Sorry it is short, but it is a start :) Might write chapter 2 tonight too :) I'm feeling rather inspired.

Eunhyuk’s POV

I let out a long sigh as I sat in my dressing room getting ready for our last SS3 show. I was sad it was coming to an end, we had all worked really hard for this. On the other hand I was excited for our slight break before our next album. I sat back and let my mind wander. It always ended up in the same place.

Reagan.

I couldn’t get her out of my head. I missed her so much. It was bad enough that she just left without even saying goodbye, but she stopped talking to all of us completely. I didn’t even know if she talked to Nikki anymore, and she was supposed to be her best friend.

After she left Donghae and Nikki just got closer, I was happy for them, I really was. It just made me feel more and more alone sometimes though. Donghae grew apart physically, emotionally though he was still my best friend, always there for me. We still did skinship and fan service of course, we were Eunhae after all, but it was never that involved.

“What’s the matter Hyukie, thinking about Reagan again?” The said fish said coming over to stand next to me and look at me in the mirror.

“You know I always am. I just wish she would come back.” I told him, spilling my guts as always.

“She will, just you wait.” He said and gave me a reassuring pat on the back.

“Now come on, it’s show time.” He said and summoned me to follow him backstage.

“Alright guys, this is it. Our last SS3.” Leeteuk said and looked around at the remaining 9 of us plus Zhou mi and Henry.

After Reagan left we got a call from Hangeng, telling us he wouldn’t be coming back because he was filing a lawsuit against SM. Then Kibum announced that he was going to pursue an acting career. Finally Kangin surprised us all by telling us that he was enlisting in the army in order to serve his two years. It was lonely without them, but we still did our best to make the fans happy.

We formed a tight circle and put our hands in.

“Super Junior Fighting!” We all shouted before the main 10 headed out onstage to perform our opening number.

It went perfectly as planned, as well as some of the usual improvising. After a couple of songs it was time for Don’t Don, which Henry came out to perform his epic violin part. It went well, we got some good screams from the fans when we had our “battle of the couples”. Afterwards we all rushed backstage for a quick wardrobe change.

“Guys wait! This is important!” Henry suddenly exclaimed.

“What is it, we have to hurry.” Leeteuk demanded of him, always and forever the leader.

“I saw Reagan!” He suddenly said and I felt my heart skip about a thousand beats. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“You didn’t.” I said, he had to be bluffing, there was no way.

“I did. She is in the front row, right over there. She kind of sticks out like a sore thumb in a crowd of Asians.” He said pointing to a part of the crowd.

“I have to get to her.” I said, suddenly determined. She was here, back in Korea. I wasn’t going to let her go this time.

“Not now Eunhyuk, we have a show to do.” Leeteuk said and placed a hand on my chest, stopping me from running out onstage and pulling her up.

“But Hyung, I need her.” I said putting an emphasis on the word “need”.

“Not now Eunhyuk. Everyone get changed, we only have a few minutes left.” He commanded and we all went to our separate dressing rooms to get into our next set of outfits.

“Don’t worry Eunhyuk, I have a plan!” Henry called out to me as I disappeared into my dressing room.

I couldn’t believe it. She was back, and here at our concert. Now that I knew this I felt an impelling urge to be near her.

‘Focus Eunhyuk, you have a job to do.’ I thought as I prepared myself for our next song.

During the next few performances I was utterly distracted, always glancing in her direction. Now that I knew where she was I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I saw her looking straight back at me the whole time, our eyes locked. Then it was time for our performance of “All My Heart”. I decided to go against our planed performance and during my solo I went over to where she was, kneeled down on one knee and took her outstretched hand. I sang to her, and only her.

“It feels like a dream, so don’t wake me up.”

The line reminded me so much of our last conversation, when she told me that her last trip to Korea had been a dream come true, but that she had to go back to reality.

When my solo was over I kissed her hand, and when I looked up I saw that there were tears in her eyes, a few escaping. I thought she said she couldn’t cry. Then I noticed the necklace she had on. It was the one I had given her for our one month anniversary. Seeing this I gave her hand one last squeeze before I stood up, turning to hide the tears that were beginning to fall at the memory. When it came time for the end of the song, instead of the usual Eunhae fan service that was planned out, I grabbed onto Donghae’s waist and refused to let go. When he saw my tears he understood and just took my hand and held it for the rest of the song. I needed someone to hold onto, for I felt like my heart was going to give out. I hope that Henry really did have a plan, because I couldn’t have her walk out of my life again.