Constellations (BLACKPINK x Telekinetic! Female Reader)

Chapter 1

"Dude, you should really catch your breath. I got this."

I let out a deep sigh and collapsed onto my bed. My hair and shirt were both drenched in sweat and uncomfortably clinging onto my skin, and although I usually make sure to be clean before I lay down anywhere, I was just too anxious!

Because, you see, when I'm anxious, I got 4 options.
1. Hyperventilate, sit and cry
I don't like this one.
It's really uncomfortable and it makes me feel odd afterwards.
2. Listen to music (particularly girl group music) louder than my emotions
Much, much better. I love this one, but I'm feeling way too restless to enjoy the songs hard enough
3. Dance
I honestly suck at dancing; like, being completely honest. My movements are all sloppy and uncoordinated, and I'm the literal definition of 'fish out of water'. But it expresses my emotions well, and I love doing it, so I do.
4. Use lots of telekinesis
This one is quite draining to use and always ends with nosebleeds and a splitting migraine, and I sure as hell don't want that.
I can use telekinesis but barely; so I'd probably be just fine if I somehow lost it.
Oh, by the way, my telekinesis is kinda but not really, a "born with it" situation.
It's complicated, I'll explain more about it soon.

"I don't know, Jon'--I mean--I mean like what if we don't get the tickets? What if I miss the shot to see my idols, in real life, like--like in person?"

Quick summary of why I'm so freaked out:
I, Y/N, and my friend, Jonathan, are going to buy tickets for the BLACKPINK concert; literally in my area! AND join the raffle for the fansign.

...which is why I'm so anxious. And sweaty. I'm dancing to their songs.

Jonathan flipped his salmon, short hair out of his face and adjusted his glasses. He was staring intently at the computer screen with his nose scrunched up and glasses looking as cliché as one of those anime moments---yeah, the one where the character adjusts their glasses---okay, hold up, I'm going out of topic.

He typed away furiously with his right hand while simultaneously sipping his coke held with his left. Despite the airconditioned room, beads of sweat began to form at the sides of his face.

"Ugh, Y/N, change. I want to deliver the good news--"

"--if it happens--"

"--with you smelling good. Or at least decent." He flashed a quick, playful glare in my direction.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. I grabbed the scrunchie and comb on the table beside me and got up to tie Jon's hair.

"Ew. Get your sweaty hands off me."

"Never."

We fell into a comfortable silence as I began to comb his hair in order to tie it.
I catch a wiff of him and immediately notice he dosen't use the same shampoo as me anymore; he switched to a 'manlier smelling one' when he changed his name from Janna to Jonathan.
I finish the ponytail and chuckle at how tiny it was. This is as short as he could cut his hair without his parents getting angry.

"Your binder isn't too tight, is it?"

He hummed. "Nope, not at all. Now hurry up and change. You smell terrible."

I playfully smack his side as I go get a clean shirt to change into, then march straight into the bathroom

I really appreciate Jon' for this. He isn't a girl group stan, but he's willing to come with me to the concert and even order the tickets himself because he knows how terrible I am with that stuff.
I've known the guy since second grade and he's been attracted to other dudes ever since I could remember, and although he does enjoy BLACKPINK's songs, he simply isn't into their visuals--or any female visuals for that matter. I'm pretty sure that his main stan is either NCT 127 with his bias being Taeyong OR BTS with his bias being Taehyung. I forgot.

I hang my clean shirt with my towel and look into the mirror and my reflection stares straight back at me; my hair is a mess and I'm still soaked with sweat, but it's me.

I don't really know how to feel about me.

On a real note though, my hair smells awful.

"Ew."

I survey the restroom in search for the shampoo and conditioner since I recently ran out, but I know for a fact I have some spare in here. I always have spare everything--I just always misplace them.

I open the cabinet and find what I'm looking for; on the very top shelf.

I let out a sharp breath through my nose and put my hands on my hips. Even Jonathan can't reach that, and he's 5'9! Who in hell even made cabinets this high up? And why? Plus, why is the shampoo and conditioner even up there? How did they get there?
My mind raced with thoughts; mostly alarmed ones.

"Guess I have to.." I mumbled to myself, scratching my head and throwing it back a little.

I close my eyes. I imagine that those objects are me; that I am them. That I could move them to my will as I would with my limbs. I concentrate and I could feel that pounding in my head. I open my eyes, and I see the invisible strings I've attatched to the objects. I will them down towards me, and they followed. Gently, they floated downwards until I was able to grab onto them with my hands, and stopped.

I take off my shirt, leaving me in a bra with my sweatpants, and toss it into the laundry. I turn on the cold water of the shower and bent down right beside it so that I could get only my hair wet. I wash my hair.
Afterwards, with my hair soaking wet and dripping onto the floor, I pat it dry and walk over to the sink to wash my face. Once done and dry, I put on my clean shirt and I look at the mirror again.
My reflection once more; but this time, cleaner

I looked down at my hands, at the energy I felt in them. At how I felt everything.

I sighed.
I've always had terrible luck in the past--how, and why, would this time be any different? BLACKPINK is such a popular group and it would take a miracle for us to---

"AHA! I got them!"

My eyes darted to the sound of Jon's victorious cheer and rushed out of the bathroom.
I run over to him and shove him aside, looking at the monitor in front of me. The adrenaline and hope and joy jumped in my veins, and my anxiety was right on it's tail.

It was just one of the video games he's been trying to beat.

My heart dropped into my stomach, "Oh."

"Oh don't be like that," He grinned
"..because I got the tickets too!"

Blissful warmth bloomed in my chest and a huge grinned devoured my features as I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug.

"Thank youuu~!!!"

He laughed.

"Y/N, we're going to that concert. Now, for the fansign..."

His grin grew.

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So that was the first chapter of this book! I hope y'all enjoyed it!
1225 words, and it still feels kinda short :"D
Constructive-criticism is welcomed and appreciated !!