chapter twenty-five

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"Should we leave?"

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"Should we leave?"

Incoming call...

Yuna looked down at her phone, reading the words across the screen carefully before taping on the large green circle in the right corner.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I just finished my mission. I'm about to get back to my hideout and pack so I can leave tomorrow afternoon."

Yuna's eyes widened, "your missions already over? It was supposed to last nearly a year. It's only been like three months."

Chaeyoung sighed, "yeah well looks like we aren't the only ones that were after him. Saw some other guys start following him around so I took him out early before the dude could take my shot. He was gonna die anyway so there's no point in wasting my time and resources."

Yuna looked up at everyone else staring down. "Chaeyoung completed her mission. She's coming back tomorrow."

"Tell her to have her report-"
"Already typed and ready to hand over."

"She's already got it done," Yuna confirmed, standing back up. She leaned down slightly, fixing her pants before returning to her seat.

"So what are we going to tell her? She thinks Chaeyoung is still in America studying abroad for college," Jisoo asked without talking to anyone specific.

"Let's just tell her I switched schools or something since your school has better programs than the one I'm at."

"I'm gonna cry

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"I'm gonna cry."

Eunjin smiled softly, approaching her coworker and softly putting her hands on her shoulder, "why? It's finally the end of our shifts, you can finally rest."

Her coworker shook her head slowly, holding her stomach with her left arm while the other covered her newly bitten lips. "We can't go out there, some of them are still here."

"Who's still here?" Eunjin asked, taking a step back as she stared at the kitchen door that spectated them from the rest of the restaurant.

Her coworker finally pulled away her hand, "NCT."

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