“Hyoyeon I swear if I see you play one more game on my phone before your homework is finished I’m never bringing you with me again.”

“But unnie~,” she whined.

“No buts Hyo. I’ll make you stay at the after school studying sessions instead if that’s what you-“

“Ani,” she said quickly. “I’ll do it.” I smirked.

I knew she hated going there.

“You better,” I said before setting a tray down on the counter where Sooyoung was waiting for me. “I need two strawberry smoothies and one green tea latte.”

“Yes ma’am,” she said with a salute. I grinned.

It was a busy evening at the cafe, but having my best friends all around definitely helped.

Yoona’s family owned a chain of cafés and restaurants around Korea and even a few in Japan.

It was a rather large chain.

I wanted to get a job to help my mom out a little so when I asked Yoona, she suggested we all get jobs.

Because this café was so close to our school, and due to the fact that Yoona asked her father for us, the four of us worked part time at the café together and tonight was one of the lucky nights where we all worked the same shift.

Sooyoung’s parents hated the idea of her working at first, but she eventually talked them in to it. Yuri’s parents welcomed it; actually if she hadn’t gotten a job here she would have been working as an intern at her family’s company.

At least now she gets paid.

Yoona’s parents expected it, I mean she was supposed to go into the family business after all; and my mom needed it.

We were barely making enough to pay the bills each month as it is, I don’t know what would happen if I quit working here.

 I sat down on one of the stools while Soo started making the drinks for the customers, but was quickly nudged by Yoona.

“Unnie someone else just sat in your section.” I sighed. I just wanted to take a minute to rest, but we were very, very busy I guess...

“Okay, thanks Yoong.” She smiled before walking off with a tray full of food.

I quickly went and took the newly arrived group’s orders at table number two, but as I walked back to the counter something definitely caught my eye.

That little .

“Yah,” I hastily whispered once I reached the bar. “Kim Hyoyeon didn’t I just-”

“You’re getting a call,” she said innocently after setting down the phone like it was on fire.

Whoops.

“Oh… okay. From?” She shrugged.

“I dunno, it just says unknown caller,” she replied while looking at the screen.

Aish… if it was an unknown caller it usually meant only one thing.

They wanted money.

Bill collectors always called on blocked numbers… like we wouldn’t catch on or something.

Ugh, I don’t know how they got my number, but I wasn’t planning on figuring out either.

“Yah, just take care of it like you do at home.” She grinned.

“Really?” I hummed. “Seriously unnie?”

“Yeah Hyo go ahead,” I grinned.  “I don’t know who it is.”

“Assa~,” she cheered. She really loved taking these calls…

“Here are those drinks Taeng.”

“Ah, okay thanks Soo. Here’s the next order,” I said as I handed her the slip. I put the drinks on my tray and walked away just as I heard Hyoyeon answer the phone.

“Wéi? Ah… nǐ hǎo,” I heard her say in her best Chinese accent. A few seconds later I heard her burst into her little raspy laugh and couldn’t help but smile.

She’s something else alright…

I don’t know how I thought it up but I had the idea to answer these calls like this about a year or so ago and Hyoyeon thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Which I mean it was pretty funny… The bill collectors on the other end always got so~ confused. I could barely keep myself from laughing sometimes.

Not only was it funny though, it kept them from calling for a few more days because they thought they mixed our numbers up or something.

It was a win-win situation, but it was especially winning for Hyoyeon. She loved taking the calls and practicing her foreign languages… but she mainly loved confusing the hell out of people.

She was such a brat sometimes, but I guess she did learn that one from me…

Oh well!

I took the customers drinks to them and checked on a few more people before coming back to the counter where Hyoyeon was still on the phone… holy, still?

I wonder-

“Ah hai, moshi moshi,” Hyo said in Japanese.

Wait? Japanese?

Oh god…

That tiny idiot, you can’t just switch languages mid call! That totally gave it away.

Ugh, she-

“Omo. Unnie, this person is actually Japanese,” she said to Sooyoung with a completely shocked expression. I watched her end the call and sighed.

“Hyo~,” I groaned. “You know you can’t just hang up on them like that and you especially can’t switch languages mid-call pabo, that gives it away!”

“I didn’t unnie.” Huh? “They called back,” she explained. I-

What?

They called back… and spoke Japanese?

That made no sense whatsoever.

Who the hell was calling me?

I didn’t know anyone in Japan and I know for damn sure we don’t owe any money to anyone there so why would they be-

BUZZ~

My phone vibrated again and Hyoyeon’s eyes widened.

“See~, they’re calling again… Should I try English this time,” she asked evilly. I shook my head. If it was important enough to call back three times in a row, I figured I might as well get to the bottom of it.

“No, I’ll answer it… and besides your English is horrible,” I teased.

“It is not~,” she argued, but I would beg to differ.

“Uh-huh, okay. Give me the phone.”

“Nope, I’m gonna answer it now,” she said before hitting the green-Oh my god!

“Yah! Give me th-”

“Hello~,” she cooed. “How ah yew?” I made a grab for the phone but that squirt moved just before I could reach her. She- “Ah, ne?”

Oh good grief she switched languages again…

 “You can’t just do that pabo,” I said angrily. “I- Ahha,” I cheered as I successfully snatched the phone from her hand. I quickly walked toward the backroom since I wasn’t supposed to be on the phone in front of customers and put the phone to my ear. “Yebose-“

“Yah~,” someone shouted on the other end, cutting me off. “We know you’re Korean! Just put Kim Taeyeon on the phone!”

Heol… whoever this was, was super mad.

Well I guess I would be too if an eleven year old was answering the phone in everything but Korean… I really wasn’t sure how they knew my name though, or why they wanted to talk to me so badly… aigo!

Here goes nothing.

“This is her,” I said after clearing my throat.

“I- uhm, what?!” Her voice got high pitched for a second and I smirked.

They must not have expected that.

“This is Kim Taeyeon, sorry about all that before my little sister had my phone… May I ask who’s calling?” I heard some rustling around, but no voices… Uhm. “Hello?”

“Ah-ah, ne. This is Tiffany Hwang and I-”

Okay I had to stop her there.

“Psht, okay… and I’m Lee Hyori.”

Wow, this person called back three times just to prank me?

That’s what I call dedication right there… I’d also call it annoying.

“Right, I know how this sounds, but I really am her.” I laughed.

Whatever, I guess I could humor them for a minute.

“Okay, and to what do I owe the pleasure Tiffany Hwang-ssi?”

I was trying to think about who could be pranking me, but I honestly had no idea. I mean the two idiots that would be are here working with me so I know it couldn’t be them. Besides, those two also know I’m not a fan of Tiffany so they already knew this would get no kind of ridiculous reaction from me.

What was going on?

“I called to personally tell you that Hyoyeon has won Honorable Mention in my Dance Cover Contest,” the voice announced. I-

Wait.

No one besides my friends knew that Hyoyeon had even entered that though…

“And as the Honorable Mention winner she will receive four backstage passes and tickets to my concert in Seoul next weekend.”

As I listened to her voice it did sound pretty similar to the one I hear all the time on commercials and coming from Hyoyeon’s radio...

Heol… was this really her?

“Wa-wait, you’re actually…,” I trailed off. I didn’t even want to say it.

It didn’t make sense.

“Yes, Kim Taeyeon-ssi,” she responded. “If it helps, I’m pretty sure you were the one that cursed out the security team at a fan-signing last week, am I right?”

Oh .

It was her.

Even though I’m not a crazy obsessed fan like Hyoyeon or Soo, it still felt a little weird to talk to such a high profile celebrity on my cell phone… hell, in general really. At the fan signing thing it was one thing; I mean we waited in line to talk to her… like an attraction at a zoo or something.

It was something shiny and pretty to go look at for a second and tell our friends about later, but this… it felt awkward for sure.

She was worth billions of dollars and here I was working so we could keep our electricity on next month…

What do I even say to her?

“Ah, uh n-ne… sorry,” I apologized. I didn’t know what else to say.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said back happily. “I thought they were rude too so thanks. It really made my day.” I smirked.

I wonder what her fans would say if they knew their precious Tiffany was thanking someone for cursing her security team…

Ugh, idols.

I heard someone call my name in the café so I’m assuming I was needed as soon as possible out there. Another customer must have come in or something. I don’t know, I just needed to speed this conversation up; Tiffany Hwang or not.

“Uh, so about Hyoyeon,” I questioned. “I’m kind of busy here…”

“Oh right! Uhm, would it be easier to just text the information to you then? I don’t want to hold you up.”

Heol, why didn’t I think of that?!

“Actually yeah, that’d be perfect.”

“Good, is this number okay to text or…”

“Yeah, this is my cell phone so I should always have it on me.” I laughed. “Or Hyoyeon might have it again.” I heard her huskily chuckle.

“Tell her congratulations for me,” Tiffany said sweetly. I nodded.

“I definitely will. She’ll be so excited to hear this... Uh, thank you.”

“Aye~ don’t thank me, it was Hyoyeon who did the dancing,” she responded. “I just picked the best.”

Wah… I couldn’t believe it.

My Hyoyeon won?!