❝and there it is. the answer to my prayers. a house. not just any old house. it's an abandoned mansion. a perfect escape of reality standing tall, yet slightly dishevelled in the middle of the woods. it is breath-taking. i feel my legs subconsciousl...
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"My power?"
"Yeah. Your special ability," I smile sweetly.
"Oh. I can heal people. I'm also unique among the other six because I have more than one ability," he smirks.
"Really?" My eyes light up.
"Yeah," he chuckles at my reaction. "I also have the ability to talk to people through their minds. But this power is limited. When I was training, I picked a random person that I thought of and I can only talk to them. Jin and Namjoon are trying to find a way for me to talk to other people but I can only talk to this one girl and I have only ever been able to do it when she's scared." He seems to sadden when saying this and I feel terrible. He must be feeling so trapped.
"Do you know who the girl is?" I ask, trying not to make him more upset.
He smiles softly, shaking his head. "I just thought of the first person that popped into my head. I conjured up an image of what I thought they'd look like, not even knowing if she even existed or not, but now I know she does, I kind of want to find her."
"What does she look like?"
"She kind of looks like you, but I know she's not you because I would've been able to talk to you when you first saw us standing in the doorway. I realise that now and I'm not going to lie and say I'm not a little bit disappointed that you're not her," he chuckles awkwardly at his confession.
"I wasn't scared." I shake my head.
"Really? You sure looked it," he raises a teasing brow.
"I was shocked and taken aback but I wasn't scared," I quickly defend.
"In that case," he moves even closer, "maybe you could be her." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and leans in. "Maybe even more," he whispers.
My eyes widen when he kisses my cheek and I quickly leap out of the bed. "I-I have to go." I run out of the room, hearing him chuckle as I close the door behind me. I haven't even known him for twenty-four hours and he already feels comfortable enough around me to kiss me. Sure, it was only on the cheek but that's more affectionate contact than I've ever had with anyone, let alone someone of the opposite gender, not to mention someone that I'm starting to feel attracted to in more ways than one.
I feel a sudden urge to squeal into a pillow but I know I can't risk waking Taehyung, so I run down to the living room, wanting to throw my self onto my stomach on the sofa whilst my screams are being muffled by the cushion. But I never make it to the sofa.
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"Hana!" I feel myself being shaken vigorously, bringing me out of my sleep. Taehyung is standing above me and I've never seen him look so worried.
"Taehyung?" I say, sitting up to find myself on the living room floor. I quickly clutch my left eye as an excruciating pain shoots through it, making me whimper.
"Hey hey, you're okay," Jimin comes rushing to me upon seeing me crying. He crouches down and rubs my back to comfort me.
"What happened?" I ask, looking around to see Jungkook also stood by Taehyung. Where is everyone else?
"You must've passed out and hit your head on the corner of the coffee table. Jin was the first to see you as he was leaving for work this morning. He was already running late so he called Jimin down to help you. Jungkook and I heard what Jin was shouting from the bottom of the stairs and rushed down to make sure you were okay. We've been trying to wake you up for half an hour," Taehyung explains.
"What were you doing down here?" Jungkook kneels down, taking my hand in his, instantly making me blush as I remember what happened last night.
I look away. "I-I was thirsty. I guess I never made it to the kitchen," I lie, laughing as I focus my gaze on the kitchen door at the other end of the living room.
"Guess not," he replies, stroking my hand with his thumb as he chuckles.
