Seoul Boy (1)
Title: Seoul Boy
Author: Lolcat/Syn2554
Pairing: Duseung, Tiny bit of Junseob (WAAAAY later)
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: Hyunseung gets sent to the remote island of Jeju and has to come up with a way of surviving as a city boy in the country :D
Author's Notes: This is my pride and Joy of all fanfics I've written, so please enjoy. It's long and a little rushed, but I hope you like it :D
COMMENT!
“Hyunseung-ah, please look at me,” I heard, but I was too far gone. This couldn’t be happening to me. I was too young - too vulnerable. My parents had just divorced. I didn’t think I could take anymore, so I just stopped trying.
Mum had been shaking me since I passed out, but I tried not to let her know I'd come to. I didn't want anything to do with her. It was her fault I passed out in the first place.
How could she even think about sending me away from her? How was I supposed to survive in a strange place with strange people? That wasn’t even the worst of it. She was sending me to the country. I’d never left Seoul or it’s outskirts in my life - what did she expect me to do in the country? So I just laid there. On the floor. In a fancy restaurant.
I thought that her taking me out for dinner was going to be... well, fun, not life-changeingly awful. She was normally so reasonable and sensible that an idea like this just made me completely lose my mind with anger and confusion that I simply blacked out.
When I realised she was calling an ambulance, I decided to get the hell away from her. I peeked out of the slits I’d made my eyes, and she was looking away. I got up quietly, took my phone from the table and walked out. I heard her call after me, but she didn’t follow.
Outside, I finally felt how dizzy I was. My face got hot with embarrassment as I stumbled into a light-post and smacked my head. I used it to hold myself up while I shook my head and regained my vision. My legs shook a bit so I walked to get them working.
Mum knew I’d be fine - I was out at night more often than day when I had the choice. I probably knew everyone on this side of town since I had a job as a courier, and I went to school in the CBD. It made me smile to think of all of the wonderful people I knew, but then I realised I would very soon be leaving them. This made my smile disappear, to be replaced by absolute devastation.
All of my friends.
All of my peers.
Everyone.
I bit my lip to stop from crying and raised my head. Everything sucked. What’s worse, she said I had three days. Three. Why? Because she was moving to America for her job. I thought she could have at least let me stay with my father, but I knew she’d never allow it. He worked all night and drank all day and she didn’t trust him a bit.
So there I was, walking down a relatively quiet street at about eight at night, feeling like hell itself was beckoning. I was sure that was where I was going. I wondered if there was any point in even going home. For the next two days I’d be packing my things and saying goodbye to my friends... and then I’d be leaving.
Why is this happening to me?
I knew I’d be going a long way away. I knew I’d be in the middle of nowhere. I knew that everything was going to suck. What I didn’t know is that I was going to Jeju-do. JEJU!! That was almost as far as America!
“It’s the only place where I have family,” she said, trying to somehow get me on her side.
“I have family here!”
“We’re not discussing this anymore.” She said that so often over those three days that it lost all meaning.
I spent the plane ride with my earphones in, trying to get lost in the music. I didn’t want to accept the reality that I was leaving everything I knew for strange and new place, a new home, a new school.
When I got off the plane, I couldn’t avoid the reality anymore, no matter how high I cranked the music. I was a thousand miles away from home. Everything I knew...
When I ventured out onto the street to find my way to the train station, I was battered with the realisation that this wasn’t Seoul. I think I even forgot how to breathe, since I wasn’t used to the scent of clean air. I felt suddenly very small and very lost.
I sat on the train in silence, grimacing out the window at the miles and miles of green. Where were the houses? The streets? It was like a bad dream. Eventually, I fell asleep, but I woke from a terrifying dream about getting lost in the wilderness, all alone.
I didn’t know what people like about the countryside. You were too far away from everything, there’s nothing to do, and it’s dangerous and dirty. I shivered at the thought of having to wash my clothes at a creek or having no real bathroom or shower. I swallowed the lump in my throat, begging myself to catch the next plane back to Seoul and live with one of my friends. It was so tempting.
I found myself falling asleep again, despite how loud my music was, and when I woke, it was because my phone was buzzing. I looked at it, wondering if I should bother speaking to my mother.
“Yoboseyo?” I answered grimly, wanting to throw the phone out the window rather than converse with that traitor.
“You sound tired, Sweetie. Have you had enough sleep?”
“I was sleeping just then.”
“Oh, I apologise. Are you on the train?”
“Ne.”
“In that case, you should be at your station soon. It’s called Sincheon, remember?”
“Ne.”
“Make sure you don’t fall asleep again. Your Gomo Jinri will be there to pick you up, all right?”
“Ne.”
“Saranghae, Hyunseung-ah,” she said, sounding sad. I hated her too much to care at the time and just sighed. “Get a good night’s sleep tonight.”
“Ne.”
“Aniyong, Sweetie.”
“Ne.” I bared my teeth at the phone as I hung up and then slipped it back in my pocket.
Sure enough, I was soon pulling into Sincheon station, and I had to get up quickly to make sure I had all of my bags and was out the door before it closed. I stepped out onto the station and looked around. I was the only one there.
Great, I thought. As the train pulled away, I decided to walk out to the entrance to the station in case my aunt was waiting there. Once the sounds of the train left, I was accompanied only by the sounds of my feet, the wheels of one of my bags, and the occasional bird song. When I stepped out of the train station, another sound came, and I almost screamed.
It was a cow.
A cow.
And it was only about ten meters from me. I dropped almost all of my bags when I saw it. There was a fence between it and me, but it was looking at me. Right at me. And chewing. I just looked back, intimidated at the same time as curious. I’d never been so close to a cow. I wasn’t actually sure if I’d ever seen a cow before.
“I think she likes you,” came a voice that was a little too much like my mother’s. She had the same strange accent that most people could barely understand, but I was completely used to. When I looked at her, she looked like my mum too. She was slim and tall with longish black hair and big, dark eyes. I smiled at her, despite being mad that I had to be here. I just had a thing with strangers - I liked people that didn’t know me.
“Did she frighten you?”
“A-Aniyo... well, ne, a little.” I was suddenly embarrassed.
“She’s harmless, I promise. Here, let me take a bag for you.” She lifted a bag from the ground and led me to her car.
“You know, the last time I saw you, you were about two years old, and you had the biggest eyes in the world.” She opened the boot of her car and helped me arrange my bags in there. “You still do,” she said, looking at me. “What is it with boys your age dying their hair yellow, huh?” she asked, reaching up and pulling on my fringe. Okay, so she was a lot like mu umma.
“It’s blonde,” I said, leaning away from her, though not angrily. She just laughed slightly.
“I think you’ll like your new neighbour. I think he’s about your age.” I nodded; glad there was going to be someone around my age close by. “Come on, let’s get you home and get some food into you - you’re much too light-on.” I rolled my eyes as I got into the car. At least she seemed nice and down-to-earth, like Umma.
The car ride back was filled with conversation - mostly stories about Jinri and my mum as children. I found myself laughing a lot. After the sombre mood of the morning, the afternoon was turning around in a big way. I still grimaced when I looked outside and realised I was in the middle of nowhere, and when the car went over a bumpy section on the dirt road, but the conversation was taking my mind off it.
“You know, I always wanted children, but... nature decided I would be one of the unlucky ones.” I looked at my aunt then and caught her shrugging nonchalantly. The mood was suddenly cold, even though she seemed to be over it. I felt so sorry for her. I didn’t know what to say, so I just looked back at my lap.
“It’s not like I really met the right person, anyway,” she said, her voice sounding not at all upset. “It’s just me and my horses.” I suddenly gulped.
“You have horses?”
“Oh yeah; a whole stud. Didn’t your umma tell you that? It’s what I do for a living.” I almost groaned. I wasn’t even going to live in a town - I was going to live on a stud. “Have you ever been horse-riding?”
“Nope,” I said, wondering if I really should go back to Seoul.
“Well, maybe you can give it a go.”
“I don’t think so,” I said, smiling out the window.
“Waeyo? Are you too afraid?” I lost my smile and swallowed.
“Aniyo. I just don’t like animals.”
“Well, I hope you change your mind.”
Finally, we arrived. It was worse than I thought. Like in an American movie, there were big white fences and a few horses in each paddock, their heads buried in deep green grass. The house was big, too. As we walked up to it, I really was surprised. It was two-story and the roof was really high. It was pretty shabby-looking - the paint and the wood - but it still looked pretty cool. I was too busy looking at it to notice that there was something huge beside me.
Suddenly I heard its foot move on the ground and looked to my left. And screamed. As I catapulted my whole body to the right, it also screamed - louder and more horse-like - and reared up in fright. I watched it gallop away while I sat in the dirt, my heart beating faster than it ever had before.
“I probably should have warned you that Cheondung was in here, shouldn’t I?” Jinri said, giggling at me and offering me her hand. I took it and stood up, a disdainful feeling filling me at the realisation of how filthy my black skinnies would be now.
AHAHAH! CAN'T WAIT TO POST NEXT CHAPTER!!! Don't hate on me for calling the horse Cheondung, either - it's not being mean to Dungdung from MBLAQ! It's just a good name for a horse.
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Author: Lolcat/Syn2554
Pairing: Duseung, Tiny bit of Junseob (WAAAAY later)
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: Hyunseung gets sent to the remote island of Jeju and has to come up with a way of surviving as a city boy in the country :D
Author's Notes: This is my pride and Joy of all fanfics I've written, so please enjoy. It's long and a little rushed, but I hope you like it :D
COMMENT!
“Hyunseung-ah, please look at me,” I heard, but I was too far gone. This couldn’t be happening to me. I was too young - too vulnerable. My parents had just divorced. I didn’t think I could take anymore, so I just stopped trying.
Mum had been shaking me since I passed out, but I tried not to let her know I'd come to. I didn't want anything to do with her. It was her fault I passed out in the first place.
How could she even think about sending me away from her? How was I supposed to survive in a strange place with strange people? That wasn’t even the worst of it. She was sending me to the country. I’d never left Seoul or it’s outskirts in my life - what did she expect me to do in the country? So I just laid there. On the floor. In a fancy restaurant.
I thought that her taking me out for dinner was going to be... well, fun, not life-changeingly awful. She was normally so reasonable and sensible that an idea like this just made me completely lose my mind with anger and confusion that I simply blacked out.
When I realised she was calling an ambulance, I decided to get the hell away from her. I peeked out of the slits I’d made my eyes, and she was looking away. I got up quietly, took my phone from the table and walked out. I heard her call after me, but she didn’t follow.
Outside, I finally felt how dizzy I was. My face got hot with embarrassment as I stumbled into a light-post and smacked my head. I used it to hold myself up while I shook my head and regained my vision. My legs shook a bit so I walked to get them working.
Mum knew I’d be fine - I was out at night more often than day when I had the choice. I probably knew everyone on this side of town since I had a job as a courier, and I went to school in the CBD. It made me smile to think of all of the wonderful people I knew, but then I realised I would very soon be leaving them. This made my smile disappear, to be replaced by absolute devastation.
All of my friends.
All of my peers.
Everyone.
I bit my lip to stop from crying and raised my head. Everything sucked. What’s worse, she said I had three days. Three. Why? Because she was moving to America for her job. I thought she could have at least let me stay with my father, but I knew she’d never allow it. He worked all night and drank all day and she didn’t trust him a bit.
So there I was, walking down a relatively quiet street at about eight at night, feeling like hell itself was beckoning. I was sure that was where I was going. I wondered if there was any point in even going home. For the next two days I’d be packing my things and saying goodbye to my friends... and then I’d be leaving.
Why is this happening to me?
I knew I’d be going a long way away. I knew I’d be in the middle of nowhere. I knew that everything was going to suck. What I didn’t know is that I was going to Jeju-do. JEJU!! That was almost as far as America!
“It’s the only place where I have family,” she said, trying to somehow get me on her side.
“I have family here!”
“We’re not discussing this anymore.” She said that so often over those three days that it lost all meaning.
I spent the plane ride with my earphones in, trying to get lost in the music. I didn’t want to accept the reality that I was leaving everything I knew for strange and new place, a new home, a new school.
When I got off the plane, I couldn’t avoid the reality anymore, no matter how high I cranked the music. I was a thousand miles away from home. Everything I knew...
When I ventured out onto the street to find my way to the train station, I was battered with the realisation that this wasn’t Seoul. I think I even forgot how to breathe, since I wasn’t used to the scent of clean air. I felt suddenly very small and very lost.
I sat on the train in silence, grimacing out the window at the miles and miles of green. Where were the houses? The streets? It was like a bad dream. Eventually, I fell asleep, but I woke from a terrifying dream about getting lost in the wilderness, all alone.
I didn’t know what people like about the countryside. You were too far away from everything, there’s nothing to do, and it’s dangerous and dirty. I shivered at the thought of having to wash my clothes at a creek or having no real bathroom or shower. I swallowed the lump in my throat, begging myself to catch the next plane back to Seoul and live with one of my friends. It was so tempting.
I found myself falling asleep again, despite how loud my music was, and when I woke, it was because my phone was buzzing. I looked at it, wondering if I should bother speaking to my mother.
“Yoboseyo?” I answered grimly, wanting to throw the phone out the window rather than converse with that traitor.
“You sound tired, Sweetie. Have you had enough sleep?”
“I was sleeping just then.”
“Oh, I apologise. Are you on the train?”
“Ne.”
“In that case, you should be at your station soon. It’s called Sincheon, remember?”
“Ne.”
“Make sure you don’t fall asleep again. Your Gomo Jinri will be there to pick you up, all right?”
“Ne.”
“Saranghae, Hyunseung-ah,” she said, sounding sad. I hated her too much to care at the time and just sighed. “Get a good night’s sleep tonight.”
“Ne.”
“Aniyong, Sweetie.”
“Ne.” I bared my teeth at the phone as I hung up and then slipped it back in my pocket.
Sure enough, I was soon pulling into Sincheon station, and I had to get up quickly to make sure I had all of my bags and was out the door before it closed. I stepped out onto the station and looked around. I was the only one there.
Great, I thought. As the train pulled away, I decided to walk out to the entrance to the station in case my aunt was waiting there. Once the sounds of the train left, I was accompanied only by the sounds of my feet, the wheels of one of my bags, and the occasional bird song. When I stepped out of the train station, another sound came, and I almost screamed.
It was a cow.
A cow.
And it was only about ten meters from me. I dropped almost all of my bags when I saw it. There was a fence between it and me, but it was looking at me. Right at me. And chewing. I just looked back, intimidated at the same time as curious. I’d never been so close to a cow. I wasn’t actually sure if I’d ever seen a cow before.
“I think she likes you,” came a voice that was a little too much like my mother’s. She had the same strange accent that most people could barely understand, but I was completely used to. When I looked at her, she looked like my mum too. She was slim and tall with longish black hair and big, dark eyes. I smiled at her, despite being mad that I had to be here. I just had a thing with strangers - I liked people that didn’t know me.
“Did she frighten you?”
“A-Aniyo... well, ne, a little.” I was suddenly embarrassed.
“She’s harmless, I promise. Here, let me take a bag for you.” She lifted a bag from the ground and led me to her car.
“You know, the last time I saw you, you were about two years old, and you had the biggest eyes in the world.” She opened the boot of her car and helped me arrange my bags in there. “You still do,” she said, looking at me. “What is it with boys your age dying their hair yellow, huh?” she asked, reaching up and pulling on my fringe. Okay, so she was a lot like mu umma.
“It’s blonde,” I said, leaning away from her, though not angrily. She just laughed slightly.
“I think you’ll like your new neighbour. I think he’s about your age.” I nodded; glad there was going to be someone around my age close by. “Come on, let’s get you home and get some food into you - you’re much too light-on.” I rolled my eyes as I got into the car. At least she seemed nice and down-to-earth, like Umma.
The car ride back was filled with conversation - mostly stories about Jinri and my mum as children. I found myself laughing a lot. After the sombre mood of the morning, the afternoon was turning around in a big way. I still grimaced when I looked outside and realised I was in the middle of nowhere, and when the car went over a bumpy section on the dirt road, but the conversation was taking my mind off it.
“You know, I always wanted children, but... nature decided I would be one of the unlucky ones.” I looked at my aunt then and caught her shrugging nonchalantly. The mood was suddenly cold, even though she seemed to be over it. I felt so sorry for her. I didn’t know what to say, so I just looked back at my lap.
“It’s not like I really met the right person, anyway,” she said, her voice sounding not at all upset. “It’s just me and my horses.” I suddenly gulped.
“You have horses?”
“Oh yeah; a whole stud. Didn’t your umma tell you that? It’s what I do for a living.” I almost groaned. I wasn’t even going to live in a town - I was going to live on a stud. “Have you ever been horse-riding?”
“Nope,” I said, wondering if I really should go back to Seoul.
“Well, maybe you can give it a go.”
“I don’t think so,” I said, smiling out the window.
“Waeyo? Are you too afraid?” I lost my smile and swallowed.
“Aniyo. I just don’t like animals.”
“Well, I hope you change your mind.”
Finally, we arrived. It was worse than I thought. Like in an American movie, there were big white fences and a few horses in each paddock, their heads buried in deep green grass. The house was big, too. As we walked up to it, I really was surprised. It was two-story and the roof was really high. It was pretty shabby-looking - the paint and the wood - but it still looked pretty cool. I was too busy looking at it to notice that there was something huge beside me.
Suddenly I heard its foot move on the ground and looked to my left. And screamed. As I catapulted my whole body to the right, it also screamed - louder and more horse-like - and reared up in fright. I watched it gallop away while I sat in the dirt, my heart beating faster than it ever had before.
“I probably should have warned you that Cheondung was in here, shouldn’t I?” Jinri said, giggling at me and offering me her hand. I took it and stood up, a disdainful feeling filling me at the realisation of how filthy my black skinnies would be now.
AHAHAH! CAN'T WAIT TO POST NEXT CHAPTER!!! Don't hate on me for calling the horse Cheondung, either - it's not being mean to Dungdung from MBLAQ! It's just a good name for a horse.
Comment :)