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LOST IN TRANSLATION ☆ JIA & SEHUN

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."

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? 

Broken Concentration | Jia & Chen.

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.

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

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.