A Journey Called Life
Title: A Journey Called Life
Pairing: Junsu-centric, Yoosu
Genre: Angst
Length: series of prompts
Rating: PG 13
Warning(s): boy x boy love
Summary: A dream, A chance, A love
A/N: It’s been a while, a very good thing happened today and I found myself writing again. ^_^
CHAPTER 1
Seoul is a busy city.
It really never is a foreign friendly town.
I hate the fact that though I look one of them, I could never speak like them.
Unable to communicate very well, I huffed in annoyance.
Sitting in a corner while looking through their faces,
I’ve realized they looked so blank, so cold and unfriendly.
It was very far from where I came from.
And deep inside me, a little voice kept on nagging me to come back home and ask for my eomma’s forgiveness.
But at the same time, a part of me says to stay and do what I must do.
That I should not let my sacrifice be wasted…
Taking hold of the tiny paper inside my pocket, I stared hard at the address written on it.
‘A long way to go’, I whispered to myself.
I was about to get up when a man came onto my view and bumped me really hard,
I cursed loudly as I fell on the floor.
I thought I heard my bones cracked from the impact.
Not really aware of what’s happening, another man came running.
He was in a police’s uniform and I think he’s after to the one that bumped me.
He also looks a bit young, maybe around my age.
I wondered why he stopped in front of me, so even if I felt a hell lot of a pain down on my ass, I stood up and faced him.
I watched as he angrily shouted at me for some unknown reasons.
I felt mad towards him, but I reasoned to myself that a man in the uniform is the last thing I wanted to deal with.
So after the policeman stopped blabbering, I sighed and said
“A-ahm sho-ri! Ay downt unjersh-tand yu.” (I’m sorry! I don’t understand you.)
With little English that I know, I felt really stupid and embarrassed as I heard the police laugh after what I said.
“Really? Where are you from?” the police asked in perfect English.
Thankful that the other understood what I just said, I politely replied,
“Chaynis! A-hm prom Chaynah!” (Chinese! I’m from China!)
I saw him widened his eyes and smile at me.
“Ni hao! I am Lee Hyukjae at your service!” the police muttered.
I gasped as I heard him talk mandarin to me.
“N-ni hao! I’m Kim Junsu. Nice to meet you.”
We shared a firm handshake afterwards.
And then I just thought to myself, ‘Who said that Seoul is not friendly?’
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Pairing: Junsu-centric, Yoosu
Genre: Angst
Length: series of prompts
Rating: PG 13
Warning(s): boy x boy love
Summary: A dream, A chance, A love
A/N: It’s been a while, a very good thing happened today and I found myself writing again. ^_^
CHAPTER 1
Seoul is a busy city.
It really never is a foreign friendly town.
I hate the fact that though I look one of them, I could never speak like them.
Unable to communicate very well, I huffed in annoyance.
Sitting in a corner while looking through their faces,
I’ve realized they looked so blank, so cold and unfriendly.
It was very far from where I came from.
And deep inside me, a little voice kept on nagging me to come back home and ask for my eomma’s forgiveness.
But at the same time, a part of me says to stay and do what I must do.
That I should not let my sacrifice be wasted…
Taking hold of the tiny paper inside my pocket, I stared hard at the address written on it.
‘A long way to go’, I whispered to myself.
I was about to get up when a man came onto my view and bumped me really hard,
I cursed loudly as I fell on the floor.
I thought I heard my bones cracked from the impact.
Not really aware of what’s happening, another man came running.
He was in a police’s uniform and I think he’s after to the one that bumped me.
He also looks a bit young, maybe around my age.
I wondered why he stopped in front of me, so even if I felt a hell lot of a pain down on my ass, I stood up and faced him.
I watched as he angrily shouted at me for some unknown reasons.
I felt mad towards him, but I reasoned to myself that a man in the uniform is the last thing I wanted to deal with.
So after the policeman stopped blabbering, I sighed and said
“A-ahm sho-ri! Ay downt unjersh-tand yu.” (I’m sorry! I don’t understand you.)
With little English that I know, I felt really stupid and embarrassed as I heard the police laugh after what I said.
“Really? Where are you from?” the police asked in perfect English.
Thankful that the other understood what I just said, I politely replied,
“Chaynis! A-hm prom Chaynah!” (Chinese! I’m from China!)
I saw him widened his eyes and smile at me.
“Ni hao! I am Lee Hyukjae at your service!” the police muttered.
I gasped as I heard him talk mandarin to me.
“N-ni hao! I’m Kim Junsu. Nice to meet you.”
We shared a firm handshake afterwards.
And then I just thought to myself, ‘Who said that Seoul is not friendly?’
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