「 Eunha ♡ Kyuhyun 」

[Listen to: 너라고 (It's You) by Super Junior]

Author's Note: Uwahhh! One-shot for forever! A little rushed and really scatter-brained, but I hope you like it(: ..

Credits to.. this person.. for the lyrics and translation.

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"Hey, pretty lady!" Some drunkard called at the bartender. "How about another round?" He tapped Shin Eunha's rear as she walked by.

The seventeen year old stiffened, biting her nails. She debated with herself on whether she should tell the man off or not, but her Uncle Chinho forever enforces that 'customer comes first' policy. Eunha snorted to herself, filling up a glass and sliding it down the counter. 

"Eunha-yah?"

"Neh? (Yes?)" Eunha turned to her senior co-worker of four years, Cassie. "What's up, Unnie?"

"Did you see that dude that just walked in?" Cassie giggled, nodding towards a man sporting a beanie and sunglasses at a stool on the other end of the bar. "He's so cute!"

"Got x-ray vision, Unnie? His face is completely covered." Eunha yawned, sliding a couple more drinks down the counter to other customers. "Anyhow, you gonna serve him or not?" She asked, turning up the volume of the television.

♪ 나 다시 태어난대도 오직 너 뿐이라고 / Tic Toc Tic Toc, 시간이 흘러도 난 ♪ 

( Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you / Tic Toc Tic Toc, even as time goes by )

Her co-worker stopped moving for a second, mesmorized by the boyband prancing around in their rated #1 music video on MTV-K. Eunha sighed, glancing between Cassie and the customer behind her. He seemed to shrink in his seat a little. Weird.

"What can I get you?" Eunha called at him, looking around her useless companion who was bent over the counter, mouth agate at the TV.

"Uh..." Something in his eyes flickered for a moment. "A Tom Collins." He said, adjusting his glasses.

"Yeap!" Eunha slid past Cassie to put together the cocktail. She walked over to his side, placing the beverage in front of him.

"Eunha-yah!? Why're you still here?!" Cassie shouted, finally coming to her senses. "Your shift ended over an hour ago! You have class in the morning!"

"Mianhae. (Sorry.)" Eunha strolled back to Cassie, ripping off her waist apron. "But you asked me to stay and help out."

Cassie sighed, patting the girl's head. "Yeah, well, it was busy earlier. And I told you to leave once it died down. Now go on upstairs. Your Uncle'll have my head for keeping you here on a school night."

"Mhm, Unnie." Eunha strolled out of the bar and headed into the entrance of the housing cooperative upstairs. She checked her watch; 2:14 AM, sighing as she bounded up to her one bedroom apartment.

She lay in bed, wondering where life had went. Eunha rolled to the side, staring at the sparsely decorated room in the dark.

Mom, I miss you coming in and kissing my head before I sleep. Dad, I miss you tickling me to keep me smiling and laughing until my insides hurt. Oh. But, Mom never liked you doing that, Eunha smiled a little. She always said that kept me up longer. The teenager hugged her pillow, blinking back dry tears as she pictured her parents by her side—kissing her forehead, whispering sweet things and forever smiling. Forever, until the car accident anyway.

"How was school?" Cassie asked, looking up from her college textbooks.

"Okay." Eunha slipped into her apron. "Yours?"

"Same old. My professors are just full of ." Cassie said, inspecting her cuticles. "Oh, the owner dropped by earlier."

"What'd Uncle Chinho say?" Eunha set up a few clean glasses under the counter.

"You know, the usual. 'Are you taking care of little Eunha-yah? How's the business? Any bar fights?' The whole thing." Cassie stretched. "Oh, that guy that showed up last night came back this morning."

"Eh? So did you actually serve him this time?" She leaned on the counter.

"Pft, yeah. He asked for his previous server though." Cassie winked at Eunha.

"Mwoh?! Maybe he's a creeper!" Eunha giggled into the back of her hand.

"Yeah, well. Creeper or not, he's still pretty freakin' cute." Cassie said matter-of-factly, refilling a few glasses. "I'd tap that." 

"Unnie!" Eunha laughed, hitting the older girl. "We have customers!"

Can I get you anything? The over-abused line heard nonstop over the requests and conversations of customers and the soft music heard throughout the bar.

But, three hours into her shift, Eunha hasn't asked that. The bar was almost near empty. Something rare. She sat at one of the barstools, enjoying this rare holiday with Cassie.

The door opened, and a slight draft blew around. Someone strolled into the bar. Someone hooded and shaded. He slid unto the stool next to Eunha, commissioning Cassie for a Tom Collins cocktail and buffalo hot wings.

"Hey." He said simply, fingers tapping against the counter.

"Evening!" Eunha smiled at him, playing with her long brown hair.

They glanced at each other, the man blushed slightly behind his shades.

"Thanks." He muttered to Cassie as she passed him his order. "You know, you don't even look old enough to drink, let alone work here." He hummed lightly, swirling his drink around.

"Eh?" Eunha fidgeted a little, wondering if he was an under-cover. Crap.

"I'm not a cop, don't worry." The man glanced at her, sipping his beverage.

"Yeah, well, you're still a freak." She slid off the bench, jumping behind the counter. "And you came by this morning, too? Not freak-ish at all."

The man gingerly placed his cocktail on the counter, chuckling into his hand. "I haven't heard that in a while."

"What, being called a freak?" Eunha raised her eyebrows. "Glad to be of service to you." She bowed mockingly, only suceeding in making him laugh harder.

He wiped his eyes, reaching under his shades. The man's gaze landed on the TV above the bar as he fixed his hood.

♪ O-o-only for you, o-o-only for you / O-o-only for you, o-o-only for you / O-o-only for you, o-o-only for you / O-o-only for you ♪ 

"Eunha-yah? Turn that up, will you?" Cassie called from the other side of the bar.

"You like them?" He asked suddenly, watching Eunha fumble with the remote. "This kind of music. Super Junior, they're called, I think."

"They're okay."

"That's all?" The man leaned forward, knocking over his empty glass.

"They.. make great elevator music?" She brushed her bangs out of her eyes.

The man started laughing again, covering his mouth cutely with his hands. "Oh, okay. Truthfully speaking, how old are you?" He sat straight in his seat, suddenly becoming serious.

"Uh.." She started, slightly taken back by the abrupt change of mood.

"BAHAHAHA!" He bursted out laughing again, pointing and laughing at her face. "S-s-sorry! You just looked fu-funny!" He chomped down on his hot wings to keep from chuckling.

"Seventeen." Eunha stated simply, taking his used glass and cleaning it.

"MWOH?!" He fell off the bar stool, turning a violent red.

"You come here a lot, Freak." Eunha said, using his unofficial nickname.

"I'm in this part of town for a while." He said, waiting for his usual order.. in his.. usual attire.

"Hey, what're you hiding under there anyway?" Eunha asked, jumping in front of him. "Purple nose? Black eye? Or maybe one of those gross kind of pimples that ooze when you poke them?"

"Nothing." He said, a smile evident in his voice.

"Oh, maybe a facial deformity. That's okay, you know, you're still a Freak." She said with a grin and two thumbs up.

He snorted.

"See what I did there?"

He looked to the side, blushing a little.

"You see it?"

His eyes landed on the TV, which, as usual, was on MTV-K.

"Eh?" Eunha poked his face, giggling.

"No. Go away." He said, feigning boredom.

Eunha pouted, following his gaze.

♪ 다른 사람 필요없어 난 그냥 너라고 / 다시 한번 물어봐도 난 그냥 너라고 / 이미 너는 다른 사랑 있겠지만 / 어쩔 수가 없어 다시 돌이킬 순 없어 ♪

(I don’t need anyone else, it’s only you / When you ask again, it’s only you / Even if you already have another love / I can’t forget you, I can’t turn back around)

"Are you gay?" Eunha asked, a little sad, as she noticed how he self conciously touched his face underneath his sunglasses as the second singer's face filled the TV screen.

"W-what?! T-that Cho Kyuhyun's just too handsome!" He jumped at the sudden question, slightly worried that his cover might've been blown. "But, no! "

"Oh. Okay." Eunha said dully, taking out his order of hot wings from the oven.

"And you call me the freak. You're the one being blunt and asking these weird questions." He muttered to himself as he leaned forward, eagerly awaiting his food.

But he leaned too far over the counter.

Yes, he fell on his face.

And yes, he fell on Eunha. He fell on the poor girl—lips slamming into each other while hot chicken wings flew in every possible direction.

Something happened in that momentary physical contact. Eunha saw a fleeting glimpse of her parents smiling at her—just a fleeting glimpse.

"Uh.." He managed to say, breaking away. He looked straight into Eunha's eyes. "Completely unintentional."

She merely stared at him, cheeks turning rosy as her eyes flickered occasionally at the TV behind his head.

"Uh, Eunha-sshi?" He said, cocking his head to the side.

Then he realized something. His face felt unnaturally light, and his vision didn't feel obscured.

"C-cho Kyuhyun, you sing elevator music?!" Eunha shrieked into Kyuhyun's face.

"Er.. y-yeah." Kyuhyun said, looking down. But looking down, would be looking down Eunha's shirt. He awkwardly looked back up, getting lost in Eunha's beautiful brown eyes. His heart raced.

Her rigid face.. suddenly broke out into a smile. "Cool."

"Oh, good." Kyuhyun let out another sigh of relief as he sat up. "You're not like other girls."

"Mwoh? Is that an insult or a compliment?!"

"I'll let you decide." Kyuhyun laughed, helping her up. "The first time I've been treated like a normal person, and it's refreshing for once. Despite our age difference, things never go too awkward. Well, now you know why I kept my face covered. Me and the hyungs are recording nearby. I get breaks from time to time. And I stumbled into a bar. Not that, you know, I wanna drink or anything like stalking cute bartenders. But bar food is actually really good. The paparazzi and the ELFs will just have a field day if this broke out. Wouldn't that be horribl—"

Eunha zoned out, staring intently at the idol in front of her. He fidgeted nervously under her gaze.

"Why're you looking at me like that—" Kyuhyun drifted off, turning to the side.

"Shut up and kiss me, Oppa." Eunha let out before she could stop herself, remembering her little vision when their lips touched just a few moments before.

"M-mwoh?!" His head snapped back, staring right into Eunha's eyes.

And their heads leaned closer, lips puckered, mood set just right.

But just then.

"KYAAAAHHHHH?! EUNHA-YAH?!" Cassie tripped over Eunha's foot walking behind the counter, and she landed sprawled facedown. "KYUHYUN-SSHI?!"

But they were lost in their own little world.