Translation of Love

BONUS: Junwoo

[Junwoo's POV]

Chapters One and Two

Taeyoung and I are walking to class when I start to pick on him. He doesn't like it when I tease him, so soon enough he is scowling and shouting at me. I can't help but find it amusing.

We are so caught up that we don't notice the small, quiet girl sitting on a bench by herself.

A stack of paper falls onto the ground on top of Taeyoung's feet. We both stare at her for longer than we should. She looks Korean at first, but something about her seems different.

"Sorry," I say to her. The blank look on her face leads me to believe that she is in fact not Korean—or not quite.

I awkwardly chuckle a bit. "Sorry," I say in English.

She bends down to pick up the papers when a gust of wind starts to carry them away. I frantically chase after an escaping page.

"Come here," I scuttle after it ruthlessly, a smile breaking out on my face when I catch it.

I turn around and my smile falls. I see Taeyoung and the girl crouched over the papers, all but one of which are held in their hands. But they just stare at one another.

Huh? Taeyoung doesn't usually waste one second on staring at girls in such a thoughtful way. He only uses them for one thing.

A small gasp leaves my mouth when the girl nervously gets up and bangs her head on Taeyoung's forehead. I can't help but snort in laughter at Taeyoung's exclamation of pain.

My smile widens when the girl says sorry in English but bows as if she is Korean. Cute.

Then it happens again, they just gawk at each other, clearly checking each other out as their eyes slowly graze over each other's features. And I'm frozen in complete shock because I have never seen Taeyoung look at a girl like this; with such curiosity and interest.

Finally, I walk up to them. "Hyung!"

All of a sudden the girl frantically leaves before I have a chance to ask for her name. I notice Taeyoung watching her leave with the same stoic look of interest.

***

"I'm telling you!" I yell at Minjun hyung as we stand in the kitchen. He looks at me in utter disbelief as he continues eating his food.

I continue, "He stared at her, like actually stared."

"A stare means nothing, you naive child."

"Hey!" I frown at a chuckling Minjun. We've been friends ever since we both lived in Busan, and he loves to tease me just as much as we were kids.

So because Minjun refused to help, I have to take matters into my own hands. I brought the mystery girl up to Taeyoung a few times, but he never answered with anything interesting.

Luckily we ended up seeing her a few days later.

"Hey!" I call out in English when I see her.

It's okay Junwoo, you can do this. Do this for hyung.

I lightly tap her arm and she turns around. She really is pretty, I think as she looks at me hesitantly.

"I have something," I stumble over my English words, growing more and more nervous with each second her big brown eyes peer at my own.

"Schedule?" That's the same word in Korean and English, right? I make the shape of a paper too, just in case. All the while, hyung watches us from afar in confusion.