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SKIN ✚ JIA & YONGGUK
It wasn't a secret that Jia was hardly graceful on her feet. She had always been less attentive than most and with earbuds jammed in her ears while roaming, she couldn't be more vulnerable to accidents--small cuts and scrapes decorating her limbs from the small bumps with various misplaced furniture pieces. The circus was constantly changing shape and moving as if it were alive, people always buzzing and moving and working like a hive. Although detached from the social scene, she was oddly apart of the movements, even if she were the element of chaos that kept things universally balanced. If anything, that excuse was enough to keep her content when she stubbed her toe on whatever box was left on the ground. The sun was still visible although the night was fast approaching, providing light for the freaks as they prepared the grounds, people moving past each other almost fluid-like. Jia kept her ears occupied with foreign music--a language that she couldn't even begin to understand, but that was soothing to her overactive brain. Her restlessness had her unable to rest in her tent along with the people that she hardly knew, opting to walk around aimlessly, dragging her sneakers across the ground as she mouthed the unknown words of the songs. Her involvement in the tracks had her unable to fully focus on her steps and before she knew it, her shoe caught a rope that had been trusted to tie a tent down--a very trusty rope that didn't seem to budge as the weight of her whole body pulled at it. "Oh no!" Jia yelled out as her small frame seemed to go towards the ground in slow motion, hands frantic as she tried to catch herself, but her appendages were useless as her right ankle twisted and she ended up on her back in the grass. For a moment, her vision was blurred and she didn't bother to sit up, pain surging up both of her legs. "Ah, really?" she whined as she looked at her iPod that had flown several feet from where she was--but at least it was still intact with the earbuds still plugged in firmly. She didn't know the extent of her own injuries, but she dreaded even the slightest movement.
LOST IN TRANSLATION ☆ JIA & SEHUN
He never really noticed when strange slang found its way into his Korean –having grown up learning both that and English tended to lead to some strange phrasings. And a very violent misunderstanding, the first time someone had tried to introduce him to “skinship.” Either way, it seemed like even normal phrases might slip right by Jia into the gibberish category. Maybe he was speaking too fast, or her store of Korean didn’t include drunken, Americanized versions. That last one seemed pretty likely, but the subject was too boring for him to waste any more brain power on.
Sehun laughed happily into his drink at her phrases, resisting the urge to reach over and pinch her cheek only because Jia was older than him, and he understood the whole emphasis on respect they had over here. God knew gangs were big on that kind of junk, too.
Realizing he had heard her speak without really listening, he blinked at her for a second, hoping his processors just didn’t have a good connection, before her words registered, and he nodded solemnly. “You’ll get home by midnight, don’t worry!” He laughed, cheeks going a bit red at the fact he had made a freaking Cinderella reference, and he just tried to drown his own idiocy out with more alcohol. Yeah; he was the perfect person to make sure they got home safely.
Shaking his head, he redirected his focus with a last ditch burst of effort, since he knew he must not have seemed too invested in their prior ones, and tried to honestly think about her latest question. Where had he come from? A flash of dirty streets, dirty faces, burst of light in dark places, crimson blooming over graffiti’d brick walls, and the muffled grief that came from living on the streets.
“New York, New York.” He answered, accent slurred with the Korean he had been strictly speaking for the past few months. Clearing his throat, like that would center his thoughts properly, he finished with a soft, “Inner city.” His home had been poor, his mom overworked, and he hated his house, which tended to be broken into more than not. Sehun had taken to storing his precious items in an old tree in the park, with only his laptop finding a home under the floorboards. God knew he needed to be able to watch his shows.
“What about you?” He forced his strangely animated mind back on track, hoping to divert them with another swill of alcohol. Perhaps hearing her story would distract that weird train of thought he was on.
Jia had started to feel a bit of warmth from the drink and she traced the edge of the glass with her finger, dark eyes fixed on Sehun while her brain awakened, several voices finally filling her head, indicating that her telepathy had awakened and ruined the nice night out that she had planned. She had wanted to take a peek inside her evening companion's head, but the increasing number of bar patrons made it hard for her to focus on the words jumbling around in Sehun's head--vague descriptions of ghettos and graffiti, or maybe she hadn't heard him correctly, which had been a common occurrence when it came to Korean conversation. There were so many words that Jia had the tendency to forget and she narrowed her eyes at the male, trying to focus on his thoughts alone, determined to understand as much as possible. "New York, New York," Jia repeated after Sehun, the name sounding awkward with her thick accent. There were many times that she had dreamed of being in such a place, but the scenes in movies and the stories that she had read seemed vastly different than the picture that he had painted in his mind--an actually scary environment that the female wouldn't even begin to survive in. She let herself indulge in more of the liquor, a little less affected by the taste as she gulped it down quickly, finishing the glass way faster than she had intended, more worried about avoiding the bitterness than monitoring her intake. "It sounds scary," she let slip as she looked down at her empty glass, completely unaware that some of his words hadn't actually been spoken. Jia motioned to her glass when the bartender looked in her direction, eager to get another of the horribly bitter drinks. She heard Sehun's actual speaking voice faintly ask her a question, but she shrugged him off momentarily as she waited for the male to come back with a full glass, bouncing slightly in her chair at the warmth as it started to make her limbs tingle, which seemed oddly funny in the current situations, legs dangling from the seat. She didn't even know where to begin with her own story, which seemed far less interesting than the one from New York. "Beijing," she said simple, pausing before adding the country, not sure if he knew where Beijing was located--a silly thought from a clouded mind. "China," she always felt oddly satisfied when she could talk about home, even when the details were bland. Although she didn't belong in the home that she had grown up in, there were nothing but fond memories from simpler times--memories that she cherished more than any material possession. "I come from very nice family, young brother, parents. Very success dad."
Spirit of Inquiry || Junhong & Jia
Junhong glanced around, dark eyes wandering and weaving throughout the people and tents; just taking in the place he’d hopefully be able to call home. It dawned on him then that he hadn’t really met any of his fellow circus members (not yet anyways,) and for some reason the thought had him feeling lonelier than ever.
“I’ll get used to it,” he thought, teeth worrying at full lower lip as nimble fingers worked on the last button of his white sleeveless dress shirt. His costume was simple — if you would even call it one, with it just being a rather tight white shirt and comfortable black leather pants that clung just as much. He had assumed people would want to see everything creepy and crawly and just flat out cool. So in that case, creepy was his forte. Blood would show the best contrast against white if it had happened to… splatter or drip in transit.
With a bag slung over his shoulder, the silver-haired boy of just seventeen made his way out of his tent and among the people of the circus. Except soon enough, Junhong had found himself near a few booths, eyeing those of his new-found kin dwelling and waiting for curious souls to bumble forward with questioning eyes. He offered a small smile to those in passing before dropping his bag to the one closest, somehow noticing the young woman inside. The thought was fleeting, but it was there; “pretty eyes.”
After a small, polite bow, pulling out a blade was all it took to get people gasping, but what had them really curious was what he was going to do with it. Since Junhong had decided not to go into acrobatics or dance today, he would instead be making objects at random — kind of like a balloon animal maker with a gruesome twist (and a lot less balloons).
“I hope none of these people are too queasy… what if they vomit?” Junhong’s nose wrinkled at the thought, and for a moment he felt that same stab of loneliness from earlier surge through him. That hurt more than any knife could, but he’d never admit it out loud. Was it really possible for him to meet others that could accept every part of him? That was why he came here, there’s always hope even in the darkest of moments, there has to be. Seconds later the blade pressed to his skin, slicing a line from the inside of his elbow a little longer than halfway down his forearm.
It hurt, simply put, but the boy had learned by now to grin and bear it with hitched breath, friendly posture. “Oh fuck me, that went too deep,” and it was rare for Junhong to curse, but no one could hear him anyways… right? Fingertips and buck knife playfully wiggled above the wound as fresh blood blossomed to the surface in the shape of roses, as if they were real flowers sprouting up and blooming into something magnificent—something beautiful. The boy stared at their expressions and took in every twist of wonder and disgust as they gaped and silently hoped he wouldn’t bleed out after this because of his little mistake.
It wasn't common to see Jia on the circus grounds with the intention of using her ability. She typically shied away from the voices, earbuds firmly placed in her ears, blocking out what she wasn't supposed to hear. She didn't usually feel control and she was admittedly afraid of transferring her thoughts to others--an annoying possibility that she had dealt with with harsh consequences while still living in China. If anything, she wanted to live in a hole alone, but that wasn't the best option for someone that liked the occasional human interaction. "Let's give it a shot," Jia whispered to herself in her native tongue, wiggling as she adjusted her position in her chair, tapping her fingernails on the table she had sat up in between booths, a crude sign sitting atop of the wood that read 'mind reading'--easy, simple, to the point. Her earbuds hung loosely against her chest, leaving her open to the voices that filled her ears, speaking voices and thoughts ringing loudly in her ears. She lifted an arm, wiggling her fingers at the people that passed her, hiding her disappointment in their indifference with a bright smile, ruby red lips framing her perfect set of teeth. Even with the most welcoming of expressions, she felt invisible with the amount of people that were ignoring her existence, hardly paying any mind to the sign that she had whipped together for the occasion. After a few minutes of confusion, Jia heard gasps coming from nearby, making her head snap in the direction of the noises, frightened voices filling the air (or at least her head). Her eyes finally fixed on the origin of the fear--a tall figure that seemed to tower over the other people around him. She hadn't understood the fear that she heard until she heard the boy's voice and caught onto the thought, tilting her head, unsure of why he was hurting. She hadn't seen the blade or the actual act--the prequel to the story that he seemed to make in the air. Regardless of the origin of the mystery liquid, the female rose from her spot and moved a bit closer to hear more, curious as ever. "What the--" Jia whispered to herself, eyes moving over the male's body, her legs ceasing to move when she spotted the deep cut in his skin. The beautiful shapes had been formed with blood and the female suddenly felt weak at the sight of it, face suddenly showing a sour expression. She tried to keep her disgust hidden, but her vocal chords seemed to disobey her, words tumbling out of her mouth in response to what she was witnessing. "That's nasty!" she said in the best Korean that she had spoken in quite some time, eliciting glares from the people around her. These people must have known that this is inappropriate, right?

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FIRST DATE ♡ JIA & TAEIL
Jia had been on plenty of first dates. Because of this, she had considered herself the queen of them, never once having a second because of her tendency to make a bad impression--guys don't typically like it when you see their dirty thoughts at the dinner table, although she didn't mind the attention. What was new, however, was the concept of a blind date, but her friend Fei thought it to be the best idea, setting Jia up with a nameless circus member. Jia was left with two details to help identify the stranger and she chanted them in her head (although they were quite vague) while she stood outside of the medical tent, fingers nervously fidgeting with the hemming of her blouse that hung loosely above her bellybutton. Cute with glasses, cute with glasses, cute with glasses. There had been few that had fit the description and of those few, she had only spoken with a couple of them in passing--she was rather standoffish in most situations by nature. But although she had been around the circus for several months, she had yet to meet most of the other 'freaks', sticking around only a couple of areas and shying away from any gatherings where she might become overwhelmed with voices. Regardless of her seemingly shy demeanor, she still felt a surge of excitement at the thought of meeting this mystery man and had been guessing what his ability might be, imagining cute guys in glasses that can fly or spontaneously combust. Her overactive imagination had painted plenty of pictures since the early morning and as her eyes scanned the people passing, she hardly noticed that she was rocking childishly on her heels. Several minutes went by and finally someone stopped, rather short and fitting the description that Fei had given. Jia started to bring up her hand to wave, but he seemed to look right through her, scanning the crowd just as she had been doing just moments before. She opened her mouth to greet him, sure that he was the date that she was there to meet, but just as quickly as a squeak passed her lips, he turned in the other direction, completely ignoring her existence--an odd thing, as she was dressed quite nicely and her hair wasn't the usual mess of curls. Jia stepped towards him, reaching out and tapping his shoulder lightly, clearing her throat loudly. Maybe he had trouble seeing? That seemed possible because of the thick frames. "Excuse me," she said in a soft voice, tapping again. "Are you looking for someone?"
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Broken Concentration | Jia & Chen.
Flipping his toasts on the grill and lightly buttering the warm side so that butter would melt nicely as the bread finished cooking, Chen truly didn’t notice the girl walking in, or even sitting down. Until she spoke up, that is. And rather rudely at that.
Slightly startled, he jumped some and his head whiped around to see who had said such things. He easily found her, the rest of the seats empty at such an early time. Her hair pulled up in a horrid bun, clothes sticking to her curves way too much and sleep still hanging onto her face, she truly was an unappealing sight to Chen that morning.
At first he arched an eyebrow at her, then frowned, remembering he hadn’t been speaking at all, and that his humming hadn’t even been that loud. No one usually minded his nearly constant hums anyway. “I’m sorry?” he sarcastically asked, a haughty look on his features. “I didn’t even speak to you.” He did not enjoy such a confrontation so early in the morning. Not in the least.
As soon as the male started speaking, Jia knew that the words that she had heard had not been spoken aloud, but chanted in his thoughts--the difference between the spoken voice and the mind's voice were slightly different for most people. At this realization, her face dropped to a blank expression, mouth hanging slightly agape while she looked over the other, who seemed even more angered than she had been. Her telepathy had been working, but she hadn't realized it because of the lack of people around her. She had pushed herself into another uncomfortable situation without even realizing it. "Ah! I'm sorry," Jia started to apologize, forcing a smile and dipping her head into a quick bow, the loose bun on her head falling apart, long hair splayed across her back. She was unraveling bit by bit and she scrambled to comb her fingers through her hair, pulling her appendages through the knots as she translated her native tongue to Korean in the awkward silence. "I heard your mind and wasn't look at you, so I misunderstand. It's okay! You continue cooking," she bowed again before turning around, looking down at her book, not really reading the words, but hoping to the heavens that he wasn't still angry with her for snapping at him.

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Broken Concentration | Jia & Chen.
That morning, Chen felt in an oddly good mood as he dressed and made his way to the kitchen tent, fixing his hair by combing through the strands as he walked. It bothered him a bit that he did not check his reflection in a mirror before he left his tent, but he wasn’t one to make a big deal out of his appearance; he knew most people found him attractive, and if they didn’t, he could easily change their mind with a few spoken words.
Stiffling a yawn as he pushed the tent flaps apart to slide in, he was glad to find the kitchenette almost deserted. It meant more peace, no one to bother him, and less need to control his power. He headed over to make himself some toasts, almost burnt and with strawberry jaw, just the way he loved them.
As he placed the white, soft slices of bread on the grill to get his breakfast ready, Jongdae began humming a soft tune he had to practice for later tonight. He made sure to keep his siren voice out of his private performance, however, not wanting people to pay too much attention to him, or worse. He focused quite a lot, repeating the word ‘focus’ both in Korean and English so that he wouldn’t slip up, would sound like any person singing.
Morning time was the best time to spend in silence and Jia basked in the quiet, getting up earlier than many of the other circus members to peacefully do her morning routine, which started off with a small breakfast. She usually satisfied herself with a few peaces of fruit, but she had felt oddly drawn to the kitchen tent, making her way there after throwing her messy brown locks into a bun and changing from her girlish pajamas into form-fitting yoga attire. She was hardly presentable, but few were ever awake to see her in such a state, which was alright to someone who held her own appearance so highly. With an apple in one hand and her Korean dictionary in the other, she slipped into the tent, hardly noticing the male already preparing his food. She almost stopped to greet the stranger, but she made her way to a table and sat silently, cracking open her book and starting her morning solo study session before taking a bite of the apple. Admittedly, she didn't remember much from the dictionary and after her afternoon workout, she'd be lucky to remember one word, but she had kept this part of her routine because she truly believed that her brain would become conditioned to accept Korean easier if she continued on. So she sat, in near silence, whispering the words to herself. A voice had been chanting in the few minutes that Jia sat, but she tried her best to ignore it, stopping periodically to take a deep breath or massaging her temples with her delicate fingers. The male cooking didn't seem to be so courteous to her existence and he kept speaking, his voice getting louder and almost echoing in her head, causing her brow to furrow and her head to snap behind her, eyes narrowed on his figure. The usually polite girl felt slightly offended and in such a common area, people should be more polite--and she wanted him to know that. It was a burden to hear 'focus, focus, focus' repeated so loudly. "Hey! Keep it down!" Jia called out. "Whisper or keep in your head!"
LOST IN TRANSLATION ☆ JIA & SEHUN
Big emotions had never really been Sehun’s thing, so even when the pretty older girl agreed to go for drinks with him, he merely felt the pleased flicker of happiness warm his breast like a small lightbulb, rather than an electric blanket. He knew she could read thoughts, but he tended to keep those simple as well, so he never really worried too much.
And how could he worry now, with an ice-cold whiskey in his hand, a pretty freak at his side? A loud guffaw left his lips at the phrasing, and he beamed at her, toasting it toward her since she slid her drink back toward the bartender. “Whiskey!” He sang in English, laughing as he switched back to Korean, “On the rocks, just the way I like it!” How much had he had to drink thus far? Eh, it didn’t matter. When you felt that good, why speculate over something meaningless?
Pulling out his phrase book, he squinted at it in the dim lighting and tried to order her some sake, though he ended up asking for a scorpion. But he had already shut the book by the time the poor man mustered a “nani?” so he just blew him off with a toast of Jia’s crappy drink, though he choked on it after downing a quaff. “Wow…pre-tty bad, huh? You should have some of mine, it’s like alcoholic gold.” Because god knew, he had been drinking illegally since he was practically in diapers, back in NYC.
To continue that, he gestured toward the whiskey, then held up two fingers, miming like an asshole until the flustered worker finally brought him a second one. “Ah, Japan…gotta love it.” He snorted, before reaching for the fresh glass. Sehun’s thoughts were finally starting to unravel fuzzily, focusing on how beaky the bartender’s nose looked, and how the dim lights looked pretty reflecting off of the glass. Everything was terribly mundane, but it was starting to dip into the deeper sections, with muted bangs echoing deep under the waves of the common.
He just took another drink.
Sehun had seemed to be accustomed to drinking and it was quite odd to see because she hadn't experienced this side to the male before. She kept an odd expression on her face, lips slightly curved into a smile while he spoke to her--more of a sign of confusion because she didn't know what 'rocks' was in Mandarin, trying to follow his words as they flew at her--alcoholic 'gold'? Unsure, she just nodded when he suggested his own beverage and she waved at the bartender, who seemed reluctant to make his way back to their end, pointing to Sehun's drink and then back to herself, miming in the same fashion as her companion to get one for herself. The two must have looked rather silly to the other patrons, but she had hardly noticed anyone in the time that they had been there, their thoughts oddly quiet to her. "Here we go!" Jia announced cheerfully as the older man put the small glass in front of her, ice and brown liquid staring back at her almost menacingly--an intimidating look that she skillfully ignored to try and impress Sehun. She had felt a slight buzz from the beer that she had tried to conquer, but determination kept her ignorant to the feeling, bringing the new glass to her lips and letting it hover there for a moment, the smell making her wince before even trying the contents. This was Sehun's drink of choice? Oh, please let me live tonight. "This is new try! Make sure I get home safe!" she said with a giggle before tilting the glass, letting some of the harsh liquid past her lips, swallowing quickly to lessen the bitterness on her tongue. It was easily the worst thing that she had ever tasted, but somehow more tolerable than the beer. She just shrugged and nodded towards the other, giving a thumbs-up. "Okay!" It was hard to really begin conversation and Jia felt that the two of them were dancing around it as they sat upon the barstools, fondling their drinks while engaging in mindless small-talk--the same type of talk that they often found themselves in on the circus grounds. In times like these, she had wished that she could control her ability and find clues in his mind to get her started, but her own head was only filled with jumbled Mandarin and Korean as she worked to put her own sentences together. "So, where you come from?" she finally blurted out randomly, eyes widening mainly in surprise to herself.
LOST IN TRANSLATION ☆ JIA & SEHUN
Jia didn't know Sehun well and maybe that's why she was where she was, seated on a stool at a Japanese bar, long delicate fingers wrapped around her glass that was full of something that she couldn't even say in her native tongue. In Korea, it had been increasingly better with time to order beverages, but Japan was a whole different nightlife culture with a confusing language attached to it that she could only say the basic greetings in. She had carelessly pointed to one of the beers on tap that was conveniently ahead of her and the taste was horrific and stout, causing her facial features to scrunch and distort at each sip. It had been a rocky start to her night with the male, who she had been drawn to because of curiosity. Unfortunately, since the day had started, Jia had been unable to tap into her ability, not hearing a single thought from anyone. There was so much behind pursed lips that she wanted to discover about Sehun and up until that point, she hadn't heard anything noteworthy in his thoughts, which was equally as perplexing as his silence. Their interactions had always been short and uneventful, which had her confused when he extended an invitation to visit the city, as they had never been out to drinks together. If anything, though, it brought on opportunity to spend time away from the people they know and give her a chance to strengthen whatever bond they had been slowly creating in the time they had known each other, which wasn't particularly long. "What's that?" Jia's small voice squeaked through deep red lips, one manicured nail pointed at the glass in front of Sehun that didn't resemble anything that she had tried before--brown liquors had always been a zone that the female didn't mess with, afraid of throwing too many of her thoughts on others. She wasn't aware that all alcohol had similar affects and she was still slightly new to drinking in general. "It's bad," she choked out after another short sip of her beer, pushing the glass towards Sehun and ridding herself of it, unable to go further than half of the contents. "You drink it, okay?" she said in a cheerful tone, lips pulling into a cheesy smile. "I'm going to order something else."

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