Lose My Breath | Seungmin

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How can we beat the clock, and become master of it?
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[ Third person pov ]

The day's match was starting earlier than usual. It was the finals and Misun had watched a whopping eight other matches just to find out who would be the lucky contender to walk out with his freedom. But they kept coming, asking for help, yakking off, distracting her from her main purpose. Misun couldn't yell at them, that would be bad for the image she had spent her whole life building. Keeping an innocent face was the easiest task, she'd smile and wave them off.

The ravenette heaved out a sigh of relieve, plopping into her seat.

She was only early by a few minutes, quickly logging on, still fully clad in her uniform and everything.

Both excited and intrigued, Misun's eyes were glued on the screen, paying more attention than she does at school, listening to every word the charismatic ring-announcer uttered, introducing the opponents with such vigor.

And that excitement didn't falter, even when both men were in the ring, jabbing each other sharp kicks, delivering heavy punches to their jawlines, with swift moves. Evading and avoiding their opponents fists. Soon enough both contestants had bloody faces, breathing ragged, loud and uneven, their bodies moving sloppily.

Misun heard a thud on her window, but chose to ignore that, her favourite contender was losing badly. Her lips pursed with pure anger and agitation.

His leg was grabbed tight, dragging him down. And just when about to carry out his special move, another thud resonated behind her, louder this time. The black haired jolted, her fingers accidentally logging out of the website.

Misun sat in utter silence, gaze pinned on the screen.

Whatever bird that flew into her window was going to die. She would make sure to track it down and fry the feathers out of it and leave its burnt out body for stray cats.

Misun marched to her window, swinging it open, and right there, opposite her was a grinning Seungmin, his hand filled with what she assumed were marbles. "Hi," he waved lightly.

Misun bit her lips, brows furrowed in a deep scrawl, her nails digging into palm.

"Can I have your WiFi password?" He asked. "Mine crashed."

Misun got on her window sill, her angry eyes still pinned on Seungmin and this bemused the black haired. She didn't stop, just kept on crawling until she was out through the window, standing on the small piece of wood. "What are you doing?" Seungmin's brows creased, noticing how she slouched down, like she was about to jump. "You're not gonna jump, are you?"

"Oh believe me Kim Seungmin, I'm going to!"

Misun sprang into the air, jumping smoothly towards where seungmin stood. She slipped through his window grabbing him along with her. The taller broke her fall, an enraged Misun sat on him, her hands wrapped tightly around his neck.

"I only asked for your password?" Seungmin's tone sounded so teasing, a sly smirk on his lips. "Wow, you're angry, what are you gonna do, punch me?"

Misun seethed, about to strike his face with a harsh punch when his lights flickered, the sky outside now crimson in colour as a white line ran across it and seconds later, a loud boom erupted from the far off distance, the sky slowly reverting back to normal.

Seungmin sat up, Misun easily falling off him, with a yell. "The hell was that?"

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