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  Hyukjae stepped inside the class with a scowl marked on his face.   It was only his fifth day at the new school and the currently 10 years old boy had already picked on a fight four times in a row—and with older kids nonetheless. Also the reasons behind those all were very stupid. First it was because of his weird accent and now it was because of his hair.   Hyukjae's mom is half American while his father according to his mom is pure Korean, so it kind of makes him 1/4 American and 3/4 Korean. He had lived in California as long as he could remembered, it was only now that his mom brought him here to South Korea—and told him that they will stay there from now on.   That's why even when his Korean has gotten quite good it's still has this weird accent and mispronunciation here and there. Hyukjae also happened to have his grandmom (from his mother) golden blonde hair. Though his hair wasn't as bright and striking as her—his is more like goldenishbrown—it's still asking too much unnecessary attention from his school mates since it was strange and different which later turned into some kind of reason to bully him.   But Hyukjae wasn't weak. Even for a 10 years old kid he already showed such strong determination and stubbornness. He wasn't one to be intimidated easily. So when the kids started to mock him he mocked them back, and when they tried to punch him he fought back and much to his ever growing smugness he had won, leaving the supposed to be stronger kids in tears with nose bleeding a bit while he himself had a slightly bruised cheek—but no tears had pooled on his eyes, he was the one to throw the last punch and stood up so it was unquestionably his victory.   Yep. Served them right.   Hyukjae held his head high and glared to anyone who dare to looked at him with disapproving eyes. He had had enough. Screw them, he didn't need stupid friends anyway.   He quietly slumped on his desk and eyeing his classmates that by now had tried to ignored his presence and minded their own business. He had been homesick since the day he started his school there. He missed his old friends back in California. He missed playing with them, he missed their company. Back then in California he had lots of friends and all of them were so nice they had never laughed at him or treated him different just because he was.. well, different.   He badly wanted to go back there.   Hyukjae closed his eyes and scowled dejectedly. That was a wishful thinking. His mom had said it clearly that they'll stay here for what that seems to be a quite long period.     He was busy in his thoughts when suddenly he felt the chair beside him was being pulled out. He straightened his composure immediately and was going to shoo whoever it was that dareto approach him when his eyes met a boy, someone whom face he had yet encountering in the class. Someone new.   "I-I'm sorry... d-did I wake you up?"   "I'm not sleeping. "   "O-oh... uhm, s-sorry.."   Hyukjae raised his brows in slight amused. The boy had kept his head slightly down the whole time he talked to him so he couldn't saw him clearly but he could tell that he had never met the brunette boy before in the class. Hyukjae was quite curious with him but he decided to not ask anything.   He was going to closed his eyes again when he felt the boy poked his shoulder. Hyukjae first thought was to snapped at him because come on, his cheek hurt it's annoying him already and made him in such bad mood.   "Is it hurt?"   Hyukjae blinked, "what?"   "your cheek, it is red. Are you having a toothache?" The boy tilted his head.   Hyukjae cautiously stared at the smaller boy sitting beside him. So far, he was the first person that had made an effort to talk to him. He looked at the boy that had now raised his head and stared at him with clear curiosity.   The brunette has such a pretty face that if he wasn't looking at him this close or long enough he could easily be mistaken as a girl. He also has this innocent aura that was prominently radiating, especially with the way he tilted his head slightly to the right, his big brown teary eyes sparkling with innocent curiosity and his pink thin lips curled in a worried gesture.   Huh, worried?   "No, it's not a toothache. " he answered.   The boy nodded before said something again, "uhmm... here,"   The boy rummaged his iron man printed bag and took out a small oil bottle and put it on the desk, He once again raised his brows and glancing between the small bottle and the boy feeling rather confused.   "Umma said it could lessens the throbbing, perhaps it could help..? S-so it wouldn't be that hurt anymore. " he meekly told him.   Hyukjae didn't even have it in his mind to lie and saying that his cheek is fine—something that he usually does in such condition, since after all he's not a small kid anymore, he is more than fine with little scratch and pain—for he was too surprised with such an open display of kindness from the unknown boy, and the clear worry that showed on his face.   Hyukjae felt warm both on his cheeks and in his chest area.   "Thank you.." he unconsciously blushed.   The boy smiled showing the front row of his white crooked teeth while looking straight at him and Hyukjae once again taken back. He had never seen that kind of smile on someone before, so bright and innocent and full of happiness that just by looking at it Hyukjae felt the heavy burden in his heart slowly disappearing.   He'd made no move after that it made the boy cutely tilted his head in question before he widened his eyes in some kind of realization. Still with that cute little smile adorning his face he then reached for the bottle.   "Do you want me to help to put it on you?"   "oh.. uh, okay..." Hyukjae timidly said.   Once the boy had finished applying the oil on his swollen cheek carefully they looked onto each other again and both was smiling now, though the other was still a lil bit shy and cautious with his surrounding.   "Let's be friend! I'm Donghae." The brunette said, grinning widely with his eyes continuously sparked that innocent happiness.   Hyukjae stared at him, stunned.     Donghae.     "I— My name is Hyukjae." he said slightly out of tone. There he did it again, his weird pronunciation had showed again. Hyukjae mentally cursed, he dreadfully waited for the boy to laughed or frowned at him but instead of any of that, the brunette had only continued giving him a friendly smile and even threw a rather unexpected comment after that.   "Hey hyukjae,"   "Y-yes..?"   "You