❝ Fuck off. ❞
He's the type of man she despised.
It all started when a girl, whose paranormal disability was killing people with her smile, fell in love with the playboy who wanted to bring her deadly smile back.
━━ ❍ soulmate , paranormal au
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' Damn you, Park Jongseong. ' , she cursed in mind since this jerk's dare having the audacity to think about other stuffs when his own grandpa passed away.
Mijin sighed heavily before licking her lips since she for sure was never gonna rethink some hasty decision after she had made up her mind once.
❝ Sad to disappoint you, but I don't withdraw my words easily. ❞
When will Jay ever be able to win over this strong woman? He didn't even get the chance to make her baffled with the thought of him and only him.
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Looking at her messed up closet with various colours unlike her explainable face which barely filter the way she truly feels, the younger remained paused as she dried her drenched hair with the towel in her hand.
Suddenly, a buzz on the table just had to continuously disturb as Mijin sighed whilst shaking her head.
❝ Yah, where on earth are you?! Hello? You're supposed to be at the arcade since half an hour ago. ❞ Park Jisung's annoying ass just had to nag meanwhile Mijin scoffed at her lame best friend.
❝ Dude, chill the fluff down. And it's still half an hour before the arcade really opens, bruh . ❞ What in the seven seas stepped onto the hamster's tail that he's that energetic for their so-called hangout?
Mijin felt like Jisung's burning her eardrums from his loud-ass voice from the other side of the phone. ❝ You do know that I'm bringing Taehyun over, right? ❞ The said girl nervously faked some coughs since her reckless self forgot to note in mind about that.
❝ Taehyun? Who's that? ❞ The stranger's name was very much unaware to Mijin since she's not quite notable.
❝ Seriously? .................................... ❞ Jisung just spammed her with his deep voice whilst explaining in detail as Mijin was keeping herself busy with choosing clothes to wear.
Until her gaze fully focused on a pile of black pitched clothing she had stored inside the cupboard. Came to think of it, she's rather of a black lover than a colourful soul.
But it wasn't her mind which attentively drifted to that part.
❝ Can you make it to the funeral? ❞
Why did Jongseong's words have to replay in her ears at the exact moment?
❝ Hello? Na Mijin? Are you even listening right now? ❞
