Psychic | Vsoo

Chapter 17

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...

"Junglebook and Kim Jisoo?"

I immediately held my breath, hoping that they didn't hear me. It's fine, if I just stay quiet, then they'll think that there's no one here an-

"Kim Taehyung! We know you're in there. Open up!" I sighed in defeat and curse my stupid self internally for having such a loud voice when I barely talk in the first place. I grudgingly limped to the door, dragging my useless leg with me. I mean, you'd think I could heal myself but no, we wouldn't want him to be overpowered now, would we?

I turned the the door knob with my telekinesis because who knows who's been touching that, and stood face to face with Junglebook, and Jisoo behind him. "What?" I asked with a very annoyed look on my face. "Let's hang out!", he said with a smile that radiated light so bright that I had to shield my eyes with my hands. 

"Hang out? Absolutely not." I replied, still straining my eyes to look at him. He turned around to Jisoo with an upset look and whined, "See! I told you he would say that! I could be playing video games right now, but noooo, let's go see Taehyung."

I became confused because I fully expected this to be Junglebook's idea, not Jisoo's. I ran my hand through my hair with an exasperated sigh. Jisoo then stepped forward, nearly knocking Junglebook over in the process. "Look", she said with a slight smile, "Let us come in first so that you can hear us out. Okay?" I tried my hardest to be reasonable, but the look on her face made me throw all reason out the window. "Fine, come in."

"An ice rink? You came all this way for you to ask me to go to an ice rink ? Seriously?" I said with a look on my face that I'm sure gave away the fact that I was completely done. Jisoo, who sat across from me, said with an amused voice "Yes, an ice rink. I just felt like you would be a good ice skater, sooooo...", she trailed off, looking at me and waiting for an answer.

My immediate response would have been no, if not for the fact that I had thought of an idea right then and there which would help me get revenge on both of them for bothering me. Plus, if I hung out with them today, I'll probably never have to go out with them again. "So, whose driving?"