Foolish | nct

- 1.1

A/N: a quick warning before you start reading, I'm from England so I'll be using the English schooling system and vocabulary- I apologise in advance to anyone who doesn't understand it.

"But why mum..." Sunhee groaned, hurrying after her mother as she struggled to take the box of her belongings to the car. The woman rolled her eyes. "You know why; I obviously can't trust you to live here by yourself while your father and I are out on business trips." She stated with a scoff, nudging the front door open with her elbow.

"But Lisa and I haven't spoken since primary-" Sunhee complained, only to be interrupted "No buts young lady, you're moving in with her so you don't accidentally put the remaining cat in the washing machine." She stopped, before turning to face Sunhee, her fingers almost slipping from under the box.

"It's not my fault the damn thing looked like my carpet." Sunhee rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, only to revive a flick to the forehead. "Don't speak ill of the dead." Her mother scolded. She soon regretted using violence to scold her daughter as the box she had been struggling to hold spilled out onto the floor, Sunhee's belongings now being doused with mud.

"If you were struggling that much you should've asked for my help, Mrs Lee." Doyoung scolded, shutting the car door behind him. "I just thought that madam here would offer a hand." She sighed in response. Sunhee rolled her eyes and crouched down, attempting to salvage all the shoes she could from the puddle.

"Nooo Jinyoung!" Sunhee gasped, fishing a muddy piece of folded paper out of the puddle. It was her signed poster of Park Jinyoung from Got7; her most prized possession.

"Why do you still need his autograph when you can have mine instead." Doyoung chuckled, peering over her shoulder. "Fuck off, bunny boy." Sunhee practically hissed, trying her best to wipe as much mud off as she could. Doyoung placed a hand over his heart and wore a hurt expression.

"You should be calling me oppa, not bunny boy." He nagged with a sigh, Sunhee responding with a gagging noise. "Imagine if Taeyong found out how you were treating me." Doyoung clutched the bridge of his nose.

Sunhee rolled her eyes, before standing back up, brushing some dirt off her jeans. "Bet." She scoffed, not bothering to make eye contact. She knew he wouldn't tattle on her, they had been through this many times before.

"Lee Sunhee, don't speak to Doyoung like that!" Her mother scolded, slamming the boot of Doyoung's car.
"It's fine Mrs Lee, I shouldn't have teased her." He chuckled to himself, getting up and rubbing the nape of his neck. "Sunny's going through a lot." He ruffled the girl's long ebony hair with a smile, causing her to stick her tongue out.

Nowadays Sunhee saw Doyoung more than she saw Taeyong due to the fact he was always busy. But it's not like she could complain, Doyoung had always been like a brother to her- an annoying, overbearing one but he cared nonetheless. Taeyong was over in New York, pursuing his dreams of becoming a music producer and Sunhee was happy for him.

"Please stop crying." Sunhee told her mother, who was letting out small sniffles as she watched her daughter get into the passenger seat of Doyoung's car. "You're the one who wanted me to move out, not my problem." She shrugged, causing her mother's sniffles to turn into full-on sobbing. "Daft woman." Sunhee muttered under her breath. Doyoung elbowed her side, Sunhee realised that she should probably take the hint and shut up.

She shut the car door and buckled the seatbelt, biting her lip as she struggled to pull it. "Move, stick arms." Doyoung scoffed, leaning over and doing her seatbelt for her.

"Thanks, bunny boy." He gave her a glare and Sunhee cringed, making gagging noises. "I mean o🅱️🅰️r!" She said in a sickly-sweet tone, regret hitting her like a bus. "You didn't have to say it like that, Sunny."

He turned his key and the engine cane to life with a growl, the radio turning on along with it. And with that, they set off.