𝗗𝗘𝗝𝗔-𝗩𝗨 | ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ [On Hold]

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗢𝗡𝗘 ─ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗣𝗨𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗧

"Ah, so it's you." He murmured. "I know who you are, but I don't know your name." And began to wobbly pacing, "Well, then, since we both have already met before, that's a second reason to ask for it."

Somi was shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if she was warming her tendons up to prepare for her marathon even though there was no way for her to run away since not a single door was in sight and the window was fake. She was craving to know who he was too, but his figure was not making her feel at ease, probably because of his height, or perhaps it was the confidence his body was emanating that simply pushed the girl to believe he was the furthest thing away from innocuous.

Nonetheless, despite the sensation that man was causing her, she was aware he wasn't the type of person used to easily giving up and not I think what he desired, so, she decided to finally communicate her name.

"My name is Jeon Somi." She pronounced still a bit reluctantly, "And you are?"

"Ah, Somi," He cooed while lifting his chin and intertwining his fingers behind his back. The way her name rolled on his tongue made her shiver, wondering if she had come up with the right decision to share that personal information. "It's a pleasure to meet you, and this location adds something magical to our encounter, don't you find?"

"You still haven't answered my question." She scoffed, using the same choice of words he had opted for earlier. 

The man sneered whilst pulling a strand of burgundy hair behind his ear, "As I have already told you, this is my dimension, my head, and I get to choose what's best for me. You're only a guest." He went to grab the two chairs placed on both sides of the desk to drag them towards the girl and himself. He got comfortable on one of the chairs and gestured for the girl to take her seat. "Let's get to know each other better! It's rare to meet someone in your mind." He purposed with a short yet deep giggle as if he attempted to lighten the atmosphere to make sure Somi could start feeling at ease. Obviously, it didn't work. 

The blonde woman hesitantly sat down, making sure to never take her eyes off him. "How is this even possible?" She murmured to herself, although the voice tone was high enough to reach the man's ears too.

"Incredible, isn't it?" He commented, his eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy shop, "By the way, to keep it simple, this is possible because our talent makes this possible."

The woman gaped her eyes, "You have visions?"

"Yes, or we wouldn't be having this lovely chit-chat." He indicated the room around their figures with flat hands and palms oriented to the ceiling, "You're not the only one." And made his hands fall heavily on his thighs, "Even if some of us need to take the long way to achieve what you're naturally able to do with a snap of your fingers." He hinted and Somi frowned. Where was he going with that? What he had just pronounced made no sense to her, why would someone wish to possess an ability like hers? 

The woman tightened her hands into fists, jabbing the skin of her palms with her long nails as she started to feel a weird pressure lingering on her shoulders and the air appeared to have thickened to the point where it was difficult to inhale it. "Is this some kind of riddle? Because I don't have time for those." She spat sharply, hoping to emanate enough self-confidence to intimidate the man to spur him to speak clearly. On the other side, and to her dismay, the man seemed to not be irritated by her nerve, on the contrary, judging by the way he pressed his tongue against the inner patch of skin of the cheek, he was clearly having fun and Somi's attitude was poking his interest as minutes passed by.

He lowered his stare briefly as a dark giggle shook his throat, "Miss. Jeon, I don't have time for those either." And overlapped his legs, the right corner of his mouth raised, "I'm just noting the obvious."