Korean Boys and Wooing Girls
Title: Korean Boys and Wooing girls
Author: B2utifulyoebo
Pairing: Slight! Junseung
Genre: Comedy
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,337
Summary: Junhyung had pretty much fallen in love, he just wish he knew how to talk to her.
A/N: Read Korean Boys and Being the New Kid if you want context... otherwise don't bother, it's not great.
Junhyung had gone on exchange with very few ideas about what would happen. He figured he would eat some foreign food, meet some foreign people and go back home with no real impact on how he was going to live his life in the future. Honestly, he was going on exchange because his mum wanted him to. “It’s easier to get A’s in foreign countries!” and “It’s easy to find a job if you study abroad!” He thought it was a cop out, to be honest.
What he definitely hadn’t expected a mere two weeks into his six month exchange was to fall head over heels in love with a girl a few schools over. She had shoulder length, strawberry blond hair, big, glassy eyes and legs that seemed to go on forever. The first time he’d seen her, he almost fell over. He received a knowing smirk from the other exchange student staying with him (Thomas from Hong Kong).
He only ever saw her on Wednesdays, when he walked home due to his host family having work- she must have had P.E. on a Wednesday. She was always wearing ugly blue shorts and a zip up track suit style jacket he’d come to associate with sport. She still managed to look hot in them. He often fantasised about walking over to her and introducing himself on his way home, but he never did.
It wasn’t like he was particularly shy, or anything either. It’s just- he thought it was a little weird, to randomly introduce yourself to a girl. They went to separate schools and there was literally no reason he could think of as an excuse, so he continued to stare at her longingly on his way home every Wednesday.
‘Just go talk to her!’ Thomas hissed one day, shoving his shoulder.
‘No! It’s weird!’
‘Go, la! Go, la, go, la, go, la,’ Thomas chimed in that way he sometimes did- he called it the Hong Kong dialect, Junhyung called it bloody annoying.
‘No! And stop saying that!’
‘What do you say in Korean way? Ka jya! Ka jya!’ Junhyung winced at the butchering of his language.
‘It’s weird to just do that, besides, it’s gaja… and that’s informal,’ he added grumpily.
Luckily for him, Junhyung’s host family lived only a few streets away from one of the boys she hung out with lived. Quirky, loud and mildly annoying, the boy was hard to miss despite his short height- even in the mornings when Junhyung’s eyes were glued together. He just hoped they weren’t dating. He didn’t think he could handle the crushing his heart would go through if she was dating that shorty.
Unluckily for Junhyung, he still had no idea how to approach any of the students from Maryville- yes, a fancy school- and introduce himself. He wondered if he could just ask them to join in a game after school. No. Maybe he could ask if they knew some random person. No, that was weird and ridiculous. The answer came in the form of an awful Tuesday morning.
Junhyung was well and truly ready to see his beautiful future wife the next day. So far, his morning hadn’t been great. He’d been the last to shower, with no hot water, and was consequently running late- Thomas had snuck in before him and was well and truly gone by the time he’d got out. His new totally hot but painful piercing throbbed in his ear- he hoped it wasn’t an infection, and he’d only minutes ago stubbed his toe on his bedroom door in his rush to escape the house.
He flew out of the house, patting down his pockets to check for his keys and jumped through the gate. He crashed into another person, small but also moving fast enough to almost knock him from his feet. A few choice curses in Korean flew from his mouth as he steadied himself against the gate, frowning as he look at the person who had smacked into him. Big brown eyes stared at him, open mouthed.
‘You’re Korean?’ the boy squeaked, scrabbling to his feet. Junhyung nodded dumbly, holding out a hand to help the other up. ‘Do you know IU? I’m Yoseob, by the way!’
‘Uh, yeah?’ Junhyung frowned slightly, confused by the sudden music related question. He barely even noticed the change into Korean, he was sure his head was going to start spinning. ‘I’m Junhyung- or well, Jason,’ Yoseob seemed very excited to meet another Korean person.
‘Do you love her?’ he asked suddenly, eyes wide and excited.
‘Er, who?’ the taller replied, his mind darting back to the leggy girl he- Yoseob- hung around with. Surely he couldn’t know about that.
‘IU! Isn’t she awesome? Do you love her? No one around here knows IU, it drives me mad,’ Yoseob raved, bouncing happily.
‘Yeah, she’s uh… I liked her high note, but I’m more…’ He trailed off, shrugging.
‘I like Apink too, they’re so cute and catchy! If you want sexy it’s gotta be 4minute though,’ Junhyung just nodded as Yoseob rattled on, he got the feeling Yoseob liked idol groups a lot more than he did.
They walked together, chatting- or at least Yoseob was chatting while Junhyung daydreamed about how wonderful it was going to be to finally talk to the strawberry blond babe who hung out with Yoseob. Yes, he’d twigged almost immediately that, if the circumstances were right, he could be introduced to the hot girl without the need of a complicated excuse.
Junhyung had completely forgotten how late he was going to be to psychology.
While they walked, he discovered that, once the younger boy had finally stopped gushing about idols, he was actually quite fun to talk to. Apparently, Yoseob had a habit of pulling pranks on people- something Junhyung both related to and admired in a person. He listened to tales about pulling wigs from teacher’s heads and entire classrooms of eight year old girls screaming because they were convinced that Yoseob had seen a mouse running around the room.
Yoseob was met by a group of people at the gate, a few boys of little consequence and her. Junhyung blinked, not used to seeing her in a proper uniform. She was wearing long pants, a polo shirt and black sneakers. He blinked, she looked a lot different up close. Her hair was less shoulder length and more a layered bob. What he was sure would be subtle curves under her shirt were flat planes and sharp angles.
He was introduced, briefly to everyone, he couldn’t remember their names, but when it came to her, he perked up. ‘And this is Harry,’ Yoseob smiled, ‘But I say Seungie, ‘cause we’re both Korean, see?’ Junhyung nodded dumbly in response. He’d had a penpal called Harriet in America.
Harriett is a pretty name.
Junhyung was sure he smiled like an idiot, but he didn’t even care. He’d finally met her. Harriet. Seungie- Seungah? Seungyeon? Both lovely. Even though, up close she wasn’t as pretty as he expected, he was ecstatic.
Seungie smiled at him, a wonderfully oblivious smile. Her eyes twinkled and her cheeks pulled up, her teeth shone and Junhyung was absolutely positive the sun had paused in its day just to shine down on that perfect smile. Beautiful smile. Wonderful smile. He really, really liked her smile.
However, there was a problem when he looked a little closer.
‘Nice to meet you, Junhyung!’ Seungie’s voice was deep.
Very, very deep. As in, as deep as his and deeper than Yoseob’s and her hands were bigger than he expected when they clasped with his for a handshake. The flat planes below her shirt weren’t just hills that had yet to turn into mountains, they were just plain old flats and when he looked closely at the girl’s neck, he saw a distinct lump protruding from her throat. An Adams apple.
Harry. Not Harriett.
And Junhyung’s soul left his body.
Author: B2utifulyoebo
Pairing: Slight! Junseung
Genre: Comedy
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,337
Summary: Junhyung had pretty much fallen in love, he just wish he knew how to talk to her.
A/N: Read Korean Boys and Being the New Kid if you want context... otherwise don't bother, it's not great.
Junhyung had gone on exchange with very few ideas about what would happen. He figured he would eat some foreign food, meet some foreign people and go back home with no real impact on how he was going to live his life in the future. Honestly, he was going on exchange because his mum wanted him to. “It’s easier to get A’s in foreign countries!” and “It’s easy to find a job if you study abroad!” He thought it was a cop out, to be honest.
What he definitely hadn’t expected a mere two weeks into his six month exchange was to fall head over heels in love with a girl a few schools over. She had shoulder length, strawberry blond hair, big, glassy eyes and legs that seemed to go on forever. The first time he’d seen her, he almost fell over. He received a knowing smirk from the other exchange student staying with him (Thomas from Hong Kong).
He only ever saw her on Wednesdays, when he walked home due to his host family having work- she must have had P.E. on a Wednesday. She was always wearing ugly blue shorts and a zip up track suit style jacket he’d come to associate with sport. She still managed to look hot in them. He often fantasised about walking over to her and introducing himself on his way home, but he never did.
It wasn’t like he was particularly shy, or anything either. It’s just- he thought it was a little weird, to randomly introduce yourself to a girl. They went to separate schools and there was literally no reason he could think of as an excuse, so he continued to stare at her longingly on his way home every Wednesday.
‘Just go talk to her!’ Thomas hissed one day, shoving his shoulder.
‘No! It’s weird!’
‘Go, la! Go, la, go, la, go, la,’ Thomas chimed in that way he sometimes did- he called it the Hong Kong dialect, Junhyung called it bloody annoying.
‘No! And stop saying that!’
‘What do you say in Korean way? Ka jya! Ka jya!’ Junhyung winced at the butchering of his language.
‘It’s weird to just do that, besides, it’s gaja… and that’s informal,’ he added grumpily.
Luckily for him, Junhyung’s host family lived only a few streets away from one of the boys she hung out with lived. Quirky, loud and mildly annoying, the boy was hard to miss despite his short height- even in the mornings when Junhyung’s eyes were glued together. He just hoped they weren’t dating. He didn’t think he could handle the crushing his heart would go through if she was dating that shorty.
Unluckily for Junhyung, he still had no idea how to approach any of the students from Maryville- yes, a fancy school- and introduce himself. He wondered if he could just ask them to join in a game after school. No. Maybe he could ask if they knew some random person. No, that was weird and ridiculous. The answer came in the form of an awful Tuesday morning.
Junhyung was well and truly ready to see his beautiful future wife the next day. So far, his morning hadn’t been great. He’d been the last to shower, with no hot water, and was consequently running late- Thomas had snuck in before him and was well and truly gone by the time he’d got out. His new totally hot but painful piercing throbbed in his ear- he hoped it wasn’t an infection, and he’d only minutes ago stubbed his toe on his bedroom door in his rush to escape the house.
He flew out of the house, patting down his pockets to check for his keys and jumped through the gate. He crashed into another person, small but also moving fast enough to almost knock him from his feet. A few choice curses in Korean flew from his mouth as he steadied himself against the gate, frowning as he look at the person who had smacked into him. Big brown eyes stared at him, open mouthed.
‘You’re Korean?’ the boy squeaked, scrabbling to his feet. Junhyung nodded dumbly, holding out a hand to help the other up. ‘Do you know IU? I’m Yoseob, by the way!’
‘Uh, yeah?’ Junhyung frowned slightly, confused by the sudden music related question. He barely even noticed the change into Korean, he was sure his head was going to start spinning. ‘I’m Junhyung- or well, Jason,’ Yoseob seemed very excited to meet another Korean person.
‘Do you love her?’ he asked suddenly, eyes wide and excited.
‘Er, who?’ the taller replied, his mind darting back to the leggy girl he- Yoseob- hung around with. Surely he couldn’t know about that.
‘IU! Isn’t she awesome? Do you love her? No one around here knows IU, it drives me mad,’ Yoseob raved, bouncing happily.
‘Yeah, she’s uh… I liked her high note, but I’m more…’ He trailed off, shrugging.
‘I like Apink too, they’re so cute and catchy! If you want sexy it’s gotta be 4minute though,’ Junhyung just nodded as Yoseob rattled on, he got the feeling Yoseob liked idol groups a lot more than he did.
They walked together, chatting- or at least Yoseob was chatting while Junhyung daydreamed about how wonderful it was going to be to finally talk to the strawberry blond babe who hung out with Yoseob. Yes, he’d twigged almost immediately that, if the circumstances were right, he could be introduced to the hot girl without the need of a complicated excuse.
Junhyung had completely forgotten how late he was going to be to psychology.
While they walked, he discovered that, once the younger boy had finally stopped gushing about idols, he was actually quite fun to talk to. Apparently, Yoseob had a habit of pulling pranks on people- something Junhyung both related to and admired in a person. He listened to tales about pulling wigs from teacher’s heads and entire classrooms of eight year old girls screaming because they were convinced that Yoseob had seen a mouse running around the room.
Yoseob was met by a group of people at the gate, a few boys of little consequence and her. Junhyung blinked, not used to seeing her in a proper uniform. She was wearing long pants, a polo shirt and black sneakers. He blinked, she looked a lot different up close. Her hair was less shoulder length and more a layered bob. What he was sure would be subtle curves under her shirt were flat planes and sharp angles.
He was introduced, briefly to everyone, he couldn’t remember their names, but when it came to her, he perked up. ‘And this is Harry,’ Yoseob smiled, ‘But I say Seungie, ‘cause we’re both Korean, see?’ Junhyung nodded dumbly in response. He’d had a penpal called Harriet in America.
Harriett is a pretty name.
Junhyung was sure he smiled like an idiot, but he didn’t even care. He’d finally met her. Harriet. Seungie- Seungah? Seungyeon? Both lovely. Even though, up close she wasn’t as pretty as he expected, he was ecstatic.
Seungie smiled at him, a wonderfully oblivious smile. Her eyes twinkled and her cheeks pulled up, her teeth shone and Junhyung was absolutely positive the sun had paused in its day just to shine down on that perfect smile. Beautiful smile. Wonderful smile. He really, really liked her smile.
However, there was a problem when he looked a little closer.
‘Nice to meet you, Junhyung!’ Seungie’s voice was deep.
Very, very deep. As in, as deep as his and deeper than Yoseob’s and her hands were bigger than he expected when they clasped with his for a handshake. The flat planes below her shirt weren’t just hills that had yet to turn into mountains, they were just plain old flats and when he looked closely at the girl’s neck, he saw a distinct lump protruding from her throat. An Adams apple.
Harry. Not Harriett.
And Junhyung’s soul left his body.