Long Flight | NCT Taeyong

Chapter 15

Chaemin's POV

After my parents leave, I take out my phone and flop down on my bed. Ah, I can finally lay down and relax after that flight.

I scroll through some random stuff on my phone for a while, and then realize something - I haven't texted Eunhae since I got here!

Immediately, I open the texting app and start telling her all about the drama.

Me
oh my god eunhae i finally got to korea!

Bestie
OMG! u sound excited ^-^

Me
ur not gonna believe who i saw on the plane

Bestie
does this person have something to do with ur energy

Me
ur gonna be jello

Bestie
as if
but like who is it

Me
taeyong

Bestie
bruh
why u lying
why u always lying

Me
but im not lying 😔

Bestie
whatever u say 🙄

Me
i have proof
look

~picture of signed Polaroid photo~

Bestie
are u sure tho that could be fake 🤔

Me
yes i wouldnt lie to u eunhae

Bestie
OMG WAIT U MET TY

Me
u literally didnt believe me a few seconds ago

Bestie
well im sorry
but like LUCKY DUCKY
how was he
was he nice
was he cool
did he like u
is he just as chill irl
oh my goodness what did u do to deserve this encounter
pls tell me all about it
if ur ignoring me right now
imma come steal ur polaroid
i would die to own that thing
but like im glad ur my best friend
now my best friend knows taeyong personally
pls answer my questions 🥺

Me
yes hes very cool irl
and he probably forgot about me already 😔

Bestie
no need to be so pessimistic

Me
welp im just saying what i think 🤷

Bestie
alright then
did u unpack ur luggage
can i see ur room

Me
i wanna sleep firsttttt

Bestie
NO DONT U DARE

Me
night

Bestie
DONT U DARE
get back here rn
u didnt even tell me about meeting taeyong
u cant just meet my ult and not tell me about him 😭
well yea hes ur ult too but like
excuse me young lady
dont be so rude
get back here 😡
can i call u
im gonna call u

A second later, my phone starts ringing. Is Eunhae seriously calling me? I decline the call and text her that I have to go to bed. Which isn't a lie.

After laying in bed for a while, I decide that I don't feel like sleeping anymore. I head into the kitchen to see if there's anything to eat.

On the counter, there's a note from my parents, saying they went to the grocery store to get some food, and that I can eat anything in the kitchen. They just might regret their decision.

I start opening all of the cabinets, trying to find the one with all the snacks in them. When I finally find it, I sigh. My parents are so boring. They literally have no good snacks.

Luckily, I still have my backpack to rely on. Grabbing a pack of dried sweet potato from the cabinet - the only thing close to a snack - I take my backpack from the couch and head back to my room.

After my snack time, I survey my room, looking at all of the empty walls and shelves. My hands are itching to do something about this boring room, and I know exactly what I'm going to do.

Without hesitating, I run over to my suitcase and unzip it, then take out all of my albums and arrange them on my bed. Grabbing a roll of tape from my desk, I take out my first poster - an NCT one. I tape it just above my bed, since this is my favorite one.

I go through the rest of my NCT albums, finding all of the posters and taping them on the walls to the right and left of my headboard. Perfect. I step back to admire my work.

However, one wall of posters probably isn't enough, and there aren't even that many on the wall. I need to cover the rest of my walls in posters.

Tirelessly, I begin to take out posters from all of my other albums, carefully taping them on all of my walls. This is much more fun than sleeping.

After about half an hour, I finally step back to admire my work. My walls are now adorned with all kinds of posters from a variety of different groups - NCT, SuperM, and some other stray groups out there. I spend my money on things that make me happy, okay?

Still, my shelves are missing liveliness. I grab all of my albums from my bed and stand them up on my shelves, one by one, in an artistic manner.

Now my room finally feels like home. My favorite saying is, "Home is where the Kpop is." (A/n: dont judge my strange imagination 🤡)

I fall back onto my bed, content at last.

The last thing I manage to mumble before my eyelids shut completely is, "Wow, I just met Lee Taeyong."

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Can I have some of your albums, Chaemin? I'm broke 😭.

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