Never | Choi Yena

I : wiNgs

I check my watch. 9:52 am. Groaning, I roll out of bed, landing one of my feet on my slipper perfectly so that I trip and fall onto the cold, hard, wooden floor.

“Fuckin’ slipper”, I curse under my breath, kicking the slipper and watching it fly across my small bedroom, hitting the wall and falling to the floor with a soft thud. I walk to the bathroom, turning on the sink and splashing cold water over my face and watching the water drip down my face onto to the tile. I take a closer look at myself in the mirror, wondering what people see in me that’s “so pretty I could stare for hours”.

At least that’s what Changmi used to say. Before she... was no longer a part of my life. I shake my head, trying to get the thought of Changmi and her.. sweet words... and lips.... I shake my head again, letting the thoughts fly away, knowing they’ll come back eventually.

I walk out of the bathroom and grab a bottle of vodka out of the cupboard along with a to-go coffee cup, filling the cup to the rim and twisting the lid on tight. I walk back to my room in search of clothes to wear for today’s daily search of entertainment out in the crowded outside world. Looking for about 5 minutes, I finally decide on a white t-shirt with typewriter print that reads, ‘just because I have wings doesn’t mean I’m an angel’ and a pair of black jeans. I put on the clothes and look at the pair of wings on my back, forgetting they were there until now. Being a Kurimja is the worst thing someone could be.

I’ve always hated my wings, really. They separated me from others because they were different, even in a world of elves and fairies. Everyone always accepts the fairies because they’re cute and dainty. At least, most of them are.

I wish I was a fairy. I sincerely hate being me; An Yura the Kurimja. That’s what I was titled as in high school. Labeled as the one girl you should always run away from.

Fuck, it’s Yura the Kj, Run before she does something bad to us!

No idea why they thought I would hurt anyone. I mean, I have, but never been caught hurting anyone. The few times I was caught in high school and was in the back stage of the school theater with my hand up a girls’ skirt. Always a different girl though; no one dared get close to me once they knew that I was ‘one of those dark pixies’.

People really need to get their facts straight. Pixies and Kj’s : not the same thing. Pixies are known for being fucking beautiful but dangerous. Kj’s are known for being dark and mysterious; not necessarily evil but not a wonderful person either. And we are just as known for being attractive as the human race is, you only are if you’re born that way.
The only real way to know if someone is a Kj or not is by their wings, if they’re showing. A Kj’s wings are very distinct and unique to each individual set. But they are always dark and smoke-like, almost as if there was a strong enough wind, they would just..... blow away.

But they don’t.

I stare at my wings, finding them beautiful, but glaring at them with so much rage that my jaw starts to ache. I make it so they aren’t visible and grab my wallet, phone, jacket, and coffee cup of vodka, taking a sip and seething before stepping out of the apartment and down the stairs to the outside world.