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What if we have no safe place? No comfort person?
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[Third person pov ]
Misun hid her hands under the table, squeezing the little note– it was the third she had received in two weeks ever since that phantom incident. The black haired sighed lowly, trying to shake the thought off. She wanted to talk to someone, to at least get some pressure off her, but she didn't quite have that kind of relationship with anyone. Sure, a heavy amount of people knew and loved her, but none were really diary-material. Not even her brother was.
“Sunnie, what's wrong?” a classmate nudged her, gaining her dull attention.
“I don't feel so good...” her voice drawled. “...is it okay if I leave early?” she shoved the note into her pocket. It was almost the examination period and everyone had quite a busy schedule studying. She would usually hook up with her study group, but these past few days, Misun had been faltering, for reasons she wasn't oblivious to.
“Sure you can,” a brown haired beamed. “You've been really stressed lately.”
The rest of the study group chorused murmurs of attestation, bidding her cheery goodbyes. Misun bowed, feigning an appreciative smile.
The ravenette heaved out a sigh of relief when she was finally out of the school's building, the chill breeze tousling through her hair, brushing against her skin.
“Must be nice being out, right?”
Misun opened her eyes, locking gaze with the grinning male in front of her, his expression cocky. “Oh! Hi Hwang!” she smiled sweetly at him, a bit perplexed why he looked so smug. Hyunjin always looks polite, and sounds like that too. “Are you done with your studying?”
“Mhm, I was actually waiting for you.”
“Ah, I see,” Misun clicked her tone, fastening her bag strap, she scanned the schoolyard, an awkward smile tugging her lips upwards. “Why?”
The taller linked his arm with hers, and with soft pull, she complied to his command, walking casually. And this bemused Misun, sure she had a few runs with the brunet, but they weren't this close, she knew a couple things about him.
Has a pet dog, paints for the heck of it, dances too, surface stuff like that and maybe some deep things too, Which she rather keeps shut about. What could he possibly want now? To join her study team? They were practically the best at school.
Hyunjin tilted a bit, matching up to her height, his lips inches away from her ear. “I know what you did.”
Misun's eyes widened, her heart beating tripling its pace. He couldn't possibly mean that, right? He couldn't possibly be the one sending those notes. The black haired composed herself, turning to look at the taller, their faces barely apart. “And what did I do?”
“Um... I don't know,” Hyunjin lilted, a boyish grin on his lips. “Perhaps you um, killed someone?”
Misun backed away from him, but he caught her hand, halting her escape. “I'm sure you're mistaken.”
“I can't believe you can see them too,” the brunet's tone changed, more cheery now. “I thought I was going insane.”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” Misun tried yanking her hand away from his strong hold, but that didn't work either. “You should probably go, Seungmin might be waiting for you or something,” she tried diverting the topic, acknowledging the fact that her neighbour was most seen around him.
“Nope, I know it's you,” Hyunjin frowned. “On Tuesday night, like two weeks ago.”
“It's definitely not her,” Misun felt an arm wrap around her shoulder, pulling her away from Hyunjin. “We were together that Tuesday night.”
Misun rose her head, staring at whoever said that, and just like before his gaze was directed somewhere else– particularly Hyunjin. The black haired cleared her throat, speaking up. “Right, yes. . . we were–”
“Making out.”
“What?” Hyunjin and Misun mused.
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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...
