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[PG-13] Unexpected Song (4/?)
Title: Unexpected Song
Characters: Heechul, OC, Super Junior
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Friendship, Comedy, Drama
“Hye Rin-ah, will you please do Sungmin’s, Leeteuk’s, Kyuhyun’s and Heechul’s make-up?” Eunjo, the head make-up artist, requested of me as soon as I arrived at the waiting room of Music Bank the next week.
“Sure,” I accepted. I looked around to where I should put my stuff down when Sungmin came over and got my bag from me. He then put it on one of the vanity desks. “Thank you, oppa.” I found Leeteuk, Kyuhyun and Heechul on the end of the room, talking.
“Hye Rin!” Leeteuk greeted me happily, giving me a hug. “I hear you’re going to do our make-up today.”
“That’s right. So which one of you wants to go first?” I asked, smiling.
“Save the best for last,” Heechul responded, quirking an eyebrow at me and moving to sit down on the couch.
If anyone else had said it, I would’ve just taken it as a joke and would’ve laughed it off. But since it was Heechul who said it—Heechul, who does strange wonders to the flipping and flopping of my heart and the butterflies on my stomach—I blushed really hard. Clearing my throat, I fixed the make-up on the desk, along with the brushes and turned to the other three.
“So who wants to go first?” I asked again.
As Sungmin sat down on the seat, his face turned towards me, Leeteuk and Kyuhyun joined Heechul on the couch. Kyuhyun then brought his PSP out and started playing, while Leeteuk quietly chatted with Heechul.
“You know you should try being more subtle,” Sungmin suddenly spoke, looking closely at me.
The make-up brush slipped through my fingers at this. As I picked it up, I cleared my throat once more. “Close your eyes,” was all I said as I started putting foundation on him. Sungmin could be so observant when he wanted to be.
“You’re really not fooling anyone, you know,” he went on. I bit my lip nervously as he finally was allowed to open his eyes and looked at me.
I wasn’t going to make it easy for him or anyone to make me admit it so I decided to play it innocent. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied. But I knew that he wouldn’t buy it. He’d become the closest to me, after all, so I added, “Oppa, do you think you we can have a guitar lesson later or would you be too tired?”
His eyes brightened and his smile widened at this. Anything to do with the guitar, he got all dreamy and happy. It also made him forget everything else. “Sure!” he granted. “Do you have a specific piece you want to learn this time?”
I shrugged. I had only planned on getting his mind off teasing me so I hadn’t really thought about it, although I did want to learn how to play the guitar. “What would you suggest?” I inquired as got one of the lipstick tubes from the desk.
“How about one of our songs? Sorry Sorry can be played on guitar,” he excitedly offered. “That way you’ll finally learn one of our songs.” He looked up at me expectantly as I did the finishing touches on his make-up.
“How about Falling Slowly?” Yesung, who was seated on the seat beside his, suggested.
I smiled gratefully at him. He just saved me from having to get myself out of explaining how I didn’t know the song Sorry Sorry. I had promised myself that I would learn Super Junior’s songs when I had started working with them. I mean, I know Miinah—vaguely—but, other than that, I didn’t know any of their songs. It wasn’t that they were an idol group’s songs. Not knowing their songs somehow made them more real to me. I was afraid that I would be intimidated or act differently once it had sunk in that they were really famous singers.
“Do you want to learn that then?” Sungmin wanted to know as he checked his reflection on the mirror.
“Falling Slowly is a beautiful song,” I concurred with a smile.
“Are you going to sing, Hye Rin?” Kyuhyun asked as he sat down on the seat that Sungmin left unoccupied.
“No,” I denied instantly, chuckling a little. “Just learning it on guitar.” I gently pushed his hair back as I started putting make-up on his forehead. “I’m not a very good singer.”
“But aren’t you taking up a voice class in Kyung Hee? So it means you have some talent in singing,” he clarified, making me look at him in surprise. He smiled. “Sungmin hyung told me.”
“Ah well,” I stammered, my cheeks turning pink. I don’t know if I would call it talent, but I do enjoy singing. “I just thought I’d try it.”
“How are you faring so far? Are you having a hard time?” he wanted to know, watching me with concerned eyes.
“I think I’m doing okay,” I hesitantly relayed.
“Where are you having a hard time?” he pressed.
Was I that obvious? “Just… writing,” I admitted. Our professor told me in front of the whole class that I wasn’t going to go far in the music industry because I was unable to write anything with real feeling.
“I can help you,” he offered.
I shook my head. “You’re too busy with so many things,” I politely rejected. I really didn’t want to bother him. He’s been doing so many things for me already. When he they found out that I was studying at Kyung Hee, they got Kyuhyun shuttling me everywhere around campus. I didn’t even know that they still actually attended classes; much less have the time to walk me around.
“I’m going to hear it from the hyungs if you don’t let me help you,” he cautioned me, raising his eyebrows threateningly.
“You’re free to not tell them, you know,” I retorted, rolling my eyes. I put on some lipstick on him, almost done.
“But what if I want to?” he persisted, searching my face for a reaction.
Kyuhyun loved to do this to me. Being the magnae of the group, he was almost always the one ordered to look after me, which I always felt sorry for. So whenever I declined his offer, he would always threaten to tell on me.
“Then I’m going to enjoy seeing your hyungs get mad at you,” I snickered.
“Ya! I’m older that you. I’m your oppa. You should listen to what I say,” he indignantly asserted, standing up.
“Not when you threaten me like that,” I stubbornly countered. When he pouted, I chuckled, unable to resist. “Fine, oppa.”
Smiling like a little kid, he reached out and ruffled my hair. “Let’s do it this weekend,” he presented and went back to the couch.
As Leeteuk sat down, he gave me a small smile then immediately closed his eyes. He was always like this, sleeping when make-up was being put on him. Seeing him this way always tugged at my heart for some reason. Hae Won told me about some of the things that the group had to go through in order to be successful in the industry. It seemed that every possible obstacle had happened to them. It was also in my sister’s stories I realized how big of a part the fans played in idols’ lives. They seemed scary, not a force to be trifled with.
After I was done with his make-up, I bit my lip, not wanting to wake him up. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. Even though I hadn’t known him long, I could tell that he was shouldering a lot of burdens.
“Don’t wake him,” Heechul quietly told me. He moved to the other chair and sat down there instead. I nodded in relief. It was really quite sweet how the members treated each other as brothers. Leeteuk and Heechul, being the eldest in the group, were the most imperceptible in their affection, but I felt like they were one of the closest somehow.
Taking a deep breath in the most unobvious manner I could muster, I started doing Heechul’s make-up. Lucky for me, he closed his eyes from the beginning, making my job so much easier. I really couldn’t function well when he was looking at me.
Ever since I officially met him, I saw him everywhere. It wasn’t just the fact that I worked with them. Even when I was at home, I always found him there or found myself at their dorm. The boys just loved inviting me and my sister along to whatever they were doing. My sister, never a party pooper, always obliged and dragged me with her. I’m not saying that I didn’t enjoy it because I did. I recognized that I loved seeing him all the time.
Heechul was just so… unique. I honestly had never met any other guy like him before. Aside from the fact that he was beautiful rather than handsome, he was girly in the manliest way—if that was possible. He always made sure that he looked good, that his hair was in the right place, that he had nothing on his face. He had this thing about tardiness. He was frank and didn’t care whether his opinion hurt you or not. If you didn’t matter to him, he wouldn’t give his opinion at all. And he had such a temper. I had only witnessed it once, when Donghae accidentally pressed some unknown button on his iPhone, which caused it to malfunction. Donghae had to hide in his room for a few hours at best. If he hadn’t—and this is according to everyone—Heechul would’ve torn him apart.
“What are you doing after work?” Heechul suddenly asked, opening his eyes and looking at me.
I was almost done with him and was feeling quite relaxed so this caught me by surprise. “Er, nothing,” I faltered. “Going straight home.”
“I thought you had a guitar lesson with Min,” he inquired.
“Right,” I validated, remembering that I made a sudden guitar lesson date with him earlier. “That’s what I’m doing after work.”
“Cancel it,” he abruptly ordered as he stood up and smoothed his pants. He preened himself through the mirror and fixed his hair.
“Why?” I wanted to know.
“We’re going out.” He gave me a knowing smile and walked away.
I shrugged and began fixing the make-up that I used for the boys. Suddenly, what he said implanted itself on my brain. I stared at my own reflection on the mirror.
Did Heechul just ask me out?
Characters: Heechul, OC, Super Junior
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Friendship, Comedy, Drama
“Hye Rin-ah, will you please do Sungmin’s, Leeteuk’s, Kyuhyun’s and Heechul’s make-up?” Eunjo, the head make-up artist, requested of me as soon as I arrived at the waiting room of Music Bank the next week.
“Sure,” I accepted. I looked around to where I should put my stuff down when Sungmin came over and got my bag from me. He then put it on one of the vanity desks. “Thank you, oppa.” I found Leeteuk, Kyuhyun and Heechul on the end of the room, talking.
“Hye Rin!” Leeteuk greeted me happily, giving me a hug. “I hear you’re going to do our make-up today.”
“That’s right. So which one of you wants to go first?” I asked, smiling.
“Save the best for last,” Heechul responded, quirking an eyebrow at me and moving to sit down on the couch.
If anyone else had said it, I would’ve just taken it as a joke and would’ve laughed it off. But since it was Heechul who said it—Heechul, who does strange wonders to the flipping and flopping of my heart and the butterflies on my stomach—I blushed really hard. Clearing my throat, I fixed the make-up on the desk, along with the brushes and turned to the other three.
“So who wants to go first?” I asked again.
As Sungmin sat down on the seat, his face turned towards me, Leeteuk and Kyuhyun joined Heechul on the couch. Kyuhyun then brought his PSP out and started playing, while Leeteuk quietly chatted with Heechul.
“You know you should try being more subtle,” Sungmin suddenly spoke, looking closely at me.
The make-up brush slipped through my fingers at this. As I picked it up, I cleared my throat once more. “Close your eyes,” was all I said as I started putting foundation on him. Sungmin could be so observant when he wanted to be.
“You’re really not fooling anyone, you know,” he went on. I bit my lip nervously as he finally was allowed to open his eyes and looked at me.
I wasn’t going to make it easy for him or anyone to make me admit it so I decided to play it innocent. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied. But I knew that he wouldn’t buy it. He’d become the closest to me, after all, so I added, “Oppa, do you think you we can have a guitar lesson later or would you be too tired?”
His eyes brightened and his smile widened at this. Anything to do with the guitar, he got all dreamy and happy. It also made him forget everything else. “Sure!” he granted. “Do you have a specific piece you want to learn this time?”
I shrugged. I had only planned on getting his mind off teasing me so I hadn’t really thought about it, although I did want to learn how to play the guitar. “What would you suggest?” I inquired as got one of the lipstick tubes from the desk.
“How about one of our songs? Sorry Sorry can be played on guitar,” he excitedly offered. “That way you’ll finally learn one of our songs.” He looked up at me expectantly as I did the finishing touches on his make-up.
“How about Falling Slowly?” Yesung, who was seated on the seat beside his, suggested.
I smiled gratefully at him. He just saved me from having to get myself out of explaining how I didn’t know the song Sorry Sorry. I had promised myself that I would learn Super Junior’s songs when I had started working with them. I mean, I know Miinah—vaguely—but, other than that, I didn’t know any of their songs. It wasn’t that they were an idol group’s songs. Not knowing their songs somehow made them more real to me. I was afraid that I would be intimidated or act differently once it had sunk in that they were really famous singers.
“Do you want to learn that then?” Sungmin wanted to know as he checked his reflection on the mirror.
“Falling Slowly is a beautiful song,” I concurred with a smile.
“Are you going to sing, Hye Rin?” Kyuhyun asked as he sat down on the seat that Sungmin left unoccupied.
“No,” I denied instantly, chuckling a little. “Just learning it on guitar.” I gently pushed his hair back as I started putting make-up on his forehead. “I’m not a very good singer.”
“But aren’t you taking up a voice class in Kyung Hee? So it means you have some talent in singing,” he clarified, making me look at him in surprise. He smiled. “Sungmin hyung told me.”
“Ah well,” I stammered, my cheeks turning pink. I don’t know if I would call it talent, but I do enjoy singing. “I just thought I’d try it.”
“How are you faring so far? Are you having a hard time?” he wanted to know, watching me with concerned eyes.
“I think I’m doing okay,” I hesitantly relayed.
“Where are you having a hard time?” he pressed.
Was I that obvious? “Just… writing,” I admitted. Our professor told me in front of the whole class that I wasn’t going to go far in the music industry because I was unable to write anything with real feeling.
“I can help you,” he offered.
I shook my head. “You’re too busy with so many things,” I politely rejected. I really didn’t want to bother him. He’s been doing so many things for me already. When he they found out that I was studying at Kyung Hee, they got Kyuhyun shuttling me everywhere around campus. I didn’t even know that they still actually attended classes; much less have the time to walk me around.
“I’m going to hear it from the hyungs if you don’t let me help you,” he cautioned me, raising his eyebrows threateningly.
“You’re free to not tell them, you know,” I retorted, rolling my eyes. I put on some lipstick on him, almost done.
“But what if I want to?” he persisted, searching my face for a reaction.
Kyuhyun loved to do this to me. Being the magnae of the group, he was almost always the one ordered to look after me, which I always felt sorry for. So whenever I declined his offer, he would always threaten to tell on me.
“Then I’m going to enjoy seeing your hyungs get mad at you,” I snickered.
“Ya! I’m older that you. I’m your oppa. You should listen to what I say,” he indignantly asserted, standing up.
“Not when you threaten me like that,” I stubbornly countered. When he pouted, I chuckled, unable to resist. “Fine, oppa.”
Smiling like a little kid, he reached out and ruffled my hair. “Let’s do it this weekend,” he presented and went back to the couch.
As Leeteuk sat down, he gave me a small smile then immediately closed his eyes. He was always like this, sleeping when make-up was being put on him. Seeing him this way always tugged at my heart for some reason. Hae Won told me about some of the things that the group had to go through in order to be successful in the industry. It seemed that every possible obstacle had happened to them. It was also in my sister’s stories I realized how big of a part the fans played in idols’ lives. They seemed scary, not a force to be trifled with.
After I was done with his make-up, I bit my lip, not wanting to wake him up. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. Even though I hadn’t known him long, I could tell that he was shouldering a lot of burdens.
“Don’t wake him,” Heechul quietly told me. He moved to the other chair and sat down there instead. I nodded in relief. It was really quite sweet how the members treated each other as brothers. Leeteuk and Heechul, being the eldest in the group, were the most imperceptible in their affection, but I felt like they were one of the closest somehow.
Taking a deep breath in the most unobvious manner I could muster, I started doing Heechul’s make-up. Lucky for me, he closed his eyes from the beginning, making my job so much easier. I really couldn’t function well when he was looking at me.
Ever since I officially met him, I saw him everywhere. It wasn’t just the fact that I worked with them. Even when I was at home, I always found him there or found myself at their dorm. The boys just loved inviting me and my sister along to whatever they were doing. My sister, never a party pooper, always obliged and dragged me with her. I’m not saying that I didn’t enjoy it because I did. I recognized that I loved seeing him all the time.
Heechul was just so… unique. I honestly had never met any other guy like him before. Aside from the fact that he was beautiful rather than handsome, he was girly in the manliest way—if that was possible. He always made sure that he looked good, that his hair was in the right place, that he had nothing on his face. He had this thing about tardiness. He was frank and didn’t care whether his opinion hurt you or not. If you didn’t matter to him, he wouldn’t give his opinion at all. And he had such a temper. I had only witnessed it once, when Donghae accidentally pressed some unknown button on his iPhone, which caused it to malfunction. Donghae had to hide in his room for a few hours at best. If he hadn’t—and this is according to everyone—Heechul would’ve torn him apart.
“What are you doing after work?” Heechul suddenly asked, opening his eyes and looking at me.
I was almost done with him and was feeling quite relaxed so this caught me by surprise. “Er, nothing,” I faltered. “Going straight home.”
“I thought you had a guitar lesson with Min,” he inquired.
“Right,” I validated, remembering that I made a sudden guitar lesson date with him earlier. “That’s what I’m doing after work.”
“Cancel it,” he abruptly ordered as he stood up and smoothed his pants. He preened himself through the mirror and fixed his hair.
“Why?” I wanted to know.
“We’re going out.” He gave me a knowing smile and walked away.
I shrugged and began fixing the make-up that I used for the boys. Suddenly, what he said implanted itself on my brain. I stared at my own reflection on the mirror.
Did Heechul just ask me out?