"You can also not tell them, if their reactions annoy you. Or you could tell and brag about it, if you don't care about their reactions. I don't mind either, it's your choice to make. The only saying I have in this is letting you borrow my bike or not, and I chose to do it," my eyes met her again. "Keep it, or I'll feel bad about it," then I added, "please, love."
Staring back into my eyes, Yeji swallowed, visually shaken, doing her best to hide my affect on her, her eyes going to the keys, then to me again, as she clenched her jaw harder, "I will kill you if you keep playing with me like this, Moon Seok-jin."
"Yeah?" I purred, taking a step closer to her, facing down, "Is that a promise or a threat, love?"
Yeji stood her ground, glaring back at me, unmoving, "Both."
"Telling me not to do something only makes me want to do it more, love," I whispered to her, lowering my head to face her better, and slowly her cheeks began to redden. "Especially when I know you don't want me to really back away, do you, love?" I blinked slowly, bringing my eyes to her lips, and to her eyes again, and when my eyes paused on hers, they were set on my lips, before coming up again, and she gulped when I caught her eyes there. "No, you don't. Because you're playing with me too," I breathed.
"I don't provoke you,"
"I wouldn't say that, love, when we both know you do," I stopped her. "Which I don't mind at all, I actually love it. Feel free to provoke me all you want, but keep in mind that there will be a moment, I won't keep playing the good in-control guy, and you will have to deal with the sweet consequences of your actions."
"Since when have you been playing the good guy, Seokjin?"
I brushed her mockery off with a tilt of my pretty head, "You think I've been playing the bad guy, love?" I purred amusedly. "Oh, no. This is me being the good guy, when I start being the bad guy, you will know, since I'll come straight at you to deal with those unfinished business of ours."
"We have no unfinished business," she snapped, flushed.
"Is that so?" I grinned. "Do you even believe that?"
"Oh? Is that her?" A loud annoyingly familiar voice shouted from meters far from us, and I instinctively stepped away from her, turning to face Axel Todd-Hazelwood, our intrusive freaky headmaster. "Let me take a look at you, dear," he came even closer and I did my best not to shoo him away with a punch so he wouldn't touch my girl. "Your father told me lots of things about you early this morning!"
"Well, that's funny, because he doesn't know me that well yet, to be able to brag about me to others," she scoffed, taking a step away from him, closer to me, which definitely made me grin satisfied. "You are?"
"I am Axel Todd-Hazelwood, dear, Valhalla's headmaster!"
"Hm," she eyed him from head to toe, judging shamelessly, "you don't look much like I had envisioned you in my head."
The idiot chuckled, "And how was that, dear?"
"Like Dumbledore, or Gandalf," she folded her arms over her chest. "Gigantic, pale, old, long silver hair, long beard, and all. Anything that give you an elderly, wise vibe. Or, I don't know, like, Yoda. You look…" she gave him another head to toe look, "very ordinary and human."
Gasping, his brown eyes turned to me, "Did you influence her to say this, you rude brat?"
I smirked, "Me? Oh, no. That's all her. It's part of her charm."
"Did you just call me average?" He gasped at her.
She blinked, "Ordinary doesn't equals average, sir. I'm just saying you do not look like the headmaster of a magical academy. Those are the references of mentors I had, so I thought you would go by it. But you look very human, your sun-kissed skin makes you look even younger. Maybe a professor, like black Snape, but I wouldn't expect you to be the headmaster this young," she clicked her tongue. "You should know the difference."
That shut him up for a minute, a long minute, a minute that took all of me it not to fold laughing my ass off of his stupid face. "Hm, right, I was just testing you," he chuckled awkwardly and she side-eyed me as if asking me if I was seeing the same as her, then her eyes went back to him. "So, how should I call you, dear?" Okay, so let's act like that didn't happen. "Aileen, Mischief, or Yeji? Your father told me you go by both."
"Which one is the most memorable for you, sir?"
"Mischief definitely stays on our mind," he blinked.
"Then call me Mischief," she smiled, but I didn't reach her eyes.
"Mischief… Solomon?" He asked, testing the water.
"Mischief… Nosht-Choi Solomon," Yeji tilted her head and turned her eyes to me. "How about that?"
"Wanna put both together?" She nodded softly. "Then how about, Mischief Aileen Salvatore Nosht-Choi Solomon? Italian, Bulgarian-Korean and American. All while keeping the names both your mom and your dad picked for you. Choi Ye-ji staying as your Korean name."
She cocked an eyebrow at me, giving me a quick up and down look and a mischievous grin curled up her lips as she clicked her tongue and turned to the Headmaster who was all but watching us, "Mischief Aileen Salvatore Nosht-Choi Solomon it is then."
The Headmaster side-eyed me in dismay, then back to her, giving her a nod, "Alright, I'll set your registration like that then, dear. As you're Abigail's twin, I take you're from October 7th of 2005, yeah? Thus making you 18 years old?"
"I suppose that's how it goes with twins, yeah," she scoffed.
"That would technically put you 2 years under Moon Nishimura."
We both blinked, "Technically?" We questioned together.
"Both your fathers, Silas and Yoshihiro, requested me to set you in Dai-Jin's grade, year 15, with the lower juniors, as well as to set you in the Snake tower, and put you in all of his classes," turning around, he snapped his left fingers and using his telekinesis, he grabbed all of her things and took it off of my hand, striding towards the doors. "He is the Snake Tower leader, and your brother, Silas, is the vice-leader, so, by staying in there, you will be under their total surveillance. Dai-Jin will be able to effectively help you with your locked abilities, and with your training."
"It will be too much for her," I gasped.
She glared at me, offended, "I am capable of anything."
"That's not what I meant, ajumma. What I meant, is that all of my classes are advanced in magic, physical magical training, physical training, magical theory, and you have no preparation yet. Besides, all the class is older than you, and you will be a target because they will try to fuck you up, for both being your father's daughter, for receiving this clear privileged treatment that not even your sister or your brother got, when in theory, you know less than the kids in grade 1," I growled exasperated, turning to the Headmaster who had turned to us, tense.
Sigh, "I agree with you, Moon Nishimura, but you know better than me that what the council decide, it's to be obeyed. Saying they requested it to me, is a kinder way to say they ordered me to do it," he turned to Yeji, apologetically. "He isn't gaslighting you, you should be in grade 13, dear. The academy works by age, no one has any privileged treatment. Grade 13 is the grade of the kids who started the school year at 17, and are to end it at 18. Your case, and it's Abigail's grade. Grade 15 is for the kids who will end this school year at 20, his case."
"And Four," I added. "His birthday is 4 days after the school year ends, in June, he always turns in summer vacation. So, he'll end at 20 too."
"Shit," she swallowed. "That doesn't sound good."
"Definitely not, especially if you don't want me to start saving your ass on a daily basis, ajumma," I said it in the clearest way, and she finally got what all this meant, and that I was not, in any way, looking down on her. "More than that," I passed a hand over my hair, stressed, "everyone above grade 9 knows how to control their Spoken bonds enough to use them as killing weapons."
Cursing under her breath, she clenched her jaw, "If that's true, then what the hell were they thinking when taking such a decision, damn it?"
"They are thinking ahead," I sighed. "That might not be the best, at all, decision right now, when you're still magic-less and unaware of most things in the neatherworld, but it is the best decision for when you unlock your magic." Fuck, this will be troublesome.
"But we don't know when I'll awaken, ahjussi," she growled.
"And that, ajumma, is the problem here," I bit my bottom lip.
"Moon Nishimura is right, again," he kept walking further inside the castle, in the direction of the northeastern tower, mine. Ours now. "Your father told me you can communicate with… five animals, is that true?" He didn't turn to us, but I could tell he was anxious by his scent.
"Yes," she whispered, coming closer to me, as if he unnerved her, which wouldn't be weird, since he unnerves me too. "Snakes, ravens, rats, dobermans, and black cats."
I held the urge to intertwine my hand with her and bring her even closer to me and away from him, clenching my hands and unclenching them hard enough to make my knuckles pale. "It's true. Her main snake guardian is sleeping back in the penthouse, and will be here when they wake up, and in no time, I bet the ravens will begin to roam around the academy to keep their eyes on her and any possible danger to her, like they have been doing while roaming about our building ever since I rescued her."
"Hell be damned, snakes and ravens," he whispered in awe. "Here I thought I wouldn't live long enough to ever see the banned races bonding to a neather again. Definitely not at the same time, with the same person."
"None of us did, jiji," I scoffed.