The first time I realised I could read minds was when I was eight. 

It was a warm day in spring, slightly windy, I remember. I was simply minding my own bussiness, alone as usual, when a boy- Donghae, I think, though the memory's slightly fuzzy now- came up to me with a frantic look on his face. 

"BEES!" he shouted right in my face. Up so close, all I remember was what kind of person gets pimles at the age of eight. 

Being alergic to bees, I was deathly scared of them and ran away to hide underneath the slide of the playground. It never occured me back then to check if the boy was telling the truth.

Donghae followed me along. It was much too cosy. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around  instictively, about to ask what's going on, when he suddenly planted a huge one on me. Bam. Out of nowhere, my first kiss, stolen by a rude little liar. 

I remember cursing him with all the swear words I knew of in my mind. Hands trying to push him off. But in those few seconds when our lips were locked, my thought were not the only ones in my head.

Oh yuck I like her but this kissing stuff is gross why am I doing it yuck yuck yuck. 

From the on, I  learnt two things; one, guys tend to think in ong strings without filtering or pausing; and two, I can read mind when I'm kissing someone else.