View From The Other Side
HEY!!! This is my first major collaboration with another author. Me and
sycoraxsnow created this universe for a story, and will be revisiting for quite a few side fix. We have also decided to do something rather interesting with the main story...My side of the story is STRICTLY from Yoochun's POV, while she's writing from Yunho's POV. Basically, that means that if you read my chapter and are curious as to why Yunho's acting a certain way, or what's going through his head, you have to read hers as well, and vice versa!!! I hope you like this, since it's my first ever full blown fic in the genre!!!!
Title:View From The Other Side
Author:renichifreak (with the help of sycoraxsnow)
Rating:PG13, though we may up the rating at around the halfway point of the story-we'll let everyone know
Pairings:YunChun(main), KangTeuk, HanChul, EunHae, plus more
Genre:AU/mystery/comedy/drama/romance(there's something for everyone)
Summary:For a transfer student from America and a bored second year, their lives are about to become that much more complicated. A series of 'attacks' occur after their first meeting that 'could have gone better'. As they, with the help of their friends, try to uncover the identity of the 'attacker', they uncover much more than they ever expected...
a/n-Check out Yunho's point side right here!!
After dropping the final box onto the floor, he followed suite. Leaning back to rest on his elbows, he looked around his new dorm and sighed heavily.
"Damn, I hate moving..." he grumbled, nudging at the box by his feet. "No more. They'll be prying out my cold, dead carcass." He then rolled his eyes at his own overly dramatic statement.
Yoochun, having spent much of his childhood moving from one parent to the other, had finally been able to transfer from the community college he had been attending in America, to the well known University in his motherland, Korea. He had worked multiple jobs to earn enough to afford the plane ticket, and to help with the tuition, all to get away from the fighting and guilt trips that his parents put him and his younger brother through.
'Speaking of...' Yoochun thought, pulling out his phone and dialing a familiar number. After a few rings, someone answered.
growled a sleep-filled voice, making the elder laugh.
"It's 11am, Bro. Why are you still asleep?"
he chuckled.
"Yup. Just brought in the last box."
"No."
"No roommate. I'm not in the States, anymore. We have single dorms."
He laughed at his brother's annoyance. "Sorry, Kid. What can ya do?"
<...I'm hanging up on you now...> Before he could respond, he was met with nothing but a dial tone. He was about to put away his phone when it beeped, signaling a text. He opened it and couldn't help but smile.
Good luck, Chunnie Hyung...ILU
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"OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!!!!!!!" he chanted as he rushed around his room. He had overslept and was now throwing on a light button-up shirt and fastening the button of his jeans, while at the same time, gathering up what he'd need for his first class, which was held on the other side of campus. Shooting a quick glance at his watch, he realized that he would still make it in time if he skipped breakfast and just ran the whole way. Not even caring that he had only managed two buttons on his shirt, he slipped into his shoes and left his room. He rounded the next corner...
...and ran into what felt like a brick wall. He hit the ground hard, his bag landing a foot or so away.
"I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!! I'm running late and-"
"I don't care, just watch it."
Bristling at the rudeness, Yoochun glanced up at the stranger. He was a few inches taller than him, and clearly stronger, considering the fact that he hadn't budged while Yoochun was on the ground. His face was defined and angular, giving him an almost rugged look. Midnight eyes were partially hidden by chocolate tresses, which reached to the base of the man's neck, secured in a low ponytail.
"Weren't you running late, or something?" he asked, his voice lacking any real emotion.
Yoochun's eyes widened considerably. "Shit!! I'm so screwed!!" With a glare, he scrambled to his feet, grabbed his bag, and took off down the hall and out the door.
During his run, his mind went back to the guy in the hall. 'Damn, he's strong...I mean, I know I'm kinda light, but he didn't even flinch, and I was running top speed!!'
Five minutes later, his classroom entered his vision. Picking up speed, he darted into the building and into his classroom, with only a minute to spare. Falling into an empty seat, he placed his bag on the floor and dropped his head against the table, trying desperately to regain the breath lost during his mad dash across campus. He nearly released a yelp as something cold was pressed against his cheek. Looking up, he was met with a blinding smile. Blinking, he noticed the water bottle in the person's hand.
"Go ahead. You look like you could use it way more than me."
Looking from the bottle, to the boy, he smiled a bit and accepted the drink. "Thanx," he whispered deeply, still tired. After taking a long drink, he turned toward the other man and smiled slighty. "You have no idea how much I needed that."
"I'll bet. Lemme guess. You're in the dorms on the other side of campus, right?"
He blinked. "Uh, yeah. How'd you know?"
The brunette just laughed. "I lived there last year, before my friend and I got our apartment." He paused. "Plus, most of my friends live in that dorm and someone mentioned something about a transfer student. That would be you, right?"
"Yup. That's me."
"I'm Junsu, by the way."
"Yoochun."
Before any more could be said, the door opened, admitting the teacher, who seemed to be far more easygoing than most he'd had since high school. The man, who didn't appear to be very many years older than he was, had shaggy dark hair covered by a deep blue hat. His dark denim jeans and dress shirt seemed to suit him. He had an air of informality that caught Yoochun off-guard.
He leaned over and muttered, "Is that the teacher?"
Junsu laughed. "Yeah. He's a great teacher. I guess he studied in America, so his English is amazing. He's really good at making sure we learn the language and are able to understand, instead of just teaching it." Frowning, he thought about what he had just said. "That made a lot more sense in my head..."
As the Professor was reading through the roll sheet, he stopped at his name. "Park Yoochun. You're the transfer student, right?"
"Yessir."
The man waved his hand at him. "No Sir. Tablo Hyung works, unless my boss shows up, and even then, I don't care. Anyway-" Switching to English, he asked, "I hope you have some idea of what I'm saying to you, right?"
"I think I can figure it out," he responded back fluently, his lack of accent causing the teacher's brow to lift in pleasant surprise.
"Where're you coming from?"
"Virginia."
"I see." he paused before continuing. "You prob'ly won't get called on much. I enjoy torturing the ones that have no idea what I'm saying, like the student next to you, for instance." Turning, Yoochun was met with Junsu's chocolate eyes, which shone with utter confusion. "And just so you know," Tablo smirked, "You're not allowed to speak Korean in this class after the bell's rung."
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"Wow!! You transferred from the States?! That's so awesome!! Maybe you can help my friend and I. I mean, we really kinda suck at English, so we took the class so we could get better, but all he can say is 'Nice weather' and 'You are so gorgeous' without looking like a total clown!"
The two were walking back to Yoochun's dorm after the lecture, since apparently, Junsu spent most of his time there, along with his friend.
"I'm sure he's not that bad..."
"Wanna bet? He couldn't speak English to save his life...or anyone else's, for that matter!"
"You're such an asshole, Su," stated a voice from behind the pair.
Turning around, Yoochun observed the newcomer. He was about 5'7" or so, and insanely skinny, though there was clear definition in his arms and legs, revealing his dancing background. His auburn hair was cut in a choppy style, bangs covering one mahogany eye as he stood there, arms crossed and tapping his foot in annoyance. His handsome face held a frown, though Yoochun was able to see the smile fighting to be seen, apparently not used to being hidden.
Junsu chuckled nervously as he turned. "Hyukjae! What a pleasant surprise! I didn't see you there..."
"Well obviously, Moron. Now what's this about me sucking at English?"
"Well, you do, though..." He trailed off at the glare.
"I'm not the greatest-" Junsu snorted at the comment. "But at least I'm not nearly as bad as you or Heechul Hyung." Ignoring his friend's irked expression, the boy now known to him as Hyukjae turned to him. "Hey. The name's Hyukjae, but just call me Eunhyuk."
"Yoochun."
"Sorry you had to deal with Junsu's sorry ass on your first day. I wouldn't usually wish that on my worst enemy."
Yoochun laughed at the indignant cry from Junsu. "It's fine."
"Mind if I join you? I was on my way to meet everyone at the dorm anyway."
"Sure. The more, the merrier."
"I'd be merrier if Hyukjae would just stop following me around," Junsu grumbled.
"It's not following if we were headed to the same place to begin with."
"Keep on telling yourself that."
Yoochun watched in amusement as the two friends-'best friends,' he thought-bickered the rest of the way to the dorm, with one occasionally stating that yes, the other was as stupid as he appeared. They had just arrived when Junsu's cell went off. Pulling it out, he flipped it open and scanned the text. Smirking, he followed the other two into the building. When they reached the common area, however, Junsu stopped and grabbed Yoochun's arm, pulling him to the side. He was about to ask why when Eunhyuk was tackled by a brunette blur.
"Hyukkie!!" he yelled, as he proceeded to hug the boy on the ground.
"Hae, you've gotta stop greeting me like this...you left bruises last time," he sighed.
The attacker sat up, but didn't move from his position straddling Eunhyuk's hips. "But you always have such a great reaction!!"
Yoochun leaned closer to Junsu and whispered, "Are those two dating?"
Junsu laughed. "They would've hooked up already if Hyukjae wasn't so freakin' dense. He's frighteningly intuitive unless it involves him. It's quite funny, actually, but he's got a few admirers, including a teacher."
Yoochun's eyes widened. "Are you serious?! A teacher?!"
He nodded. "I believe you've met. Tablo Huyng."
Before he could reply, his attention was drawn by the brunette, who was dragging Eunhyuk with him. He was about Eunhyuk's height, but appeared heavier due to the larger muscle tone as opposed to the other's more wiry frame. His shoulder length wavy hair seemed a perfect fit for the young man. His deep eyes shone with kindness, as did his million watt smile. "Hey!! I'm Donghae. You're the new guy in the dorm, right?"
"Yeah. Yoochun."
"Where'd you transfer from?" asked another voice in the doorway. Looking, he saw one of the prettiest guys he'd ever seen. He was pretty much his size, height and build wise, but had jet-black hair that rested softly against his jawbone, framing his smooth skin, matched with equally dark eyes. His stylish and form-fitting outfit emphasized the well toned body hidden underneath.
Well-"
"Oh!! We haven't even introduced ourselves yet!" Donghae blurted out, "I'm Donghae, but you know that already. You also know Hyukkie and Susu, but the guy by the door is Jaejoong Hyung. The two glued to the Playstation are Changmin and Kyuhyun. Hey, GameKyu!! Min!! Say hi!!" They both waved carelessly before again giving the video game their undivided attention. "Ummm...is there anyone I'm missing?"
A loud shriek interrupted any answer. A moment later, in stormed a gorgeous redhead, radiating righteous fury. Not a hair was out of place, and the same could be said for his stylish outfit, no wrinkles to be seen. Behind him was a man about the same age as the first, with well defined and gentle features. His eyes were very warm, though were covered partially by a shock of snow white bangs. A dancer's body was clearly seen by the muscle shirt and low-sitting jeans. The redhead met Jaejoong's gaze and stormed over to him.
Pointing at the confused man, he exclaimed, "Your boyfriend is pissing me off!!!!"
He rolled his eyes. "For the last time, Hyung, Yunho is not my boyfriend."
"Yesung Hyung is," Eunhyuk and Junsu muttered, only to let out a quiet 'eep!' at the two death glares shot their way.
"He's being a bitch. Make him stop."
"It's pretty much your fault anyway, Jae," Junsu pointed out.
"Yes," the angry man agreed. "Stop him. Now."
"Heenim Hyung and Hannie Hyung, sit down and meet the new guy!" Donghae exclaimed, as usual trying to use his cheerful attitude to diffuse the situation. After glaring at the brunette for a minute, the redhead sighed and fell-'elegantly,' Yoochun chuckled-onto the couch while the dancer relaxed, taking a seat next to him. "So, yeah...This is Yoochun."
"Heechul," grumbled the redhead, arms crossed over his chest.
The dancer smiled kindly. "Please forgive Heechul Hyung. He's had a bad morning," he began, accent thick in his voice. "My name is Han Geng, but please feel free to use Hankyung."
"Are you Chinese, by any chance?"
He nodded. "I've only been in Korea for a few years. I transferred a couple years ago, so I know what it's like," he explained.
"Where'd you transfer from?" Jaejoong asked, repeating his earlier question.
"America."
"Hey!" Donghae exclaimed. "Henry and Kibummie speak English! Oh, Kibummie's my bestest friend, next to Hyukkie, and spent like, ten years or something in California, and Henry lived in Canada."
Eunhyuk looked at Donghae. "Hae, how much coffee have you had...?"
"Not nearly enough, I can tell you that much right now," he responded, sitting on the floor, his back against the wall.
"Hyung?" Eunhyuk asked, looking at Jaejoong. Smiling, the older man held up 6 fingers, causing both Eunhyuk and Junsu to groan.
"What? Are you bad with caffeine?" Yoochun asked Donghae.
"Put it this way," Jaejoong answered instead. "He's a 'coffee with his sugar' kind of guy."
He nodded in understanding. "Gotchya."
"That, and he's only been awake for a half-hour."
"So what're we doing today?" Eunhyuk questioned as he plopped down in his friend's lap, allowing the brunette to wrap a muscular arm around his thin waist.
"Waiting for Yunho, I guess," Jaejoong replied, earning a glare from Heechul. "He should be here soon." He paused for a moment. "I think he was supposed to meet up with Kangin Hyung, so maybe he'll be able to calm Yunho down."
"Yeah, keep dreaming. When was the last time Kangin Hyung helped calm him down?" Junsu asked.
"Right. I mean, he's usually the one that makes him even more pissed off," Eunhyuk added.
"I just saw Yunho Hyung and Kangin Hyung both on their way here," stated a deep voice from next to Kyuhyun, causing everyone other than Eunhyuk, Donghae, and Kyuhyun to jump. Turning, Yoochun blinked owlishly at the newcomer, wondering how he had possibly missed him. He had short, raven hair, covered by a black beanie, and sharp eyes, if the way he was staring intensely at the video game he was currently playing against Kyuhyun was any indication.-'Wasn't he playing that Changmin kid a second ago?'- He was also sporting a fitted black t-shirt and dark jean shorts.
"Um, was he here the whole time?" Yoochun wondered, looking around the room for any more people that he might have missed.
Eunhyuk was the one to answer. "That's Kibum. He's our resident ninja."
"He's one of Donghae's friends from childhood. He and Eunhyuk are the only ones he ever really talks to," Junsu replied quietly before adding, "They're also the only ones that ever realize he's around."
"He kinda just blends into the background," Changmin inserted, joining them.
"Kyuhyun notices, too, though I'm surprised. I'd be amazed if he realizes that we're even here when he's using that stupid system of his," Jaejoong grumbled, only to squeak in surprise when he was hit in the head by an empty water bottle, courtesy of the younger.
"How long have you been here?" Donghae asked, laughing as Jaejoong rubbed his forehead glared at both the boy and Heechul, who seemed far too amused at the action.
"Long enough, Hyung," Kibum replied quietly, trying his hardest against Kyuhyun.
"So, what are you majoring in?" Eunhyuk asked, curious.
"Performing Arts," he replied.
"Hey! Same as me!" he exclaimed, happy to have a new friend in his classes. "What's your specialty?"
"Singing and piano, mostly, though I compose, as well."
"We have a few friends who are music majors, and a couple are primarilly singers," Junsu explained.
"Yeah," added Changmin, who had joined the group, taking a seat on the couch. "We also kinda created a bunch of clubs for dancing, singing, and things like that."
"You should totally join the singing group. It's a blast," Donghae recommended, playing with the hem of Eunhyuk's fitted T-shirt.
"I'll think about it. I wanna try to get a handle on this place first, but it's a distinct possibility," Yoochun said, smiling at the two on the floor.
"Careful, though," Jaejoong chimed in. "Yesung's looking for a keyboardist for his band."
"True," Eunhyuk said. "He was bitching about it at practice yesterday. Our other one quit."
"Who's Yesung?"
"Yesung's the leader of the Vocal Club, and lead singer of a band called AOTPB," Jaejoong answered. "He'll be around soon enough."
It appeared that Heechul was about to say something, but was stopped when they heard a small commotion from outside. Yoochun had turned to see what it was, when in walked a tall figure, followed by a shorter, but much more muscular person. One glimpse, however, had Yoochun pointing in a mixture of shock and anger, eyes wide.
"YOU!"
sycoraxsnow created this universe for a story, and will be revisiting for quite a few side fix. We have also decided to do something rather interesting with the main story...My side of the story is STRICTLY from Yoochun's POV, while she's writing from Yunho's POV. Basically, that means that if you read my chapter and are curious as to why Yunho's acting a certain way, or what's going through his head, you have to read hers as well, and vice versa!!! I hope you like this, since it's my first ever full blown fic in the genre!!!!
Title:View From The Other Side
Author:renichifreak (with the help of sycoraxsnow)
Rating:PG13, though we may up the rating at around the halfway point of the story-we'll let everyone know
Pairings:YunChun(main), KangTeuk, HanChul, EunHae, plus more
Genre:AU/mystery/comedy/drama/romance(there's something for everyone)
Summary:For a transfer student from America and a bored second year, their lives are about to become that much more complicated. A series of 'attacks' occur after their first meeting that 'could have gone better'. As they, with the help of their friends, try to uncover the identity of the 'attacker', they uncover much more than they ever expected...
a/n-Check out Yunho's point side right here!!
After dropping the final box onto the floor, he followed suite. Leaning back to rest on his elbows, he looked around his new dorm and sighed heavily.
"Damn, I hate moving..." he grumbled, nudging at the box by his feet. "No more. They'll be prying out my cold, dead carcass." He then rolled his eyes at his own overly dramatic statement.
Yoochun, having spent much of his childhood moving from one parent to the other, had finally been able to transfer from the community college he had been attending in America, to the well known University in his motherland, Korea. He had worked multiple jobs to earn enough to afford the plane ticket, and to help with the tuition, all to get away from the fighting and guilt trips that his parents put him and his younger brother through.
'Speaking of...' Yoochun thought, pulling out his phone and dialing a familiar number. After a few rings, someone answered.
"It's 11am, Bro. Why are you still asleep?"
"Yup. Just brought in the last box."
"No."
"No roommate. I'm not in the States, anymore. We have single dorms."
He laughed at his brother's annoyance. "Sorry, Kid. What can ya do?"
<...I'm hanging up on you now...> Before he could respond, he was met with nothing but a dial tone. He was about to put away his phone when it beeped, signaling a text. He opened it and couldn't help but smile.
Good luck, Chunnie Hyung...ILU
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"OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!!!!!!!" he chanted as he rushed around his room. He had overslept and was now throwing on a light button-up shirt and fastening the button of his jeans, while at the same time, gathering up what he'd need for his first class, which was held on the other side of campus. Shooting a quick glance at his watch, he realized that he would still make it in time if he skipped breakfast and just ran the whole way. Not even caring that he had only managed two buttons on his shirt, he slipped into his shoes and left his room. He rounded the next corner...
...and ran into what felt like a brick wall. He hit the ground hard, his bag landing a foot or so away.
"I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!! I'm running late and-"
"I don't care, just watch it."
Bristling at the rudeness, Yoochun glanced up at the stranger. He was a few inches taller than him, and clearly stronger, considering the fact that he hadn't budged while Yoochun was on the ground. His face was defined and angular, giving him an almost rugged look. Midnight eyes were partially hidden by chocolate tresses, which reached to the base of the man's neck, secured in a low ponytail.
"Weren't you running late, or something?" he asked, his voice lacking any real emotion.
Yoochun's eyes widened considerably. "Shit!! I'm so screwed!!" With a glare, he scrambled to his feet, grabbed his bag, and took off down the hall and out the door.
During his run, his mind went back to the guy in the hall. 'Damn, he's strong...I mean, I know I'm kinda light, but he didn't even flinch, and I was running top speed!!'
Five minutes later, his classroom entered his vision. Picking up speed, he darted into the building and into his classroom, with only a minute to spare. Falling into an empty seat, he placed his bag on the floor and dropped his head against the table, trying desperately to regain the breath lost during his mad dash across campus. He nearly released a yelp as something cold was pressed against his cheek. Looking up, he was met with a blinding smile. Blinking, he noticed the water bottle in the person's hand.
"Go ahead. You look like you could use it way more than me."
Looking from the bottle, to the boy, he smiled a bit and accepted the drink. "Thanx," he whispered deeply, still tired. After taking a long drink, he turned toward the other man and smiled slighty. "You have no idea how much I needed that."
"I'll bet. Lemme guess. You're in the dorms on the other side of campus, right?"
He blinked. "Uh, yeah. How'd you know?"
The brunette just laughed. "I lived there last year, before my friend and I got our apartment." He paused. "Plus, most of my friends live in that dorm and someone mentioned something about a transfer student. That would be you, right?"
"Yup. That's me."
"I'm Junsu, by the way."
"Yoochun."
Before any more could be said, the door opened, admitting the teacher, who seemed to be far more easygoing than most he'd had since high school. The man, who didn't appear to be very many years older than he was, had shaggy dark hair covered by a deep blue hat. His dark denim jeans and dress shirt seemed to suit him. He had an air of informality that caught Yoochun off-guard.
He leaned over and muttered, "Is that the teacher?"
Junsu laughed. "Yeah. He's a great teacher. I guess he studied in America, so his English is amazing. He's really good at making sure we learn the language and are able to understand, instead of just teaching it." Frowning, he thought about what he had just said. "That made a lot more sense in my head..."
As the Professor was reading through the roll sheet, he stopped at his name. "Park Yoochun. You're the transfer student, right?"
"Yessir."
The man waved his hand at him. "No Sir. Tablo Hyung works, unless my boss shows up, and even then, I don't care. Anyway-" Switching to English, he asked, "I hope you have some idea of what I'm saying to you, right?"
"I think I can figure it out," he responded back fluently, his lack of accent causing the teacher's brow to lift in pleasant surprise.
"Where're you coming from?"
"Virginia."
"I see." he paused before continuing. "You prob'ly won't get called on much. I enjoy torturing the ones that have no idea what I'm saying, like the student next to you, for instance." Turning, Yoochun was met with Junsu's chocolate eyes, which shone with utter confusion. "And just so you know," Tablo smirked, "You're not allowed to speak Korean in this class after the bell's rung."
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"Wow!! You transferred from the States?! That's so awesome!! Maybe you can help my friend and I. I mean, we really kinda suck at English, so we took the class so we could get better, but all he can say is 'Nice weather' and 'You are so gorgeous' without looking like a total clown!"
The two were walking back to Yoochun's dorm after the lecture, since apparently, Junsu spent most of his time there, along with his friend.
"I'm sure he's not that bad..."
"Wanna bet? He couldn't speak English to save his life...or anyone else's, for that matter!"
"You're such an asshole, Su," stated a voice from behind the pair.
Turning around, Yoochun observed the newcomer. He was about 5'7" or so, and insanely skinny, though there was clear definition in his arms and legs, revealing his dancing background. His auburn hair was cut in a choppy style, bangs covering one mahogany eye as he stood there, arms crossed and tapping his foot in annoyance. His handsome face held a frown, though Yoochun was able to see the smile fighting to be seen, apparently not used to being hidden.
Junsu chuckled nervously as he turned. "Hyukjae! What a pleasant surprise! I didn't see you there..."
"Well obviously, Moron. Now what's this about me sucking at English?"
"Well, you do, though..." He trailed off at the glare.
"I'm not the greatest-" Junsu snorted at the comment. "But at least I'm not nearly as bad as you or Heechul Hyung." Ignoring his friend's irked expression, the boy now known to him as Hyukjae turned to him. "Hey. The name's Hyukjae, but just call me Eunhyuk."
"Yoochun."
"Sorry you had to deal with Junsu's sorry ass on your first day. I wouldn't usually wish that on my worst enemy."
Yoochun laughed at the indignant cry from Junsu. "It's fine."
"Mind if I join you? I was on my way to meet everyone at the dorm anyway."
"Sure. The more, the merrier."
"I'd be merrier if Hyukjae would just stop following me around," Junsu grumbled.
"It's not following if we were headed to the same place to begin with."
"Keep on telling yourself that."
Yoochun watched in amusement as the two friends-'best friends,' he thought-bickered the rest of the way to the dorm, with one occasionally stating that yes, the other was as stupid as he appeared. They had just arrived when Junsu's cell went off. Pulling it out, he flipped it open and scanned the text. Smirking, he followed the other two into the building. When they reached the common area, however, Junsu stopped and grabbed Yoochun's arm, pulling him to the side. He was about to ask why when Eunhyuk was tackled by a brunette blur.
"Hyukkie!!" he yelled, as he proceeded to hug the boy on the ground.
"Hae, you've gotta stop greeting me like this...you left bruises last time," he sighed.
The attacker sat up, but didn't move from his position straddling Eunhyuk's hips. "But you always have such a great reaction!!"
Yoochun leaned closer to Junsu and whispered, "Are those two dating?"
Junsu laughed. "They would've hooked up already if Hyukjae wasn't so freakin' dense. He's frighteningly intuitive unless it involves him. It's quite funny, actually, but he's got a few admirers, including a teacher."
Yoochun's eyes widened. "Are you serious?! A teacher?!"
He nodded. "I believe you've met. Tablo Huyng."
Before he could reply, his attention was drawn by the brunette, who was dragging Eunhyuk with him. He was about Eunhyuk's height, but appeared heavier due to the larger muscle tone as opposed to the other's more wiry frame. His shoulder length wavy hair seemed a perfect fit for the young man. His deep eyes shone with kindness, as did his million watt smile. "Hey!! I'm Donghae. You're the new guy in the dorm, right?"
"Yeah. Yoochun."
"Where'd you transfer from?" asked another voice in the doorway. Looking, he saw one of the prettiest guys he'd ever seen. He was pretty much his size, height and build wise, but had jet-black hair that rested softly against his jawbone, framing his smooth skin, matched with equally dark eyes. His stylish and form-fitting outfit emphasized the well toned body hidden underneath.
Well-"
"Oh!! We haven't even introduced ourselves yet!" Donghae blurted out, "I'm Donghae, but you know that already. You also know Hyukkie and Susu, but the guy by the door is Jaejoong Hyung. The two glued to the Playstation are Changmin and Kyuhyun. Hey, GameKyu!! Min!! Say hi!!" They both waved carelessly before again giving the video game their undivided attention. "Ummm...is there anyone I'm missing?"
A loud shriek interrupted any answer. A moment later, in stormed a gorgeous redhead, radiating righteous fury. Not a hair was out of place, and the same could be said for his stylish outfit, no wrinkles to be seen. Behind him was a man about the same age as the first, with well defined and gentle features. His eyes were very warm, though were covered partially by a shock of snow white bangs. A dancer's body was clearly seen by the muscle shirt and low-sitting jeans. The redhead met Jaejoong's gaze and stormed over to him.
Pointing at the confused man, he exclaimed, "Your boyfriend is pissing me off!!!!"
He rolled his eyes. "For the last time, Hyung, Yunho is not my boyfriend."
"Yesung Hyung is," Eunhyuk and Junsu muttered, only to let out a quiet 'eep!' at the two death glares shot their way.
"He's being a bitch. Make him stop."
"It's pretty much your fault anyway, Jae," Junsu pointed out.
"Yes," the angry man agreed. "Stop him. Now."
"Heenim Hyung and Hannie Hyung, sit down and meet the new guy!" Donghae exclaimed, as usual trying to use his cheerful attitude to diffuse the situation. After glaring at the brunette for a minute, the redhead sighed and fell-'elegantly,' Yoochun chuckled-onto the couch while the dancer relaxed, taking a seat next to him. "So, yeah...This is Yoochun."
"Heechul," grumbled the redhead, arms crossed over his chest.
The dancer smiled kindly. "Please forgive Heechul Hyung. He's had a bad morning," he began, accent thick in his voice. "My name is Han Geng, but please feel free to use Hankyung."
"Are you Chinese, by any chance?"
He nodded. "I've only been in Korea for a few years. I transferred a couple years ago, so I know what it's like," he explained.
"Where'd you transfer from?" Jaejoong asked, repeating his earlier question.
"America."
"Hey!" Donghae exclaimed. "Henry and Kibummie speak English! Oh, Kibummie's my bestest friend, next to Hyukkie, and spent like, ten years or something in California, and Henry lived in Canada."
Eunhyuk looked at Donghae. "Hae, how much coffee have you had...?"
"Not nearly enough, I can tell you that much right now," he responded, sitting on the floor, his back against the wall.
"Hyung?" Eunhyuk asked, looking at Jaejoong. Smiling, the older man held up 6 fingers, causing both Eunhyuk and Junsu to groan.
"What? Are you bad with caffeine?" Yoochun asked Donghae.
"Put it this way," Jaejoong answered instead. "He's a 'coffee with his sugar' kind of guy."
He nodded in understanding. "Gotchya."
"That, and he's only been awake for a half-hour."
"So what're we doing today?" Eunhyuk questioned as he plopped down in his friend's lap, allowing the brunette to wrap a muscular arm around his thin waist.
"Waiting for Yunho, I guess," Jaejoong replied, earning a glare from Heechul. "He should be here soon." He paused for a moment. "I think he was supposed to meet up with Kangin Hyung, so maybe he'll be able to calm Yunho down."
"Yeah, keep dreaming. When was the last time Kangin Hyung helped calm him down?" Junsu asked.
"Right. I mean, he's usually the one that makes him even more pissed off," Eunhyuk added.
"I just saw Yunho Hyung and Kangin Hyung both on their way here," stated a deep voice from next to Kyuhyun, causing everyone other than Eunhyuk, Donghae, and Kyuhyun to jump. Turning, Yoochun blinked owlishly at the newcomer, wondering how he had possibly missed him. He had short, raven hair, covered by a black beanie, and sharp eyes, if the way he was staring intensely at the video game he was currently playing against Kyuhyun was any indication.-'Wasn't he playing that Changmin kid a second ago?'- He was also sporting a fitted black t-shirt and dark jean shorts.
"Um, was he here the whole time?" Yoochun wondered, looking around the room for any more people that he might have missed.
Eunhyuk was the one to answer. "That's Kibum. He's our resident ninja."
"He's one of Donghae's friends from childhood. He and Eunhyuk are the only ones he ever really talks to," Junsu replied quietly before adding, "They're also the only ones that ever realize he's around."
"He kinda just blends into the background," Changmin inserted, joining them.
"Kyuhyun notices, too, though I'm surprised. I'd be amazed if he realizes that we're even here when he's using that stupid system of his," Jaejoong grumbled, only to squeak in surprise when he was hit in the head by an empty water bottle, courtesy of the younger.
"How long have you been here?" Donghae asked, laughing as Jaejoong rubbed his forehead glared at both the boy and Heechul, who seemed far too amused at the action.
"Long enough, Hyung," Kibum replied quietly, trying his hardest against Kyuhyun.
"So, what are you majoring in?" Eunhyuk asked, curious.
"Performing Arts," he replied.
"Hey! Same as me!" he exclaimed, happy to have a new friend in his classes. "What's your specialty?"
"Singing and piano, mostly, though I compose, as well."
"We have a few friends who are music majors, and a couple are primarilly singers," Junsu explained.
"Yeah," added Changmin, who had joined the group, taking a seat on the couch. "We also kinda created a bunch of clubs for dancing, singing, and things like that."
"You should totally join the singing group. It's a blast," Donghae recommended, playing with the hem of Eunhyuk's fitted T-shirt.
"I'll think about it. I wanna try to get a handle on this place first, but it's a distinct possibility," Yoochun said, smiling at the two on the floor.
"Careful, though," Jaejoong chimed in. "Yesung's looking for a keyboardist for his band."
"True," Eunhyuk said. "He was bitching about it at practice yesterday. Our other one quit."
"Who's Yesung?"
"Yesung's the leader of the Vocal Club, and lead singer of a band called AOTPB," Jaejoong answered. "He'll be around soon enough."
It appeared that Heechul was about to say something, but was stopped when they heard a small commotion from outside. Yoochun had turned to see what it was, when in walked a tall figure, followed by a shorter, but much more muscular person. One glimpse, however, had Yoochun pointing in a mixture of shock and anger, eyes wide.
"YOU!"