Flash Fiction #1 Mindreading

Sten / lemonetae

lemonetae

It was four o'clock and Jungkook was sitting in detention. He was alone, flicking his pen up and down, bored out of his mind. Also annoyed. His least favourite teacher, that godforsaken Miss Ara was the reason why he was there. He had called her out in front of the class for giving one of her students a good grade, simply because she had the hots for him. Before he could even finish the sentence, she had pointed at the door, fury in her eyes and kicked him out of her class, but not before giving him detention.

Jungkook didn't care. He knew for a fact that he was right. He knew what she was thinking, every time she looked at the poor boy. It was a shame he couldn't go to the principal about it. After all, there was no way he could prove it, given that the only thing she ever did was think about it. All the same, he wanted to kick himself. He should have just kept his mouth shut. Curse his dumb luck.

He looked up, as he noticed movement. A boy was walking into the room. He was his height, had curly and brown hair, dark eyes––and was very attractive. While Jungkook had seen him before, he hadn't really paid him much mind. He was quite reserved and Jungkook probably wouldn't have ever even noticed him, if it weren't for the fact that he was in the play with his twin-sister. A drama kid. Jungkook cringed. He didn't talk to drama kids. Although he had to admit, he looked cute. Really cute. He wondered whether his hair was naturally curly. Maybe he wasn't so unlucky after all.

Without acknowledging him, the boy walked to the other side of the room and sat down. Jungkook followed him with his eyes. He was intrigued. He wanted to know more about him.

Perhaps I should take a peak, he thought to himself. Just to see if his personality matched his looks. If he found out his interests, he could then open up a conversation with him later, based on something he knew he liked. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before. It was the reason why he was so popular. The reason why he always knew what to say.

Without a second thought, he entered his mind.

At first, he hadn't thought his ability was anything special. He had thought that reading people's minds was normal, something everyone could do. But after having lost friends, who thought he had breached their trust by going through their diaries (when in reality he had breached their trust by going through their minds) he realised that there was something different about him, something special.

He had a power.

And now he was using it to spy on a cute guy he was sharing detention with. He wondered briefly what he had done to end up here.

It was safe to say, that his mind was not what he had expected.

Kill. Destroy. I thirst for blood today.

Jungkook's body went stiff.

The boy­­––he will be my victim. I can feel his blood flooding through his veins.

Vampire, he thought. The boy was a vampire. He was certain of it. And he was terrified of vampires, had been since he was a kid and watched Dracula with his dad.

I can already feel my teeth sinking into his skin. It will taste so good. So, so hungry.

Jungkook was trying his best not to shake. He didn't want to hear more.

And such a pretty face too. I love it when my meals look good.

Jungkook jumped to his feet, severing the connection. "I have to go to the bathroom!" he said. Not waiting for the teacher's answer, he walked as quickly yet naturally as he could manage towards the door. When out, he ignored the teacher's yelling and bolted down the hallway.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere."

At first he thought it was the teacher, but when he looked back, he saw, to his dismay, that the boy was chasing him.

Jungkook cursed. "Leave me the fuck alone," he said, as he turned the corner, still running. He ran down the hallway, towards the exit. When he reached, he grabbed the handle and pulled it down. The door didn't budge. He turned around. The boy was standing at the other end of the hallway. There was nowhere else to run. He was stuck.

The demon started walking down the hallway. It felt like he was walking in slow-motion as he approached him. He stopped right in front of him, close. So close, that if Jungkook leaned forward, he could very easily kiss him. He wanted to kick himself. There was no way that was going through his mind right now. He was literally about to die.

"Please don't kill me," he whimpered.

He had never been so scared in his life. His head was spinning. He couldn't even read the boy's mind.

Then, the boy grinned, victory in his eyes. "Aha," he said. "I knew it."

Jungkook looked at him blankly.

He stepped back and crossed his arms. "You shouldn't spy on people's thoughts. Ever heard of something called privacy?"

Jeongguk blinked. "What?"
"Don't play dumb sweetheart. I know what you can do."

Jungkook couldn't even protest. His mind was blank. "How ... how did you ..." he stammered.

"How did I know?" the boy cocked his head to his side. "I can do it too."

Jungkook had never felt so violated in his entire life.

"By the way," he then said, with a cheeky smile. "Yes, my hair is naturally curly."

Then he turned around and walked down the hallway.

As he watched him leave, Jungkook caught his breath. He promised himself he would never read a person's mind ever again. Also that he would do anything in his power to figure out the boy's name.