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mxrcayong · 4 years

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let it unfold - chapter one

chapter 1

Waking up at six in the morning, Katie is already late.

She moved to Seoul around two years ago for an English teacher’s assistant position in a local elementary school. This was something she wanted to do a part of her study abroad program in university, however she enjoyed it so much – she extended her period of work. Within days of her arrival two years prior, she bumped into an old family friend from Chicago – Johnny Suh.

From there, she’d say her life felt like a movie. She had troubles, of course, with finding a place to stay and with work – but in her eyes, she had the best group of friends anybody could ask for. It’s not difficult to notice that when the boys are touring, Katie had more work done through the day and less sleep as a result of calling them for at least five minutes wherever they may be.

facebook group chat: the only full nct group (unofficial) has ten unread messages

She knew what they were going to say, so when she opened up the phone – she was not all surprised. All she did was chuckle, roll her eyes – at both the messages and their stupid nicknames, and speed up getting ready.

canadaboi: kaykaykay wru

canadaboi: we misssssss youuuuuuuuuuu

canadaboi: you said you’ll see us

mother ty: we’re ow to the dance studio already, visit before work pls

chenle: or u can teach winwin eng

ten/ten: he def needs it

loselose sent a gif

jae-son derulo: can u hurry up pls so u wont get late for work

johnny the who: kate – complains abt us making her late to work ALSO kate – wakes up late anyway

The boys just came back from touring a few days ago and since then, Kate has been unable to visit them in person due to an influx of English tests and assignments having to be graded. Mark and her call every day still – it was their rule; to call for at least five minutes every day. They created it one day after a week where Kate was swamped with some university documents and Mark was travelling. The days of that week felt like they were missing something.

Wearing a maroon sweater with black and white checkered paper-boy pants, Kate grabbed her messenger bag and tied her hair into a ponytail, running to catch the bus to the dance studio.

As soon as she entered the familiar building, the security didn’t even need to ask for her name. “Hey Dong-Sun, Hey Kwang-Sun!” She greeted the security at the door.

Kwang-Sun grinned, “Hey Kate, how are you? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“It’s because the NCT boys just got back.” Dong-Sun commented, making the three of them chuckle. “What’s it like carrying 20 cups of coffee?” He motioned towards the bag of Starbucks in her hand.

She let out a dry chuckle, “It’s definitely heavy. I’m glad I remember at least some of their orders or else I would’ve spent 30 minutes just trying to find it in our chats.” And by some, she means Mark’s and Johnny’s orders. To find the other’s orders in a concise list without people arguing between, she just had to go to her messages with Taeyong. She did this as a surprise for the boys – mainly as a favor for herself as an excuse to grab coffee.

“Ask Mun-Hee to scan you up.” Kwang-soo instructed, “There’s a photo of you with the NCT boys. They told us to list you as an ‘unofficial member’ so you just need to tell them your name.” Her heart warmed at that.

She followed what they said and immediately, she knew the way to their dance studio.

As soon as the doors opened, there was a harmony of exclamations and three people tackling her. Luckily, Taeyong was one of them and quickly grabbed the paper bag full of drinks before they could spill as Johnny threw her over his shoulder.

Mark stood next to her, laughing.

“Put me down!” She laughed, smacking Johnny’s back until he listened.

As soon as she was put on the ground, she gave each of the boys a long hug before sitting down on the dance studio floor, drinking their coffees and catching up before their choreographers arrive in an hour and before she has to head to work. The reason they always meet in the dance studio is purely because it’s closer to her workplace and her home than the dorm and because the boys love to mess around in the dance studio.

It was a perfect moment in her eyes; all of them sat, sprawled around the floor. She sat in between Mark and Donghyuck, with Mark’s arm resting over her shoulder – like it commonly was, and Donghyuck teasing Mark by hitting him or mocking him. Eventually Hyuck stopped and rested his head on her shoulder as well.

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By the time she got home, she was debating heading over to the NCT dorms to sleepover ilke she normally did – but then remembered they’d be sleeping. They had an early dance practice tomorrow before shooting some promotional videos and, not to mention, Kate had an online tutoring session with one of her students.

So the rest of the night was like a normal night; she made ramen (which Taeyong taught her to cook) for dinner, she wrote some notes in her teacher’s notebook, changed into pajamas, and quickly prepared to call her student.

It was around eleven in the evening by the time she was done. But she still couldn’t sleep. Mark had texted her throughout the day and it had felt off – there were less emojis and more proper capitalization than usual. When she asked if something was up, he didn’t respond. He still hasn’t responded, and it’s been almost six hours. He usually responds within minutes.

It wouldn’t be worth it to check in on him when he’s sleeping, she sighed as she went to the kitchen to make some calming tea. I don’t want to risk waking him up.

The tea made her realise how exhausted she was, so while she sat down on the couch to watch some TV, she ended up falling asleep with only the TV light illuminating the room.

Suddenly, she awoke to a loud knock on her door.

And her heart was racing. Who’d be here at this time of night?

“Who’s there?” She sleepily called, getting up to her feet. Silence. “Hello?” She sang. Silence. She grabbed the bat she kept near her door for situations like these and held it to her chest. This would the first time she’d ever use this bat and her heart was thumping.

On 3, I’ll open this door. She told herself, trying to muster up the courage. 3, she breathed, 2, she held the bat to her shoulder, 1, she opened the door.

She gently placed the baseball bat by the door, breathing out a hesitant sigh of relief at the sight of the familiar face waiting by her door at this time of night. She rubbed her eyes of sleep, thinking she may be hallucinating. He should be sleeping; he has a dance practice tomorrow morning.

“Mark?” She asked, finally reaching over to turn on the light, “You should be asleep.” Kate motioned towards the clock on the wall, “It’s midnight.” Mark didn’t say anything and it was once Kate’s eyes adapted to the lack of light, she noticed the redness in his. She sighed, opening the door wide.

Out of their two years of friendship and daily chats, Kate has never seen Mark as fragile and as broken as he looks now. He still didn’t enter – despite the invitation. “Can we go?” He managed to let out with a small voice. It reminded her of when they first met through Johnny – he was shy and timid, much different to his stage persona.

Her eyebrows furrowed, “Where do you want to go?”

“Home.”

She was even more confused. “Do you mean with your parents? I can drive you there.”

Mark shook his head, “No, uhm, I took a cab here.” He noted. A silence filled the room – tense, but at least familiar. “What if we go to Vancouver?”

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qvestchen · 5 years

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Lockscreen // Yuwin NCT : Chapter Four

Summary: There’s a thin line between reality and playacting, and Dong Sicheng tripped hard over it when he fell head over heels in love with Nakamoto Yuta.

Author: qvestchen

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: Home, Previous, Next.

Lockscreen // Yuwin NCT

Chapter 4: Oracle Haechan’s Ouija session

Recap:

The next day, Winwin was leaving early when he tip-toed to where Yuta’s phone was charging. It was just a harmless habit of his. To check his lockscreen now and then.

He frowned.

The lockscreen had changed. It was Winwin still but post-show, Limitless-era Winwin looking petulantly at the camera. Winwin remembered when Yuta had clicked this picture. He was looking ghastly. It had been after a show when Winwin had smudged his make-up angrily, irritated by his outfit and the monstrous belt and the botched up dance move.

He shoved the phone back, looking at Yuta’s sleeping form.

When he returned that evening, he made a point to discreetly show his lockscreen to Yuta. It was a picture of Yuta covered in mud from when the time he had fallen face first into a rainy muddle during a rare walk together.

Yuta laughed when he saw it. “You still have this? Isn’t this pre-debut? Wow, I look ugly. Taeyongie, look at this.”

Winwin huffed.

Winwin was glaring at Yuta and Taeyong who were clutching each other, laughing at Taeyong’s Japanese while fixing up some dinner.

“Jaehyun,” he said, “you haven’t taken Taeyong out for a date in quite a while, right?”

They were sitting on the couch in the living room, watching football.

Jaehyun smiled, his dimple deepening. “We went out yesterday. Why?” His tone was shrewd.

Winwin looked at Yuta and Taeyong again and nearly growled. “Your boyfriend has no sense of personal space.”

Jaehyun nudged him. “Quit being jealous. Taeyongie is being smothered by Yuta if I’m seeing clearly. Besides, I remember someone telling me jealousy is a dangerous thing.”

“How do you not get jealous?” Winwin groaned.

Jaehyun looked at Taeyong fondly. “I used to, before, but being in a relationship changes stuff, you know? Things are good.”

Winwin threw him a dirty look. “I have never felt so bad for being single.”

“Oi, Jaehyunnie, can you have a look at this?” Taeyong called him from the kitchen. “Yuta says it’s too spicy but then Yuta finds everything spicy.”

“Later, singleton,” Jaehyun said, laughing, as he strode to the kitchen.

“Okay, you guys, I see you’re leaving me out of your little cooking show. I’m going to call Jun and Hao and go get dinner with them.”

“Bye,” they chorused.

Haechan entered the room, hearing the exchange. “Aww, Winwin hyung, are the hyungs being mean again? Fear not, Haechannie is here. Let me read your future with my new Ouija board.”

Winwin was about to suggest a game instead because he didn’t want to be the first experiment of Haechan’s new Ouija board but suddenly he remembered why Haechan had an Ouija board in the first place. Jaehyun had bought it for him after Haechan had read his future from the Tarot cards. No one knew exactly what Haechan had told Jaehyun but within the span of a few hours, Jaehyun was dating Taeyong.

“Can it answer a question for me?” he whispered.

Haechan’s eyes glinted. “And so much more.” He set up the board on the coffee table and asked Winwin to sit across him. “But first, I need payment.”

Winwin made a move to get up. “Okay, I’m leaving.”

“No, no, sit, sit. Okay, since you’re my first customer, it’s nearly free for you. Just help me prank Mark one of these days.”

Winwin nodded dismissively.

“Alright.” Haechan put on a serene face and fished out a purple robe from somewhere. “Welcome to Oracle Haechan’s Ouija session. I’m calling on spirits—”

There was a burst of laughter from the general direction of the kitchen.

“—yes, yes, I hear some witches wailing in the background.”

The laughter died down quickly.

“Okay, it’s quieter now. I feel the presence of a spirit.” The table shook slightly. “Oh it’s a real strong spirit but my presence has calmed it down. Okay, child, ask your question,” Haechan said, eyes still closed.

Winwin began, “What does Y—?” He stopped himself as he realized that the three in the kitchen had stopped cooking and were listening intently. What does Yuta truly think of me? No, he couldn’t ask that. He had a cool image to uphold. So, he covered up quickly. “What does my future look like?”

Haechan opened his eyes but rolled them back so only the whites showed and melodramatically, he shook the table with his foot. “Spirit-nim is saying something. Please spell it out for us.” He leaned over the table and the pointer began to move quickly.

Winwin drew a breath and tried to read the letters that were being highlighted by the pointer. “What the—it’s going too fast. Is it even saying anything? Seems random roaming about to me.”

The pointer stopped moving and the table stopped shaking. Haechan gave him a loathsome look. “You’ve made the spirit upset by your disbelief.”

The audience in the kitchen moved back to their work.

Haechan whispered conspirationally. “But don’t worry, hyung, I got the message. I can read the pointer pretty fast.”

Winwin looked doubtful.

“The spirit talked about…”

Winwin didn’t want to appear interested but his head leaned closer to catch the words.

“The spirit said, ‘Dong Sicheng, your biggest competition is about to come’,” Haechan said in a hoarse voice. He coughed and spoke clearly after delivering this. “So, what did you think of my session?”

“You need to work on the whole table movement,” Winwin said.

Haechan nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time. Who do you think I should call for a session next?” He scratched his non-existent beard thoughtfully.

“Ask Yuta. He seems pretty free these days.”

The younger boy sighed. “He’s my favourite experiment but I’m pretty sure he’s the one who has hidden away my tarot cards.”

“You kept telling him a grimm was going to get him at breakfast every day. I won’t be surprised if he did hide them.”

Haechan laughed. “I was just kidding, practicing my Harry Potter impersonations.” He smiled wistfully. “Speaking of Yuta hyung, I heard from Renjun who heard from Ten hyung…when are you planning to tell Yuta hyung?”

Winwin spluttered. “Why does everyone keep pressuring me to tell Yuta? First Jaehyun and Ten and now you. How does it even matter? He’ll know when the rest of the boys know.”

“You’re joking, right? He’s going to be devastated when he finds out,” Haechan said.

“Why? I mean, sure, it’s going to take a little getting used to but it’s no big deal.” Winwin shrugged, looking at the floor.

“It’s no big deal? You’re moving dorms. Yuta hyung and you have been roommates since forever. Maybe you’re cold enough to not care about the change but he isn’t like that. He loves you.”

Winwin got up, angrily. “You’ve all got it so wrong. It’s the other way round.” He stomped his foot and walked out of the dorm.

Haechan picked up his phone guiltily and typed a message to Mark. “Remember when you said I shouldn’t interfere in other people’s relationships?”

CanadaBoy: Oh Haechan

Not again

Please tell me it’s not yuwin

DevilHimself: Bingo

Wait, how do you know its yuwin?

Do you know something I don’t?

Mark?

Mark!

Outside the dorm, Winwin took a walk to his favourite park. He sat on a bench and thought about what Haechan had said. Everyone, from the members to the fans, had classified him as some sort of ice prince and Yuta as a pining lover. He scoffed. They didn’t know how far from the truth they were. It was him who was in love with Yuta. He had no idea how it started. At first, he had been grateful to Yuta for immediately taking him under his wing. It was so wonderful to have this sweet, hard-working person take time out for him, help him in everything and by the time they became roommates, Winwin was already a goner.

At first, he had brushed his feelings somewhere deep inside. If he tried very hard, no one would ever know. There was training, fears of failure, a whole new world, and never-ending language problems; for a long while, his feelings were lost in translation. It was Ten and Jaehyun who found out first.

They were all having Doyoung’s birthday dinner in a restaurant and Winwin was talking to Ten and Jaehyun about how it was unfair that Ten was learning Korean so much faster when Winwin was the clever one.

“Who said you’re the clever one? What is your IQ?” Ten asked, laughing.

Jaehyun passed them the plate of barbecue meat. “It’s fruitless to fight about this. I have the highest IQ on our whole team.”

“What is your IQ, smartass?” Winwin asked in disbelief.

The other two were about to respond when they both stopped short. Winwin had, whilst talking, turned over the meat helpings from the plate, fishing for the good ones. This was pretty routine for him but what happened next caught their attention. He had placed the good pieces on Yuta’s plate wordlessly, almost subconsciously.

Ten turned to Jaehyun. “Did you—Did you see what I saw?”

Jaehyun nodded. “It’s definitely time for a washroom break.” He gave them a pointed look.

Winwin frowned and looked to his other side. What had the other two seen? Some gossip?

“Yes,” Ten lowered his voice, “he means secret meeting, fyi.”

Winwin rolled his eyes. “I know, Ten.”

“Just checking. You seem unwell.”

Winwin had no idea what Ten was talking about but the minute they reached the washroom his friends launched themselves at him.

“You like him!”

“You like Yuta hyung!”

Winwin had no idea why his face was heating up. He made a noise. “Pfft. I-I don’t. I mean, what are you two even saying? Let’s go back. I’m hungry.”

“Exactly!” Ten said, excitedly. “You were hungry and you gave your share to Yuta like it was nothing. You were groaning and crying about how you were going to devour everything the second it lands on the table. You don’t even share food with us when you’re hungry.”

“That’s because Yuta hyung is a lovely person unlike you two,” Winwin said, trying his best to squirm out of the situation.

“Oh so Yuta hyung is a lovely person now,” Jaehyun said, eyes twinkling. He turned to Ten. “He totally likes him.”

“When did I say that?”

Ten nodded. “When was the last time Winwin complimented anyone?”

Jaehyun hugged him. “Congratulations. We can all mope together about a 95 liner now.”

Ten cheered. “You’re now truly a part of the golden trio.”

Winwin tried to appear nonchalant still. He was never one to display his emotions openly. Besides, this was something he hadn’t confronted openly even himself. There were so many variables that he had to consider and then there was the question of Yuta himself. He wasn’t going to say anything if Yuta didn’t have any feelings for him. That would be so embarrassing, he thought. So, he squared up his shoulders and hugged his friends back.

“Wow, I have two busybodies for my best friends. Thank you for your concern but I’m hungry. Let’s go back and see if the others have left anything for us. C’mon, kids.”

Jaehyun and Ten exchanged speculative looks but followed him.

Winwin could hear them whispering.

“He totally likes him, right?” Ten said, in a low voice.

“There’s no doubt about it.”

“It was the food-sharing that did it.”

“He’s blushing now, look!”

He ignored their snickering and sat down, looking around for food.

Yuta exchanged their plates silently swapping Winwin’s empty one with his own, listening to Johnny talk animatedly.

“I—You needn’t—Yuta…” He looked at the food, simultaneously bursting with adoration for the man beside him but also acutely aware of his two best friends who were giggling and elbowing each other.

Ten had to ask, of course. “Yuta, what do you think of our Winwinie?”

Yuta turned and suddenly Winwin was totally under Yuta’s intense gaze as the latter studied his face seriously. Then, almost as if the moment had never happened, Yuta smiled at Ten. “He’s a lovely person, don’t you think?”

Maybe he had begun dancing while thinking about old times in his favourite park because the scenery swung around him when he realized his bearings once again. He breathed deeply and took another twirl easily, humming to his favourite dance routine music that always calmed him down.

A flash of silver against the night caught his attention and he stopped.

He could hear his heart thumping as the figure approached him.

“Sicheng-ah, is that you?” the familiar voice called out.

He answered back with a question. “Yuta?”

Yuta walked up to him. “Hey.”

Winwin’s mind was a fuzz. Yuta’s lockscreen change, Yuta and Taeyong in the kitchen, Haechan’s prophecy, the memory, his own feelings, disappointment, surprise and his lovesick heart which had warmed up at the sight of Yuta. “What are you doing here?”

Yuta frowned, biting his lip as he searched for answer. “I came to call you for dinner…?”

“You could have called me.” He wanted to kick himself. It was all coming out wrong.

“I did. You didn’t pick up.”

Winwin fished out his phone from his pocket and realized, sheepishly, that it was on silent. 10 missed calls. 2 from Taeyong, 2 from Jaehyun, 3 from Yuta and 1 from Haechan. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was on silent.” It was past ten. They must have been so worried.

“It’s okay, let’s go,” Yuta said, smiling at him.

They fell in step together, walking home in silence. Winwin had no idea what Yuta was thinking but he hated how calm Yuta looked, how Yuta had smiled at him instead of shouting at him or just doing anything but this. Did Yuta care? How was he supposed to know if he never said anything? He looked at the distance between their hands. Mere centimetres. If he stretched his fingers, he could hold his hand. He wondered how it would feel. He hated how calmly Yuta was looking ahead, oblivious to all that was going through his head. Would Yuta pull away? He moved his fingers in the general direction tentatively.

“Winwin-ah, are you okay?” Yuta asked in a low voice.

If Winwin wanted he could just pretend to not have heard him but he did and the sudden question chased the distance between their hands to its original space. “Yes,” he answered, unsure as to what Yuta was referring to.

“I know I shouldn’t pry but take care of yourself. I know it’s getting busy these days but remember you’re important and you deserve rest too. If it gets too much, I’m here, okay? You can talk to me.” Yuta reached up to Winwin’s head and patted his hair softly.

Winwin shied away. “I’m not a kid anymore. You should stop worrying about me.”

Yuta drew back his hand, looking ahead once again. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like it when people interfere in your business.”

Fuck, Winwin cursed mentally. “Yuta, I—I didn’t mean it that way. I just mean...I…I wish you didn’t think of me as a kid.”

Yuta looked at him and again, Winwin was reminded of how beautiful Yuta’s eyes were. It was as if he was falling into them, as if they were searching for something; he wanted answers too. Yuta must have understood something because he tilted his head to one side. “Winwin, I don’t think of you as a kid.”

They were at the dorm door now but Winwin mustered up all of his courage to ask first, “Then what do you think of me?”

that was an awesome cliffhanger...wasn't it? ;) omg this was a good chapter to write. can't wait for you all to read the next one!

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ps: haechan's prophecies are the best

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