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Psychology:

noun

the scientific study of the human mind and its functions, especially those affecting behaviour in a given context.

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I can't get it out of my brain.

My lungs still struggle to breath whenever I recall that mediocre day: the day when my world crashed down. The ringing of the bells still plays in my ear, and the feeling of suffocation still overwhelms my body everytime I close my eyes and attempt to sleep. The mad beating of my heart against my rib cage keeps me awake at most nights. My body still feels the burning sensation of the heat against my now scarred skin. Nothing felt the same anymore. I wasn't the same.

I look everyday at the mirror with dread, fearing that one day the events will repeat themselves and I will have to get tortured all over again. Everything was over, but the scars that decorated my body were reminders to me. Their job was to remind me of who I was and why I came that far in life. It reminded me why I chose the path that I chose and why I should continue seeking my success in it. It shaped my future and motivated me to stay strong and face the horrendous reality.

Life itself was a piece of cake. Sometimes, the cake is sweet, and you feel like you want more and more of it everytime you take a bite. Other times, the chocolate filling on the cake is done and all you taste is the same, old, plain cake, then you feel like you don't want any more bites. The most common one, however, is the cake that gets filled beyond its capacity and you just can't eat it. It looks and feels heavy to the point that you don't even want to put it anywhere near your mouth.

My life was a mixture of the first and the third. I had no middle option. The first half of the cake was sweet, while the rest of it was just a heavy burden, and I had to carry that half on my shoulders for what seemed to me like the rest of my life. Things did end up going in my own way, but the amounts of things I sacrificed, and the amounts of failures and hardships I had to go through were still in me, because that was the piece of cake that I accidentally ate.

The most difficult aspect of my life were humans. It was where the chocolate on my cake went overload, and I couldn't handle it anymore; It was where everything started. Understanding the human brain and its complexity was something that I dedicated myself to. I worked hard, day and night, just to get to where I was at the moment: a well known therapist, and a university professor. My life has always been a mess because of this one choice that a stranger made when I was younger, and that was where my obsession with psychology started.

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"Hey. I called a few times today, but it seems like were still asleep. If you are hearing this right now, I just want to tell you that your meeting with Mr. Byung Chul has been postponed till tomorrow. He won't be able to come due to family reasons, so please do excuse him," I heard Chun Hei, my assistant, say through my telephone's speakers. I sighed after hearing the beep, signalling that the message was over.

"Great," I mumbled to myself as I plopped myself down on the couch and grabbed my coffee mug which was placed near the edge of my living room table. Normally, I'd make sure to scold myself if I ever see my mug placed at the edge of the table, but seeing how messy my table was, I let it slide. There were tons of worksheets scattered all over my table and a couple of huge books and blue pens resting on the couch right next to me. My laptop screen was not bent down completely, and so I was capable of seeing my morning face's reflection on it.

The sight of my morning face made me sigh again so I bent down the laptop screen fully and slid my glasses down from the top of my head all the way to my nose bridge.

I was about to start reading the ten pages of my favorite book until a ring on my phone disturbed me. I bent myself over and set my mug down on the table again before checking my notifications.

It was an email from the university that I worked for.

Dear Doctor Sun Hee,

I'd like to inform you that starting next week, we'll be giving our students some practical tests. We would deeply appreciate it if you contribute to the planning of those tests. There will be meetings held on Thursday and Tuseday at nearly five o'clock.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

I just looked at the screen with no forms of emotion. There was nothing for me to feel. It was just my normal everyday life. Being a psychologist was something that I wanted and now that I'm special at it, I get to put it double the effort that is required from me. I never really minded that since I knew that this path was filled with obstacles.

I checked the time on the clock that hung against the wall behind my TV and then stood up to get dressed. My first class starts at nearly nine o'clock, so I had to be there at eight thirty to sign myself in.

I took my morning shower and dressed up formally. I never really liked wearing skirts, so pants were my only option and they HAD to be black. Then ofcourse, my shirt, my blazer and my heels. Not to mention of course my hair- always in a bun. The only thing left to do was drive all the way to work.

The moment I step out of my car and onto campus, it feels as though a train just ran over my heart. I hated crowded places, and this whole campus was like a mall on black Fridays. Of course, you got the typical types of students that you see in every single university: the popular, badass group, the "stay away from us" group, the "we are too pretty for you to look" at group, the "we are too humble so you see you at lunch" group and finally, the "I'm not free for such bullshit, I got some studying to do" group. I honestly preferred the last type of group, because most of the time, the kids around here don't want to hang out with them since they are the "nerds" of the campus, but they are always too quiet and never pester me or anyone else.

"Woooaaahhh!" I heard a group of students shout a couple of feet ahead of me. Someone was holding a phone with a video playing on it, and many students mobbed the holder of the phone for a look at the video.

"Damn! How could he possibly do that?!" I heard one of the male students exclaim with wide eyes.

"He literally just smiled and that other dude went nuts!" Another said. Hearing this actually made me quiet curious to figure out who they were talking about, so I inched a bit closer to two girls watching the same video away from the group of males who nearly crushed them.

"Wow," I heard one of them say.

"Okay that was dope," The other one commented. I couldn't quiet see what they were watching, so I couldn't help but wonder what caught the attention of so many students.

"Who is he?" I heard one girl ask.

"Oh, him? He is Jung Hoseok, also known as J-Hope, master of illusion and uh- a professional hypnotist," her colleague answered, and so I raised my eyebrows automatically.

"A what?" The girl asked.

"A hypnotist. You know, the people who do such tricks and like, control other people's behaviours."

"That sounds so cool."

"Yeah. You know, I've seen so many hypnotists before, but he is different. His smile is his weapon. He'd look deep into your eyes like he is searching for your soul and then gives out a smile that captures the soul that he finds. After that it is just over for whoever he is hypnotizing. He is too good to the point that he can kill someone only by saying one word," I heard and it made my heart beats fasten.

"No way."

"Oh way. But I heard he was a jerk. Nothing good normally comes out from hanging out with such a person."

"Still, look at his face! Isn't he-" I started walking away when the conversation became pretty much useless.

A hypnotist? Only ones who master psychology practically can take someone into a trance. Not only did this Jung Hoseok guy take others into a trance, but I heard he does it with only his smile. How was this possible? I've been studying about the human brain for so long, and I've never seen such a thing before.

Later that night, I kept on twisting and turning in my bed. If such a person exists, then I have to know how he does it. Acquiring such skills was one of the main reasons to why I decided to dedicate my life to studying about the human brain, and I have taken others into a trance a couple of times before, but never have I ever seen such technique of drifting others into their unconcious mind. I did watch the video that got all the students crazy, and he indeed did nothing but smile at the dude in front of him. Something about his eyes were demonic, and I felt uncomfortable just watching him take others into a trance behind a screen. His smile was very innocent yet so irritating and the temptation to look into his eyes was too strong to resist. Such a person needed a strong mindset to prevent him from entering the mind and taking control of a person's body. It needs someone who has full control over his brain. Only then will it be hard for him to penetrate their thoughts.

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Hello there my lovelies!

First chapter!

What do you think so far? I know nothing of psychology to be honest , so I'll just start making things up... XD

I really look forward to writing this story... and I hope I come up with an interesting plot.

Don't forget to take care and love yourselves,

Thank you all,

I love you,

-R 💜💜