She was born with the ability to read people's minds,
whether she wanted to or not.
He just wants to look her in the eye.
Hoseok x O/C
Aislinn was born a natural Legilimens, meaning she could read the thoughts, emotions and memories of those around...
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"Hey, Sunbaenim," I felt a prodding finger poking me in the side of my head as someone whispered over my ear. "I'm here, wake up."
"I wasn't asleep." I defended instantly, turning my head into my arms and blinking my eyes slowly open. Was I asleep? I couldn't recall, the last thing I remembered was letting my mind wander as I waited.
"I believe you," Hoseok said, his voice too cheerful as he sat down in the seat across from me. I heard as he shuffled some things around on the table and he pulled his book and notes from his bag. "I wasn't late either."
I smiled at his compromise and nodded my head, looking up just enough to see that he'd changed into a black hoodie with a white jacket pulled over it. The sleeves were a little long and bunched around his wrists but there was something about the style that screamed 'comfy' to me. His hands were long and elegant with several silver rings decorating his fingers and I caught a glimpse of a bracelet under a cuff of his jacket.
I smiled to myself as I pulled my hands under the table and played with the hidden charm bracelet on my left wrist. I was a little dismayed when I saw the amount of books and parchment stacked on the table between us but I hid that as I looked down. "What is 'sunbaenim'?" I asked as he was still organizing his things.
He giggled, the sound brought an involuntary smile to my face because of how effortlessly happy he sounded. "It is like teacher, because you are now my teacher." He explained simply.
"Then what do I call you?" I wondered, intrigued by the word as I said it silently in my mind a few times, trying to wrap my tongue around the strange syllables.
"Hoobae," He answered quickly as he finally finished and folded his hands neatly in front of him.
I giggled as I shook my head, "Isn't that what Namjoon called you before?"
"No," He answered, "he called me Hobi. Hoobae is like student. Sunbaenim," he pointed to me, "Hoobae." He pointed to his chest. "Teacher and Student."
"Well then what is Hobi?' I wondered, noticing the subtle differences between the two words.
He laughed, the sound loud and joyful as it pierced the still room around us, but he didn't seem apologetic as he shrugged his shoulders. "Me." He leaned forward to whisper closer to my head. "My friends call me jhope and eventually it got shortened to just 'Hope' and then 'Hobi'. It has a little to do with the sounds in my native language but I don't mind, I like Hobi."
I contemplated ending this interesting conversation for only half a second and concentrating on what brought us here before my next question fell out of my face. "Why jhope?"
He sat up straight in his chair as he first pointed at me and then at himself as he spoke. "I'm your hope, you're my hope, I'm jhope."
I felt my mouth fall open into a helpless giggle as I thought for a moment I understood exactly why his friends called him that. "Well then, jhope," I said with a smile on my face as I reached forward and gently tapped the stack of books between us, "what is all of this?"
