Walk (Nct 127)

Taeyong was sitting up in his bed, scrolling through Instagram on his phone. He wished that people would stop posting about this shitty ass spooky Dora account that really tried to stay relevant.

ahem.

It was sometime in the afternoon. Taeyong could hear the others in the room next to him, chanting while most likely eating food and maybe some of them even going live for a while.

He was tired, as they all just finished a performance yesterday, and they stopped at the nearest hotel that looked somewhat nice, although they couldn't actually find it for thirty minutes.

He was about to go to the homepage when the door opened.

It was Johnny.