Mind Reader | k.th x j.jk / Vkook

Part 27

Putting up with my aching at the cafe was unbearable, I had to go home. I didn't want to leave, but I wouldn't be able to get rid of it if I was there. It probably would've gotten worse, actually.

I gave Arlo a clap as I walked by him, before collapsing on my neatly made bed. I grabbed my hair as my head continued to throb. 

It was unfairly painful,  and it sucked. But in the end, I just have to deal with it until it passes. I seriously wish I could get rid of, whatever this is. The whole mind reading thing. It's honestly the worst, and yet people wish that they were able to do what I can.

I know too much. From rape, cheating, people loosing a child, death, I remember walking by a guy who has literally murdered someone. But what could I do? Tell someone, and when they ask me how I know this I say 'oh you know, I just read his goddamn mind.'

I get to know, what everyone thinks of everything. Don't like a person, I know. Hate your self, I know. Got a secret? I know about it.

I rolled over a few times on my bed, trying to at least get comfortable.

I've wondered for years now if I could control it. Being able to listen to what I want when I want. And that would be almost never. One thing I haven't tried, for some reason. Is purposely trying to read a certain persons mind.

I mean yeah. I can randomly dish information out of complete strangers. But not on purpose. But, I don't know if I would have the guts to try. I might find out something that I want to forget.

I groaned as my phone went off, I sat up and accepted the call without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?" I said quietly in a tired voice, "hello, Jungkook" A woman's voice said. Making me smile. "Hi mother," I smiled.

I don't get to speak to my parents as often as I would like, they work outside of the country so I live here alone. They pay the rent and the bills for me since I'm too young for most work, and they want me to enjoy myself more than anything. So me living alone is our little secret.

"How are you my boy? Are things well?" She asked, "things are good mother, I've met some new friends recently." I replied, "that's fantastic, I was worried that you would be lonely." My mother said sounding rather happy, "how's work?"

"It's going well, your father just got a promotion, and in a few days we get our break, so we can come home for a while." I could pretty much feel her smile from the other side of the phone as she spoke. "Finally, make sure you tell me when so I'm at home for you." I told her.

After about another twenty minutes or so of talking. We said our goodbyes and hung up the call. I smiled and fell back on my bed.