It takes Hoseok three steps, two breaths and one word.

Hoseok sees the world in incredibly loud whispers. Most important of all, these voices belong to other people.

Hoseok hates it. He hates beyond disdain to be born with such a gift, which ironically, seems to be cursing what should have been a normal and peaceful life. These voices usually make him sick to the stomach for he lets the bad ones overrule the minority good. When that happens, his head feels calluses, ears bleed like a razor held to it and soon enough eyes are stinging with frustration. Sometimes they get so dire to the point he'll lock himself up in a room, far from the minds of strangers. 

It's not like he chose to live with such a fascinating ability.

Hoseok can't remember exactly when he became aware that he possessed this mind-reading skill, but it was probably during elementary, when he accidentally heard an angry curse coming from the pretty neighbour next door because someone had accidentally scratched her titanium car. 

The voice was so blaring and hostile, Hoseok remembered vividly. It felt like a thousand of bricks descended on top of his head when he found that wasn't moving nor lips parted. At all.

Horrified, he encountered a high fever for the next seven days.

His grandmother once told him, people of his kind are called the Ghost Whisperers. Being told such frightening things at a tender age, Hoseok couldn't understand anything, or more of, he didn't want to. He was afraid of the unknown, afraid of himself.  Of all the seven billion people on Earth, the responsibility of such a power had to be him.

But then again, Hoseok may have more or less understand the coin term by now. He has indeed been like a ghost, invading people's thoughts with permission and this gnaws on his conscience.

Hoseok had been settling just fine in his new school. The Jungs' recently moved to a countryside. From a big bustling country like Seoul to a quiet sanctuary of a mountain village, in hopes for their only son to recuperate. Hoseok had always had a weak heart, often falling ill but little do they know that the reason was something compelling, way beyond what any being could've imagined.

Everything had been going fine; he sat at the back of the classroom, his classmates rarely paid attention to him, ears were constantly blasted with loud music and heavy metal, everything else felt like heaven when he couldn't hear little murmurings in his spare time.

Until one day, he meets

okay that’s basically where i stopped writing lol found this in my file storage from two years ago damn