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I steal glimpses of you
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[ Third Person Pov ]
The news had stopped informing the public about the recent happenings regarding the space crash, rather it was more focused on reporting crimes that seems to grow nonstop. Every hour there was a new story on ground, journalists, attorneys, the police, almost every governmental team out there working overtime. But everything mostly happens at night, leaving the citizens even more confused, questioning what unruly beasts lurk around them in the hours of darkness.
“Are you really sure about this?” Misun watched as Hyunjin placed a beaker over the new phantom, her lips pursed in anticipation.
“Truth be told, I'm not,” The brown haired shrugged, observing how the phantom made no effort to escape its new prison, only levitating with ease. The room was fairly lit, an action carried out on purpose. “Having these things close to us is probably the dumbest idea ever,” Hyunjin paused, thinking his words over. “Us as in Seungmin and I, they seem to only attack you when exhibiting a host.”
Misun looked away from the smiling Hyunjin, her cheeks puffed out. “Right. Do you think Seungmin is taking so long because he got procured by one?”
“Wow, do you really think so lowly of me?”
Seungmin walked into the room, with a box in his hands. Intrigued by why his neighbour would always pay Hyunjin a visit, and sometimes spend the night over, Seungmin had tagged along, finally curious to know what they might be up to. And just like he had speculated, it was something dangerous, risking their lives because they couldn't just let things slide and let the officials do their jobs.
“I do, and sadly I can't drag it further down than it already is,” Misun turned away from him, her arms crossed.
“What is wrong with you two?” Hyunjin mused, fiddling with the gloves he had on, his gaze on Misun who only scoffed, unbeknownst about the internal turmoil she goes through, battling two direct opposite feelings.
“She's just grouchy cause she has a crush on me,” Seungmin sighed, carefully placing the box on the table.
“I do not,” Misun yelled, clenching her hands into fists. “Shut up.”
“Well, whatever is going on between you two isn't caused by the phantom's effects. Seungmin you're simply irritating Misun and for some reason she can't hold back,” the brunet placed an ordinary lamp on the desk, moving the beaker underneath its light. “She's almost panicked, unable to maintain composure,” he watched as the small alien leaned closer to the side, trying to avoid the light. “Maybe she does like you,” Hyunjin averted his gaze to Misun, smiling brightly.
“That's bullshit,” Misun leaned back, glaring at her grinning neighbour.
Hyunjin finally took off his glove, pointing his palm directly at the beaker. “Or maybe she hates you, mayhaps a combination of both” fire emerged from his palm, engulfing the glass with flame, almost like a wildfire, its unbearable heat tearing the phantom to shreds, its ashes raining down.
The brown haired heaved out a sigh, wiggling his fingers. “But I could be wrong, after all I'm just dumb Hyunjin,” his lips curved into a pout.
Seungmin was the first to break out of his daze, turning to the older with wide eyes. “You can do that?” he blurted, grabbing his hand, an incredulous look of perplexity clouding his soft features.
“Yeah, I just assumed that since we're all friends I should let you know,” Hyunjin panicked, unable to get his hand away from Seungmin's death grip.
“You don't just show people that, what if one of us reports you?”
“I'm working on my trust issues, I'm trying not to trust too much, please don't report me!”
“And in front of Misun? Why didn't you tell me sooner?”
“I'm sorry, I really am just a dumb Hyunjin.”
Their loud bickering were now mere echoes in her head, all her attention, every focus that was in her, were on the beaker and the ashes in it. Just the sight of it made her heartbeats quicken, racing thrice as fast, cold sweat dribbling down her forehead. The black haired trembled profusely, her nails digging into the desk, breaths ragged, an irregular pace.
Hyunjin had pyrokinesis.
She was scared of fire.
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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...
