𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 - lookism

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You look around at the girls, who are now whispering to each other while casting you looks of pity. Their gossip and the pitying glances only add to your discomfort and frustration.

As you try to storm out, the same girl who tried to grab you pulls you by your hair and pushes you back, causing your back to hit the wall with a jarring impact. The pain is sharp, and you're left struggling to regain your balance.

The two girls stand over you, laughing as you sit on the floor, feeling humiliated and defeated. Their laughter echoes in the small, cramped bathroom, amplifying your sense of isolation.

You look down at their feet and focus intently. With a surge of energy, you make all of their shoes burst into flames. The sudden heat and the sight of the flames catch them off guard, causing them to scream and leap away from the fire.

They scream in panic and quickly throw their burning shoes off, trying to extinguish the flames. In their rush, they push past each other, stumbling out of the bathroom and leaving you alone. The bathroom is now silent except for the faint crackling of the flames.

You try to stand up but accidentally burn your hand on one of the still smoldering shoes. The pain is sharp, and you quickly pull your hand back, cradling it as you try to steady yourself. The bathroom is still smoky from the burnt shoes.

You struggle to stand, but the pain in your sprained ankle makes it difficult. You use the wall for support, trying to find a way to leave the bathroom without putting too much weight on your injured ankle. The bathroom is still smoky and disheveled, adding to your discomfort.

You wobble out of the bathroom, trying to avoid putting too much weight on your injured ankle. The fire alarm blares loudly, and students start to pour out of the building in a frantic rush. You make your way to the nearest exit, hoping to get outside safely and away from the chaos.

You use the commotion to your advantage and slip away from the crowd, carefully making your way out of the school grounds. Once outside, you check your phone and wallet to ensure you have everything you need. With a deep breath, you start heading home.

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Seeing Goo standing in front of your house, you pause, unsure of how to proceed. His presence raises immediate concern given your past encounters. You weigh your options quickly—whether to confront him, try to sneak past, or find another way to avoid him.

Goo notices you and approaches with a casual stride, his expression unreadable. You feel a mix of anxiety and resolve as he gets closer You try to back up but you stumble from the pain of your ankle and trip but goo grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.

Goo holds you close, his breath warm against your neck. "Careful," he says, his tone showing concern. "What happened to you?" he asks, noticing your discomfort.

Goo's expression softens as he notices the cut on your face. "What happened to you?" he asks, his tone unexpectedly gentle. "You're hurt."

You push him back and reply with. "It's none of your business" looking down avoiding eye contact.

Goo raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your response. "Fine, if you want to be like that," he says, but his tone is more concerned than angry. "But you're clearly in no shape to deal with this alone. Let me help you."

Despite your reservations, his genuine concern and willingness to help make you reconsider. You can feel the pain in your ankle and the sting from the cut on your face. Unexpectedly goo picks you up bridal style.

Goo carries you gently, carefully avoiding any unnecessary movements. He heads towards his car, occasionally glancing at you with a look of concern.

He opens the door and places you carefully down in the passenger seat. Once you're securely in the seat, Goo closes the door and heads around to the driver's side. He starts the car and drives off, heading towards his house. He stops outside of a fancy looking apartment complex.

Goo helps you out of the car and escorts you to the entrance of the building. The lobby is luxurious, and he approaches the front desk, speaking quietly with the receptionist. He then guides you towards a private elevator.

The elevator ascends smoothly, and Goo stands beside you, his expression unreadable. The ride feels long, and you're left with a mix of anxiety and curiosity about where he's taking you. The elevator finally stops, and the doors open to reveal a luxurious hallway. Goo gestures for you to follow him.

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