Korea Boy {Part 2}
Title: Korea Boy {Part 2}
Pairing: HaeHyuk (Donghae/Hyukjae)
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 858
Summary: To his mother he was perfect: smart, charming, and respectful. Then there was Donghae.
Note: Seriously i'm just running through this story hopefully it will all be posted by the end of the week holla~
Disclaimer: Not mine. :/ No money for this.
Part 1
Two weeks passed and Donghae had not heard the end of the “Korea Boy.” Apparently his name was Hyukjae and he was the favored topic of discussion between his mother and father. And the entire neighborhood. It was suddenly as if the world had stopped and everyone and everything paled in comparison to Lee Hyukjae. The Korea Boy.
He had heard that Hyukjae was going to be at the same school as him, joining in a senior due to his grades in Korea, despite his dearth in the skills of English. He ran track, which meant he was a stick and every woman who was a mother in Korea Town tried to feed him when they saw him. He was always seen with a book and dressed nicely, his hair cut cleanly and face handsome.
But no one in his family had even met him yet.
But when he saw his mother clasping a pearl necklace around her neck, he felt that all was about to change.
“What's going on?” Donghae asked, leaning against a door frame.
“We're going to the Park's restaurant for dinner.”
“But we never eat out for dinner,” Donghae countered incredulously, mouth dropping open.
She frowned at Donghae, patting her husband's dress shirt collar down. “Don't talk back to your mother, Donghae,” Mr. Lee reached out to swat Donghae's head, but he darted out of the way.
“I'm still going to wear jeans!” he shouted, knowing there was no way his parents would let him talk his way out of not going.
Twenty minutes later and they were entering the park's restaurant, greeted instantly by Mrs. Park. They shared greeting before she quickly motioned to a waiter with light brown hair who strode over to the small group. He bowed deeply to the Lee's, “Hello, I'm Lee Hyukjae. It's nice to meet you,” he said in slightly accented Korean, offering a smile.
“Oh, you really are from Seoul!” Mrs. Lee ruffled Hyukjae's hair, eliciting a blush from the boy and causing Donghae's mind to go into overdrive. So this was the Hyukjae all the women wanted as a son. A Korea boy with a city accent and shy expressions. A cute Korea boy, Donghae decided as Hyukjae led them to a table.
“How old are you, Hyukjae,” Mr. Lee asked as the waiter brought back beverages. Donghae noted the gruff, country sound of his father's voice.
“Seventeen, sir,” Hyukjae gave a polite smile, his voice smooth and crisp.
“Ah, what a coincidence- Donghae is the same age! You'll have to tell him what Korea is like,” Donghae's mother crowed, petting Hyukjae's arm affectionately. Hyukjae turned to Donghae with a bright smile that stretched over his gums and eyes that turned up in a childish manner.
“It's nice to meet you, Donghae. I hope we'll get to know each other,” Hyukjae spoke more rapidly and quietly than any other person he had met before, but Donghae heard him and with those words his heart sank.
A cute, same-age, polite, Korea Boy added in with an infatuated mother meant only one thing to Donghae. Competition.
Tossing a soccer ball in his hands, Donghae began his walk home from school. It was about a five minute trip, so his mother wouldn't let him take the car, but Donghae wished she would've. At least today, because when he turned around for a second to see who was running behind him, Donghae wanted to die. It was the all-hailed Korea Boy, jogging to catch up with him, breathing even and stride exact despite the backpack he was carrying.
“Donghae-ssi!” Donghae had seen Hyukjae at school but had chosen to ignore him to prevent his anger from spiking. “Donghae-ssi, wait!”
He stopped and turned to snap at Hyukjae, “You can speak English, can't you?” the words leaving his mouth in the harsh syllables of English. Just because Donghae could speak Korean didn't mean he wanted to-or did- outside his home.
“Umm...” Hyukjae trailed, opening and closing his mouth several times. Donghae dug his nails into his own palm as he waited. “English... little,” Hyukjae pinched his fingers as if to physically show the amount of English he knew.
“If you want to talk to me, you better start learning,” Donghae continued in English, rolling his eyes and turning to kept walking. Hyukjae, a confused look on his face, followed closely behind despite the irritation permeating from Donghae. After a moment of silence, Hyukjae pulled out his phone, “Donghae like 'East Sea,' right?” he was back to chirping out Korean. Shrugging, Donghae found himself confessing he didn't know how to write Hangeul and only read a little bit. In the meantime, his sentences gradually changed from English to Korean and soon found himself in light conversation with Hyukjae.
“Give me your phone number,” Hyukjae stated abruptly as they arrived at Donghae's home, Hyukjae's house a few blocks further down.
“Why?” Donghae was suddenly guarded again, disliking the way Hyukjae had coerced him into conversation while Donghae was trying to find a reason to hate him.
Hyukjae shrugged, “Because I like you.”
Donghae found himself dictating his number in Korean to him.
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Part 3
Pairing: HaeHyuk (Donghae/Hyukjae)
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 858
Summary: To his mother he was perfect: smart, charming, and respectful. Then there was Donghae.
Note: Seriously i'm just running through this story hopefully it will all be posted by the end of the week holla~
Disclaimer: Not mine. :/ No money for this.
Part 1
Two weeks passed and Donghae had not heard the end of the “Korea Boy.” Apparently his name was Hyukjae and he was the favored topic of discussion between his mother and father. And the entire neighborhood. It was suddenly as if the world had stopped and everyone and everything paled in comparison to Lee Hyukjae. The Korea Boy.
He had heard that Hyukjae was going to be at the same school as him, joining in a senior due to his grades in Korea, despite his dearth in the skills of English. He ran track, which meant he was a stick and every woman who was a mother in Korea Town tried to feed him when they saw him. He was always seen with a book and dressed nicely, his hair cut cleanly and face handsome.
But no one in his family had even met him yet.
But when he saw his mother clasping a pearl necklace around her neck, he felt that all was about to change.
“What's going on?” Donghae asked, leaning against a door frame.
“We're going to the Park's restaurant for dinner.”
“But we never eat out for dinner,” Donghae countered incredulously, mouth dropping open.
She frowned at Donghae, patting her husband's dress shirt collar down. “Don't talk back to your mother, Donghae,” Mr. Lee reached out to swat Donghae's head, but he darted out of the way.
“I'm still going to wear jeans!” he shouted, knowing there was no way his parents would let him talk his way out of not going.
Twenty minutes later and they were entering the park's restaurant, greeted instantly by Mrs. Park. They shared greeting before she quickly motioned to a waiter with light brown hair who strode over to the small group. He bowed deeply to the Lee's, “Hello, I'm Lee Hyukjae. It's nice to meet you,” he said in slightly accented Korean, offering a smile.
“Oh, you really are from Seoul!” Mrs. Lee ruffled Hyukjae's hair, eliciting a blush from the boy and causing Donghae's mind to go into overdrive. So this was the Hyukjae all the women wanted as a son. A Korea boy with a city accent and shy expressions. A cute Korea boy, Donghae decided as Hyukjae led them to a table.
“How old are you, Hyukjae,” Mr. Lee asked as the waiter brought back beverages. Donghae noted the gruff, country sound of his father's voice.
“Seventeen, sir,” Hyukjae gave a polite smile, his voice smooth and crisp.
“Ah, what a coincidence- Donghae is the same age! You'll have to tell him what Korea is like,” Donghae's mother crowed, petting Hyukjae's arm affectionately. Hyukjae turned to Donghae with a bright smile that stretched over his gums and eyes that turned up in a childish manner.
“It's nice to meet you, Donghae. I hope we'll get to know each other,” Hyukjae spoke more rapidly and quietly than any other person he had met before, but Donghae heard him and with those words his heart sank.
A cute, same-age, polite, Korea Boy added in with an infatuated mother meant only one thing to Donghae. Competition.
Tossing a soccer ball in his hands, Donghae began his walk home from school. It was about a five minute trip, so his mother wouldn't let him take the car, but Donghae wished she would've. At least today, because when he turned around for a second to see who was running behind him, Donghae wanted to die. It was the all-hailed Korea Boy, jogging to catch up with him, breathing even and stride exact despite the backpack he was carrying.
“Donghae-ssi!” Donghae had seen Hyukjae at school but had chosen to ignore him to prevent his anger from spiking. “Donghae-ssi, wait!”
He stopped and turned to snap at Hyukjae, “You can speak English, can't you?” the words leaving his mouth in the harsh syllables of English. Just because Donghae could speak Korean didn't mean he wanted to-or did- outside his home.
“Umm...” Hyukjae trailed, opening and closing his mouth several times. Donghae dug his nails into his own palm as he waited. “English... little,” Hyukjae pinched his fingers as if to physically show the amount of English he knew.
“If you want to talk to me, you better start learning,” Donghae continued in English, rolling his eyes and turning to kept walking. Hyukjae, a confused look on his face, followed closely behind despite the irritation permeating from Donghae. After a moment of silence, Hyukjae pulled out his phone, “Donghae like 'East Sea,' right?” he was back to chirping out Korean. Shrugging, Donghae found himself confessing he didn't know how to write Hangeul and only read a little bit. In the meantime, his sentences gradually changed from English to Korean and soon found himself in light conversation with Hyukjae.
“Give me your phone number,” Hyukjae stated abruptly as they arrived at Donghae's home, Hyukjae's house a few blocks further down.
“Why?” Donghae was suddenly guarded again, disliking the way Hyukjae had coerced him into conversation while Donghae was trying to find a reason to hate him.
Hyukjae shrugged, “Because I like you.”
Donghae found himself dictating his number in Korean to him.
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Part 3