☆ best friends!nct dream are cowards and beg you to get rid of a bug in their bathroom. only, the situation you are greeted with is not exactly what you were expecting.
no pairing, dream are your best friends, humour, university!au
800 words
swearing and mentions of a knife
a/n: i can’t add a read more, i’m so sorry but it messes up the photos and makes the post even longer @ncteology@nct-writers
Rolling your eyes at Donghyuck’s unironic use of the emoji, you quickly typed off your response as you shuffled on your shoes. Making sure you had your house keys as well as a light coat, you headed out the door and grinned as Hyuck sent you back a vulgar image of him pulling the middle finger.
Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you started the short walk through the neighbourhood to your best friends’ dorm. You’d known Jeno for a couple of years after you met at a casual exercise group during high school, and he’d introduced you to his other friends, who in turn quickly became people who meant a lot to you. It wasn’t unusual at all for you to be hanging around at Dream’s dorm, watching movies together or helping Jeno attempt to cook for the rest of the boys. It was slightly surprising that they had begged you to come around to catch a bug for them, but unfortunately your house had an ant infestation a couple of years ago and you’d become a pro at the catching and disposal of six legged fiends.
In just under ten minutes you’d arrived at the boys’ dorm, and you mentally reminded yourself to make sure they bought you lunch for going out of your way and doing this for them. They should consider themselves lucky today was your free day from university. When you reached their door, you raised your hand to the wood and knocked once. The single thump resounded through the hallway and you had to hold in a laugh - the knock was short and sharp, but the boys knew if they heard that knock it was you at the door, and vice versa.
“Come in, Y/N,” replied a muffled voice - you couldn’t quite recognise who it was because their voice was low and shaky.
You opened the door and stepped through, expecting to be bombarded by Jisung or even Chenle directing you towards the spider, but the apartment was silent. As you walked through the house, you poked your head into the kitchen and the living room, anticipating the boys, but they were both empty. Strange, considering they’d asked you to come here to help them.
“Hello?” You called out, pausing in the lounge. You were just starting to suspect you were the victim of a random practical joke. You wouldn’t be surprised if Donghyuck and Renjun were the masterminds behind the plan.
“Y/N, I’m in the bathroom,” came the quiet reply from down the hallway. Your eyes widened in surprise as you realised you weren’t actually alone in the apartment at all, and you finally recognised that the voice belonged to your youngest friend.
“Jisung, what’s going on?” You asked as you made your way to where you knew the bathroom was, almost tripping over your feet in your attempt to come to a halting stop.
Crouched in the bathroom doorway, with his back facing you and his gaze locked on a spot you couldn’t quite locate further in the bathroom, was Jisung. When he heard your voice, Jisung managed to turn his face halfway, always keeping an eye on the spot near the sink. You started to take a step towards your friend when you noticed a glint of light coming from the object clutched tightly in his hands, and your mouth fell open as your eyebrows furrowed when you realised what he was holding.
Shaking your head, you put your phone down and went to the kitchen to find a glass and a piece of paper. Stepping past Jisung carefully, you spotted the spider lurking near the mirror above the sink and, fast as lightning, placed the cup over the insect. You slowly slid the paper under the cup and, once the spider was securely in it’s prison with no points of escape, you dumped it in the toilet and flushed the poor thing away.
The sound of the toilet seemed to snap Jisung out of his trance, and he dropped the knife with a loud clatter to the floor. He let out a loud breath of air, and a few seconds later the colour seemed to return to his face. “God, Y/N, you’re a lifesaver.”
Chuckling at his relief, you reached down and hauled Jisung off the floor, flashing him a smile as he stretched his long limbs, stiff from sitting on the ground for so long. “I’m a lifesaver, sure, and I also got the boys to buy us lunch every day for the next week,” you winked.
“It’s what they deserve,” Jisung agreed, “that’s their punishment for leaving me, the most chicken out of all of them, alone with that devil insect.”
Jisung grimaced, as if reliving the traumatising experience of watching the spider, and you smiled to yourself. There really was never a dull day when NCT Dream were around.
