Alright guys, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry I haven't updated in so long. It's just this week was crazy! Between 2 team dinners, 2 swim meets, 3 swim practices, teachers cramming in some last minute projects, me translating a friend's story from German to English, and me being distracted in the limited free time I did have, this just didn't get written. I'm starting to write this in class (I don't usually pay attention anyway) so now it is at least being written and then it is just a matter of typing it up. I'm sorry it kind of too :( drama starts next chapter though! This is kind of filler/I love Henry and wanted to incorporate him more/I promised my best friend she could be in my story with Henry. I killed 3 birds with 1 stone her, gotta love multi tasking.

So, I'm going to stop rambling now. Enjoy my ish chapter.

Reagan’s POV

I woke up the next morning to find Eunhyuk gone and the plush monkey in his place with a note tied to its arm. I took the note and read it.

Sorry I left this morning without saying goodbye. You looked so peaceful, like you were dreaming, and I couldn’t bear to interrupt that. I had a rehearsal for our farewell show tomorrow along with the other guys except for Zhou mi and Henry. I should be home by late afternoon, maybe we can have dinner?

I love you SOOOO much!!

-Eunhyuk

When I had finished reading I put the note in the drawer of my nightstand, keeping it safe. I grabbed some clothes and my shower stuff and headed to the bathroom across the hall that I used. Only Kyuhyun and Sungmin’s room had its own bathroom. The rest of us shared the two off the hallway. Once I was dressed and ready for the day I went out to the kitchen only to find Henry sitting at the table reading.

“Morning.” He said to me without looking up from his book.

“Morning.” I called back while grabbing myself some cereal. I sat down across from him, eating in silence and thinking about the date I had had with Eunhyuk the night before. Then I remembered what I had promised Lizzy.

“Oh, Henry. Sorry to interrupt, but do you think you could do me a huge favor?” I asked him and he looked up from his book.

“Sure, what is it?” He asked. I had his attention now.

“Last night I ran into an old friend from America, she is here visiting her family and she asked me if I knew you since I was dating Eunhyuk. When I told her that I did she freaked out. You see, she is a musician, a violinist actually, and she really wants to jam with you. Do you think you could? It would only have to be for like an hour, and it would mean the world to her.”  I explained, in too much detail.

“Sure, is she any good?” He questioned.

“Very, thank you so much. You are awesome.” I told him, grateful for the favor he was doing me.

“I know that, and it’s not a problem. Do you have her number so I can call her and make plans?” He asked.

“Yeah, here. Thank you so much.” I said and gave him the number.

“No problem.” He said and turned his attention back to his book.

I knew I had lost him now, and as I was finished eating I got up, took my bowl to the sink and then went to the living room to watch TV. I was surprised to see Zhou mi sitting on the couch, playing Kyu’s games.

“You know if you screw up his high scores he will kill you.” I tell him and sit down next to him.

“Don’t care.” He said and kept on playing.

I settled down on the couch, making myself comfortable since I had nothing else to do while I waited for Eunhyuk to come home.

Lizzy’s POV

I woke up that morning to my cell phone ringing beside me. I saw the clock, it was 1 p.m., so I picked up my phone and answered it groggily.

“Hello.”

“Hello, is this Lizzy?” An attractive male voice asked me in English.

“Yes, who is this?” I asked, somewhat annoyed by the fact that was being so rudely woken up. Even if it already was afternoon.

“Oh, um, this is Henry. From Super Junior. Your friend Reagan gave me your number, she said you are a musician?” He said awkwardly, the last part coming out as a question instead of a statement.

“No way? She wasn’t lying!” I shouted happily.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” He said confused.

“I’m sorry. I am Reagan’s friend, and yeah, I am a musician.” I tell him answering his half asked question.

“Yeah, violinist right?” He asked.

This whole conversation was extremely awkward.

“Yeah.” Was the only reply I could give him.

“She also said you wanted to jam with me.” He said and inside I died a little.

“So, um, do you?” He asked after I didn’t answer.

‘Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!’ That was what I was screaming inside.

“Yeah, that would be awesome.” I said calmly instead.

“Ok, so, I don’t have any schedules this afternoon, how about we meet at the SM building at 3? Go down the alley at the right of it, I’ll meet you at the side door.” He said and I nodded, then I realized he couldn’t see me so I spoke instead.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” I told him.

“Ok, well I will see you then.” He said.

“Ok, see you.”

“Bye.”

After he hung up I let out the scream I had been holding in. I was in shock, I didn’t think Reagan would have been able to get HENRY LAU to jam with me, let alone this quickly. When I was done spazzing out I thought about everything I needed to do to get ready. . I better hurry.

Later

“Oh my, I’m sorry I’m late!” I said as I rushed in the door to get away from the screaming fans that were at the front of the building.

“It’s ok, and yes, they are always that way.” He said answering my unspoken question.

“So, where to?” I asked, still holding my heavy violin case.

“This way.” He said and I followed him through a series of hallways and doors until we finally reached a small practice room. I gratefully set my case down and started to pull out some music and set it on the small table. He picked it up and looked at it.

“You like Bluegrass?” He asked with a surprised expression.

“Uh-yeah, it’s my favorite. Do you like it?” I asked.

“I’ve never played it actually.” He confessed.

“Really? We can play something else if you want then.” I offered, not wanting to make him uncomfortable since he was just honoring me with his presence.

“No, I actually want to try this. Plus I get tired of all the pop I have to play for Super Junior.” He explained and my stomach gave a lurch as he accepted my suggestion.

“Alright, let’s do this then.” I said and then burst out laughing at how that made what we were doing sound like a favor. When he understood the second meaning of what I had said he started laughing too.

“Sorry, I’ve never been good with words. It always comes out the wrong way.” I explained, hoping he would understand my problem.

“It’s ok, I’m constantly surrounded by my second and third languages. Words are not exactly my strength either.” He reassured me. He was so nice.

“So, um, you ready?” He asked and picked up his violin and started tuning it. I followed his example and when we were both finished tuning we started to play.

I couldn’t believe the way he was sight reading through the music! It had taken me months to master the piece and he was playing it nearly perfect on his first try. When the song was over I stopped playing, but he kept going, making up his own music that seemed to fit as a perfect extension to the piece we just played. I stared at him, my mouth most likely hanging open.

HE WAS AMAZING!

When he noticed my face he stopped playing and mumbled an apology.

“What are you apologizing for? You are amazing! I have never seen anybody able to make up an extension of a song on the spot like that!” I said, probably a little too enthusiastically.

“Thanks.” Was his only response, which was said as he looked down and his face turned bright red. Aww…he was kind and humble? So cute.

“So, did you like it? I guess that is kind of a stupid question considering you pretty much just wrote your own piece.” I said, breaking the awkward silence that followed his embarrassment.

“Yeah, it’s something different from what I’m used to. It’s interesting.” He said, his face returning to a normal color.

“Yeah, it’s different, that’s why I like it.” I said and he handed me some music.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I need to practice for our upcoming farewell performance. It’s our last concert before we stop performing until our next comeback, so I want to make it perfect.” He said and picked up his violin again. I did the same and we started playing again, and for the next two hours.

Reagan’s POV

When Eunhyuk got home that afternoon he took me to dinner as he had promised me in that note. Now we were back at the dorm, hanging out in the living room with the rest of the guys. They were all talking about their performance the next day, planning out some fan service etc… It sounded like it was going to be exciting, although I wasn’t really listening as I was busy messing with Eunhyuk’s hair since his head was on my lap. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and answered it without looking at the number.

“Yoebasaeyo.” I answered without a second thought.

“Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong number.” A familiar female voice on the other end said in English. It was Lizzy.

“No Lizzy, you have the right number. It’s Reagan. Sorry, that is just a force of habit.” I explained and heard her let out a sigh of relief.

“Ok good, that would have been embarrassing.” She said, I just laughed.

“What can I do for you?” I asked getting up and leaving Eunhyuk with an annoyed expression on his face and went into my room.

“I just wanted to thank you for getting Henry to jam with me. Today was amazing. He was amazing.” She said and I laughed again.

“You like baby Henry then? Or are you just jealous of his mad violin of his mad violin skills?” I asked her and she let out a short laugh before turning serious again.

“Both.” She said, and I went silent.

“I mean, he is so nice, and humble, and well, when he plays the violin he looks so y.” She said and I knew she was blushing just from the sound of her voice.

“Aww, Lizzy’s got a thing for our Mochi!” I cooed, knowing it would embarrass her.

“Yeah, I just don’t know when I will see him again.” She said, trying to hide her disappointment.

“Well, it isn’t really up to me, but I’m sure the guys won’t mind. Do you want to come to their performance tomorrow? I mean like backstage.” I said and heard a stifled squeal.

“That would be awesome.” She said once she had regained control of herself again.

“Ok, come to the dorms tomorrow morning at 7, that way we will have plenty of time to get ready, and the fans shouldn’t be outside yet.” I told her and she agreed. After we said our goodbyes and hung up Henry came into the room.

“Were you eavesdropping?” I asked, pretending to be annoyed.

“N-no, of c-course n-not!” He stuttered, face turning red.

“It’s ok, I forgive you. Guess you want to know what she said about you huh?” I asked, and when his face got even redder I took it as a yes.

“She said you were nice, humble, and damn y when you play your violin.” I said, embarrassing him further.

“You are so cute.” I said getting up to leave and pinching his cheeks on my way to the door. I stopped and turned around in the door frame.

“She is coming tomorrow too, by the way.” I told him and his eyes got wide.

Before he could start to protest I escaped out the door and back to the living room where I told the guys about Lizzy coming to the performance the next day. They didn’t care, just as I had suspected.