Psychic | Vsoo

Chapter 16

As I laid on my bed, I began to recall all the things that happened on the night of the party. Why would she call me oppa? She's literally older than me. Also, why did it seem so familiar, the name Jichu? My thoughts turned into a scrambled mess, so I jumped up and marched into my bathroom. A cold shower will definitely get rid of all these thoughts.

I walked downstairs while watching a k- drama on my phone, feeling refreshed. That cold shower definitely helped. There was a bit of water on the stairs unbeknownst to stupid little me, so I happily skipped down only for me to slip, throw my phone against the wall mid air, twist my ankle and fall flat on my face. Great. Just fucking great.

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Jisoo POV

I got home to find the maid dusting some surfaces, so I just greeted her and started walking up the stairs towards my room when I heard a voice call me from downstairs. "Kim Jisoo." Ugh. "I got a call from your school today, and they let me know that you were sent to detention today for slapping a teacher. I expected more from you. Go to your room and think about why you're wrong, and you will apologise to that teacher. Do you understand?" His voice boomed with authority.

I just nodded, made my way up and locked my room door shut. Immediately I knew I was alone, I threw my bag so hard on the floor I thought it would break. I was so frustrated. I needed something to take my frustration out on, and I knew just the thing.

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Taehyung POV

I laid on the floor for a few minutes before finally working up the willpower to actually stand up. I immediately felt a sharp pain in my left ankle when I tried to put weight on it, so I knew it was either sprained, or worse, broken. I limped to the kitchen to find ice for my already bruising ankle, then sat on the couch with a sigh. My phone is definitely broken to pieces from flinging it across the room, because apparently when I trip, I throw stuff and when I throw stuff, I can't really control my strength. After all that's happened with Jisoo finding out about my powers, I don't know how I'll bring myself to ask auntie and uncle for a new phone. I guess I just won't. It's about time I started working anyway.

I hear the door open and close and then I hear Jimin sigh like the worst possible thing that could ever happen to him has happened to him. I turn with the intent to ask him what happened only to burst out laughing at the sight of him. His hair was basically a birds nest, bits of his clothes were burnt off? And he was panting and sweating like he had just run a freaking marathon.
"Wha-"
"Don't. Ask."
I snickered to myself as I watched him trudge up the stairs, looking defeated. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking at my leg confused.
"Wha-"
"Don't ask."
He huffed in what I believe was sheer frustration and marched his way up the stairs. A moment later, the doorbell rang. It can't be Jimin, he's upstairs. Auntie and Uncle can't be back yet either, so who is that?
I don't bother walking up to the door and looking through the peephole, I just look through the door, and to my surprise, it's...