Prophesied love is complicated. Even more so for two stubborn souls with the most unpredictable powers known to their world. It's fate though, so they'll definitely make it. Right?
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It's taken me a week to properly heal from whatever the hell Christopher did to me. The doctors said something about my powers being fully restored and my bruises mostly healed. I still feel like shit though.
I've been given permission to stay out of class for a few more days so I'm currently reading a really boring book whilst lying on my bed. Jungkook is adamant that I should stay in bed and not strain my body, so I've been cooped up in our bedroom all week even though I'm quite capable of walking.
I huff out a breath and stretch myself out whilst throwing my book across the room. It was so damn boring. Next thing I know, the door to the dorm slams shut and shouting sounds throughout the entire space.
I sit up confused and hear voices approaching my room. When the door opens Jungkook storms in stopping in front of the bed with Namjoon and Yoongi quickly following in behind him. I barely hear the apartment door slam again as another set of footsteps approach my room.
"Were you told you couldn't perform in the ceremony?" Jungkook asks me practically out of breath.
"Oh...yeah." I nod not entirely bothered about it anymore.
Jungkook scoffs, "Those fucking bastards. I'm gonna beat some sense-"
His rant is quickly interrupted by Namjoon who holds him back and huffs out a sigh, "Kook you shouldn't be so angry over this. Just be glad you're finally being recognised."
"For what? The only new thing I've developed is Grey's power. How can they let me perform and not her?"
I pull myself to the edge of the bed and look up at him as the other boys join us in the room.
"You were chosen to perform?" I ask quietly.
He turns to look at me and his face softens when he sees how happy I am for him.
"Yeah." He breathes out.
"That's great!"
His smile doesn't stretch far as he looks down to his feet. "I'm not doing it Grey. It's not fair."
I shake my head chuckling lightly, "I never wanted to perform anyway. You have to."
He sighs, "Grey they want me to demonstrate your power. There is no way I'm getting up there to imitate your power, not when you're standing there in front of me. You should be the one being praised. I can barely control your power anyway, it would be a disaster."
"Well if you really don't want to then that's okay."
He smiles back at me sadly as he takes a seat beside me and cups a hand to my cheek. "I just don't think it's fair. It's your power. Why would they want it demonstrated at all if they hate it so much?"
