In a world scattered with secret teenagers possessing supernatural powers, Park Yuri and Kim Taehyung have been enemies for as long as they can remember, being trapped in the mutuality of Yuri's older brother Jimin, who has also been Taehyung's best...
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Her entire life, she's had the same constant fear that was so pathetically poignant, it made her who she was today. She hated being weak and it was obvious in the way she carried herself. Attempting on keeping her composure when her heart ached, standing up for herself, and so on.
But that wasn't one of her main problems. It was the control of her powers. Flashes in her unconscious mind of the exam simulation coursed through her mind and all she could see was fire, wood, Jimin, and Taehyung. Those four things let her know exactly where she traveled to. The simulation brought out fears, and she never thought that treehouse incident would be one of them.
She thought about it and it wasn't the incident itself that she feared so much. It was the fact that she couldn't control herself. It's clashing for your fear to be lack of control while being tested on your control.
You would expect for the girl to wake up in a cold sweat, wondering where she was, how she got there, what happened to her, and so on. But even she's surprised when she's awoken from her mysterious slumber by the sound of a simple door shutting before she's softly fluttering her eyes open. She hears feet shuffling on the polished floor before the bed dents, a tired sigh escaping the mystery person's lips as they sprawl at the end of the bed she lied on.
It was clear she had just woken up. Her blurry eyes make out the unknown room to be dark, the light of the big moon shining through the windows and onto the polished floor. She felt no headache, no pain, and no feeling. It only intensified the question of what the hell happened to her.
She had a rush of curiosity wash over her and she wondered where she was. She didn't fight the urge to sit up at all. It was a bit difficult, given she had just woken, but she eventually sits up on the tough bed with a weak sigh.
She rubbed her eyes to make her vision less blurry, keeping her knees at her chest as she yawned. She makes out a figure laying across the end of the bed, hands on their stomach as they faced the ceiling. She glanced around the room to notice she was in the infirmary, but there was no one else in sight. It was just them two.
Her eyes adjust to the darkness, really allowing her to figure out who this person was. His eyes were shut and his hair was slightly disheveled. His lips were slightly pouted and he had evident eye bags.
She leaned forward against her knees a bit, lightly poking his bicep with her finger. Was he sleeping?
"Taehyung." She whispered, her voice coming out more hoarse than she anticipated.
His eyes shot open before he springs to sit up. He looked over at her with wide eyes before scooting closer to her. "You're awake." He rasped, bringing his hand to her hands lying on the surface of her knees.
She nods her head, staring into his worried eyes. "What happened?"
"You don't remember, do you?" He questioned. She just shakes her head. He bit his lip, eyes scanning her face. Her eyes were tired and her lips were a bit dry. Her cheeks were pink, which he was grateful for because he'd much rather have that than to have her face be drained of color. A bit of her hair was messily falling in front of her face, and he just couldn't fight the urge to do something about it.
