What my life would have been like... (3a/?)

Mar 11, 2010 15:57

Replay
Chapter 3a

Title: Replay 3a/?
Author: sexy_pengwin
Genre: AU (sorta...), high school (definitely), humor (can't help it), romance (probably)
Rating: PG-PG13 (mostly for language later on and some themes)
Pairings/Characters: HanChul, friendship!HanMi (Main) Eunhae, Kyumin, Yewook, Kangteuk (Minor)
This chapter:
Beginnings of HanChul and KLyuhyun makes an appearance (there will be alot more in part B)
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....

FINALLY I finished. Missed the deadline.... Woops! ALMOST by two weeks, but I made it in time! Been busy. I also meant this to be a compelte chapter, but I really just wanted to post already.... So I'll work on the other part as soon as possible, but I have a challenge fic in my head, working itself out so I can type it up.

Other than that, I hope you like Heechul! And I know some bits of information are a bit of (I got a comment on Kyu being taller than Sungmin...) They are teenagers. Still developping teenagers. Just thought I'd put that out there so you know...

Now read as I finish my ice cream (actually, frozen yogurt, but who cares? It's Cappuccino..... yum....)
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"Mama..." I wheezed, "Please..." She was literally squeezing the life out of me, right outside the school's front gate. I really just wanted her to leave now. I was a 17-- 18 year old whose mother was treating me like it was my first day of kindergarten. You can only imagine the weird looks we were getting from kids passing by, hurrying in so they weren't late and wouldn't get in trouble on the first day. "Mama... You're messing up my uniform." It was the best excuse I could come up with right now, but it was still lame. Although I tried to iron all the wrinkles out this morning, several years worth of wear wasn't going to come out. Ever. We bought the navy blue blazer, matching pants, white dress shirt and tie second-hand to save money.

Mama let go of me, but only to start fixing my jacket, then collar, then tie. "I hope you have a good day, Geng." She said, licking her thumb and wiping at my face. It couldn't get much more embarrassing than that, could it? She smiled, "It's not impossible to live here, you'll see."

"I know, Mama." I said almost mechanically. Looking back, I could see them calling the students for the last time, getting ready to close the gates. "I really have to go."

"I love you!" She yelled after me as I sprinted.

The gate closed behind me. No turning back now.

-oOo-

I wandered through the halls, eyes on the locker numbers. I should be nearing it soon, or so says my map. I lowered the map, following the locker numbers. Here it was! I tilted my head to the side in question when I saw the lock that was already on it. They had said we needed to bring our own locks...

"Hey! That's my locker." came a  familiar voice. I turned around to see... Kyuhyun. His eyes widened, but he soon recovered and continued to look indifferent. He stepped forward and nudged me out of the way, turning the dial on the lock and then pulling it to open.

"Kyuhyun?" I asked, "It says that's my--"

Kyuhyun turned quickly. I couldn't tell if he was glaring at me, or if his eyes were always that cold. But then they widened. I doubt SUngmin told him which school I was going to... "You..."

I couldn't help but blink, trying to figure out how I might respond. Instead I held out my paper to show him, "It says this is my locker."

Kyuhyun didn't even look at the paper. He more or less got over the fact that I was here and ignored, pulling some books from his locker.

"Ehem." I cleared my throat. Maybe he had problems with his hearing and speaking louder would be better, "It says that this is my locker!"

"I heard you the first time." he said, still not bothering to look at me.

"Then why didn't you do anything?"

He closed his locker and turned to face me, still stone-faced. "Because, honestly, I don't care." He turned to leave, but I put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Kyuhyun, please. Class is about to start and I don't know what to do." My desperation wormed it's way into my voice, mostly because I hoped that he would feel some sort of sympathy for me.

Kyuhyun huffed, snatching my paper from me, then rolled his eyes, "Idiot. You have the wrong number!" I looked down at the numbers. The writing was so confusing, how would I know? Kyuhyun pointed at what looked like a 3, "That's an 8." he looked up at me, "Go find it." And turned around to leave.

I read the numbers on the lockers. Turns out mine was just five down. I pulled the lock from my pocket, opening it quickly (Mama had me practice the combination for an hour yesterday) and put it on my locker door, ready for when I was done filling it with books and other things. Soon enough I was on my way to find my class.

206, 208, 210... I walked through the still bustling halls, eyes on the door numbers. My class (if that actually was a twelve...) was the next door. From here I could already hear loud voices, yelling, screeching, talking. I took my next few steps slowly, peeking around the door frame. Inside the classroom, it was utter chaos. Students were embracing, claiming to have missed each other terribly, even though it had only been about three weeks since they had last seen each other. Girls shrieked, screaming each other's names. Guys laughed at each others jokes or stories, while some just watched the girls. Only one guy sat differently from the others, he--

"Move!" Someone shouted from behind me, and not long after I found myself being shoved forward, into the class and into the guy sitting on the desk with fiery red hair. Or was that a girl with a bad hair day?

"What the hell?!" Definitely a guy. I buried my face in my arms. The tone in his voice was frightening. The class went silent.

I risked looking up, up into eyes that weren't as scary as I thought they might have been. Instead the red-head was just looking down at me with an arched eyebrow. I blinked back up, trying the clueless/innocent foreigner look.

"What are you doing?" He asked simply.

I pushed myself off the desk, "Um..."

He huffed, trying to look pissed again, and turned away. The class was becoming more noisy now. The others probably realized that there wouldn't be a fight of any sort. Within minutes, I was completely forgotten.

The bell rang and I backed into a corner as everyone went to their seats as though they'd been sitting there the entire time. Seconds later, the teacher appeared. He was middle-aged, gray streaking his black hair, no doubt from dealing with rowdy teenagers for years. A scowl seemed to be a permanent fixture on his slightly wrinkled face as he put the books in his arms down on the desk at the front of the class.

I watched from my corner, wondering if he would notice me here, or even if any of the students would notice me standing alone. Almost all the desks had been taken. There was one, but it was beside the weird red-head, and I honestly didn't want to sit beside him right now.

"Hey, you!" The teacher shouted as I was looking around the class, hoping that another desk would magically appear. It didn't work the last sixty times... But who said it wouldn't work the sixty-first time? "Boy in the corner!"

My gaze snapped to the front, trying to overlook the twenty-some others staring at me. "Yes?"

Turns out he was capable of a smile, "Ah, you must be the new student. Come," He motioned for me to go up to the front of the classroom, "introduce yourself."

I made my way to the front of the classroom, albeit quite slowly. Maybe choosing a corner in the back of the class hadn't been such a great idea, since now I was wading through it-- them.

The teacher (whose smile was beginning to get a little creepy) put a hand on my arm, "Tell us about yourself. Whats your name, where you're from, what you like to do..."

I looked out over the class, every set of eyes on me. I wondered what was better, looking at that creepy smile of our teacher, or seeing everyone staring expectantly right at me. "Uh..." I had learned how to say this in class, but only bits and pieces surfaced, "Uh...  I'm Han... Hankyung." I stuttered, forcing myself into the Korean. "I'm from Mudanjiang." A few people raised an eyebrow, or tilted their head to the side in question. Right... Nobody knew Mudanjiang. "I'm from China." I said much less specifically, but I'm sure they already knew. "I..." My mind was blanking again, "I like to dance. I like learning traditional Chinese dances." A few snickers went around the class, "And I do ballet." Several more people began to laugh. "And Chinese martial arts." The laughing ceased, with only one or two stragglers still chuckling under their breath.

"Very interesting, Hankyung-ssi. You may go take your seat now." He was less interested now, the scowl returning.

I was hesitant to go to my desk... The desk, but after the teacher quickly glancing my way seemingly to say 'Choose a desk or I will for you' I hurried to sit down, even though it was next to the red haired guy I had bumped into earlier.

The teacher started writing something on the board. Many students turned to their friends and began whispering or passing notes as quietly as possible with the teacher's back turned. I stayed quiet, only looking over to the red-head who was bobbing his head to the music coming from his headphones, which were probably hidden under his hair. He stopped bobbing his head and looked over at me, "What?"

I looked away and pretended to write something in my notebook.

"I'm not stupid, ballerina. I know you were staring a me."

I sighed and looked up, forcing out a smile, "You got me."

Red chuckled, shaking his head, "You're a brave ballerina."

"The correct term would be 'danseur'." I said matter of factly, "A ballerina is a girl."

He looked back at me, smirking, "Danseur? Is that French or something? I didn't know you learned French in China."

"We don't." It was amazing how quickly all the Korean I had been learning came back to me. I was no longer so nervous... I almost felt like speaking Korea was the most natural thing, especially with him. "It's just annoying when everyone calls you a ballerina."

"I would imagine." He pulled the ear buds from their hiding place and stuffed them into his pocket. "And martial arts too?" I nodded. He made this weird throaty sound (Was that amazement? I couldn't tell, it sounded so odd.) "I guess I should start calling you a 'danseur' or whatever it was, then. You could easily kick my ass."

An amused smile came to my lips, "I guess I could. I would prefer you calling me by my name, if anything."

"Then you would have to know mine." He turned to face forward, watching the teacher as he kept writing on the board, then his eyes met mine again. "Kim Heechul."

"What? Is that the teacher's name?" I asked. It made no sense, even to me, but it had come out so quickly.

He rolled his eyes, "Idiot! I'm Kim Heechul!" He reached over and quickly smacked the side of my head.

I glared at him, "Remember, I can kick your ass." Heechul looked down sadly. I raised an eyebrow. Kim Heechul... Why did that name sound familiar? Right! It was the guy Sungmin told me to watch out for. But he wasn't so bad... "Hee--... Hyung," I said, stretching my leg out to tap him lightly with my foot, "Do you happen to know a Sungmin?"

Heechul stiffened, then slowly turned his head towards me once more, "Why?"

I shrugged, twirling a pencil with my fingers, "I don't know... I was just curious."

"How do you know him?"

The pencil stopped and I caught it in my hand. "I met him my first day here."

"What did he say about me?"

"Nothing bad." I said truthfully. After all, it wasn't easy for me to lie.

He huffed, "Nothing bad could mean anything when it comes to him."

I sighed, "Honestly, he didn't say--" A small tik as a piece of chalk hit my head silenced me and the rest of the class, followed by another tik as the chalk bounced off the desk and a final tik as it hit the floor and split.

"The first day and I already waste a perfectly good piece of chalk." The teacher huffed, "Now please pay attention."

Heechul made that odd throaty noise again. "There's nothing to pay attention to..." He said under his breath. I held a hand over my mouth as not to laugh loudly and get into more trouble. Heechul looked over at me and smiled.

-oOo-

The bell woke me up at the end of class. I looked around the class as people got up, hurrying out.

"You might want to wipe your face, danseur." Heechul snickered, gathering his things.

I wiped off my mouth with my sleeve, then rubbed my eyes awake, "What time is it?"

"Time to go to your next class," The teacher said from the front of the class, "So you can sleep there too!" He came over and slapped a sheet of paper down on my desk, the creepy smile resurfacing, "Hopefully math doesn't bore you like my class does." Or maybe it was a sarcastic smile this time. I still couldn't tell.

Heechul sucked in, "Oooh, math. Glad I don't have to start the day off with it."

"I wouldn't be too sure, Heechul-ssi." the Teacher held out another paper, "You have science."

"What?" Heechul whined, "Not science..."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I don't know which is worse."

The Teacher chuckled as well, "You boys should get going."

I nodded, grabbing my books (Ugh, my new Korean Language textbook already had drool all over it...) and followed Heechul out of the class room.

"Mr. Hwang is so annoying..." Heechul muttered once we were out of earshot.

Mr. Hwang... I had been wondering what his name was. "He has a creepy smile."

"Hah!" Heechul laughed, "You think so too? A lot of people thinks he's some kind of pedophile."

I blinked, "What's a pedophile?"

Heechul stopped, "You're not actually that naive, are you?"

"Well, if you said it in Chinese, I would probably know." I said quickly.

Heechul huffed, "I don't know Chinese. Pedophile is someone who... likes little children."

Was that it? "I like kids. Would that make me a pedophile?"

Heechul's sudden burst of laughter stopped many people, and surprised me. He slapped my back, "Hankyung... You don't want to be a pedophile, trust me."

Likes little kids... Oh... Oh! I felt my cheeks go red, "Never mind, I understand now..."

"Good." Heechul pushed the door leading to the staircase, "I'll see you later."

"Bye, hyung." I waved, watching him disappear into the stairwell. I would have to make it out of this one alone.

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*Licks bowl* Yummy. Anyways.... You like? Yes? No?
Grrr.... Grumpy Kyu annoys me. Hopefully he won't be too grumpy for too much longer... And, yes, it's Heechul's Don't Don hair. Dunno why I thought it might fit his character right now. And I doubt doing ballet would be mocked as much there, but a writer's only as good as his (her, in this case) own experiences, and most guys here in Canada would just make fun of any guy who does ballet. Or maybe that's just my own messed up school. So things like this don't slide as well....

Ah, well.... I'm just gonna either work on that challenge fic or get the next part written as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, even thought March break is coming up, I'm hardly ever going to be home during it. And I doubt my friends want me sitting at their computers writing, so.... we'll see. ADIOS!

Part B

hanchul, super junior, hanmi, highschool, hangeng, suju, au, heechul

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