Running 2 U | Nct 2018: Book One

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"It's my fault. I shouldn't have dragged Renjun with me." I mumbled to myself over and over again, tears still flowing. I was sitting on a couch in the main living room, the television was on, but I can't make out the sounds as my mind was blank.

When we arrived in the unit, Taeyong hurriedly carry Renjun to where Doyoung's clinic was. He didn't seem to join the fight cause he wasn't in the mood.

It has been an hour ever since Renjun was stabbed and I feel awful. My hair was messy, my uniform still torn and my eyes.. I can't recognize them anymore. They were different, darker.. lifeless.

I can't process the fact Renjun got hurt.. because of me. If only I was stronger and braver-- then I would have stopped that creepy man's intentions of.. harassing me.

"You did well, don't worry about it." An unfamiliar voice joined in. He sat beside me and I scoot away a little.

I look up to see a guy with brown hair, smiling at me. His smile is beautiful.. it was a healing smile. He was holding out a glass of milk on his other hand and giving it to me.

"I'm Yuta, by the way!" He introduces, laughing a bit. I find his laugh.. heart warming.

"Hi.. I'm Park Yoon Rue." I awkwardly bowed, wiping the tears away as I gave him a smile, taking the glass from him.

"You're Jisung's sister, am I right?"

"That's me alright.." I chuckled, looking down at the milk. He noticed that I wasn't really in the mood to be conversing right now, but still did his best to lighten the mood up.

"Hey.. don't look down. It's not your fault. Besides that, Renjun wouldn't like to see you crying when he wakes up!" He grins, pulling me into a small hug. I gasped a bit, but returned the hug.. awkwardly.

"So uh.. this is unit..?" I trailed off, pulling away.. not really sure what unit we're in.

"Unit 127 and dream." He said with a smile, while scrolling through his phone. I nodded and took a sip from the milk he gave me.

"Hey, look at this~" he scoots closer to me and brought his phone to my face. My eyes sparkled at the sight of Sicheng posing for the camera with a peace sign.

"You met him right?" Yuta asked, grinning.

"Yup. I met him in unit U last week.." I replied, finishing the glass of milk. And now, that's refreshing.

"Damn, how did ya'll even met? Why am I missing so much.." he pouted, wiping away fake tears as he faked sobbed. Well, now that's extra--

I explained the situation and his face fell.

"Well, uh.. sorry for asking.." He scratched the back of his neck, looking back at his phone. After a few minutes, a guy came in with folders.

He didn't seem to notice me and I can't help, but feel awkward again.

"Yuta, have you seen the milk--" A guy with coffee colored hair walk in with a small frown.

"Uh.. why do you ask, Taeil?" Yuta spoke nervously, nudging me. I gave him a 'yuta... are you hiding something from me?' Look. His smile twitched.

So this guy right here is Taeil?

"Yuta--" Taeil stops when he noticed me fidgeting on the couch.

"Oh-- are you perhaps.. Park Yoon Rue?" Taeil asked with a warm smile. I nodded with a smile and look down at the glass of now empty milk. Ah shit..

"She's the one Mark has been talking about lately?!" Another guy crashes into the room with a grin, stumbling onto the floor in a hurry.

What does he mean by Mark talking about me? And with that, a small blush crept its way up to my cheeks, feeling myself flush in red.