I know what you all must be thinking, "Oh GOD, what is with the weird psychic supernatural lately?!?!" But rest assured, due to the questionable accuracy of my creepy powers, I am FAR from being psychic...actually I think the word psychOTIC fits me a hell of a lot better.

Hah.

Psychic.

Psych-otic.

Hah.

Anywho, having this sorta-ish ability doesn't mean that, if I suddenly picture, for a split second, pole dancing chickens walking right into my Eomma's cafe (I know you have all seen that damn gif, it's gone around about a gazillion times), does NOT mean pole dancing chickens would ACTUALLY show up at the register to order a Caramel Macchiato. That'd be ridiculous, not to mention mildly scarring for both me AND the chickens (last time animals came into the cafe, Eomma beat the S-H-I-T out of them until they stopped eating all our espresso beans). So, like it or not, I can't conjure up and pole dancing chickens on a whim (although I'm pretty sure EXO's Kai would enjoy it). My abilities really only work within reason, and I can't just make things happen because I think of them. I'm really more like a human telescope, one that can, on occasion, see more that 15 minutes into the future, with massive headache of course. I know it sounds pretty useless. I mean who wants a super power that LITERALLY only works half of the time? I'd rather be able to sprout some goddamn wings and fly to the moon for crying out loud. But, I guess a 15 minute window into the future on occasion DOES help sometimes...like for pop quizzes or to know how Ican avoid someone I hate with a burning passion...AT ALL COSTS. Of course, the point of this whole spiel about my semi-awesome-not-fully-functional-kinda-inconvinient-super-powers was to give some insight before i start talking about EXACTLY what happened a few months back, and likewise, the entire point of this damn story. Now, without further adieu, let us delve into my hectic Kpop filled "fantasy" (or so I thought) love life, shall we?