Other Person's POV.

ㅤㅤI am transferring again.

Switching institute really irritates me. I never liked the thought of it because I'll have to socialize with strangers all over again and try to relate to the things they like.

I'm exhausted.

At times, a thought of having permanent friends and stay in one place flashes on my mind, I wish for that too, but I can't do anything now since my mother said this will be the last time. Last time. I chuckled at the sentiment. I honestly don't believe it, she's been saying it ever since but we still move.

"We'll assist you to your class," The student council said.

It's already the end of the first term yet I still transferred to this foreign establishment. I sighed. I could've completed it at my previous university.

My eyes roamed around the place, checking the mayhem that is currently happening in front of us. The statements and gossips about this insitution echoed on my ears, people declare that this is one of the best and formal university in the city.

I can't seem to agree.

The corridor was filled with people pacing back and forth. They were all stepping in unison with an odd countenance, eyes fluttered close and open every second, and everyone was mumbling incoherent words under their breath making it sound like they are doing a ritual.

"Why are there so many people here?" I asked in a poker face.

"What?" The person next to me asked with a frown. He went silent for a while as he gazed at me, undoubtedly checking for a humor in my face. "There's no one here except for us, everyone is in the class already."

"Really?"

The beings who I inferred to slowly looked back at me, going quiet all of the sudden, while the few were left smirking on their own. My hands automatically slipped on my pocket, taking a hold on a certain paper, as I nibbled my lower lip.

"Interesting."

"Aisha, he broke up with me..."

My ears quirked to the side. A certain student from my class was sobbing on the corner, her friends were comforting her while I pursed my lips. I was about to look back on my book when I saw the photo of a man she was crying about.

"Don't be sad over someone that would've given you ugly children," I told her.

Everyone's head whipped to my direction. "Jesus, you can talk?!"

"Oh my God? I can talk?" I gawked. "Of course I can, I just don't feel like talking to you all."

"Bro, the newbie here finally talks!" They celebrated, a loud shout echoed. "After four whole days! Daebak!"

I wrinkled my brows as I study all of them. Why are they behaving like I'm an idol?

"Quit calling me a newbie," I intruded, I don't like that term very much. I have been called by that for so many years. "I have a name for a reason."

"Ten."

My eyes darted to the someone who talked. She was standing on the doorway with her arms crossed, scrutinizing me like I was very difficult to comprehend. I stared back at her with wonder. "How did you know my English name?"

"Who are you exactly?" She uttered.

"Who am I?" I washed my lips. "You'll never want to know."

"What're these papers for?" My nosy classmate went through my case, I scowled at him but it was too late.

"Don't touch my things," I sucked my teeth.

"Why are you so serious?" He tittered.

"That is very powerful, you might perish if you touch this without care," I responded.

Everyone looked at me funny before they cracked up. "Ha? You're so funny! How can a piece of paper kill me?"

"Right. How can it kill you?" I laughed along.

But there's a possibility that it's true.

The crowd went back to their own seats when our Professor entered the room. The woman I saw earlier was still standing on the door. She was tilting her head in an unhealthy way as she peeked at me with dull eyes.

As usual, the odd ones always gets the attention.

The moment our class ended, I snatched all of my things and went outside without wasting any time. I pushed my hair back as I went closer to the woman who has been waiting for me.

"Do you want to be slain that much?" I greeted with a smile.

Luckily, there aren't other people in this place. They've already headed straight downstairs.

"How can you kill someone who's already dead?"

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

I can feel things that weren't supposed to see or hear.

"You have the same ability as someone I know," She clarified. "I know you were able to see me when we made eye contact yesterday."

Ghosts.

Like her.

"Does he go to this university?"

"Maybe."

"Amazing." I slid my hands inside my pocket. "Can he do this too?" Once I pulled the piece of paper, I promptly hurled it to her way. The second it got on through her, the woman let out a pretentious outcry as if she was being burned alive.

And that's what was really happening, the flame was slowly devouring her.

"What the fuck is this." She shrieked. "Why am I burning!"

"Oh, you asked? It's because of Seolwi-seolgyeong." I referred to the rectangular small piece of paper that was floating.

"CHOLWI-WHAT?"

Seolwi-seolgyeong is the term for an assortment of paper props set up to threaten away or lock up evil spirits in the venue where a scripture recitation ritual is staged by someone like me. It is visual expressions of the contents of the scriptures, while also serving as devices for locking up evil spirits in captivity. The make-up of these props is closely associated with the occasion of the ritual and the scripture recited by us.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!"

"Oh my, but I usually introduce myself like this sweetheart," I smugged.

"Who are you! How can you do this things!" She cried out.

There are lot of curious souls everywhere.

That's the reason why they get in more trouble.

"I'm Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul," I spoke. "I'm a Shaman."

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Damn is this what hell feels like.

Is this a dry run? Goodbye, y'all. I was prepared to vanish from the world, seeing Chittaphon's smirk when someone pushed him.

"JIMIN!" I screamed. "Thank God you're here! I'm being cooked!"

Jimin didn't hesitate and yanked the paper wafting through me. He didn't even flinch when he touched it, it didn't have an effect on him? "Yeon-ah, are you alright?!" He asked with wide, concerned eyes. "I was wondering where you are!"

"What kind of drama is this?" Chittaphon squinted his eyes, he was still laying on the ground. "Are you two lovers? I can't believe a living person and a soul who didn't know each other when one was still alive can have a nice bond. This is my first time witnessing this. Very unusual..."

"WHAT KIND OF MOTHERFUCKING PAPER WAS THAT," I spat, ignoring what he said.

"It's a special Seolwi-seolgyeong I made." He answered before he got up. "A special paper made to lock up or threaten evil spirits."

"But I am not an evil spirit!" I argued.

"I know, that's why you still look fine." He explained, checking my body. I looked down and noticed that I didn't have burns as if nothing just happened. "If you were one, you'll turn into ashes in a second and be locked inside this paper."

"Not cool," I uttered. Still not over of what just happened.

"I'm sorry, girly," He smirked.

"Who are you, and why in the world did you harm her like that!" Jimin growled.

"I always do that to avoid communications with the soul, and to capture the bad ones as well."

"Don't do it to her again because If you do," He whispered, his voice lower than normal. "I will break you."

"Woah, alright dude. But aren't you even going to say sorry first? You literally pushed me," He snickered.

Jimin cocked his head to the side, "You deserved that."

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"My family and I have a tradition of eliminating bad souls in this world. We go to different places, like a world tour, to burn and cage them." He shrugged. "We're Shamans from Thailand."

I puckered my lip. "What the hell is that?"

"We are known for our ability to communicate with the dead." He talked. "We would enter a trance, an altered state of consciousness, and thus cross over. These rituals, in which we would reach spiritual ecstasy, consisted of drumming, singing, dancing, or varieties of witchcraft which usually involve herbal work, animal magic, and invoking the spirits. We would also use our connections with the other side to see the future and heal community members."

"You mean to tell me you help others understand and cope with their grief?" I frowned.

"Maybe," He shrugged. "I'm honestly chaotic so sometimes I do the opposite."

The fuck.

"That's an amazing skill you got there..." I trailed. "But just don't just go throwing that paper around to anyone. I was burnt dead."

He bit his lip. "I thought you have bad intentions. Considering that I've already seen you in the past."

It surely caught the attention of the boy next to me, "What do you mean?" Jimin intrigued.

I clicked my tongue. "Were you one of my admirers when I was alive?"

"Ew?" Chittaphon made a face.

"Are you one of the students I've competed with before?"

"No," He answered.

Who the hell is this mf?

"Were you her ex-husband?" Jimin's eyes widened. I also dilated my eyes to match his stupidity.

"I don't even have any idea who this human is," I replied.

"Are you serious? Did you forget me already? I know our interaction was short but I can clearly remember you." He eyed my expression.

"I don't know a Chittaphon," I frowned.

"Ah whatever," He gave up. "It's not important anyway."

But when I remembered his English name, something flashed before my eyes.

"My grandson, I already called someone to help us!" The Ahjumma yelled.

The grandson she was talking about, peeked outside to check what was happening. He glanced at me and smirked.

I fluttered my eyes.

Wow, that's a fine young man.

"Thank you, young lady. Take this stone to your home." The old woman took my right hand and passed me a silver stone. "It may or may not do something helpful for your family." She smiled at me before she patted my shoulder and entered the car.

"Uh, thank you Ahjumma," I said and looked at the side mirror. He was no longer looking at me.

Who was he?

When I was about to continue what I was doing earlier, I saw a glimpse of the family member's name on the car's back window.

MOORE.

"Eh? Why am I suddenly feeling this?"

I'm sure I've heard that before.

"Is this what you call Deja Vu?"

"Oh shit! That's why the name written on the back of your car was so familiar to me!" I exclaimed in realization. "It was the same as Mandy Moore, one of my favorite singers!"

"Huh?" Jimin frowned.

"Yay. You remembered!" Chittaphon squealed.

"Yas!"

"I thought you forgot about me!"

"Why would I forget you? Your face is stunning I don't forget faces like yours!"

"I'll just pretend you didn't keep telling me how you didn't know me."

"I'll just pretend you didn't burn me alive either."

"Pretend buddies!" He clamored.

"Why can't I touch you though?" I asked. "Your grandma was able to hold me."

"My grandma is a different type of Shaman. She's on a very high level, like God level basically." He said. "She's still training me how to do it."

"Bruh, that's impressive," I gaped at him. "And can you tell your grandma thank you for me? She helped me a lot. Please?"

"Wow so cute. So darned cute..." He whispered.

I pointed myself, "Me?"

"No. I'm talking about me." He exclaimed, touching his own cheeks. "I'm going crazy from all the cuteness!"

"Why am I suddenly the third wheel here?" Jimin spoke.

"Pinky, I'll just pretend you didn't push me earlier," Chittaphon added.

"Pinky." He repeated.

"Pinky." He smiled.

"Y'all, maybe that is your always..." I suggested slowly.

"What's your name though?" He asked.

"Kim Jayeon."

"Park Jimin."

"You may kiss each other." He replied.

"What?"

He shrugged with a smirk.

"Hey, can I call you by your English name? Your name is so long I feel like I'm running out of breath even though I'm not even breathing," I asked him.

"Have you been calling me in your head?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Just call me Ten."

"Alright, Leechaiyapornkul." I smiled.

"Leecha—what?" Jimin interrupted.

"Leechaiyapornkul," I repeated.

"Leechawaiya—"

"It's Leechaiyapornkul," Ten recited.

"Leechawaiyapo—," He tried. "Leechayawaporn—"

"Stupid, this ain't a tongue twister," Ten snapped.

"Your name is so long, I can only remember porn."

"This bitch testing my patience," He trailed.

"And what do you mean by that?" He argued. "I don't like your guts. Ever since you did that to Jayeon I already don't like you."

"I don't like you too. So we're just equal here!"

"GUYS, one more fight and I'll kick your ass to Antarctica." Thank goodness I managed to stop the beef between the two.

Ten bit his lip, throwing a look to us. "Are you guys leaving already? Can I go with you?"

"Not like we have a choice, you'll still be coming with us even when we say no," Jimin answered.

Why is the salty today?

Baby, calm down. I wasn't hurt anyway.

"You should've looked carefully where you walk," Ten scowled.

The three of us were heading down when someone ran and stumbled to him. "I-I'm s-sorry," She stuttered.

Ten aggressively pushed the student's hand away, a sour grin on his face. "Don't even try touching me."

I sighed in defeat. This Shaman right here is a human version of headache. I'm good. I'm done.