Falling From Grace
Description
In Jonghyuns 16 years of life he has lived in 27 different places ranging from New York City to Mumbai. His mother says she is following her work but Jonghyun thinks she is running from something.
Moving yet again, Jonghyun and his mother settle down in Seoul, a place Jonghyun had not been in since he was 4 days old. Even he feels like a stranger to the one place he can call home.
On his first day of school Jonghyun tries his best to fit in and manages to make some friend but even they are cautious of him. No one wants to talk to the new Korean kid who is a foreigner in Korea... That is except for the only other foreigner in the school.
He wears a necklace of keys around his neck, has strange piercings, strange tattoos, and according to the rumors his hair is naturally that color. His name, his birth name, is one that sounds like it belongs to a foreigner not the native Korean that he is.
Something about this kid is obviously wrong but something about him seems sane...
Why does this boy know everything about Jonghyun? Why does he seem so foreign when the only place he has lived is Seoul? Why does Jonghyun's mother insist they move again suddenly?
Who is this boy that the school has nicknamed Key?
Foreword
*Just remember for the Arabic you have to read it backwards.* Also, I don’t speak Arabic and all of the phrases are from Google searching Arabic phrases and from Google translate.
ⓕⓐⓛⓛⓘⓝⓖ ♡ ⓕⓐⓛⓛⓘⓝⓖ ♡ ⓕⓐⓛⓛⓘⓝⓖ ♡ ⓕⓐⓛⓛⓘⓝⓖ ♡ ⓕⓐⓛⓛⓘⓝⓖ ♡ ⓕⓐⓛⓛⓘⓝⓖ ♡ ⓕⓐⓛⓛⓘⓝⓖ ♡ ⓕⓐⓛⓛⓘⓝⓖ ♡
JONGHYUN POV
!كيم جونغ هيون !أهلا صديقي
(Hey, friend! Kim Jonghyun!)
Turning, I squint, raising my hand to cover my eyes from the blinding center Moroccan sun. Squinting against the blinding rays I manage to look into the deep brown eyes and tanned face of my best friend running towards me.
Carefully I place several coins into the hand of the vendor I am standing in front of. Muttering a simple جزيلا (thank you) as I take the bad of grains he is holding out to me.
“مالجديد؟ !سامر”
(Samer! What’s new?)
“I am seeing what a strange foreign person is doing on a Saturday,” Samer says in a deep accent while walking over to me and slapping me on the back rather forcefully.
“I guess that I should learn Arabic better huh?” I respond in my equally broken accented English. I have never been one for languages only learning the basics of the language that I need.
“What gave you that idea?” Samer says crossing his arms across his chest. “Maybe it is because of you my English has gotten better.”
“Well I doesn’t help that I don’t know Arabic and you don’t know Korean.”
“I know Korean. 알랐서. See I speak Korean.” (Yes I know I spelled it wrong)
“It’s not아랏서 or whatever you said. It’s 알았어. Say it with me 아. 라. 서.”
“아. 라. 서.” Samer says slowly and deliberately. “Why do I need to say it right anyway? It is not like you do not understand and when is the next time either of us are going to Korea?”
“Next week,” I mumble while casting my eyes down towards the dirt road beneath my feet.
Samer pauses, his mouth hanging open slightly as a look of deep thought runs across his face. “Wait,” he says after a minute, “my English is not that good. You are going to Korea?
I nod slowly. “My mom feels like it’s time to move again.”
“But you just came here three months ago!” Samer exclaims as he grips my shoulders.
“Talk to my mom,” I mumble as I gently remove Samer’s hands from my shoulders. “She’s the one who decides when we move and where we go.”
“But I don’t speak Korean!”
“And unfortunately she doesn’t speak reason,” I say as Samer and I set off towards my house.
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