Mafia!au (completed)
lan·guor
/ˈlaNG(ɡ)ər/
The state or feeling, often pleasant, of tiredness or inertia.
'If this languid feeling is because of you, let me feel it down my veins longer.'
#1 on #chenle 23/12/2020
#1 on #nctchenle 23/12/2020
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"Woah," Renjun said sarcastically.
"Is it that worthy of your praise, boss?" Renjun asked Chenle with a mocking tone.
"Jealous?" Chenle said.
He chuckled at Renjun, earning a glare from the boy. Renjun doesn't understand about these kinds of things. He can't judge Xiao Yue's strategy at all. Jisung is better than him in this field.
Different with Chenle, Jeno, Jaemin, and Haechan, they understand how much better Xiao Yue's strategy is.
"Okay, Haechan, make a contact with these people," Chenle said while giving Haechan a list of names.
"Jeno, call 127, and say that we won't be needing help for the stock market."
"Wait, we don't have a strategist," Jeno said.
Chenle looks at Xiao Yue.
"We do now," said Chenle.
"Me?" Xiao Yue asked.
"You did a good job," Jaemin said while patting the girl on the head.
"So, what do i do now?" The girl asked.
"You are our strategist for the stock market."
"Wait, so you are telling me to take such a big part in this project?"
Chenle smirks at the girl while nodding.
"I hope you won't regret it," Renjun said to Chenle.
"Hey, don't be rude like that," Jaemin said to Renjun.
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Renjun and Jisung left the room. Jeno is calling 127 and Haechan is contacting the people on the list. Jaemin is helping Haechan.
"Sit here," Chenle said while pointing the seat beside him.
I walk up to him and settle down beside him. I stare at him.
"What?"
"Your torso is phenomenal," i said.
There she goes. The weird side of me went uncaged.
"What the fuck," Chenle cursed.
He looked at me weirdly before moving his laptop in front of me. I giggled at him. A red tint rose on his ears and cheeks. A compliment must have been a foreign thing for him.
"Why are you blushing?" I teased him.
He coughed.
"Anyway, look at this," Chenle changed the topic.
He showed a stock market graph.
A continuous dropping rate is shown on the graph.
"America is failing," i said.
"Exactly," Chenle said.
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An hour passed. Chenle and i have been taking notes of the graph in the office. The other boys are outside. Doing their own parts for the project.
The room is cold. Colder since Chenle turned the air conditioner a few degrees down. I wonder why he did that.
"Should we take a break?"
I strech my arms.
"Sure."
Chenle takes a sip of his drink. The same drink he drank that time in his room. The drink is clear like a tea but redder than normal. It was steaming hot at first but its completely cold now.
"Why do you like cold room so much?" I asked.
"It numbs my nose."
"You like your nose cold?" I asked.
He scoffs.
"I can't smell any blood if its cold," Chenle said.
"But i don't smell blood anywhere though?"
"Its always here," said Chenle, "Inside my head."
So, it wasn't real.
"I know its not real."
I look at him. His eyes are almost apologetic.
"It helps you forget the smell?"
He nods.
He likes cold room because it numbs his nose, giving a relief for the lingering putrid smell of blood inside his head.
