Peeking Through

Lee Jihoon. 21. Third year. Business Major. Finance Minor.

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huxsohee

Anything she’s confident in.

That’s not a lot of things outside hockey and art.  But she supposed she could turn somethinginto art with her ability?  Maybe, if shewas feeling cheesy enough.  Or at least pretendedto feel cheesy enough.  She didn’t wantto do anything too big either, considering anyone could walk by at any point intime as well.  The problem however isthat sometimes even when she is trying to do little things, her power decidesto fluctuate and completely mess everything up. A few deep breaths and some positive thinking, and she tries to convinceherself that it won’t happen and she’ll be just fine.  In theory.

Taking off one of her gloves, she flexes her hand a fewtimes and observes the slightly paler skin quietly.  She always wishes she had a little moreconfidence so her hands wouldn’t be paler than the rest of her body.  But now isn’t the time to think aboutthat.  Glancing around one more time, shedecides that yes it is safe enough and she feels confident enough that it willbe alright.  And he didn’t seem to wantanything too big, just wanted some sort of demonstration.  Trying not to feel suddenly embarrassed, shefocuses on construction an image in her mind and her gaze settles on the palm ofher hand that is now facing upwards.

A small, barely noticeable light swirls around a portion ofher palm, a slight chill just about the area of her hand.  And a moment later the ice figurine of aqueen chess piece with additional decretive detailing sits in the palm of herhand.  “There you are.”  She mumbles and holds out her hand for him tograb it.  

Excitement ran through his veins as he stood, frozen in spot, eyes twinkling with anticipation. The sight of her gloves sparked a reminder in his mind, eyes fleeting down momentarily to his bare hands before shrugging it off. Now wasn’t the time to run back to his room to grab the missing garment when Sohee had just decided on allowing him to witness something private and amazing. Focusing on trying to control his enthusiasm, Jihoon began focusing on the female in front of him.

A soft sound of awe escaped the male’s lips as an ice sculpture appeared in the palm of the female’s hand within moments. “Beautiful,” he whispered out softly, eyes twinkling, fingers cautiously coming out to gently caress the sculpture. Fearing that his powers would go haywire, the male quickly withdrew his hand after momentarily inspecting the beautiful piece of art.

“You’re absolutely amazing,” his voice giving away the awe in his voice, “the details are amazing!” His voice raising in octaves with each word. Sparks of flames began appearing again, accidentally melting a part of the ice sculpture, making the male let out a semi-horrified gasp. Furiously apologizing, Jihoon began fussing around the female, eyes widening. “I really didn’t mean to,” he cried softly, eyes prickling with droplets of tears that were threatening to spill.

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// bad memory

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huxsohee:

A small part of her was half hoping he would engage in adiscussion of Harry Potter over attempting to study any longer and was onlymildly disappointed when that didn’t happen. But that disappointment all but disappeared as soon as she realized whathe was suggesting instead.  Food isalways the better alternative to actually doing work.  And while Sohee could be quite the sticklerfor her grades and actually does enjoy studying most of the time, she reallycould not stand finances.  The onlyaspects of math she really appreciated is how it relates to art.  But her family had said this would be a goodthing to take, especially considering she would be out on her own fairly soon.

But still, Jihoon’s suggestion is much better.  

Raising her arms above her head in a slow stretch, Sohee stiflesa yawn and leans back into her chair.  Assoon as she relaxes again, she nods in agreement.  “I think I’d rather do anything than look atnumbers right now.  But food is alwaysthe best choice.  I had practice earlierthis morning so personally I’m starving.” She was always hungrier during practice days, and this time of yearthose were often.

Jihoon was half expecting the other to protest, considering the professor they had happened to enjoy giving them weekly review quizzes. He never understood why and probably won’t ever. Just brushing it off as his professor being satan’s spawn, Jihoon just went along with it, making sure to review briefly each night. Sohee, somewhat surprisingly, agreed to his suggestion, causing a grin to appear on his face. He was kind of starving as well, having skipped lunch due to cramming for a test that he had forgotten about.

“Definitely, anything in particular that you’re craving, right now?” He questioned, hands already moving to store his books back into bag that they came from. “I’m up for anything, well, anything but mini mart food.” He’s been eating mini mart pre-packed meals for the past week or so because of his increased amount of shifts - which he kind of regrets requesting for now. Jihoon was definitely sure he had more than enough of preserved and packaged flavourings to last him years.

“Ready to go?” He smiled at Sohee, eyes lighting up with anticipation, stomach grumbling softly. With his stuff already packed, the male was more than ready to head out, away from the numbers and textbooks.

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// experiences

@huxjinsook

A situation such as this didn’t come around all too often for Jinsook; even with her having spent more of her previous years back in Australia around males, but with only a brief hesitation before she gave Jihoon a gentle pat on the back, teamed with a small but definitely reassuring smile, “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with it, people are assholes and you shouldn’t let them get to you like this. But honestly, assholes are dicks to people because like Team America says, they’re actually pussies and dicks like to fuck them. Maybe they feel intimidated by you and your knowledge!” Nodding a couple of times, hoping dearly that she could provide at least that little bit of comfort to the elder, Jinsook’s lips pursed tightly for a moment before popping them, holding up an index finger with her eyes following the similar curve now etched across her expression. “I bet you can do something they can’t, so to make themselves feel less puny–which is exactly what they are, they try to belittle you, when you’re just all kinds of great and better than they are. Be an asshole back to them, shit on them; metaphorically, please.” 

Being treated poorly (to put it nicely) was not something new to Jihoon, after all he dealt with it for majority of his life. Despite so, each word or action still affected him greatly. Mumbling those words to himself, the male readied himself to leave the campus grounds and head towards the dorms. Surprisingly, a female showed up, offering kind words and comfort rather than taunts and negative remarks. Smiling at the other, Jihoon hummed in agreement, mumbling a soft thanks at the end.

“I’d like to metaphorically shit on them too, if I could,” he muttered, eyebrows furrowing as a small pout found home on his lips. “Considering they’re stronger than me, I’m sure I’d just end up in the trash bin again.” Jihoon just sighed, the scene from first year replaying in his mind after the words left his mouth. “Either way, once I graduate, what are the chances I’ll ever see them again, right?” He questioned, voice almost hopeful but not quite there yet. He knew the world was a pretty small place and chances of bumping into those who are the same major as him, would be very common.

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// wrong assumptions

@huxjimin

Jimin laughed brightly, none too gently crashing against Jihoon’s side as he struggled to control his laughter. His body shook and his hands were brought up to his face in an effort to hide his reddening cheeks. “Hyung” Jimin managed to breathe out before he fell into another fit of laughter, this time he had to actually stop and lean against the other to brace himself before he was literally on the floor laughing.

“Hyung” he breathed out again once he was able to reduce his laughter to light giggles “Hyung… I seriously haven’t had that much fun in days! I’m so glad you got the dates wrong!” Straightening up Jimin ran a hand through his hair, pushing his hair back for a bit before letting it fall back onto his face.

“I mean seriously think! We could’ve missed that amazing drag show!”

Jihoon knew better than to try to stifle the laughter that was threatening to bubble up. This outcome was definitely not exactly what Jihoon had predicted, proving that he was indeed wrong. Ruffling the soft locks of Jimin’s hair, the other smiled brightly, laughing alongside the younger male. Each time he was in the company of the male, Jihoon couldn’t help the warmth and comfort that washed over him. Jimin’s company was exactly what he needed after all these days slaving away at finance assignments.

“Are you really, Jimin? Or are you just messing with me again?” Jihoon laughed, fingers reaching to gently wipe the stray tears that accidentally escaped. Smiling brightly at the other, Jihoon could only nod and agree, “Yeah, I mean it was pretty amazing after all, wasn’t it?”

Recalling the event the two had accidentally stumbled on due to his poor memory, Jihoon couldn’t help but grin widely at the joyous time they had. One of the best, if he had to admit. “I mean we could have still caught the original show we planned to go to... If the date hadn’t already passed,” Jihoon whined, lips forming a pout. “Either way, I got to spend time with my Min, so it’s alright,” Jihoon’s mood instantly bounced back, patting the other’s head gently before tilting his head to the right. “Ice cream down by the lake we usually go to again or nah?”

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huxsohee:

This is one of the things she likes about Jihoon, he tolerates her paranoia and seems more apologetic by it than most.  Of course this also makes her feel a twinge of guilt for shutting him down so quickly without much of a chance to explain himself.  Her gaze flitters down to her gloved hands, she can physically feel her temperature dropping as if her power has already made the decision to show off. She would scold it if she could.  “Really?”  Sohee is genuinely surprised by his interest and maybe even a little concerned.  “I’m a glorified popsicle most days.” Although she tries to make a joke out of it, she isn’t as successful as she should be.

Looking up from her own hands again, she glances around again and hums.  Perhaps he had a point.  She did experience more control than what Jihoon appeared to have—at least from what she could tell.  Though the bitter part of her told her it made her nothing more than a showcase to someone, she manages to throw that idea away.  He seems innocent enough.

“Follow me,” she motions for him to do so with a wave of her hand.  Keeping her eye on him for a moment, she takes a few steps back and then finally turns and looks where she is going.  For several minutes, she remains quiet until they are a little more secluded behind a larger tree near a bench.  Stopping, she sits down and pats the place next to her.  “What do you want to see?”

Jihoon could only hold back his laughter at her sudden joke. Seeing as she was willing to chil down (in multiple ways) a bit towards him, he lightened up a bit. Tingles sparked down his spine, eyes glittering with hope as he smiled, a slightly bit more than usual, at the other. Excitement overwhelmed as he realized her willingness to comply to his selfish request.

Wandering after the female like an obedient child - how he was trained to be, the male continued to smile softly to himself. “Okay,” he vocally confirmed with the other as if walking (more like following) behind her wasn’t enough confirmation. As they walk further in the secluded area, Jihoon casually admired his surroundings, eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Jihoon hummed in contemplation, eyes staring at the other before opening his mouth to answer. “Anything in particular. Or whatever you’re confident in.” Jihoon wasn’t one to be that selfish. After all, his request alone was enough selfishness. “Or comfortable with,” he added on, shortly after. His eyes shining brighter than the stars in the skies as he giddily twiddled his thumbs, little flames appearing for split seconds before burning out from excitement.

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// getting away with murder

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huxjaebum:

Now, normally Jaebum isn’t the sort who is overly keen onhis concentration being broken by anyone. Hell, he doesn’t even like it when his roommate comes in the room tooquickly if he’s working.  But he likeswhen others are interested in his work. Perhaps that makes his ego a problem buthe liked to think he never fished for compliments.  Really, he’s far more invested in genuineconversation about it and discussion of plot. “Maybe, yes.  He’s crafty and there are so many other issues in the world.” He does is smile and motion for Jihoon to take a seat across fromhim.  “Go right ahead.  I just won’t be the most sociable.”  He admits with a little chuckle.

Glancing through his notes again, he rubs a hand over hisface and jots a small revision in the margins. “To be honest, it’s more so the work of a detective that hunts him down.  Though the police force isn’t bad, they’recaught up in red tape.  I like playingwith grey morality.”  Humming quietly, hestarts tapping on his keys again, somewhat furiously as if a thought has juststruck him.      

Jihoon smiled at the other’s permission to join. Familiar people’s presence was comforting; especially while he drifted off into his books. Those kind of moments were his favourites. Settling down as quietly as he could without disturbing the other, Jihoon flipped open the latest book that caught his eye. Red Rain by R. L. Stine. Another thrilling novel written by one of his favourite authors, from childhood until now. Once settled, Jihoon couldn’t help but watch the other work in such a concentrated matter.

“Thanks, by the way,” he murmured, afraid of breaking the other’s bubble but also wanting to express his gratefulness. “Criminal point of view is always more fun to mess around with though, in my opinion. Though, I guess looking from the detective’s P.O.V there are more restrictions and boundaries.” He ended rambling, cheeks tinting pink from his non-stop rush of words. Jihoon couldn’t help but find himself becoming more and more intrigued by the writer.

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// bad memory

@huxsohee

To be frank, Sohee had no idea why she was taking a personal finances class.  Her dad said it would probably be helpful for her in the future especially if her art career didn’t pan out.  Ignoring that not so subtle jab, she agreed but really numbers have never made much sense to her outside the rink.  Now if someone could turn finance talk into hockey speak she would definitely be able to understand it.  Maybe even in artist terms but otherwise it left her stumped.  Which resulted in her needing someone to help her out and by happenstance she latched on to Jihoon after a few weeks into the course.  He seemed like the helpful sort–at least she thought so.

But Sohee also had a terrible habit of spacing out which did not help her case at all.

Poor Jihoon did try though.  Though they had a habit of getting off topic.  When he stopped and then spoke again, stating he couldn’t remember what they were talking about, she laughed quietly.  Still laughing, she slides over her bag of chips and looks down at her textbook.  “If I’m being completely honest here I was thinking about how silly it is that Fred and George didn’t know about the Room of Requirement.”  Realizing she said that out loud, Sohee coughs and flips through a few pages in her textbook.  “It’s like another language I’m sorry.”

As much as he enjoyed finances - to be honest, he really didn’t - he had to maintain an above average grade in the course. All to please his father, unfortunately. So it wasn’t a surprise when Sohee approached him in need of some extra tutoring. Jihoon never found finances easy nor interesting, in all honesty but he was never one to turn someone down when asked for help. So here he was, sitting with the other and trying to drill the last few chapters the professor had gone through in hopes that it’ll somewhat make sense to the other before midterms.

Jihoon paused a few moments, eyes scanning the textbook in front of them. “My thoughts exactly,” Jihoon sighed, brain beginning to logout from all finance-related studies. “I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere today. It’s been hours and my brain has officially refused to accept anything finance-related.” Jihoon softly patted the other’s back, understanding her feelings completely. “It’s fine, it was gibberish to me at first too.” Which was true, until his father began drilling him with the terminology and private tutors at an early age. It never made sense to him; as to why his father tried to prepare him so early for something he would eventually learn anyways. After all, he began his studies when his age had just reached the double digits.

“Let’s take a break, want to grab some food instead?”

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// unintentional

@huxjinah

Jinah frowned a little at that, mumbling, “It sure seemed like it,” putting back the toy gun into its holster with a little pout one her lips. Jihoon had won (obviously) and in Jinah’s opinion, murdered the poor rubber duck. She watched the attendant ask Jihoon for the prize that he wanted, as he had shot more ducks than Jinah did. “They died for this prize,” she told him. “You didn’t have to be too harsh.”

“It really wasn’t,” Jihoon stated, tone border-lining a whine, but not quite yet there. Jihoon’s insides were bursting with joy from the win but he couldn’t get himself to fully express his joy. Especially since the male was more shy, considering so many people were around.

“I’ll get that panda,” Jihoon answered, eyes crinkling as he stared at the soft squishy plush that was soon to be his. “I wasn’t harsh though, I really didn’t mean to play that seriously,” he retorted, arms now wrapped around his newly earned prize. “The toy gun just happened to be stronger than I expected,” Jihoon puffed out his cheeks, “besides, how could I not try hard for something so soft?” 

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// getting away with murder

@huxjaebum

The clacking of keys seems to vibrate around Jaebum as he furiously typed away a new chapter of his novel.  Well it isn’t exactly new, but considering this is the third time he’s rewriting it and he’s introducing a new character–he’s calling it new.  Next to him are a few sheets of paper that list out official language and jargon of the judiciary sector of the government with a few in particular circled in red.  

It doesn’t surprise him when Jihoon leans over and sees the writings and has that sort of reaction.  In fact, he’s already smiling before the other even says it out loud.  But reminds himself to have the proper surprised reaction as if the other managed to sneak up on him totally.  Pulling his earbuds out, he turns and offers an amused chuckle and slides over another sheet of paper.  On it is a list of names and he points to one.  “Tell that to Hoon here.  But don’t worry, he won’t get away with it.  Maybe.”

Jihoon wasn’t the type to drop out of nowhere and burst someone’s concentration bubble but with all the paper scattered around the other - someone from his elective class, Jihoon recognizes - he couldn’t help it. Slowly approaching the other, steps quiet as he peeked at the other, waiting for the perfect time to speak. He hadn’t expect the other to reply so quickly to his statement.

“Maybe?” Jihoon questioned, eyebrow raising. Of course, it would make for a boring novel if the other was caught so easily. “I mean, I guess if the cops you include in your novel are component enough then he’ll get caught. That or if he’s a skilled enough murderer, he won’t...” Jihoon muttered softly, “Is it alright if I take a seat?” Shifting his horror novels from one arm to the other, Jihoon tilted his head to the right, eyes peering at the other questioningly. He didn’t mind moving elsewhere but it was nice to be around people he knew.

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"This day started bad, and it does not appear to be getting better any time soon."

[ starter ] // not accepting 

“Maybe cake will help,” Jihoon suggested, peering at the other from behind his textbook. “I mean, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on you talking to yourself, but sweets usually make things better.” Jihoon found himself rambling softly, considering they were in a library but loud enough for the female across from him to hear. “It is a bit too cold for ice cream, I guess... for most people, that is.”

He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with the other student, but it didn’t sit well with him to not attempt to help. Even if it wasn’t in his personality to reach out and begin a conversation. Besides, business reports were beginning to get ridiculously boring.

“I know a really good bakery if you’re interested. I can show you if you want?”

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huxsohee:

For some reason, it still surprises her when someone comesup to talk to her relatively out of the blue. Especially when it comes from someone she knew basically in passingexcept for the recent night classes—specifically mutant—they have experiencedtogether.  Thankfully it’s all beentheory so far so she hasn’t had to risk messing anything up.  Though she worries that maybe she did, basedoff nervous Jihoon seemed around her.

Anxiously, she fiddles with the stopper in her coffee andsteps back just slightly as she does so. With his sudden question, Soheefreezes—for lack of better word—and stares at him in surprise and nearpanic.  “My-my—” She has to take a secondto remind herself that he had seen her in a mutant class, that he knew she wasa mutant as well.  Coughing once, twice,then sighing quietly she steps closer to the other and speaks lowly.  “You don’t have to apologize Jihoon I just…youshould be careful about where you say that sort of thing.”

She pauses for a moment and glances behind her.  “I mean what would you like to know?”

Jihoon couldn’t help but keep quiet the whole time, shyly observing the female’s reaction. His curiosity always got the best of him - even when he didn’t want to. “Sorry,” he murmured quietly, peering at the female. “I was just fascinated by what I’ve seen in class... and I kind of wanted to see more.”

Jihoon tried, he really did, to find a sparsely populated space, to avoid any unnecessary onlookers. But the other was correct, he had to be more cautious. Maybe he should have waited for night class, so he could just observe while the other practiced. That or waited until the dead of the night when there wasn’t classes - but that sounded a bit too sketchy and he, himself, would never agree to meet anyone with that request so late.

“Just the skills you have and the control you have, it’s ... intriguing,” Jihoon responded. Intriguing was the only word that came to mind, after all, there was no way he could just state that her control had him in awe. It’s always been like that for the male. Considering his lack of control of his own power, Jihoon always enjoyed watching other mutants. “You don’t need to, if you don’t want to...” 

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"Ask me what?"

[ starter ] // not accepting 

Jihoon’s eyes quickly darted away from the other’s intense ones. As confident as his father had taught him to be, he was anything but that. Only in certain situations, such as business meetings, are when he show just enough amount of confidence. But curiosity got the best of Jihoon and because of that, he had to pay. By paying, he meant confronting the other male in hopes to find out the answers.

“Well,” the third year muttered, licking his lips once before beginning again, “what ticked you off so much back there?” Jihoon had watched the male explode and storm off after a heated discussion - to put it nicely - with a fourth year. “I mean, you don’t have to answer... I guess.”

Jihoon wasn’t the type to be forceful, even if his curiosity was eating him from the inside. “But it’d be nice if I could know why.”

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"It was a better day earlier. Back when I hadn’t heard that story."

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Jihoon hadn’t thought the previous story he had just told was enough to dampen anyone’s mood. It clearly wasn’t his intention. It was just an idea from one of his latest writing pieces for his creative writing elective. It was supposed to be a humor.

“Oh, I’m sorry...” Jihoon muttered, scratching the back of his neck, eyes darting to the floor. “It wasn’t my intention.... So I guess that story is no good for a humor piece, huh?” Jihoon bit on his bottom lip while tilting his head to the side. What was he supposed to do now? That was one of the best ideas that he had. Well... One of his only ideas, to be honest.

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"Ask me what?"

[ starter ] // accepting 

Jihoon hesitated, just for a split second, nerves keeping his mouth shut. It wasn’t that he never interacted another person before - especially not a female so there was no reason act so shy around the other. However, Jihoon couldn’t help it. He was curious, always has been since small.

“This might be … rude to ask,” he began slowly, eyes darting everywhere but the other’s face. “I was just wondering, if you could tell me about your power?” He finished his request quickly - almost all in one breath. A soft pink dusted his cheeks as he shyly stared at the other. He hadn’t encountered many mutants with powers like her, so obviously she intrigued him more. Besides, he sees her from time to time on campus and he figured he’d try to make connections if he’s seeing her everywhere.

“If that’s okay, that is,” he muttered shortly after. “I’m just curious, and that’s all, sorry.”

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"It is not a feeling I wish to experience again."

[ starter ] // accepting

Jihoon wasn’t exactly ecstatic to experience the same again. Dashing from one class to another class within the 10 minute break provided in between was not something he ever wanted to experience again. Unfortunately for him and the other, they were both fated for this daily routine. Well, not so daily… More like two a week? The only issue was one class was at one side of the campus and the other was on the other side - not ideal at all. At least this would provide him with the physical activity he needed to make up for the time he spent sitting around.

Either way, if he wasn’t half-dead from pulling several all nighters to study for his Income Tax II class the previous nights leading up to Winter semester registrations, he would have noticed this. However, he didn’t. By the time he figured it out, all other time slots for this particular class was booked. Huffing at the door, the male attempted to calm himself before entering. He had at least 3 more minutes before class officially began.

“I agree,” Jihoon huffed, using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “Unfortunately, we’re stuck with this for another three to four more months.” The male sighed, before straightening his tie to enter the second elective class he had that day. As much as he totally enjoyed doing finances and business reports, he really needed breaks from it.