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What consumes your mind, controls you
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[ Third Person Pov ]
Seungmin felt lightheaded and his vision fuzzy, faltering a few times. He was easy to push around by the other players, his foot not reaching the ball for even a second. How weak and flimsy his body would react didn't go unnoticed by the group present in the field, even those, who were sitting on the bleachers. Misun huffed, studying how the ambience around him fluttered and that's how it had been lately. She couldn't exactly tell what was wrong with him, as she had quit going over to Hyunjin's, submitting an excuse about wanting to study more.
"What do you think is wrong with Minnie?" Dahee tilted forward, prying the girl on the other end.
"He's probably sick or isn't sleeping right," the brown haired replied, frowning. "Why hasn't he been called out yet? He looks like he's going to pass out."
Their conversation made Misun hum, her eyes quickly searching for the coach, and when she did find the middle aged man close to the entrance, the noirette focused her gaze on him, directing all her thoughts telepathically.
Right at that moment, the football coach blew his whistle, calling out and yapping words to Seungmin, who at this point was struggling to keep his eyes open.
"I'll be right back," The minute Seungmin left the field and towards the school's main building, Misun got up from her seat, waving at her friends. She ran after the taller, wanting to quiz answers out of him.
The closer she got to him, the more his back view came into view, the dark smoke radiating off him now clearly visible to her. If she remembered correctly, it was the exact shade that broke off the host she had killed. A very dark shade of purple, almost pitch black.
The black haired stopped walking, heaving out a breath. "How long do you plan on following me?" Misun paused on her tracks, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Finally got over your fear?"
"I'm not scared of both of you."
"I never said you were scared of us, maybe the guilt is just getting to you?" Seungmin sighed, walking into the locker room.
"I told you, I had to study," Misun shot the same lie, joining him in, totally intrigued about the trail of aubergine smoke. Clearly people couldn't see it, their reactions would've made that obvious. Which dragged to the conclusion that it was indeed relating to the phantoms. It would only make sense, as seungmin had been encountering them more often.
"Nope, you're scared of Hyunjin and you think I can also create fire," the older's voice became more drone, his condition worsening. "You really shouldn't be in here. . ."
"Does a phantom reside in you?" Misun took a step forward, but he was still farther away. "I can help."
"Just minor cuts, I'm. . . I'm fine," Seungmin heaved out a sigh, his eyes finally falling shut.
Misun's brows shot up, agaped. She quickly lifted her index finger, catching his slump body before he could hit the ground. "What a dumbass, making me use this power," the ravenette suspired lowly, levitating her unconscious neighbour higher. "What are you hiding, Kim Seungmin?" Misun hesitated, perturbed to rip away his shirt like she planned to.
The racing beats of her heart pulsated quicker than it was a minute ago. Her head churned with different thoughts, making the ravenette's face dust pink.
Currently distracted by her own thoughts, scarcely credible about the aubergine smoke that drifted from Seungmin to her, engulfing her entire frame, awakening those echoes again, passing instructions to Misun like it always does.
And this time, without second thoughts and just a snap of her fingers, his shirt tore right off, exposing the multiple cuts that littered his very pale skin. They were very dark and deep, the aubergine smog sipping out slowly.
Kill him now and then go after Hyunjin next. They can't scare you if they're dead.
"Kill Seungmin first," Misun lifted two fingers higher, one slash of them could cut the older in half. "And then Jinnie next," her hazel eyes beaming a deep shade of green, a fine phthalo.
"Misun?" Dahee's wobbly voice resonated behind her. "What are you doing?"
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