Nemesis ° NCT

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two months later

"What do you want, Minji?" my older sister, Seulgi, entered my room after knocking.

"Uhm...pizza, I guess?" I told her, spinning my desk chair to face her. "What is Minhee getting?"

"We're both getting fried dumplings," she replied, while licking her lips and closing her eyes as if she could taste the dumplings right there.

"You better give me some," I told her.

"Hahahahah. You're so funny," she replied, before closing the door and retreating to her room.

I sighed, and went back to studying. Ugh, I'm gonna fail this semester. And next year's. And the year after that. I think I'm probably going to fail life, while I'm at it.

I face-palmed into my opened textbook, and groaned.

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"You were supposed to kill him, Chenle. It's not that hard," Taeyong hissed as we sped away in the van.

"I told you, I'm sorry!" I countered, throwing my hands into the air.
Ever since he realised I let Changbin flee to safety, he's been up my ass since.

"Sorry?" he scoffed. "Oh you'll be sorry—"

But before he could wrap his slender fingers around my neck, Doyoung lunged forward with his eyebrows knitted together.

"Nu-uh," he snarled. "You do not get to touch Chenle, not under my watch."

Taeyong glared at Doyoung, and then me, and then huffed and pulled back. "Watch your back," he mouthed to me, after Doyoung had returned to his computer screen.
I gulped.

The van halted abruptly, causing us to hurl forward.

"What the fu—" Taeyong was about to curse when Doyoung lunged forward and clammed his mouth shut.

"What happened Taeil?"

"M-mark...he's on the side of the road and—badly hurt." I widened my eyes, as did the rest of us, and a few of the guys scrambled out the back to rescue Mark.
He was brought in Yuta's arms, with a smeared, bloody face, a bust lip...and a crimson waterfall gushing from his side.

"We need a hospital!" Haechan cried.

"Nonsense," Taeyong whispered. "We have our Kun."

But I'd rather not have the view of blood dripping from someone's insides while smelling up the whole vehicle.

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The grease hugged my lips, as I brought another slice of the Italian goodness to my mouth.

"Ew," Minhee scrunched his nose as he daintily scooped up his dumplings one by one and placed them in his mouth.

I just stuck my tongue out, but that got me a poke from Seulgi. "For once he's right," she agreed. "You have no table manners, Minji."

"Why do you always take his side?" I asked her.

"Uhm...maybe because I'm more smarter than you? Prettier than you? Cleaner than you?"

"Touché," I responded, leaning back into the couch and sighing in bliss. "I'm stuffed."

"You literally ate both pizzas—what?" Minhee gaped, his face mimicking this: '0-o'.

"Honestly Minji," Seulgi shook her head. "You know what Mum would say to you right now?"

I chuckled, but there was no life to it.
Nothing to do with our mother had life to it anymore.

"Alright, alright...I'm going," I lifted my hands into the air and stretched, before grabbing the cardboard boxes and clearing them away.

Pregnancy test

My eyes widened as they scanned a white slip of paper in the bin.

"Uh...you good, Minji?" Minhee suddenly spoke, making me jump.

I faced my brother and nodded, a moment too late. "Yeah! Yes...I'm doing, great!"

"O-kay..." he raised his brow and then walked over to the sink to clean his plate.

I escaped the kitchen and once I was sure I made it safely to my room, I exhaled. Who was pregnant?

Was it...Seulgi??

i was so tempted to
write y/n asdjkifjfjdk

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