Replay (3B/?)
Title: Replay 3B/?
Author: sexy_pengwin
Genre: AU (sorta...), high school (definitely), humor (can't help it), romance (maybe)
Rating: PG-PG13 (mostly for language later on and some themes)
Pairings/Characters: (Main) HanChul, friendship!HanMi (Minor) Eunhae, Kyumin, Yewook, Kangteuk
This chapter:
... HanChul (friendship, if anything... for now at least. We'll see), Kyuhyun, YeWook, EunHae (not necessarily obvious as a pairing, but mainly just the two.), KangTeuk (hinted pairing), Siwon, Kibum, Henry
Summary: Hangeng wonders what would have happened had he not signed up for SM. He soon finds out when he wakes up back in China, 16 again. His family moves to Korea, where he finds that in life, there are certain people that will be there no matter what. Like Heechul. Oh joy.
Disclaimer: Nope! I wish....
(If you clicked this one, and you want the others, there's a link on the side of my journal to my Masterlist.)
By the way, I changed the title. Hopefully it sounds cooler ^^ (And I wasn't actually thinking of the SHINee song when I thought of it... Because they have nothing to do with each other)
AH! Don't kill me! I know it took FOREVER! And I'm SOOOOOO sorry. (Sadly, I had the majoritywritten for the longest time... like, since I posted the last chapter)
HOPEFULLY I can post the next one soon (because I'm the kind of person who doesn't write when they have time... ANd Exams are coming up, so odds are I'll be writing like crazy XD)
Well, enjoy!
Oh yes, and LJ wouldn't let me post the entire thing in one post, so I actually had to break it down into THREE!
The next classroom I walked into, math, was much quieter than the Korean class. I sighed in relief and went to sit in one of the free desks (there were a lot in this class!) Of course it was too good to be true, because about a minute later, Kyuhyun walked in, laughing with some older looking guy. But the laughing stopped when he spotted me. Trying to be nice, I smiled and waved at him. He simply ignored me, grabbing his confused looking friend's arm and pulling him along, "Come on, Jongwoon..."
I sighed again, though not in relief this time. I honestly had no idea why Kyuhyun hated me so much. Did it have something to do with Sungmin wanting to stay behind and help me? That's the only reason I could think of, but even that was barely an actual reason to hate me.
The teacher, this time a young woman with a designer bag hanging off her arm and a large coffee mug in her hand, came in, dropping everything at her desk, muttering to herself. She turned around, "Alright class..." She said sleepily, "I need someone to help me out." She grinned mischievously before turning around to get her coffee from the table.
I don't even know why I raised my hand like all the other guys in the class (except for Kyuhyun and his friend,) and then I slowly lowered my hand and looked down.
"You!" The teacher yelled. I looked up, to see who she was calling on, only to find her staring right at me. I blinked. She smirked again, "Yes you. Go to the back and get the textbooks, then hand them out, will you?"
I followed instructions, got up and grabbed as many of the heavy math books as I could. I went back to fetch more several times, eventually working my way to the back of the class. Kyuhyun's friend (Was his name Jongwoon?) smiled at me and thanked me as I handed him his book. Kyuhyun on the other hand... He grabbed the book without looking up or saying a word.
I rolled my eyes, "Your welcome." Kyuhyun didn't even flinch.
So math wasn't spectacular, but my next class had me nearly skipping to my locker so I could put my stuff away and head off as soon as possible.
"Excited?" I looked to my right, where Heechul was leaning against the lockers casually.
I shrugged, but the smile never left my face. "I guess."
Heechul raised an eyebrow at how I just dumped my math books into my locker and grabbed a bag with clothes out of my locker, "Gym? You know, we have a uniform for gym."
"Not gym." I pointed to the next class on my list.
"I see. You're headed off for ballet practice." He chuckled
I closed my locker and turned to Red. "Sure." Over his shoulder, I saw Kyuhyun glancing over at us. For once he wasn't looking at me. Instead, he glared at Heechul. Several other people seemed to as well. A smirk pulled at my lips. I swung the bag over my shoulder, "Well, I should be going." I turned and went down the hallway like my map told me (I looked at it on the way back from math.)
Heechul lunged forward, grabbing my shoulder, "You're not leaving me here, are you?" He started walking beside me, "I have a writing class that's pretty much next door to the dance studio."
"Cool." I pulled open a door, holding it for Heechul before going in myself, "You don't look like the kind of person that writes a lot."
Heechul huffed, "Well look who's talking. You look more like the type to have any girl he ever wanted, make any team he ever wanted... But you decided to be a ballerina."
"Touché." I said quickly.
"Again with the French?"
I only smiled back, as Heechul went into a classroom. Right next door was the dance studio, a change room right next door. It was empty. Was I the only guy? The others were probably just late... I was almost done changing when someone finally came in. Two people, actually.
"Hyukkie! It's the new guy!"
I turned around to see two guys, one with dark hair and a big smile, and the other with somewhat light brown hair. The latter wasn't smiling like his friend, more observing... Examining me. I felt heat rise to my cheeks when I realized I still had my shirt in my hands. I quickly pulled it over my head, "Uh.... You know about me already?"
Smiley... continued to smile, "Of course we have! You can't keep anything from Hyukkie or I."
Hyukkie's eyes softened and he also smiled, his lips pulling back to show his gums, "So you dance?"
Of all things... "Yes."
Smiley leaped forward, taking my hand to shake, "I'm Lee Donghae! This is Hyukkie.... Well, his name is actually Hyukjae. Only I can call him Hyukkie."
Hyukjae sighed, "That's not true, Donghae." He looked back to me, "And you're Hankyung, right? The one from China?"
I nodded, a little creeped out they already knew this. After it became obvious not many more words would be exchanged, I turned and folded my uniform into a neat pile before tying my shoes and going into the studio. A few girls were already stretching by the balance bar, and right as I left I could hear more guys entering the change room. The girls outnumbered the guys by far, but there were still enough.
As more students came in, the main door to the studio opened and a young man walked through. He wasn't at all like the other teachers. He wore sweatpants with the name of--I'm guessing an English university--down the side and a muscle shirt (there's no way any of the other teachers would be caught dead looking like that.) He had a dancer's body--strong legs, arms, abs, and shoulders--and yet he was still graceful as he walked as well. I smiled to myself. He had a body built for ballet.
"Alright!" he yelled in clear, hardly accented English, clapping his hands together. He looked around the classroom at the students who were sitting on the floor. "So," he switched back to Korean (He probably noticed hardly any of us were that competent in English... And some of us weren't even competent in Korean, but I doubt he noticed that.) "I see a lot of potential dancers here! Are you guys ready for a semester of hard work?" I followed everyone else and nodded. The teacher smiled, "Very good. I'm Lee Kaeri. Please don't call me Mr. Lee, or Lee, or anything like that.... I don't like it. It makes me feel old. Just call me Kaeri, as if I was a student like you." He scanned over the crowd once more, stopping on me. I gulped. "You. Why don't you start off the intros, hm?"
"Teachers like torturing new students..." I muttered as I slowly got up.
"What was that?"
I looked up, my cheeks feeling a little warmer than usual, "Uh..."
Kaeri grinned, "You're new? I had no idea." He gave me a once-over, then his eyes returned to my face, "I see. You can start now."
I sighed, "My name is Hankyung and I just moved here from China." From what happened last time, I kept my mouth shut after that and went to go sit down.
"I don't think so." Kaeri grabbed my arm, pulling me back to the front. "What kind of dance do you do?" He laughed when I put on a confused face. "Obviously you dance, otherwise you wouldn't be here. Share with us."
I pulled my arm away nervously, "Chinese traditional dances, and... Ballet." I sat back down, looking around warily. No body looked at me strangely. No body laughed. Instead they were all focused on the next person to go up, a guy who was apparently a figure skater. Then a guy who did tap dancing. And then a jazz dancer. I smiled by the end of the introductions. The people here were just like me. I could already tell this would be one of my favourite classes.
"Hankyung?"
I turned around and smiled as Hyukjae and Donghae approached. I was in the midst of changing... But that could wait.
Donghae smiled widely, "Hey, do you want to sit with Hyukkie and I at lunch? You can even bring Heechul along."
"Um..." I blinked, trying to translate in my head, but the speed at which he spoke made it kind of hard. "Uh... Sure? How did you know I knew Heechul?"
Hyukjae's eyes went dark, "Didn't we already tell you? You can't keep anything from us." They both turned away to also get back into school uniform.
I shook my head. Those two were just... Strange.
I left the change room, only to be hugged (Or... glomped) by a certain thin red-head. Along with the 'hug' came a pointed pain in my shoulder. "Ow, ow... Hyung..."
Heechul let go, blinking at me with an odd innocence that seemed to suit him just as well as the sarcastic smirks I've only known him for up until now. "Did I hurt you?"
I rubbed my shoulder, "No. Just your pencil."
Heechul held up his pencil, glaring at it before throwing it in the direction of the garbage can. Maybe he was a good shot, or maybe he was just lucky, but it made it in. "That's for hurting my friend." He huffed.
"Hyung," I sighed, "What are you going to write with now?"
He looked up at me for a moment before spinning around, "Damn."
The bell was going to ring any second by the time we got back to our lockers (Despite how 'tough' Heechul tried to be, he whimpered as he reached into the garbage can to get his pencil. He's just lucky he has me to get it for him...)
"Ew. I hope I have enough time to stop by a restroom and wash my hands..." Heechul grumbled as I dialed my combination.
"Heechul." I said bluntly, momentarily forgetting all my Korean formalities, "Relax. It's not going to kill you."
He scrunched his nose up, still staring at his hands, "I bet it will. I bet someone with some warped, deadly version of the cold--"
"Which doesn't exist." I quickly cut in.
"It's called pneumonia." Heechul stuck out his tongue, "As I was saying, someone with some deadly version of the cold sneezed in a tissue and threw it in there, then I touched it, and it touched my pencil, which I always bite on the end of during--"
I put a hand over his mouth, "Hyung. Where's your locker?"
The red head simply blinked at me. I was actually surprised he didn't flip out that my hand was over his mouth, seeing as I had dug in the garbage the most for his pencil. He lifted a hand and pointed down the hallway.
"It might be a good idea to go there now."
He pulled the innocent face again (Or am I just too much of a push-over?) "But you'll come get me, right?"
Part C
Author: sexy_pengwin
Genre: AU (sorta...), high school (definitely), humor (can't help it), romance (maybe)
Rating: PG-PG13 (mostly for language later on and some themes)
Pairings/Characters: (Main) HanChul, friendship!HanMi (Minor) Eunhae, Kyumin, Yewook, Kangteuk
This chapter:
... HanChul (friendship, if anything... for now at least. We'll see), Kyuhyun, YeWook, EunHae (not necessarily obvious as a pairing, but mainly just the two.), KangTeuk (hinted pairing), Siwon, Kibum, Henry
Summary: Hangeng wonders what would have happened had he not signed up for SM. He soon finds out when he wakes up back in China, 16 again. His family moves to Korea, where he finds that in life, there are certain people that will be there no matter what. Like Heechul. Oh joy.
Disclaimer: Nope! I wish....
(If you clicked this one, and you want the others, there's a link on the side of my journal to my Masterlist.)
By the way, I changed the title. Hopefully it sounds cooler ^^ (And I wasn't actually thinking of the SHINee song when I thought of it... Because they have nothing to do with each other)
AH! Don't kill me! I know it took FOREVER! And I'm SOOOOOO sorry. (Sadly, I had the majoritywritten for the longest time... like, since I posted the last chapter)
HOPEFULLY I can post the next one soon (because I'm the kind of person who doesn't write when they have time... ANd Exams are coming up, so odds are I'll be writing like crazy XD)
Well, enjoy!
Oh yes, and LJ wouldn't let me post the entire thing in one post, so I actually had to break it down into THREE!
The next classroom I walked into, math, was much quieter than the Korean class. I sighed in relief and went to sit in one of the free desks (there were a lot in this class!) Of course it was too good to be true, because about a minute later, Kyuhyun walked in, laughing with some older looking guy. But the laughing stopped when he spotted me. Trying to be nice, I smiled and waved at him. He simply ignored me, grabbing his confused looking friend's arm and pulling him along, "Come on, Jongwoon..."
I sighed again, though not in relief this time. I honestly had no idea why Kyuhyun hated me so much. Did it have something to do with Sungmin wanting to stay behind and help me? That's the only reason I could think of, but even that was barely an actual reason to hate me.
The teacher, this time a young woman with a designer bag hanging off her arm and a large coffee mug in her hand, came in, dropping everything at her desk, muttering to herself. She turned around, "Alright class..." She said sleepily, "I need someone to help me out." She grinned mischievously before turning around to get her coffee from the table.
I don't even know why I raised my hand like all the other guys in the class (except for Kyuhyun and his friend,) and then I slowly lowered my hand and looked down.
"You!" The teacher yelled. I looked up, to see who she was calling on, only to find her staring right at me. I blinked. She smirked again, "Yes you. Go to the back and get the textbooks, then hand them out, will you?"
I followed instructions, got up and grabbed as many of the heavy math books as I could. I went back to fetch more several times, eventually working my way to the back of the class. Kyuhyun's friend (Was his name Jongwoon?) smiled at me and thanked me as I handed him his book. Kyuhyun on the other hand... He grabbed the book without looking up or saying a word.
I rolled my eyes, "Your welcome." Kyuhyun didn't even flinch.
So math wasn't spectacular, but my next class had me nearly skipping to my locker so I could put my stuff away and head off as soon as possible.
"Excited?" I looked to my right, where Heechul was leaning against the lockers casually.
I shrugged, but the smile never left my face. "I guess."
Heechul raised an eyebrow at how I just dumped my math books into my locker and grabbed a bag with clothes out of my locker, "Gym? You know, we have a uniform for gym."
"Not gym." I pointed to the next class on my list.
"I see. You're headed off for ballet practice." He chuckled
I closed my locker and turned to Red. "Sure." Over his shoulder, I saw Kyuhyun glancing over at us. For once he wasn't looking at me. Instead, he glared at Heechul. Several other people seemed to as well. A smirk pulled at my lips. I swung the bag over my shoulder, "Well, I should be going." I turned and went down the hallway like my map told me (I looked at it on the way back from math.)
Heechul lunged forward, grabbing my shoulder, "You're not leaving me here, are you?" He started walking beside me, "I have a writing class that's pretty much next door to the dance studio."
"Cool." I pulled open a door, holding it for Heechul before going in myself, "You don't look like the kind of person that writes a lot."
Heechul huffed, "Well look who's talking. You look more like the type to have any girl he ever wanted, make any team he ever wanted... But you decided to be a ballerina."
"Touché." I said quickly.
"Again with the French?"
I only smiled back, as Heechul went into a classroom. Right next door was the dance studio, a change room right next door. It was empty. Was I the only guy? The others were probably just late... I was almost done changing when someone finally came in. Two people, actually.
"Hyukkie! It's the new guy!"
I turned around to see two guys, one with dark hair and a big smile, and the other with somewhat light brown hair. The latter wasn't smiling like his friend, more observing... Examining me. I felt heat rise to my cheeks when I realized I still had my shirt in my hands. I quickly pulled it over my head, "Uh.... You know about me already?"
Smiley... continued to smile, "Of course we have! You can't keep anything from Hyukkie or I."
Hyukkie's eyes softened and he also smiled, his lips pulling back to show his gums, "So you dance?"
Of all things... "Yes."
Smiley leaped forward, taking my hand to shake, "I'm Lee Donghae! This is Hyukkie.... Well, his name is actually Hyukjae. Only I can call him Hyukkie."
Hyukjae sighed, "That's not true, Donghae." He looked back to me, "And you're Hankyung, right? The one from China?"
I nodded, a little creeped out they already knew this. After it became obvious not many more words would be exchanged, I turned and folded my uniform into a neat pile before tying my shoes and going into the studio. A few girls were already stretching by the balance bar, and right as I left I could hear more guys entering the change room. The girls outnumbered the guys by far, but there were still enough.
As more students came in, the main door to the studio opened and a young man walked through. He wasn't at all like the other teachers. He wore sweatpants with the name of--I'm guessing an English university--down the side and a muscle shirt (there's no way any of the other teachers would be caught dead looking like that.) He had a dancer's body--strong legs, arms, abs, and shoulders--and yet he was still graceful as he walked as well. I smiled to myself. He had a body built for ballet.
"Alright!" he yelled in clear, hardly accented English, clapping his hands together. He looked around the classroom at the students who were sitting on the floor. "So," he switched back to Korean (He probably noticed hardly any of us were that competent in English... And some of us weren't even competent in Korean, but I doubt he noticed that.) "I see a lot of potential dancers here! Are you guys ready for a semester of hard work?" I followed everyone else and nodded. The teacher smiled, "Very good. I'm Lee Kaeri. Please don't call me Mr. Lee, or Lee, or anything like that.... I don't like it. It makes me feel old. Just call me Kaeri, as if I was a student like you." He scanned over the crowd once more, stopping on me. I gulped. "You. Why don't you start off the intros, hm?"
"Teachers like torturing new students..." I muttered as I slowly got up.
"What was that?"
I looked up, my cheeks feeling a little warmer than usual, "Uh..."
Kaeri grinned, "You're new? I had no idea." He gave me a once-over, then his eyes returned to my face, "I see. You can start now."
I sighed, "My name is Hankyung and I just moved here from China." From what happened last time, I kept my mouth shut after that and went to go sit down.
"I don't think so." Kaeri grabbed my arm, pulling me back to the front. "What kind of dance do you do?" He laughed when I put on a confused face. "Obviously you dance, otherwise you wouldn't be here. Share with us."
I pulled my arm away nervously, "Chinese traditional dances, and... Ballet." I sat back down, looking around warily. No body looked at me strangely. No body laughed. Instead they were all focused on the next person to go up, a guy who was apparently a figure skater. Then a guy who did tap dancing. And then a jazz dancer. I smiled by the end of the introductions. The people here were just like me. I could already tell this would be one of my favourite classes.
"Hankyung?"
I turned around and smiled as Hyukjae and Donghae approached. I was in the midst of changing... But that could wait.
Donghae smiled widely, "Hey, do you want to sit with Hyukkie and I at lunch? You can even bring Heechul along."
"Um..." I blinked, trying to translate in my head, but the speed at which he spoke made it kind of hard. "Uh... Sure? How did you know I knew Heechul?"
Hyukjae's eyes went dark, "Didn't we already tell you? You can't keep anything from us." They both turned away to also get back into school uniform.
I shook my head. Those two were just... Strange.
I left the change room, only to be hugged (Or... glomped) by a certain thin red-head. Along with the 'hug' came a pointed pain in my shoulder. "Ow, ow... Hyung..."
Heechul let go, blinking at me with an odd innocence that seemed to suit him just as well as the sarcastic smirks I've only known him for up until now. "Did I hurt you?"
I rubbed my shoulder, "No. Just your pencil."
Heechul held up his pencil, glaring at it before throwing it in the direction of the garbage can. Maybe he was a good shot, or maybe he was just lucky, but it made it in. "That's for hurting my friend." He huffed.
"Hyung," I sighed, "What are you going to write with now?"
He looked up at me for a moment before spinning around, "Damn."
The bell was going to ring any second by the time we got back to our lockers (Despite how 'tough' Heechul tried to be, he whimpered as he reached into the garbage can to get his pencil. He's just lucky he has me to get it for him...)
"Ew. I hope I have enough time to stop by a restroom and wash my hands..." Heechul grumbled as I dialed my combination.
"Heechul." I said bluntly, momentarily forgetting all my Korean formalities, "Relax. It's not going to kill you."
He scrunched his nose up, still staring at his hands, "I bet it will. I bet someone with some warped, deadly version of the cold--"
"Which doesn't exist." I quickly cut in.
"It's called pneumonia." Heechul stuck out his tongue, "As I was saying, someone with some deadly version of the cold sneezed in a tissue and threw it in there, then I touched it, and it touched my pencil, which I always bite on the end of during--"
I put a hand over his mouth, "Hyung. Where's your locker?"
The red head simply blinked at me. I was actually surprised he didn't flip out that my hand was over his mouth, seeing as I had dug in the garbage the most for his pencil. He lifted a hand and pointed down the hallway.
"It might be a good idea to go there now."
He pulled the innocent face again (Or am I just too much of a push-over?) "But you'll come get me, right?"
Part C