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We all have a secret addiction.
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[ Third person pov ]
Misun carefully placed her bag on the organized desk. Everything was in order, from carefully stacking every book from the size range to arranging every colour according to their shades. Everything was symmetrical and clean, just like her room, her home, her life. What could possibly be impure about her? The black haired trudged towards her window, about to close the curtains when a certain neighbour caught her attention.
“Hey Minnie,” she waved, smiling ever so fondly at him. “Never thought I'd see you here.”
The black haired sighed. “We're neighbours, our windows are barely six feet apart,” he deadpanned. “We can't even bury a body between us.”
Misun tittered, she always thought his sense of humour was strange but yet amusing, although she could rarely tell if he's serious or not. It felt like his head was made out of hard concrete, the wall of china maybe? Not even her sharpest words could get through to him. “You're chatty today,” she beamed. “You normally ignore me.”
“Right,” Seungmin nodded. “Which I'm gonna do now.”
Misun's words hitched, all caught up in a twist when he shut his window.
That bastard.
“Alright Minnie, have a good night.”
«He doesn't deserve my kindness» the ravenette huffed, triggered to the core. But she had to be nice to him, for the sake of her image. She had to be perfect, no matter what.
She could still see his silhouette, watching as the black haired grabbed the hem of his shirt– crossed armed, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it aside. Heat quickly rose to Misun's face, her cheeks flared pink, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Idiot,” she mumbled, walking away from her window.
He was just another distraction, anyway.
The black haired sat on her swivel chair, turning on her laptop. What was her addiction? Watching people combat until one was at the brink of dying, watching the grim reaper hover above them. She ascertained a thrill, a rare adrenaline rush from watching fights, even when one would break out at school, she would always have to compose herself.
Destruction felt great.
She would go under a certain site with a far off user, watching lives, sometimes they were prisoners, people caught using their powers, or whoever a person reported to them. It could be anyone, even your neighbour could be next.
Oh how she wanted to send Seungmin there.
And then her only problem would be taken care of.
Misun smiled at the thought, clicking on her mouse to check if today's live was starting. It was romoured that the government was in charge of the programme, that's why they were untraceable. That would make a lot more sense because they had banned any use of powers, ordering the freaks to stay in the shadows.
For reasons; the destruction they caused to infrastructures, how they make the powerless feel inferior and an instigation that they plan to dominate everything and everyone.
Misun's eyes shone with bliss when the countdown for the live began.
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Lose My Breath | Seungmin
Paranormal"You're too weak for this." New rule: being gifted is now a curse and the victims are killed. In an alternative to survive the plaque, those with powers are forced to blend in with those considered as normal. And for years everything seems fine...
