ONE-on-ONE | nct crackfic

yuwin or yumark?

"hi, how can i help you today?"

winwin says with a smile from the 'wayv' room even though he was alone and no one could see him, not even the person he was speaking to.

"winwin?"

the voice spoke softly and immediately winwin stood up in shock, remembering the voice so well and in all its details, he looked around the room to see no one.

"don't you miss me at all?"

"i know what you're doing."

winwin responds, barely even catching his breath as he runs over to look through the window blinds and shut them.

"you can't keep doing this to me. it's creepy and if i'm going to be honest, completely terrifying."

"but i love you, winwin."

the voice replies, almost instantly and winwin was forced into hiding when he returned to his desk, immediately ducking under his work table.

"no, you don't love me! we've been separated for years! you don't know what you're saying!"

winwin spits out into the phone but the guy didn't leave him alone.

"just leave me alone, yuta!"

"NO, I SAID I LOVE—wait, did you just call me yuta?"

winwin freezes because is this not yuta?

"y-yeah, i said 'yuta'."

the voice on the other line goes silent for a while, even causing winwin to doubt the voice he remembers, or remembered.

"it's taeil."

"oh, makes sense. hi."

winwin says and sits back up onto his chair.

"what—"

taeil begins but winwin interrupts.

"well, do you still love me?"

"yes—"

then winwin suddenly ends the call with one swift hand motion because there was only one man in his life and it was not taeil.

so he calls up yuta.

"hi, omg, is this mark? i can't believe you're actually willing to talk to me again after i put salt in your coffee instead of sugar—for the last time the sugar is always the pink one."

the boys says, enthusiastically but winwin shows no surprise at the sudden mention of his co-worker.

"no, it's not mark. it's winwin."

yuta stills.

"oh, hi, winwin. haven't talked in a while, huh?"

it was obvious to the younger male that he had been nervous.

"are you serious—we went to a company dinner two days ago and you asked me if my abs were harder than yours and then walked away smirking, which by the way, i'm 100% sure my abs are more rock hard,"

winwin says and yuta scoffs on the other line, offended for the first time today.

"well, okay, then. if there isn't anything else then i'm gonna go—"

"no, wait! i have something else to say."

yuta stays silent, waiting for the next words to leave his friend's mouth.

winwin takes in a deep breath.

"can i have fifty dollars?"

"omfg, winwin, bye."

• • •

"do these like pants make my like butt look big?"

mark asks as he turns around for his friend to see.

johnny only glances and crosses his arms.

"for the last time today, it looks fine. why do you have to ask every hour?"

mark shrugs and exits towards the vending machine to where jaehyun was.

"hyung."

mark says and the older boy turns to him with a coffee cup in his hand.

"what, mark?"

"if you're like moving in silence and you like tell someone you're moving in silence then like are you really moving in silence because then you're like moving in whisper."

mark didn't give jaehyun even a second before jaehyun spits his coffee back into his mug and shakes his head, ready to walk away and leave the conversation.

"i'm just trying to go home early and see my kids, mark."

"kids? like children?"

mark asks after him but jaehyun was already across the other side of the room, talking to taeyong, with a smile.

"i heard he has like sixteen kids, you know."

a voice suddenly says from the corner of the room, behind a tall plant, a short distance away from where mark was and it pretty much causes mark to jump back a bit.

"h-how like long have you like been staying there?"

haechan shrugs and crosses his arms.

"maybe like about eight hours but i took a break in between for lunch so about four hours."

mark walks up to him.

"but like work lasts like eight hours—"

"i know, i'm here to avoid it."

the younger boy winks at him but mark really wasn't that surprised when haechan resumed back to his usual position and freezes behind the plant.

of course, yuta comes along and sees this and somehow, he's offended because what was his mark doing right there instead of being with him.

"mark, why are you talking to that plant and not me?"

how to escape, mark, how to escape, he thinks to himself until a brilliant idea, more brilliant-er than watermelon itself, pushes itself into mark's mind.

"look, hyung! there's—um—like winwin and taeil baking a like cake over there!"

then mark runs away fast, like speedily, like he dashes, like the symbol, you know?

mark —> 🏃🏻 = —