But Why? | K•S•J | HIATUS

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Getting out of bed, you sigh. You slowly take off your nightwear to get into the shower, in preparation for your shower you simultaneously take out the slightly loose bun you had put your hair into the night before whilst getting ready for bed.

Before going into the shower you pick up your toothbrush, apply some toothpaste onto it and run it over water. You start to brush your teeth almost admiring yourself in the mirror.

"What would Chanel do without me?"

You were rich, excessively beautiful too, but you weren't stuck up and you weren't the nicest person either, you'd say, you're 50-50.

You spit out the last residue of toothpaste in your mouth, the minty taste still lingering in your mouth. You enter the shower and run your hands through your hair as soon as you feel yourself drenched in the warm water sprinkling from above you.

Skincare is such a hassle, You think to yourself while applying some serum. You then use your telekinesis to fetch the glass of water on your nightstand.

Yes, you really did have powers, everyone does, a unique, superhuman ability that the majority of the whole population of earth possesses. Now yours was Mostly just Void, Telekinesis and Mind manipulation, of which run in your family. Your father, Lee Yoonjae, owns the biggest Hero Agency in South Korea; Dōvet, which your brother would be inheriting in a few years.

You never really meddled in the superhuman aspect of life and lived life as normal as possible with no intention whatsoever of becoming some superhero.

You pick out a black corset top, some low rise baggy jeans with your black and pink Ferragamo heels and a pink blazer draped over your shoulders and start to leave. Your maids and butlers line up to greet you as you make your way through the hallway and into the garage.

Stepping into your Tesla, you take a red lolli and put it into your mouth.

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I sigh getting out of my Tesla and walk up to the table I and my friends had reserved for Sua-yah to celebrate her 27th birthday in style. Upon arriving I'm greeted by my best friends, Zuwaira Salihu, A native Gbagyi form Nigeria and Choi Geumhi, from Daegu here in South Korea.

" For God's sake Y/n I told you to stop using my mom's special shampoo, it makes your hair look like hers." Zuwaira complained
" I don't see a problem with it, it makes her hair look healthy and shiny." Geumhi tilts her head in a confused manner, as if trying to comprehend what she had said.
" That's the point, dumbass." Zuwaira flicks Geumhi's forehead and sighs.

I chuckle at both of their bickering and say "Zu-ssi, Leave her alone." Zuwaira glares at me
"Just look at this one laughing like a fool." She says jokingly, we all laugh and notice Sua-yah entering the booth.

As soon as we're about to sing for here we hear sirens, and the screaming of terrified souls. The window beside our booth shatters and stray bullets are sent everywhere, falling and killing whomever they please. I and my friends cover our mouths in hopes of preventing our screams and Geumhi uses her forcefield to keep us safe for a while.

I take out my phone and try to call Yonbok but the fear of the sound of a gunshot causes my hands to shake more than I'd like them to. Geumhi's forcefield grows weak and eventually collapses. I try to use telekinesis to grab my phone, but instead of my phone I receive a huge deep scar on my left arm from the glass of one of the many chandeliers in the restaurant.