forgotten outcasts » nct dream BOOK 2 [ ✔ ]

"i'm kind of..naked" - 11

She stepped out of the shower and quickly grabbed a nearby towel to wrap herself with. Walking over to the sink, she rested her palms on it as she stared at herself in the mirror.

She breathed in and looked at the object that was in front of the mirror. A fucking red lipstick.

Okay, it's like it's out to get me. Miseo sighed as she looked down at the sink below the mirror, and turned the faucet on, to splash her face with water to drain her mind from any weird thoughts.

When she looked up at the mirror again, she saw a familiar figure standing behind her. She immediately turned around to face the figure.

"What're you doing here?" She questioned, staring at none other than Sunae.

"I should be asking you the same question." Sunae replied, a smirk playing on her lips. "You guys should've been dead."

"And why is that?" Miseo raised an eyebrow.

"I made sure there was no living soul out there. How'd you guys survive all this time? And how have you stayed so young?" Sunae looked at Miseo up and down.

"You don't need to know our business." Miseo shot back, earning a blank glare from Sunae.

"Actually, I do if you're going to be staying here." Sunae replied sharply with a shrug.

"Can't you just pretend nothing happened in the past? We just want to stay here until the end of the android apocalypse? Then we'll leave you in peace."

"I'm afraid the android apocalypse won't end for a very long time. So, that little plan you guys had in mind, isn't going to work." Sunae teasingly apologized.

"And it's not like I didn't want you guys here," she added. "I just don't want to put my people in danger, having monsters like you roam the place."

"I get it, you don't have to keep reminding us of who we are." Miseo tried to fight the urge to roll her eyes.

"You like it here, don't you? Because no one knows who, or should I say, what you guys are. It's like you can be a whole new person here, right?"

"Right, whatever. Just please go away, I'm kind of...naked..." Miseo pointed to the towel that wrapped her head body. "And how'd you even get here anyway? I locked that door, and when I got out of the shower earlier, you weren't there."

Sunae twisted her lips, as she sent a sharp glare at Miseo in defeat.

"I have a little secret of my own as well. But, like you said, you don't need to know my business." Wait, secret?

Woah, I'm like really close to finding out this secret that could ruin her...should I keep pushing her? Yes.

"But, sorry to break it to you, but I didn't exactly come here for a little chat," Sunae narrowed her eyes at Miseo, with a faint sympathetic look.

"What do you mean?" Miseo questioned, tilting her head slightly. Sunae smirked.

Then, from the mirror behind Miseo, hands came out reaching out for her. Soon, getting a hold of her and pulling her against it, so she couldn't escape.

"I came to get you back." Sunae simply replied.

"What?"

"I guess I might as well tell you my secret." Sunae shrugged as she raised her hand up, showing black sorcery coming from it. "You see, your doctor gave me these special powers– a little different from yours."

"You fucking hypocrite!" Miseo wanted so badly to strangle this girl, but the hands held her back firmly.

"I said it's a little different from yours, so stop pointing fingers you brat." Miseo pouted, as she slumped back, ready to hear what else this bitch had to say.