NCT DOYOUNG FANFIC // Love was the Language I Didn't Know

01: Subway

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C H A P T E R  1

"Hey hey, look here."

"What?"

"Do you see that girl in front of us? She doesn't look Korean but she's reading a Korean newspaper.. do you think she knows Korean?"

"She doesn't look crazy. She wouldn't have picked it up if she couldn't read it.....

....let's just stop talking, I think she can understand us"

They're talking about me.

And I can understand them.

They're right though. My appearance wouldn't suggest that I'm Korean, not with my large chestnut eyes, peach-honey skin, or bronze hair. But I am half Korean, born and raised in Toronto. Luckily for me, I know the Korean language, so I actually could enjoy the monotone articles featured in the daily paper. I can comprehend what they were saying, although their conversation was normal enough not to be offended by their words. Actually, because of them, I was inclined not to shock them even further by talking out my favorite book translated in Japanese.

I know 6 languages: Arabic, Chinese, English, French, Japanese, and Korean. I am also a youth member of Mensa.

Yes, I am smart. But I am also probably the most typical person I know. I have a satisfactory social life, decent looks, and I especially work hard in my academic endeavors. I never really paid much attention to my appearance, which explains why my wardrobe is an amalgamate of sweats, hoodies, and sneakers. I'm not the skinniest around, but I always do try to stay in shape. I love all kinds of foods, too bad I gain weight even at the sights of them. As a result, I am always afraid to eat such high-calorie foods, which is more depressing than healthy.

The subway announces the next stop. I fold the creases of the newspaper together and stash it in my knapsack. I stand up slowly, managing my balance amidst the heavy rumbling, and I dust my bottom for any attracted lint from the seat. After the doors slide open, I leave and start walking towards my new apartment. I arrive at the buzzer area. I bend down to reach for my bag to find a little neon pink sticky note:

"Door Entrance Code: 2100, Dorm: #304"

I press the numbers as stated in the code, and the glass doors slide open. Oh, well; That was easier than I thought. Yes! 

I look for the stairs, which Sumin said would be on my right. I take the three flights of stairs, and find my dorm after a bit of walking. I notice the dorm next to mine is playing music that can be heard from where I stand. I don't mind however, the music being played is totally my style. I slash my dorm card, and a little ding followed by a green flash ensues in the metallic swipe area. I walk in and immediately plop myself onto the bed. A tiring and wholesome day indeed deserves a well-earned beauty rest. But I can't nap now, I have to wait for Sumin's call to pick up my luggage.

So now you may be asking: Where am I? And who is Sumin? Allow me to explain:

It all started just last year. I was at my best friend Leiyah's place, working on a school history project. Well, it was supposed to be. In reality it was really me tutoring her in French and Math. I despise those schoolmates who try to get close to me to use me for my talent, but Leiyah....well she is my best friend and it was actually me who suggested to tutor her. In the depths of solving higher order functions, I see Leiyah on her phone filming me while I solve the questions. I glare at her to stop, and she does. She starts to play some music instead-my highly favored kpop playlist, featuring 300 songs of my favorite groups: EXO, BTS, BIGBANG, INFINITE, DAY6, ASTRO, GOT7, SEVENTEEN, SHINEE, just to name a few.. Although I wished to continue tutoring, I couldn't help it but to stop and sing along. I sing the Korean songs in Korean, Japanese songs in Japanese, and Chinese songs in Chinese, while Leiyah *attempts* to sing along with her muffled Korean and English. We laugh, but I also see her recording me yet again.

"Leiyahhh!! Stopp!!!! Leave me alone and let us sing in peace!!"

"Please!!! I don't want to stooopppp. Minlee, you're so talented and I'm really happy to be your best friend, you know that. Just let me this once, I want to show you off to my other friendsss!!!"

"I'm telling you NO but knowing you, it's not like my petty words will make you stop anyways. Do whatever you want, just forget it." She runs over to squish my cheeks.

"Eyyyyy!

---You know, what if we sent this video in to JYP? Maybe they'll love you so much and scout you! And take me along with you!?!?" I brush her sleek jet black hair, and reciprocate her actions by pinching her cheeks back.

"Ew, you know I'm not into that idol life. No way. The most I'd settle for would be one of those staff no one talks about. No thank you!"

"hMpph!! I'll do it anyway. I'll do JYP so that I can see my bae Jackson, and maybe SM so you can see your totally overrated Chanyeol boy."

"Ughh suit yourself. Like the video will ever get seen."

And boy, was I wrong!

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