You won't be alone
Title: You won't be alone
Pairing: Hanchul
Summary: If no one likes them, then they would only find each other.
A/N: I'm planning to make this into a series of drabbles set in the same time/place as this one, so you can consider this a introduction? I already have a few ideas in mind, actually.
Being Chinese, Hankyung can never become a proper Korean. He can speak their language well, because he has been taking daily late-night language classes ever since his family moved to Korea a year ago. But he can never quite get rid of his distinctive Chinese accent, which is easily recognizable. So when he tried to talk to people or wishes to tell a funny joke in school, most people would just smile and give him the Look which screamed out I-don’t-understand-you-so-shut-up, and then just walk off. Meaner ones don’t even smile. After a while, hankyung has learnt to stop talking to strangers, because it’s better that way. And he starts to blend into the background.
Heechul, on the other hand, is a proper Korea who doesn’t blend into the background at all. But he doesn’t talk just the same. He has a unique personality and wasn’t going to change it for anyone. As long as he likes it, life goes on. He doesn’t give a damn about the world, anyway. He dresses in his own style, too, which equals to red hair and hot pink everything. People find his outrageous style weird and just avoid him.
It was a Monday afternoon in the beginning of those summers where you would just love to shout “IT’S SO HOT HERE!” which in fact, many boys did do. But of course, being a rather sensible boy, Hankyung didn’t and instead, used more sensible ways to cool down, like biting on a refreshing green apple and sitting down during lunch time that day.
“What the hell, who are you?” A boy from behind him shouted out.
Hankyung turned around. The boy, who has red hair, was reading a book (and wasn’t even looking up because he didn’t seem to care). Most of all, he looked so much like a girl, a really pretty girl, actually. Hankyung would have thought that he was a girl, if he wasn’t wearing the boys’ uniform.
“I know I’m really pretty but you don’t have to stare.” The boy said. Hankyung snapped awake.
“I - I’m not -“ Hankyung stopped because he knew he was, and he knew that whoever he was talking to knew as well.
Chinese? The boy thought, from what he heard. Hankyung didn’t say much but his accent was so strong that he could tell almost immediately. If he is indeed Chinese then the boy knew that he would be an outcast, too, and wouldn’t be accepted into the school.
“I’m sorry,” Hankyung said when he realized that the boy stopped talking. “I’m sorry for invading your space.” He grabbed his books and his half-finished apple and walked off.
“Hey!” The boy cried out. “I like you, so sit down.” It wasn’t a request; it was a demand which Hankyung had no choice in, but Hankyung replied with an Okay, anyway.
By the time lunch was over, Hankyung already knew that the boy was named Kim Heechul, loves pink and computer games and fairytales. He hates sports and would cry if there were sad endings to movies.
By the time he graduated, Hankyung and Heechul were inseparable, best friends. (And Hankyung would soon find out why.)
Pairing: Hanchul
Summary: If no one likes them, then they would only find each other.
A/N: I'm planning to make this into a series of drabbles set in the same time/place as this one, so you can consider this a introduction? I already have a few ideas in mind, actually.
Being Chinese, Hankyung can never become a proper Korean. He can speak their language well, because he has been taking daily late-night language classes ever since his family moved to Korea a year ago. But he can never quite get rid of his distinctive Chinese accent, which is easily recognizable. So when he tried to talk to people or wishes to tell a funny joke in school, most people would just smile and give him the Look which screamed out I-don’t-understand-you-so-shut-up, and then just walk off. Meaner ones don’t even smile. After a while, hankyung has learnt to stop talking to strangers, because it’s better that way. And he starts to blend into the background.
Heechul, on the other hand, is a proper Korea who doesn’t blend into the background at all. But he doesn’t talk just the same. He has a unique personality and wasn’t going to change it for anyone. As long as he likes it, life goes on. He doesn’t give a damn about the world, anyway. He dresses in his own style, too, which equals to red hair and hot pink everything. People find his outrageous style weird and just avoid him.
It was a Monday afternoon in the beginning of those summers where you would just love to shout “IT’S SO HOT HERE!” which in fact, many boys did do. But of course, being a rather sensible boy, Hankyung didn’t and instead, used more sensible ways to cool down, like biting on a refreshing green apple and sitting down during lunch time that day.
“What the hell, who are you?” A boy from behind him shouted out.
Hankyung turned around. The boy, who has red hair, was reading a book (and wasn’t even looking up because he didn’t seem to care). Most of all, he looked so much like a girl, a really pretty girl, actually. Hankyung would have thought that he was a girl, if he wasn’t wearing the boys’ uniform.
“I know I’m really pretty but you don’t have to stare.” The boy said. Hankyung snapped awake.
“I - I’m not -“ Hankyung stopped because he knew he was, and he knew that whoever he was talking to knew as well.
Chinese? The boy thought, from what he heard. Hankyung didn’t say much but his accent was so strong that he could tell almost immediately. If he is indeed Chinese then the boy knew that he would be an outcast, too, and wouldn’t be accepted into the school.
“I’m sorry,” Hankyung said when he realized that the boy stopped talking. “I’m sorry for invading your space.” He grabbed his books and his half-finished apple and walked off.
“Hey!” The boy cried out. “I like you, so sit down.” It wasn’t a request; it was a demand which Hankyung had no choice in, but Hankyung replied with an Okay, anyway.
By the time lunch was over, Hankyung already knew that the boy was named Kim Heechul, loves pink and computer games and fairytales. He hates sports and would cry if there were sad endings to movies.
By the time he graduated, Hankyung and Heechul were inseparable, best friends. (And Hankyung would soon find out why.)