foreign - lee chan

02.

"Come with me," Myung called to Julienne after they had finished all their classes, "come with me to see my friends!"

Julienne quickly learned after three days of school that Myung spoke the best English out of the students in their class, which was a big plus for her. Julienne would say something in English, and Myung would translate it to Korean, and then whenever Julienne said that same phrase, she'd say it in Korean instead.

"I like seeing new people!" Julienne said in Korean confidently. Myung laughed, because Julienne still didn't have a good Korean accent. However, her vocabulary was getting better, she was very proud of how Julienne was doing.

Myung grabs Julienne's hand and pulls her to the front of the school, where Myung's friends, Ki and Sun were waiting for Myung. Myung runs up to them and hugs them, and whispered something in Korean to them that Julienne couldn't understand. Afterwards, Ki and Sun smiled at Julienne and bowed.

"Uh," Myung began, trying to find the words, "Ki and Sun don't speak English. They learn Chinese."

Julienne nodded, showing Myung she understood what she said. Myung laughed and began walking away, and the girls followed afterwards.

"You want food?" Myung asked Julienne. Julienne nodded quickly, which made Ki laugh loudly.

"We will eat at my favorite food place," Myung smirked, and Julienne stopped and pulled out her wallet. She only had ten thousand won in her pocket, and she shamefully looked at Myung.

"I don't have much money," She announced to them. Myung taught her that phrase in Korean yesterday because Julienne wasn't able to go yesterday either.

"Oh!" Ki shook her head, and whispered in Myung's ear, telling her something. Myung smiled, and thanked her friend.

"Ki will pay for you, to welcome you here," Myung smiled. Surprised, Julienne bowed and thanked Ki kindly. She's been here for about a week, but she was treated with such love and kindness from all the new people she became friends with.

The girls began walking to Myung's favorite food place, while Julienne texted her mom where she was. As the girls passed by the park, Julienne's head was still down as replied to her mother's text about the address of the restaurant so she could pick up Julienne afterwards.

"Julienne!" Myung screamed out of nowhere. Julienne looked up just as a flying soccer ball came and hit her in the head.

Julienne's vision blurred as fell onto the sidewalk, dropping her phone and grabbing her head. She groaned as it seemed that there was a pulse in her head, and she couldn't even focus on anything.

Someone sat her up against the fence near the place Julienne was hit, and lifted her chin up, looking into their eyes. Her eyes rolled back as the sun hit her face. She couldn't see who it was at all, but the pulse in her head was beginning to fade.

"Augustin Julienne!" The voice called to her. Julienne shook her head a few times and she began to focus on her surroundings. Myung was standing with Ki and Sun on her right, and they all looked so worried for her. Ki was holding Julienne's phone in her hand, and the soccer ball she was hit with in the other. Julienne assumed that Ki caught it after it hit her.

"Augustin Julienne," the voice in front of her called again. She looked forward and saw her head was being held by a boy. His hair looked like it was a dark brown color, almost black. His lips were inches away from her forehead, and his eyes were staring into hers.

"You okay?" The boy asked. Julienne groaned leaning away from his touch, touching the bump that was forming on her head.

Myung began to curse the boy out as Sun helped Julienne stand. The boy honestly looked so terrified of Myung, and kept apologizing. The boy's friends stood a few meters away, watching this unfold.

"Who is that?" Julienne asked once the boy (who was red in the face after Myung slapped him) had walked off to his friends.

"The idiot, Lee Chan," Myung muttered, grabbing Julienne's arm and leading her to the food place. "Come, we go eat and then fix your hurt."

"Okay," Julienne mumbled, thinking of the boy with the dark brown hair.