Firelight | NCT Doyoung

제 28 회 - 판타지 - 제 3 부

제 28 회 - 판타지 - 제 3 부

Love Painting - NU'EST playing..

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—Kim Manorial—

Kim Dongyoung's POV..

I successfully got inside the house, I quietly closed the door. And walked inside the living room. There I saw everyone huddled up, hmm? What's up here?

“What's the commotion?” I asked everyone, who were busy reading something.. Email or message? When everyone noticed my presence, they quickly looked at me. “Uhm.. It's nothing, don't worry about it.” Yoojin stood up in front of me, on cue as she hid a parchment behind her. “Hmm? Yoojin give it.” I rold her seriously, extending my hand in front of her. She shakily showed me the parchment, and unsteadily handed it to me. “It's not like it'll kill me.” I told her, as I untied the string enclosing the somehow letter. When my eyes had finally set on the first words of the paper, my eyes had enlarged in great shock, fear and anger.

“You didn't even tell me!? So I could confirm this!?”

I bursted in anger, no! Why!? Tell her to go away! She's bothered my life enough! “Eomma! Do something!” I raised my voice at her; this is bad news! “Doyoung, there's nothing I can do. She won't listen to me, you know your sister.” Eomma answered me frankly, looking really worried.

*ding*dong*

“Who visits at this time of night?” Yoojin asked, as she glanced at the main entrance. “I'm going to get it.” Jisoo told us, as she walked to the door to open it. And when she did, the lighting boomed, as the unknown visitor was revealed. My eyes enlarged, no..

“Hello, everyone. How's your night?”

“Taeyeon noona..”

My mouth was hung open, all in shock. “Thank you for opening the door, Jisoo. The rain is strong.” Taeyeon noona smiled at Jisoo, who gladly smiled back. I took in a deep breath, and glared at her. “Doyoung, how are you?” Ya' think? Get lost! “Fine, until you came along. What're you doing here?” I glared at her so hard, that I already wished I had laser eyes, so I can incinerate her by just one stare. “Hmm? Is that one way of greeting your sister?” Taeyeon noona asked me, taking four steps closer. “My sister died long ago, who are you?” I know she's planning something. 

“Alright, that's your perspective. Eomma, Yoojin, and Donghyun. It's nice to see you all again.” She walked passed me, bumping my shoulder. I glanced at Jisoo, she looked at me with blank eyes.

Ugh, not now.

“Doyou—”

I ignored her again, and went straight to my room.

I don't talk to peasants.

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Kim Jisoo's POV..

Doyoung-ah..