Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Yuna opened her eyes. It was the first day of school, but there was no way she was looking forward to it. Sure, she'd taken English classes for three years, but she wasn't fluent in the complicated language yet. Yes, she was better at it than her parents, but that's because they expected her to be their translator.

"Han Yuna! Up! Breakfast ready!"
She groaned quietly at her mother's broken up English. Getting up, she got dressed, put on a little bit of makeup, then walked out with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She grabbed a banana, not in the mood for eggs this morning, and headed towards the door.
"Yuna! I made food!"
Yuna turned around, a hand on the doorknob. "Ma, I need to get going, or I'll be late."
She frowned, having not understood. Sighing, Yuna repeated it in Korean. "Oh. Make alarm early then." Mrs. Han smiled in satisfaction, staring at her daughter while she waited for a reply.
Yuna frowned in return. "Fine. Bye Ma." Without another word, she opened the door and walked out, breathing in the warm Arizona air. At least a pair of shorts were in her backpack for later - when the heat really kicked in.

"Ya! Who are you?"
Yuna turned around. She hadn't expected to hear the voice so soon after leaving home. "Huh?"
The boy wasn't much taller than her and riding a skateboard. He stopped as soon as he got close enough to talk, picking the object up. "I've never seen you before."
Yuna blushed at his straight-forwardness. "Oh. My family moved from Korea."
"Korea? Your English is good."
Yuna looked down at the sidewalk. "Thanks. I'm still studying though."
The boy nodded. "How long were you studying before this?"
"Three years." Yuna took a deep breath and looked up. "I'm Han Yuna."
The boy smiled. "Byun Baekhyun. I suppose you by Yuna?"
She nodded. "What about you? Baekhyun?"
His smile widened. "Yup. I'm from Korea, too, you know."
Yuna's eyes widened. What are the odds? Meeting someone who speaks my language? "Oh! Oppa, I-"
Baekhyun laughed. "It's fine, Yuna. Don't sweat it."
Yuna frowned. "I'm not sweating."
"It's just an expression, Yuna." Baekhyun's eyes were twinkling with amusement, and Yuna decided to loosen up a bit. "So what school are you going to?"
"Willcox High School." Yuna frowned at her loose pronunciation, and was about to try again when Baekhyun smiled.
"Me too."
"Baekhyun.." Yuna let his name trail off, glancing at him.
The boy turned towards her, his eyebrows raised in expectation. "Hmm?"
"Can you show me to the office?" she asked, staring down at the cement in front of her shyly.
Baekhyun nudged her gently. "Sure. Maybe we'll have a few classes together!" He smiled. "Come on, we should probably hurry, if we don't want to be late." He set his skateboard down, but didn't stand on it like Yuna expected.
She looked at him, confused.
Understanding flickered in Baekhyun's expression. "Stand on it, I'll pull you."
Excitement registered itself in Yuna, and she stood on the board, gripping Baekhyun's hand tightly as he began to move. "I won't fall, right?"
"I promise, I won't let you fall," Baekhyun said, holding his right hand up. "Besides, you're a natural," he encouraged when she adjusted her footing, pulling her gently.
Yuna blushed, biting her lip gently. "Baekhyun, how do we turn a corner?" Slight panic was evident in her voice as they came closer to one, right before the school.
Baekhyun smiled. "Lean towards the place you want to go. Not too hard though, cos you'll probably fall."
Yuna followed his instructions, laughing in delight when she found how easy it was. "Eee~ Baekhyun!"
The latter laughed, Yuna's happiness contagious. "Are you having fun?" he asked, slipping in his first language, Korean.
Yuna squealed in delight. "Nae!"
Laughing, Baekhyun slowly pulled Yuna to a stop, letting her hop off his skateboard. "Let's get to the office before we're late," he said, pulling her behind him gently.

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"Mr. Byun, this is your last warning. If you're late again, I'm gonna have to suspend you for three days."
Yuna stood behind Baekhyun shyly, peeking out from behind him occasionally. Yes, the principal knew about her, but he was focusing on Baekhyun.
"Sir, I - "
"Mr. Byun, I'm not done. Now, since you were helping Ms. Han, I'll over look it just this once. But next time you're late, you'll be suspended, understood?"
Baekhyun swallowed and nodded. He didn't like the principal, and the principal didn't like him. "Kkaepsong."
The principal rolled his eyes ever so slightly. "I don't understand your nonsense. Now, unless you're going to escort Ms. Han to her classes, you are dismissed. Ms. Han."
Yuna stepped out from behind Baekhyun. Kkaepsong isn't nonsense...it's something in Korean. I know Kkaep, but kkaepsong? Shaking the thoughts out of her head, Yuna walked up to the principal's desk. "Um...Hello, I am Yuna." A blush rose to her cheeks, and Yuna glanced at Baekhyun, who nodded in encouragement. Taking a deep breath, Yuna continued. "You probably know that I'm new to the school."
The principal gave her a small smile. "Yes. I'm Mr. Paul, the principal. I take it you're here for your schedule?"
Yuna nodded. "Yeah."
"One second."
While Mr. Paul left to get her schedule, Yuna turned towards Baekhyun. "I take it you don't like Mr. Paul?"
Baekhyun looked surprised. "How'd you know?"
She blushed. "You were very tense."
He shrugged. "We're not on the best of terms, to say the least."
Yuna nodded, then turned back towards the principal's desk. While Mr. Paul sat down, Yuna began to think about Korea.
"Yuna?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry." A blush rose to her cheeks, and she focused back on Mr. Paul.
He frowned. "I will not tolerate any kind of that misbehavior, Ms. Han. Pay attention."
Yuna looked down in embarrassment, wishing the ground would swallow her up. Composing herself, she looked back at the Principal, suddenly understanding Baekhyun's dislike towards the man. "Sorry."
He straightened himself, then handed her a piece of paper. "This is your schedule. I expect you not to be late to any classes. Mr. Byun, show Ms. Han to her classroom - I believe you have the same schedules until the last period. Goodbye."
Yuna bent her head slightly before turning back towards Baekhyun. Her slight smile turned into a frown, and he chuckled slightly.

"So...what do you think of the principal?"
Yuna rolled her eyes. "I prefer the one I had in Korea. He was nicer."
Baekhyun laughed. "Yeah, I'd say that too, but the one I had didn't like me either. I've never really liked rules anyway."
Yuna giggled. "I can tell." She nodded towards his skateboard, which Mr. Paul had been eyeing.
Baekhyun shrugged. "What can I say? It's my form of transportation."
Yuna smiled, then remembered the word he'd used in the principal's office. "Hey, Baekhyun? What did you mean when you said kkaepsong?"
He opened his mouth to reply, but the end of the first class bell went off. A grin crossed his features, and he grabbed Yuna's hand. "Come on, you can meet my friends in our next class."

Notes

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Ps:
I did these on some of the other fanfictions I wrote, so I thought I'd be fun to do it again lol :D


"I promise I won't let you fall."


"My family moved from Korea."


"I'm Han Yuna."



Annyeong~