Bitch boys | NCT Mafia AU

Bandaid; (CH8)

You were pacing around your room, the words 'informed to the police for juvenile time' rang through your head.

You felt a burdening weight of guilt.

You heard your door bell ring, which was odd since you had told Yuta that you'd be ready in an hour.

Your brother was out with his friends drinking, he said he'd be back at 11 and gave you a whole long lecture on not doing anything bad.

You went down, opened the door, only to see Taeyong standing there awkwardly.

"Taeyong?" You blurted out, looking confused.

He smiled.

"Uh... Yuta said there was a party going on, he wanted me to pick you up" Taeyong scratched the back of his head, "can I come in? Or is your brother here?"

"Oh no, come in, my brother's out" you smiled.

You looked at his outfit. He (obviously) looked really fucking good, he made denim look designer. Contrasting to how you looked, still in your school uniform.

A laugh escaped your lips as your eyes caught sight of vibrant, pink, hello kitty bandaid.

He followed where your eyes were looking at and started blushing at the realisation that you just laughed at the bandaid on his cheeks.

His hand flew to his cheek, covering his cheek, looking down as his face slowly turned crimson.

"Do I really look that bad?" He mumbled, looking ashamed.

You laughed again, your initial first impression of him being an intimidating, scary, kidnapper has proven to show no absolute sign of accuracy.

'He is kind of cute' you thought.

He gave out a small unconscious pout which made your heart burn.

"Okay fine I'll go, Yuta can pick you up-" he turned around.

You gripped onto his jacket, tugging on it.

"I wasn't laughing at you- well I was... But not in the way that you think" you spoke softly.

He turned around looking a little upset.

"Then in what way were you laughing at me in?" He questioned.

You laughed again, he was so cute.

"It's too embarrassing to say" you muttered, your hand still holding onto his jacket.

He rolled his eyes.

"So... You think I look bad? Goddamit Johnny" he guessed, whispering the last part.

"Oh you know Johnny-"

"I look bad don't I? I'll just be back in an hour-"

"Taeyong you do look really good, I was laughing because you are... Adorable" you panicked at first, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

"Oh" he blurted out loudly, a smile unconsciously landing on his lips, "that's a compliment right?"

"Just sit down and wait for me" you instructed, ignoring his question.

You went back into your room and shut the door, panicking a bit. You felt a need to somehow impress Taeyong or somehow be on the same level/range of fashionable he was, but that would be challenging since the clothes in your closet consisted mostly of jumpers.

You frantically slammed your closet doors open, scanning through your clothes for anything new, washed and somewhat stylish.

You then managed to squeeze into a dress that you stole from one of Yesung's exes, putting on black boots.