you're not alone; chapter one
Title: You're Not Alone
Author: tsukixchan
Rating: G
Pairing: None (For this chapter)
Word Count: ten ninety two
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A/N: So, this is my first attempt at writing a chaptered fanfiction with OCs.... Comments are loved! (And I blame kyuminheartsyou for making me put this up.
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~January, 2000~
Hyun-Ah fidgeted nervously in the lobby. She was scared to death, being out here by herself. At 9 years old, she was hardly old enough to live on her own, but she had no other choice. It wasn’t like she could ask her parents to move here, to Korea, when they were fully settled in Seattle, her birthplace. Sighing, she pulled her knees up to her chin and buried her face in the gap. Flashes of memory echoed through her head. Learning Korean from her parents, speaking English in classrooms, the Mandarin lessons she would take outside of classes after learning she had an aptitude for languages…the expression on her brother’s face when he learned that she was leaving, and wouldn’t come back for a long time… The memories brought hot, burning tears to her eyes. Before she even knew it, the tears were spilling up and over, tracing tracks down her face. A light tap on her shoulder brought her out of her memories. She jerked her head up to see a boy with black hair and expressive brown eyes looking down gently at her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, but not in the language she would’ve expected-Korean. He spoke in Mandarin, and Hyun-Ah was suddenly grateful for all those years she had spent learning Mandarin in Seattle. She wiped away the few tears that remained with her sleeve, taking a quick breath before turning to the boy with concern in his eyes.
“I just miss my family.” She whispered quietly in Mandarin, sighing as she wished she could be home and cuddled with her mother. The boy sat down next to Hyun-Ah, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders as he hugged her awkwardly, patting her gently on the back. Hyun-Ah froze from the unexpected touch of this stranger, but the repeated strokes had the same feeling as when her mother or brother stroked her back. The nostalgic feeling caused another wave of tears to flow from Hyun-Ah’s eyes, and she clutched the boy’s shoulders, tears dripping from her eyes. As time passed, Hyun-Ah straightened up, wiping at her tears again and composing herself. “Thank you.” She said softly in Mandarin, pulling away from the boy.
“Why are you here alone?” he asked her, pulling his arms away. She sighed, looking down at her hands, folded neatly in her lap.
“I took part in an audition for a company, and they accepted me and flew me over here to Korea.” Hyun-Ah said, waiting for the same reaction that her friends back in Seattle had. The shock as they pulled away after hearing it whispered, looking at her differently…she hated it. It didn’t make her any different, and for once, she just wanted someone to be happy for her, not the resentment she received from her friends, because they too had auditioned, yet were rejected. What she didn’t expect was the expression on this stranger’s face. A broad smile spread over his face.
“Really? For what company?” he questioned eagerly, naturally leaning in. Hyun-Ah smiled tentatively. This was…unexpected, to say the least. But so welcome, so very welcome.
“SM Entertainment.” Was the answer, and Hyun-Ah was shocked at the boy’s reaction. Delight and joy lit up his face.
“Wow! That’s awesome! Guess what?” he said eagerly. Hyun-Ah shook her head.
“I don’t know.” She whispered softly. The boy grinned.
“I got accepted into SM too! So let’s stick together, okay?” he said, patting her on the head. Hyun-Ah nodded. “Oh, what’s your name?” he suddenly remembered this all-important question.
“Park Hyun-Ah. What’s yours?” she asked shyly.
“Han Geng. Nice to meet you, Hyun-Ah.” Han Geng bowed slightly. Hyun-Ah smiled. For some reason, Han Geng reminded her of the family she had left behind. Her mouth hesitantly mouthed the Korean word she knew he wouldn’t understand. Up until this point, their whole conversation had been in Mandarin, the language he was familiar with and the one she regarded as her third language.
“Oppa, Han Geng oppa.” She whispered in Korean. Han Geng looked at her, puzzled. “Brother. You give off the same vibe as my brother.” She told him in Mandarin, and he smiled.
“How old are you, Hyun-Ah?” he said, resting his chin on his hands.
“I’m 9 years old. What about you?” Hyun-Ah said. Han Geng’s eyes widened.
“9? That’s awfully young to be out here by yourself! I’ll take care of you while we’re here in Korea then, okay?” Han Geng said, shocked. “I’m 16, by the way.” He added as an after-thought.
“16?” Hyun-Ah choked out. “I didn’t think you were that old!” she covered her mouth. “I didn’t mean for it to come out that way…” she muttered quietly, apologizing over and over, bowing as she had been raised.
“It’s okay, Hyun-Ah. You don’t need to apologize. I suppose 16 is quite old, in the perspective of a 9 year old.” Han Geng chuckled, covering his mouth with one hand, trying to stifle his laughter. The sound of his laughter was contagious, his laughter itself was something to laugh at, and Hyun-Ah couldn’t help but burst out laughing with him. A man walked up next to the two and cleared his throat impatiently. Hyun-Ah turned towards him.
“Are you Park Hyun-Ah ssi?” he asked in rapid Korean. Hyun-Ah nodded quickly, and the man began speaking again, this time to Han Geng. “And would you be Han Geng ssi?” he asked, waiting for a reply while Han Geng just looked confused. Hyun-Ah answered for him instead.
“He is, and who would you be?” she asked politely.
“I am a representative for SM Entertainment, I was sent to pick the two of you up from the airport. Please follow me and we will take a taxi to meet the head of SM Entertainment, Lee Soo Man ssi.” The man informed them. Hyun-Ah pulled Han Geng up, and they picked up their bags. As they walked, Hyun-Ah translated everything for Han Geng.
“You need to stay with me, mei mei.” Han Geng said seriously. Little sister…he called me his little sister. “I promised you I would take care of you. Even though we just met, please trust me.” He told her in Mandarin, staring deeply into her eyes. Hyun-Ah closed her eyes, and in a sign of trust, leaned her dark head on Han Geng’s shoulder.
“Xie xie, ge ge. I trust you. I’ll stay with you, if they let me.” Hyun-Ah whispered quietly. Thank you, for being the brother I thought I had left behind.
Author: tsukixchan
Rating: G
Pairing: None (For this chapter)
Word Count: ten ninety two
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A/N: So, this is my first attempt at writing a chaptered fanfiction with OCs.... Comments are loved! (And I blame kyuminheartsyou for making me put this up.
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~January, 2000~
Hyun-Ah fidgeted nervously in the lobby. She was scared to death, being out here by herself. At 9 years old, she was hardly old enough to live on her own, but she had no other choice. It wasn’t like she could ask her parents to move here, to Korea, when they were fully settled in Seattle, her birthplace. Sighing, she pulled her knees up to her chin and buried her face in the gap. Flashes of memory echoed through her head. Learning Korean from her parents, speaking English in classrooms, the Mandarin lessons she would take outside of classes after learning she had an aptitude for languages…the expression on her brother’s face when he learned that she was leaving, and wouldn’t come back for a long time… The memories brought hot, burning tears to her eyes. Before she even knew it, the tears were spilling up and over, tracing tracks down her face. A light tap on her shoulder brought her out of her memories. She jerked her head up to see a boy with black hair and expressive brown eyes looking down gently at her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, but not in the language she would’ve expected-Korean. He spoke in Mandarin, and Hyun-Ah was suddenly grateful for all those years she had spent learning Mandarin in Seattle. She wiped away the few tears that remained with her sleeve, taking a quick breath before turning to the boy with concern in his eyes.
“I just miss my family.” She whispered quietly in Mandarin, sighing as she wished she could be home and cuddled with her mother. The boy sat down next to Hyun-Ah, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders as he hugged her awkwardly, patting her gently on the back. Hyun-Ah froze from the unexpected touch of this stranger, but the repeated strokes had the same feeling as when her mother or brother stroked her back. The nostalgic feeling caused another wave of tears to flow from Hyun-Ah’s eyes, and she clutched the boy’s shoulders, tears dripping from her eyes. As time passed, Hyun-Ah straightened up, wiping at her tears again and composing herself. “Thank you.” She said softly in Mandarin, pulling away from the boy.
“Why are you here alone?” he asked her, pulling his arms away. She sighed, looking down at her hands, folded neatly in her lap.
“I took part in an audition for a company, and they accepted me and flew me over here to Korea.” Hyun-Ah said, waiting for the same reaction that her friends back in Seattle had. The shock as they pulled away after hearing it whispered, looking at her differently…she hated it. It didn’t make her any different, and for once, she just wanted someone to be happy for her, not the resentment she received from her friends, because they too had auditioned, yet were rejected. What she didn’t expect was the expression on this stranger’s face. A broad smile spread over his face.
“Really? For what company?” he questioned eagerly, naturally leaning in. Hyun-Ah smiled tentatively. This was…unexpected, to say the least. But so welcome, so very welcome.
“SM Entertainment.” Was the answer, and Hyun-Ah was shocked at the boy’s reaction. Delight and joy lit up his face.
“Wow! That’s awesome! Guess what?” he said eagerly. Hyun-Ah shook her head.
“I don’t know.” She whispered softly. The boy grinned.
“I got accepted into SM too! So let’s stick together, okay?” he said, patting her on the head. Hyun-Ah nodded. “Oh, what’s your name?” he suddenly remembered this all-important question.
“Park Hyun-Ah. What’s yours?” she asked shyly.
“Han Geng. Nice to meet you, Hyun-Ah.” Han Geng bowed slightly. Hyun-Ah smiled. For some reason, Han Geng reminded her of the family she had left behind. Her mouth hesitantly mouthed the Korean word she knew he wouldn’t understand. Up until this point, their whole conversation had been in Mandarin, the language he was familiar with and the one she regarded as her third language.
“Oppa, Han Geng oppa.” She whispered in Korean. Han Geng looked at her, puzzled. “Brother. You give off the same vibe as my brother.” She told him in Mandarin, and he smiled.
“How old are you, Hyun-Ah?” he said, resting his chin on his hands.
“I’m 9 years old. What about you?” Hyun-Ah said. Han Geng’s eyes widened.
“9? That’s awfully young to be out here by yourself! I’ll take care of you while we’re here in Korea then, okay?” Han Geng said, shocked. “I’m 16, by the way.” He added as an after-thought.
“16?” Hyun-Ah choked out. “I didn’t think you were that old!” she covered her mouth. “I didn’t mean for it to come out that way…” she muttered quietly, apologizing over and over, bowing as she had been raised.
“It’s okay, Hyun-Ah. You don’t need to apologize. I suppose 16 is quite old, in the perspective of a 9 year old.” Han Geng chuckled, covering his mouth with one hand, trying to stifle his laughter. The sound of his laughter was contagious, his laughter itself was something to laugh at, and Hyun-Ah couldn’t help but burst out laughing with him. A man walked up next to the two and cleared his throat impatiently. Hyun-Ah turned towards him.
“Are you Park Hyun-Ah ssi?” he asked in rapid Korean. Hyun-Ah nodded quickly, and the man began speaking again, this time to Han Geng. “And would you be Han Geng ssi?” he asked, waiting for a reply while Han Geng just looked confused. Hyun-Ah answered for him instead.
“He is, and who would you be?” she asked politely.
“I am a representative for SM Entertainment, I was sent to pick the two of you up from the airport. Please follow me and we will take a taxi to meet the head of SM Entertainment, Lee Soo Man ssi.” The man informed them. Hyun-Ah pulled Han Geng up, and they picked up their bags. As they walked, Hyun-Ah translated everything for Han Geng.
“You need to stay with me, mei mei.” Han Geng said seriously. Little sister…he called me his little sister. “I promised you I would take care of you. Even though we just met, please trust me.” He told her in Mandarin, staring deeply into her eyes. Hyun-Ah closed her eyes, and in a sign of trust, leaned her dark head on Han Geng’s shoulder.
“Xie xie, ge ge. I trust you. I’ll stay with you, if they let me.” Hyun-Ah whispered quietly. Thank you, for being the brother I thought I had left behind.