Chapter 7

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"Xhemile, is that you?", you almost yell so it is audible in the entire apartment.

Yet, you get no reply.

You think about the situation for a few seconds and then slowly get out of bed. You tiptoe to the door and then remember that you locked it last night. You get the key and unlock your room door.

At the moment you open the door, the smell intensifies. You think about what smell that is and you conclude that it must be some kind of food, but not sure what. You assume, that the smell must come from the kitchen and so you keep on sneaking towards there, bare-footed.

You stand next to the opened kitchen door now and you carefully look inside, checking if you could see something or someone. As you couldn't see anything suspicious, you fully walk into the kitchen and quickly spot something on the table.

"Pancakes?", you mumble to yourself. Did Xhemile leave them here for you? You walk towards the table and remember that she already left for work at 5:30. You hold your palm close to the pancakes. "It's still hot..."

How can they still be hot if your friend already left 90 minutes ago. Furthermore, she usually doesn't do that in general. You take the silverware that's neatly placed next to the plate and decide to taste it.

In the first second you chew on it, realization hit you like a truck.

These can only be the pancakes of one certain person. You would never forget the unique and delicious taste of his pancakes, because you literally ate them everyday. "But wait, if these are his and they are still hot-"

You instantly grab the nearest pan as defence and start to slowly check if someone else is in this apartment. You first look around the kitchen and the living room, not leaving out a single inch. After that, you check your only bathroom in the apartment and it is also empty.

Lastly, there are the bedrooms. You first go into yours. After finding out it's empty you approach Xhemile's bedroom. You open the door slowly and look around the room. You actually don't want to invade her privacy, but you really need to check that.

After finding every room empty, you bring the pan back into the kitchen and throw away the pancakes and suddenly realize how late it already is. "Fuck, I have to go to work!"

You get ready as fast as you can and then notice that you probably have to run to work in order to arrive in time.

(time skip)

Nothing really happened today during work, except that you felt like you are being watched the entire time. You are now on your way home and almost arrived at the apartment building.

As you open the front door, you sigh out loudly due to all the stress and nervousness recently. You get into the apartment and think about a way to relax for a bit. You walk into your bedroom and remember something.

You still have the EXO album you bought back in Seoul with a certain credit card. As you escaped, you took the album with you. You almost completely forgot about it and now figure that you should listen to it.

You find the album and grab it, slightly smiling because of the pleasant anticipation of finally listenting to the tracks.

You open the case and suddenly spot something that definetely shouldn't be in there.

"Is that...?"

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A/N: Hehe, I'm having a lot of fun playing mindgames with my readers.

Btw, this chapter is quite short and boring. Sorry about that. But I'm back home now and I can probably update daily again. Love y'all.

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