Nemesis ° NCT

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"Sooo, do you think you can do it?"

"Are you seriously asking me to do such a menial task?" Doyoung replied, feigning hurt in his tone. "I'm appalled, John."

"Well, glad to know that you have confidence," the older returned with a quick smile. "Send it to Taeyong as soon as you're finished with it," he added, before walking out of Doyoung's office.

Said boy rolled his eyes as he returned to his computer monitor, and mumbled under his breath: "Like I never do."

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I held my breath, fearing the worst. I could smell the fear from under Minhee's bed as well, and screwed my lids tight.

The footsteps started again, but they seemed to be going towards Seulgi's room. I dared to let an exhale from my lips escape.
But that short-lived relief escaped as soon as it came because the footsteps got louder again, and sounded to be much nearer.

"I'm not going to hurt you," an unfamiliar male voice said. He sounded posh and snooty; why on earth did he break into our house then?

Please please please let Seulgi arrive with the police soon, I prayed internally as the door creaked open. I heard Minhee squeak, but that could've been my brain playing tricks on me.
As long as the burglar didn't come any closer, we'd be perfectly obscured and safe.

Right?

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"Ryujin, why didn't you tell me that we were out of milk?" I rolled my eyes, holding an empty carton in the fridge.

"Oops," she apologised, but she didn't sound sincere. In fact, she didn't even peel her eyes off her game.

"Ugh, I'll get some more then," I grumbled to myself, while throwing the empty carton into the recycling box. I went to my room and pulled on a jacket, socks and scraped my hair into a ponytail before calling out to the house: "I'm getting groceries!"

I hate being the youngest, I scowled, shoving my hands into my pockets and trudging downstairs to the lobby.

"Where are you going at this time of day, Chaeryeong?" Wooseok asked me from behind the desk, a mischievous grin tugging on his lips.

"Out."

"No shit," he shook his head, sitting up. "Like, where out?"

"None of your business," I said, fixing my hair as I stepped out of the lobby.

"You can keep your dirty secrets!" I heard him call out to me as I left the complex. I drew a breath before pulling up my hood and walking to the nearest supermarket.

There weren't many people around on this early, Tuesday morning - except for a few mums with toddlers and one druggie chilling by the freezers - so I grabbed a basket and practically slid whatever we needed off the shelves.

"Would you like a bag?" The cashier asked me, as I piled up two baskets' worth of groceries.

I rolled my eyes, but replied nonetheless. "Yeah. Can I have a reciept as well, please?"

After paying with my card - well, Jisu's card - I scooped up the three bags and strolled out of the supermarket, feeling a bit more relaxed.
It was only when I rounded the corner, my heart stopped and I almost sent all three bags crashing on the ground.