My love for her is just an instant feeling
Whatever anyone says, she's my life

After excusing herself from the room yet again, Eunsook snuck into the bathroom needing some space from all of the people. She could not believe that Kim Jonghyun had just drunkenly flirted with her and she had almost fallen for it. She had almost let him kiss her!

What was she thinking? There was no way he would be doing this if he were sober and she needed to remember that to avoid doing something stupid.

Finally composed, she returned to the VIP room to find it mostly empty. In fact, the club itself was emptying out so that only a few people here and there were left behind. Glancing at her watch, she was surprised that it was so late! It was nearly 1:30AM and the club would be closing soon, the party ending.

Jo Kwon moved past her, a drunken man clinging to him and sneaking quick kisses as he bid her a good night. She nodded, smiling at the cute couple the two made, happy that he would have some fun tonight. Someone should.

With those two gone, however, the only person left in the VIP section aside from her was Jonghyun, who was slumped over the table. Approaching him warily after their last interaction, she came up to him and noticed that he was sleeping. Drool spilled from his mouth and he was slightly snoring, completely out of it. Although it was somewhat pathetic, Eunsook couldn’t help but think to herself how adorable he looked and had to stop herself from snapping a picture on her phone.

What on earth was she supposed to do with a sleeping guest? Let alone a famous one?

“Hey! Everyone has left and we’re ready to go,” Gwiboon entered the room and addressed Eunsook, only to take in the sleeping beauty before them and falter off. “What a lush!” she laughed, moving over and poking Jonghyun on his arm.

“Yah! Don’t do that,” Eunsook hissed, slapping the other girl’s hands away, afraid to wake him up.

“Manager-ssi is not going to be happy about this,” she said. Looking over her shoulder as if sensing him nearby. Right on cue, he entered the room, fiddling with his keys and looking tired from the big night.

“Ladies, let’s get moving, we don’t have all night,” he said, glancing up at them to see what was taking so long. The girls parted so that he could see the sleeping form behind them, and he sighed loudly, swearing under his breath so as not to scare the girls even though they could hear every word.

“Alright, where’s his manager, Kim Kibum?” he asked Eunsook.

“Um…” she said, afraid of getting Jo Kwon in trouble for taking the man home with him. “I’m not sure. I saw him walk out earlier but didn’t’ know that he wasn’t going to come back.”

Her manager sighed and whipped out his phone, searching through the contacts before brining it up to his ear. After a few minutes, he sighed angrily and left a not-so-polite voicemail for Kim Kibum.

“Well, let’s get him out of here, shall we?” he stated, walking over to Jonghyun who was still sound asleep on the table.

“Yah! Jonghyun-ssi! Kim Jonghyun!” he shouted, slapping his arm and his face in an attempt to wake him up. “Sir, it’s time to go home, the party’s over.”

Eunsook itched to intervene, not liking how her manager was touching Jonghyun, but she refrained. She had no idea what would happen and was glad that her manager had still been here to help them take care of him.

“Yah! Get up!” he said more forcefully, but Jonghyun’s only response was to swat away his onslaught, muttering sleepily before burying his head in his arms again.

“Great, just great,” he breathed angrily, “Now what do we do?”

Inspiration hit Eunsook, and she moved forward. “Sir, can I…?” she asked before moving closer.

Curios about what the girl had in mind, he nodded and waited for her to make her move.

Eunsook bent down and moved her hand toward Jonghyun’s hips, patting down his legs and searching for- AHA! She found it! Moving her hand insight his tight jeans pocket, she found his phone and fished it out, triumphantly waving it around before backing away again. Unlocking his phone easily (his passcode was his birth date), she brought up his contacts and found the listing for “me,” which indeed included his address and other contact information.

“I’ve got it! His address is in here,” she said, maneuvering the phone so that her manager could see it.

“Excellent work, unnie!” Gwiboon gushed, yawning at the same time. “Now let’s get the out of here.”

The manager glared at her, but the younger girl just glared back, raising her eyebrow in a challenge. Their manger just sighed and said, “Well, I guess it can’t hurt much, he is sleeping. But still, keep that potty mouth in check Gwiboon, or so help me…” but his threat was empty and they all knew it.

Leaning down, he hoisted Jonghyun up from the table and hauled him toward the front door, tossing his keys at Gwiboon who locked the doors behind them as they exited the building. Eunsook called a cab over and helped her manager get the sleeping singer safely into the back of the vehicle.

“Um,” he said now, motioning to the cabbie to wait. “Girls I don’t live near him at all, do you?” Gwiboon shook her head, but Eunsook nodded. If the address from his phone was correct, then she only lived down the street from his apartment building.

“Eunsook, would you mind going with him in the cab and making sure he’s settled?” he asked, pleadingly.

“I-I guess so,” she said, unsure if this was really something that she should be doing. Hopefully the cab driver would help her move him into his building because there was no way she could move him on her own.

“Oh, thank you! My wife would kill me if I didn’t get home until 4! Here’s money for the cab and some extra for your trouble,” and he shoved a wad of cash into her hands. Then he leaned back into the car, telling the driver their plan and ensuring that he wait for Eunsook while she helped Jonghyun at his place.

Waving goodbye, Eunsook climbed into the car next to Jonghyun who was still somehow passed out. She listed off the address to the cab driver and they pulled away.

While Eunsook was thrilled to be going to Kim Jonghyun’s apartment, this was not exactly the situation she had imagined.

Wishing on a falling star wish I could be where you are
somehow you came and changed my everything

A loud beeping rang throughout Jonghyun’s apartment, stirring him from his deep sleep. The noise ended and he once again settled into his pillows. Minutes later, the noise returned, this time louder and unavoidable. Groaning, Jonghyun moved to find his phone and turn it off for the rest of the day. Once the device was successfully in his hand, he put in his passcode to unlock it and shut the damn thing off, but his code wasn’t working. Still not fully awake, Jonghyun tried to refocus and hit the code precisely, but the phone remained locked.

Sighing, Jonghyun brought the phone closer to his face, determined to make the thing unlock. Just as he went to press in his code for the fourth time, he noticed that his phone looked different somehow. Although it was the same shape, there was a yellow case on it instead of the blue he was used to seeing. Turning the phone over, he noticed that the case looked like a pineapple, bright yellow with a shot of green on the top – it even had a dangling pineapple charm!

What in the world? he thought, beginning to wake up even though his brain was still foggy from the amount of alcohol he had consumed the night before.

While he had been investigating the cover, the phone had thankfully shut off. Turning it over, he clicked the side button causing the phone to light up and show a background picture of himself. One of the photos from his latest cd album was staring back at him and he had no idea what this meant. Had Kibum taken his phone last night and changed everything? Or maybe it had been his young choreographer who was always up to no good.

Mind reeling and stomach beginning to churn, Jonghyun continued to turn the phone over and over, as if examining a puzzle piece that he just couldn’t place.

The phone began to vibrate violently in his hand, erupting into a song – his song – rather than the annoying beeping that had woken him up. As the phone rang, he saw “Eomma” pop up on the caller id and figured he should answer so his mother didn’t worry.

“Yoboseo?” he asked, attempting to not sound hungover so that he could avoid a lecture from his worry-wart mother.

“Yah! Who is this? Why are you answering my daughter’s phone? Are you with her? What is going on?” Jonghyun pulled the phone away from his ear at the angry yells coming from the phone. That most definitely was not his mother.

Brining the phone back to his ear slowly, he tried to speak up, “Um…hello? I’m, I’m not sure who this is but I think you have the wrong number?”

“Excuse me? This is my daughter’s phone number! This has been her number for years! Years!”

“Oh,” he said. Maybe this wasn’t his phone after all. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure whose phone this is, I just woke up.”

“What? You don’t even have the decency to learn my daughter’s name?! What kind of ert are you?” The yells continued and Jonghyun once again withdrew the phone from his ear.

As he was waiting for the tirade to end, a girl entered his room and bowed deeply. “I’m sorry, Jonghyun-ssi, I think my phone dropped on your bed last night when I was helping you…” the girl trailed off as she stood up from her bow and noticed the bewildered look on his face.

“Um…” she said, following his nod to his outstretched arm that held the phone. “That’s mine, I’ll just,” and she moved to grab it from him.

“Your mother is on the phone,” he said, just as she drew away. “She seems pretty upset with me, but I have no idea what’s going on…”

The girl, what was her name again?, smiled and put the phone to her ear, speaking softly, “Eomma? Hi, it’s me.” And she moved out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Curious now more than ever, not to mention that girl was very pretty and he needed to make sure she didn’t sneak out before he got her name, he followed her from the room, letting the sound of her voice lead him to his living room, where she was curled up on the couch with a blanket over her lap.

Smiling at her, he moved to his kitchen, determined to make a good impression this morning since he had no idea what kind of impression he had made last night.

She continued speaking on the phone, her voice soft enough that he couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying, but sweet enough that he was entranced by it. Her voice floated over his ears like honey, sweet and rich. It triggered something from the depths of his memory, but he was still too hungover and tired to make anything of it.

Just as she finished her phone call, he poured them each a cup of coffee and sat down next to her on the couch, not encroaching on her space but unable to resist the opportunity to sit close to her either.

He handed her one of the mugs and she accepted it with a bow of her head and a mumbled, “thank you.”

Smiling, he took a sip and continued to stare at her, trying to remember anything from last night. While he couldn’t seem to place her exactly, he remembered snippets, little moments here and there. He could remember the feel of her waist in his grip, the feel of her sitting on his lap.

“Um, I don’t mean to be a douche, but…who are you exactly? I don’t seem to have the best memory this morning.”

At the crestfallen look on her face, his stomach sank and he leaned forward, urgently saying, “No, please don’t take that the wrong way. I’m sorry, I just, I’m not good with names in the first place and I seem to be suffering from a hangover. Plus I am still half asleep – please don’t be upset.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, letting a small smile grace her lips. “Um, I’m Lee Eunsook. I helped you get home last night after your birthday party at Heart and Seoul. You had fallen asleep and no one else was there to help you….”

“Eunsook….Eunsook-noona?” he asked, glancing at her to see if he was correct. She smiled, nodding. “Thanks for helping me, but how did you know where I live?” he asked, afraid that she was one of those sonsang fans. It would be a real shame if this beautiful girl was a creepy stalker.

“Oh! I just looked it up on your phone. I’m sorry if that was rude, but you were out and your manager didn’t answer his phone…” At the mention of his manager, Jonghyun became irritated that his friend hadn’t been able to keep it in his pants long enough to make sure he had gotten home safely. He would no doubt be having a very long conversation with him later today.

“No worries,” he laughed, trying to ease her nerves. “But, why are you still here though?” Jonghyun was dying to know what exactly had happened when she helped him get home last night.

“Oh, I had, um…” she stuttered, shifting nervously for some reason. “I’m really sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll leave. I’m so sorry.” And to Jonghyun’s disbelief, she stood up and began grabbing her things.

No! He couldn’t let this beautiful girl leave him!

How do I be careful not to show you what I dream of

Eunsook was embarrassed beyond belief that she had fainted last night after helping Jonghyun into his apartment. Although the cab driver had helped her get him from the cab and up to the front door, she had had to maneuver the sleeping singer into the elevator and up to his apartment, which thankfully had been included on the contact information in his phone.

While he wasn’t that big in comparison to her, the effort had strained her heart and she had begun to feel light headed as she positioned him on his bed. Heaving, she had given herself a few minutes of rest, leaning over him to make sure that he was laying comfortably.

He really was beautiful, she had thought to herself. Letting her fingers run through is hair, which was as soft as she had imagined, and followed the line of his eyebrows down the bridge of his nose to gently touch his parted lips. She could feel his breath on her fingers and was lulled in, moving closer to better examine the masterpiece that was laid out before her. Her heart clutched at the tender moment and she ached at the thought of this being her life, that she could perhaps do this every night after a long day at work.

He snored loudly, shaking her from her wayward thoughts. But this was reality and a man like Kim Jonghyun would never belong to someone like her.

She backed away, rushing to the door so that she didn’t have to be here any longer, didn’t have to test her emotions any further. However, in her rush to the door, the strain on her heart became too much and she felt a tightening in her chest. While she was used to blacking out, she was usually with friends or family and she became afraid as she felt the darkness overtake her. Somehow she managed to land on the couch, having been passing it when the fainting spell hit.

The stress of the night and the strain on her heart became too much as she let the blackness draw her in and imagined Jonghyun singing to her as she drifted off to sleep.

She had woken up minutes later, groggy and worn out. Drawing the nearest blanket to her, she curled up on the couch and vowed to leave before Jonghyun even woke up in the morning.

With a sudden loud noise that she recognized as her annoying alarm clock, she bolted awake and began looking around furiously for her phone. She was afraid that the noise would wake up Jonghyun and that he would be furious to discover an unwanted stranger in his apartment.

As the alarm sounded for a second time, she followed the noise until she was standing outside of his door. She heard movements from within and debated busting in before he was fully awake but lost her chance when her mother’s ringtone sounded and she heard him answer the phone.

That moment led them here, where he had asked why she was still here and she was afraid to answer. Although she doubted he was even interested in her, she knew she could not fathom telling him about her biggest weakness. In the past, no matter how close she had been to her boyfriends, they had always dumped her after finding out about her condition. They claimed that she just wouldn’t be as much fun and they wanted to live, to enjoy their partners to the fullest. Each time this happened, Eunsook’s heart shrank and shrank until she had become too afraid to even mention it to friends let alone potential lovers.

Her things gathered, Eunsook rushed to the door, not wanting to intrude on Jonghyun any longer. She made it safely to the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby until the doors began to close and she let out a long breath.

Just as the doors were closing, a hand shot through them and opened once again, revealing Jonghyun.

“You forgot your phone,” he said, moving to stand in the doorway so that the elevator wouldn’t close. He extended his hand to her and she took the phone, bowing her head a little in thanks. She felt him shift closer, moving into the elevator and looked up as the doors closed fully.

At the questioning look in her eyes, he smiled and said, “What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t my guest downstairs?” and moved to stand right next to her so that they were inches apart in the small space.

This time her heart was racing for much different reasons and she couldn’t control the giddy feeling in her stomach.

When the elevator reached the lobby, he motioned for her to exit and then followed her, waving to the doorman as they exited onto the street.

“Let me call you a cab,” he said, stepping closer to the curb and raising his hand at an approaching taxi.

“No, that’s alright, Jonghyun-ssi. I live a few blocks away and can walk.” She began walking away, needing to distance herself from his overwhelming presence.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, turning to see that she was already several feet away from him. “Well, let me walk you then! It’s the least I can do since you helped me last night.” And he easily caught up to her, smiling as he matched her strides.

“O-okay. Thanks.”

“No problem, noona.” Her heart fluttered at the title, loving that he felt comfortable enough to address her that way. The way he said the word sent shivers up her spine and reminded her of the many times he had whispered that to her in her dreams during very intimate moments.

Feeling herself blush at the dirty direction her thoughts were headed, she glanced over at him and noticed that he was looking her, a peculiar look on his face.

“What?” she asked, afraid that she had said or done something while she had been day dreaming.

“Oh, nothing,” he smiled, tilting his head in the most endearing way. “I just couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are noona.”

She felt herself pale at his comment, unsure how to respond. They were walking so closely that she could feel his body move with silent laughter at her reaction. “Oh, come on, noona. I bet you hear that from all of the guys. Don’t be so modest.”

But she shook her head and looked over at him, unsure if he was teasing her to get a reaction or if he was being 100% serious.

“Eunsook!” someone yelled at her across the street. She looked up and saw her neighbor that owned a ramyun restaurant. Waving at the friendly man, she smiled and focused once again on her surroundings. They were almost to her building.

“Well, this is me,” she said, stopping a few minutes later. “Thank you for walking me home, you really didn’t need to.”

As she turned to enter her building, he grabbed her wrist. “Eunsook, I’d like to see you again, if that would be okay with you?” he asked as she looked up to meet his eyes. Her heart raced and she felt herself nodding slowly.

Flashing his brilliant smile at her again, he his bottom lip and took his phone from his pocket. “Give me your number?” At her blank look, he laughed and added, “Please, noona?”

Unable to resist his request for a second time, she listed off her phone number and he typed away. Seconds later, her phone chirped in her pocket and she brought it out, looking at the message he had sent her. It was a picture of him smiling cheesily.

She couldn’t help but smile at the picture and looked him in the eye again, “Thank you, Jonghyun-ssi,” before entering her building and letting the door close between them.

Unable to resist, she looked at the picture again and again, stopping in the hallway to do so. She added his number to her contacts and saved his picture.

“Eunsook, is that you? Where have you been?” she looked up at her father’s voice, slipping her phone back into her pocket and beginning to walk up the four flights of stairs to where her father was waiting for her at their door.

“Honey, you have to call us. You scared us last night.” He said, placing a strong yet gentle arm around her as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“I know, I’m sorry, appa.” She responded, feeling guilty for making her parents worry. However, her feeling of guilt disappeared as she looked a new text message from Jonghyun.

Smiling at the look of happiness on his daughter’s face, Mr. Lee’s worry was overshadowed by the hope that maybe his gentle Eunsook had finally found someone worthy of that smile.

When you're not around I just feel a little down.

Two weeks later, Jonghyun found himself in Kibum’s office fidgeting with his phone while the older man droned on and on about Jonghyun’s new song Noona, You’re So Pretty. Jonghyun had shoved a cd at Kibum the day before finally giving him the new song he had been working on for weeks. He had loved it, instantly passing it along to his production team and the higher ups to get it approved.

As Kibum discussed concept with his cordi-noona and Taemin, working on the new music video they wanted to do for the song. Jonghyun continued to fiddle with his phone. Unlocking it only to lock it a few seconds later. His leg was jerking slightly and he couldn’t sit still.

“Jonghyun-hyung?” Taemin asked, drawing him from his intense study of the electronic device in his hand. “Are you alright? Are you waiting for an important phone call?”

Jonghyun shook his head but the young dancer just looked at him, waiting for an explanation. Sighing, he attempted to sit still, “I’m sorry, I’m just amped up about the new song, that’s all. I think I’m gonna go walk for a bit, get some air.”

At that, he bolted from his seat and exited the room, looking for the nearest staircase that could lead him to freedom. His phone had been haunting him all day and he needed some space, both literally and figuratively.

After that first night with Eunsook, they had texted a few times and he had intentionally shown up at Heart and Seoul when she mentioned that she would be working that night. Although he thought he had remembered her, his breath was taken away when he had reached the club and seen her behind the bar, cleaning glasses and laughing with the bartenders.

A shot of jealously went through him to see her smiling that way at other men, but he tried to ignore it. It was much too early in their relationship – no, friendship – to be thinking that way.

He made his way over to where she was and called to her, “Noona! Eunsook-noona!” At hearing her name, she turned a little surprised to be addressed by a customer, but smiled at him when she saw him standing there.

“Jonghyun-ssi! Hi! I didn’t know you were coming…”

“I know,” he smiled to himself at her warm welcome, loving the attention and the way the bartenders glanced between them. That’s right, he thought, she’s happy to see me.

Jonghyun had stayed at the bar the entire night, catching Eunsook in small conversations between her busy back and forth to take care of customers and cleaning up the area. When the bar announced they were closing and one of the body guards came over to him, she jumped in, placing her hand on his arm, “It’s okay, Joon, he’s with me,” and she gave him a huge smile.

He couldn’t be jealous this time though because her hand was still on his arm as she looked back at him and smiled. She was a little out of breath from how much she had been running around, flitting from the bar to the back room, and her bangs were sticking her face while little droplets of sweat clung to her lips. His eyes followed the line of her moth to her graceful neck, where the sweat was pooling in her clavicles and plunged into her V-neck shirt. He loved her work outfit, it showed off just how squishy and soft she was, how well endowed she was.

“Jonghyun-“ she said, a little breathless as she noticed just where his gaze was headed.

Looking up at her from his seat, he was still a little taller than her on the barstool, he moved her so that she was now positioned between his legs. He leaned in closer and her hand tightened on his arm, letting him know that although her face wasn’t showing him anything she was definitely affected by their closeness.

Moving in, his lips were inches from hers when he stopped. “Noona, can I kiss you?”

He glanced up to focus on her eyes, waiting for her permission. Jonghyun had no idea how he had stopped himself from claiming her lips, but he had been fantasizing about those plush lips for days and he wanted to do this right. He wanted to show her that he wasn’t some guy looking for a one-time thing.

“Y-yes,” she breathed, and he moved in, brushing their lips lightly as he breathed her in and encircled her in his arms. His hands wrapped around her waist and he loved the feeling of her soft but full in his embrace.

Her eyes fluttered at the light caress of their lips and he smiled, loving that he was affecting her so.

“Yah! Break it up you two! I want to get the hell out of here. Let’s go!” Gwiboon barked at them, stomping over to them and grabbing Eunsook’s arm, tugging her free.

Jonghyun chuckled and kept a firm grip on Eunsook’s hand as the feisty girl led them from the club. The two girls were whispering back and forth, and every once in a while Eunsook would look back at him blushing but stilling holding his hand. He somehow missed the evil glares that Gwiboon gave him, but Eunsook was worried that he would catch them and worked to get rid of the younger girl.

“Night, Gwi! I’ll talk to you later,” she said, kissing the girl on the cheek and pushing her down the street to her boyfriend’s car. Woohyun always picked her up after her shift, insisting that his girlfriend would not be taking the bus this late at night. Jonghyun agreed wholeheartedly, which was one of the reasons he had come to the club tonight – even though they were nothing official, he still felt weird thinking about Eunsook walking home alone at night.

Jonghyun pulled Eunsook closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist so that she was snuggled into his side. Although they had been talking almost every day since that first day, they had had little physical time together and he intended to take advantage of every minute of it.

He began her side as she babbled on, describing customers from the night and highlighting some of her interactions with other staff members. Jonghyun could listen to her talk all night and was drawn to her, moving his mouth to her ear and nuzzling her hair. At this, she faltered and they stopped walking.

“Jonghyun-ssi,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. “What are you doing?”

He drew back from her a little, unsure of what she was asking. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable, but he just couldn’t resist being so close to her. “Hm…” he said, turning her to him and moving his hands up to cup her face. “I’m not sure, Eunsook. What do you want me to do?”

Looking deep into her eyes to not miss a single moment, a single emotion flicker through those golden orbs, he saw them darken and glance down. She looked back up, her lips and moving into him until they were a breath’s width apart. “Kiss me,” she said. Jonghyun did just that.

Smiling now at the memory, Jonghyun once again glanced down at his phone. He appreciated the cool breezed that brushed over him on this beautiful spring day, but he wasn’t distracted completely from his worries. He had been texting Eunsook last night, anxious to see her or speak to her. Since their first kiss, and all of the kisses since then, he had been inspired, needing to get his emotions out in the open.

Although he constantly told her how beautiful she was, she always brushed him off. However, there was no denying that no matter where they went, she drew attention from everyone with her dazzling smile, sweet voice, and hearty laugh. There was just something about her that drove Jonghyun crazy and had inspired him to write his newest song, Noona, You’re so Pretty.

Noona, you are so pretty,
Boys won’t leave you alone
Honestly, I know your shaking feelings
To you I know this love is one moment, one feeling
But no matter what is said, this is my life’s everything.

Knowing that Kibum was working hard on the song with his company, he had to let her know about it, that she had been his inspiration. He had sent her the song last night and was dying to know what she thought, but he hadn’t heard anything from her. Nothing in over twelve hours.

Pacing back and forth in front of his company’s building, he caved and dialed her phone number, praying that she would answer.

After the third ring someone answered, but the “Yoboseo?” he heard wasn’t Eunsook’s voice.

“Um, hi. Is Eunsook there?”

“Yeah, just a second. Eunsook-ah! Phone!” Jonghyun could hear noises in the background, his nerves spiking while he waited to hear her voice.

“Hello?” she said.

“Hi, noona! How’re you?” he tried to not sound so on edge, but he wasn’t sure how he came across.

“Oh, hi, Jonghyun-ah. I’m good, how’re you? What’re you doing? Aren’t you are work?”

“Yes, I took a break though so I could talk to you.”

“Oh, okay. Well, what’s up?” she said. She was literally killing him! Had she not receive his message? Or was she choosing to ignore it so that she didn’t have to tell him how much she hated it?

“Well… I just wanted to see if you got my message last night? About the s-song?” Jonghyun began stuttering in his nervousness, unused to feeling this way.

“OH! Yes, I love it! It’s such a great melody. Did you write that?”

“Um…yes, yeah I guess I did.” Jonghyun was so confused. While he was glad that she liked his song, he was concerned that she didn’t have anything to say about the fact that he had written it for her. Well, that she had inspired most of it anyway.

“It’s great, Jonghyun-ah. Don’t worry, it’ll be a big hit.”

“Thanks, noona,” was all he could say.

“Jonghyun, I really have to go, but I’ll text you later before work, okay?”

Afraid to miss his chance, Jonghyun decided to just get it over with, he had been suffering all day and didn’t know how much more he could handle.

“Noona, wait! That song, I um…I wrote it for you. I mean, you are the main inspiration for it.”

There was only silence on the other end of the phone. Seconds turned into minutes and still Eunsook said nothing. Jonghyun clutched the phone closer to his ear, desperate for any reaction.

“Eunsook-noona? Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here,” she paused and Jonghyun held his breath. “Jonghyun, I-I don’t know what to say. You wrote – you wrote a song about me? That song?”

“Yes! Well kind of. I wrote it about you in some ways, but I really wrote it for you. So that you could, um, could know how I feel.”

“Oh, Jonghyun-ah, I just, I don’t-“ and to his complete horror, she began crying on the phone. Sniffling loudly and taking gulping breaths, “J-jong-“

“Don’t cry, please don’t cry. I’m sorry if I upset you. Let’s just forget okay. Don’t worry, I’ll tell Key to stop production and we don’t have to ever talk about it again. I’m so sorry…” He was terrified that he had upset her so much. He had to rectify the situation as soon as possible so that he didn’t lose her.

“Wait, what? No-no, Jonghyun, stop.” Her tear-filled voice cut off his train of thought.

“Jonghyun, no. I’m c-crying because, because I’m happy. You wrote a song about me. You wrote that song, that beautiful, lovely song, for me. Me. Lee Eunsook. I mean, you’re Kim freaking Jonghyun and I’m no one! N-no one!”

Shocked at her confession, he didn’t know what to think. How could she not know the effect she had on him, on everyone.

“Eunsook-ah,” he said softly, trying to show her how much she meant to him. “Baby, no. You are…you are everything. I-I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I can’t do anything without thinking about you. I know that I’ve only known you for a few weeks, but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”
 

He could hear her crying again on the other end of the phone and he ached to be near her, to be able to hold her, to kiss away her tears. Jonghyun was overwhelmed by what he was feeling, what this girl, this woman was making him feel. He had already confessed so much, had said way more than he had meant to originally, but now he might as well say everything.

“Eunsook, I know that we’ve only know each other for a little while, but I was wondering if-“ but here he faltered, unable to actually get the words out; too nervous about her rejection.

“What, Jonghyun?” she said, voice clear and questioning.

“Noona, will you, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Oh-oh, Jonghyun, I want that more than anything, I really do,” she said.

“Yes! Oh my gosh, baby, I don’t even know what to say,” he gushed, unable to contain his excitement.

“Wait, Jonghyun, please wait,” his steps faltered once again, unsure of what was coming. “I want to that, I really do, but I just can’t. I can’t be your girlfriend. It wouldn’t be fair to you, I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean?” he said, unwilling to let it end here. He knew that she felt the same way, so why was she saying no? Why was she denying them both what they wanted?

“It’s complicated, okay? I just, there are things that you don’t know and I just, I can’t-“ and with that she broke off again, crying.

“Baby, no. Don’t cry. What’s wrong? Tell me, please. Please,” he pleaded, even more upset that he wasn’t with her now.

“I-I just have, some stuff going on right now, okay? And I can’t commit to anything too serious.”

With that, she hung up the phone, causing his phone to beep and blink “Call lost” at him. Unsure of what had just happened, but needing to fix it, fix whatever had her so upset, he left the building and ran towards the parking lot. He flagged down his driver and they got into the van, Jonghyun giving him Eunsook’s address and urging him to step on it.

"Please don’t let go of this hand"
That's my promise