You[NCT Ships]

24

Xiaojun's POV

I sighed for the 5th time in five minutes as the others laughed and played along with the game. Unlocking my phone, I text Yang for the second time.

Come over here-Me

What? Why?-Yang

Come on! I miss you these days-Me

You know, the others can't know about us-Yang

Hendrey doesn't mind.-Me

This isn't just about Hendrey. If i don't feel comfortable with them knowing, shouldn't you support me?-yang

But, shouldn't I also support Hendrey? He is also in our relationship.-Me

Xiao, listen to me. Why should he matter? He's only in our relationship because of you. I never wanted him to be with you. I was here first, should you already trust me more?-Yang

I sighed looking up from my phone. "Of course." I mumbled as I looked at Hendrey smile and laugh with the others. I crawled over to Kun and sat by him.

"You okay?" He asked staring at me. I nod leaning my head on his shoulder. Yang looked over at me before looking at Hendrey.

2 years before

"Hey! Hendrey, come and meet my friends. They are really nice, and love meeting new people, for the most of it." I smiled, inviting him in my dorm.

"Hey, Xiao-" Yang stopped, staring at Hendrey.

"Oh, Hendrey. This is my friend I was telling you about." I smiled, looking between them both.

"Hi, nice to meet you. You're the one who Xiao keeps talking about." Yang smiled.

"Oh really? I believe Xiao only talked about you one or two times. Nice to meet you" Hendrey smiled, shaking his hand.

1 year later

I kissed Hendrey yet again despite having a boyfriend who was waiting for me at home. Hendrey pulled me closer to him and I smiled into the kiss.

"Xiao, break up with him so we can be together." Hendrey whispered, slightly rubbing my head.

"Hendrey I love him. This isn't even meant to happen. I-I can't cheat anymore." I whispered grabbing his hands.

"Xiao Dejun." I heard Yang whisper from behind us. I quickly turn around, facing Yang as he stared between us.

"Y-Yang..." I whispered letting Hendrey's hands ago. Yang smirked then turned away. I got on my knees and grabbed his hand.

"Y-yang, I'm so sorry! P-Please, don't go." I cried as he sighed looking up to prevent tears from falling down his face.

"Don't worry. I won't break up with you." Yang whispered. I sighed, biting my lip, trying not to cry more.

"I really, didn't mean to do it. I really do love you." I cried.

"I want you to suffer. I want to stay in this relationship and keep you and Hendrey's relationship until I tell you to stop." Yang whispered, removing my hands and walking off.

Present

I sighed as a lump formed in my throat. "Xiao?" Hendrey whispered as the others stared at me.

"H-Huh?" I ask blinking away my tears.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I forced a smile and nodded.

"Mhm." I hummed, slowly getting up from the floor and walking to the bed. "I'm gonna, sleep for a while." I mumbled, covering up with the blanket and laying down.

"Alright, sleep well. We'll be out somewhere, unless you wanna go." Ten whispered. I shook my head, closing my eyes.

"Okay, bye." Kun whispered as the door opened and eventually closed. There was silence before the weight on the bed grew.

I turned around to see Yang sitting there staring at me. "Come here." He whispered. I slowly layed my head on his lap, avoiding his eyes.

"Are you tired?" He asked. I sighed and decided to try to avoid his question. "Huh?" He asked slightly shoving me.

"No." I whispered, closing my eyes. There was silence before Yang pushed me off of him. He got up from the bed and walked out of the dorms, slaming the door shut.

I shakingly sighed as my tears finally free themselves from my eyes. I clenched the sheets with my fist as I cried harder, letting everything out.

Chenle's POV

I hung up the phone call and threw it on my bed, walking out of the room. "Mom, could I go visit Jinsung and Jaehyun hyung after the meeting?" I asked, sitting down at the table.

"What? Don't you get tired of seeing those boys everyday?" She asked grabbing my fathes hand.

"No, mom." I mumbled, looking at their matching rings.

"Normally son, friends don't hang out everyday." My father sighed.

"We're not just friends." I whispered, looking down at my hands that rested on my lap.

"What do you mean?" My mother cluelessly asked. I sighed thinking to myself.

"Mom, what would you do if I didn't like girls?" I asked, looking between them both.

"I-I don't understand." She mumbled.

"Mom, I don't like girls." I whsipered, looking for any type of reaction from them.

"Chenle, don't play. Come on, go get dressed." My father sighed, as he helped my mother get upfrom her seat.

But I'm not....