EunHyuk / Super Junior Kpop Scenario
Requested by asye-c
Who; EunHyuk of Super Junior
Plot; When he serenades you
This is the second part to asye’s request. She asked for both this and the L scenario I did before this. :) Hope you enjoy both mama.
You bit your bottom lip sitting in the limo. It had just shown up outside your apartment. Your boyfriend EunHyuk had sent it for you. It was your anniversary. You hadn’t been together for very long, so that he would go to this extent, more than surprised you. The limo driver had delivered a long dress box, as well as a bag. Inside was the most beautiful cocktail dress you had ever seen in person, and off the rack. You had admired ones just like it in the windows when you walked by the really expensive department store windows going to and from your job. You could never have afforded one like it on your salary. But it was fun to look at them. You would walk the rest of the way to work, your headphones pumping your moods favorite hit of the moment into your ears, and you imagined what it would be like to have fancy places to go wearing a dress like that.
Now there you were, about to zip one up. It was a beautiful jade colour that highlighted your hair and hugged your figure. The asymmetrical strap went over your left shoulder. The hem hitting you just above the knee was shorter than you in your modesty were used to, but it was beautiful.
In the bag were metallic T strap heels, as well as undergarments. You blushed as the familiar pink of Victoria’s Secret peeked at you from behind the shoe box. You opened it and inside was a black lace strapless bra, and under a matching pair of boy shorts. He knew you all to well. A note inside the bag had you covering your mouth with giggling girly glee.
“These are for you Jagiya, it may be a long time before I see you in them, but just knowing that you’re wearing them will fuel dreams for months to come.”
You gave your hair a last look in the hall mirror before putting your keys, wallet and phone in your small clutch. The limo driver was waiting outside the car, leaning, but snapped to attention when you walked up. He smiled. Not in a sassy or undressing you with his eyes way. More like a proud and approving parent. As you got in, he leaned close and whispered,
“He’s going to love you my dear.” you blushed and thanking him, nearly cracking your face into the car door in the process, you got into the car.
So now here you were. It was going to be a bit of a drive, so you settled back in your seat and your mind began to wander. If your friends could see you now, you wouldn’t hear the end of it. It was your Oppa who had wanted you to meet EunHyuk. He was a back up dancer at SM and not many people knew. He didn’t want to have people around him who only wanted to be close with him because of his job. Lucky for you, you had known him since school times so he knew he could trust you.
“Oh c’mon, you’ve got nothing better to do. You never have anything better to do.” he teased while he slurped up ramen in your kitchen. You had glared at him angry because you knew he was right. You were one of those work a holics who never did anything even remotely social. You went to work, you worked your fingers to the bone for a boss who would as soon spit at you as look at you, came home and vegged in front of the tv with your dog eating either ramen or take out.
You didn’t go quietly however. You bitched and ranted about just about everything you could think of. Part of it was a deflection tactic. You didn’t want to have fun, because if you did, you’d have to first deal with the “i told you so’s” and second wanting to go out more often. The other part of you was partially hoping you would annoy your Oppa enough for him to tell you to go home. But that didn’t happen. Your Oppa had known you for long enough to know what you were doing, and he wasn’t about to let you get out of this. EunHyuk needed a good girl instead of these gold digger so called “fans” who were trying to take him for everything he had, or just for bragging rights. And you needed someone to bring you out of your shell and teach you how to have fun.
The minute you laid eyes on them all in their practice room, you instantly went quiet. You wanted to just blend into the background. But your Oppa wasn’t having it. He noisily introduced everyone to you and let them all know who you were. You felt your cheeks burning. You would have given anything at that point to melt into the floor, or be invisible. You sat down in the corner near the Coordi Noona’s and the instructor who sat in a steel fold up chair and watched them practice the new routine. You didn’t know it yet, but you were watching the final touches to the dance routine for the Super Show version of “Opera”, and what would eventually be their 3rd Japanese single. It would be months before they would do Super Show but they always wanted to be ready.
Fast forward a month and you sat nervously outside in a park, after dark with EunHyuk. He had insistently asked you out, and finally you caved. Your dates always happened after dark because being seen in broad daylight, or even being seen together at all, would damage his image. It made you feel like a burden, and that you would rather not be with him if that’s how you were going to feel all the time. As the walk you two had taken came to a close, he had a burst of boldness and pulled you to him for a hug. You were shaking in his grip. Your cheeks were flushed in embarrassment. You couldn’t put a finger on just why you were always so nervous around him. You also couldn’t understand just why he even liked you.
You spent the first month of your being “dating” horribly afraid that camera’s would come out of someplace and tell you it was all a joke. You didn’t dare let yourself believe he actually liked you…. until you kissed. You had actually put effort into your appearance for this date. You reasoned that if you were going to be humiliated on tv, you might as well look nice for it. He smiled a little wider when he saw you.
“You look really, really nice. Does this mean you’re becoming more comfortable around me?” he asked looking hopeful.
“Maybe.” you conceded. As you sat on the park bench he kept fiddling with his fingers and looking really nervous.
You turned to ask him what was wrong when he turned to look at you and your lips brushed together. You stopped and waited. You kept looking around. He looked at you strangely.
“What are you looking for?” he asked you bluntly.
“I’m waiting for the camera’s and television people to come storming out of the bushes to tell me this is all a joke. This can’t be real, there’s no way a guy like you would really like a girl like me. Not when you have all those girls you work with to choose from.” he looked angry at you, which surprised you.
“Is that what you think? You think everything I’ve told you has been a lie? That I’m a liar when I say that I like you? I just kissed you!” his outburst had your breath caught in your throat. Could he really like you. He stood up still looking angry, “If you’re not going to believe in anything I say then why did you keep answering my calls, and keep coming to meet me?” you were also growing flustered, so you stood up to look him in the eye.
“Because I wanted to believe it!” you raised your voice, then the tears started and your strength left you, barely above a whisper you continued, “I wanted to believe that someone like you could like someone like me. But things like that don’t happen. Not in real life. This isn’t some drama where the rich goodlooking guy comes to sweep the poor little pauper off her feet…” you looked at him, “but I wanted it to be like that. And I guess I was hoping against hope that it was true.” you went to wipe your tears, but he caught your hand, and with a quick motion, pulled you flush against his chest. His face dangerously close to yours.
“Don’t ever doubt me when I say I like you. If I didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t say it. And if I didn’t mean it.. I certainly wouldn’t do this..”
Before you could ask what “this” was, his lips took over yours. He slanted his mouth over yours giving him the advantage. The one hand that had reached for your wrist now laced his fingers with yours and held it around his back. His other hand combed through your hair and cupped the side of your face.
His kiss was gentle, and slow, and soft. As if he had all the time in the world to just stand there and make out with you. His tongue swiped your bottom lip slowly, each pass of his mouth encouraging you to part your lips and let him in. When his tongue made contact with yours, your world was thrown for a loop and you knew somehow that nothing would ever be the same.
The opening of the car door brought you back from your thoughts. The driver smiled and held out his hand to help you out. You entered what looked to be an old time theater, where they still parted the curtains for the screen. You were escorted to the front row where you sat. You looked around for a moment before the music started.
The music was familiar, and before you could place it, Eunhyuk in a black and white suit, looking crisp and dapper was on stage rapping the opening lines of “I Wanna Love You”. He was soon joined by DongHae who winked at you when you grinned at him. As the song ended, Donghae disappeared somewhere back stage, and EunHyuk made his way down the side stairs to you.
He held out his hands which you took. Before you could compliment his preformance, he moved into your arms and kissed you. You clung to the fabric of his jacket sleeves in surprise, unable to do anything else. He pulled away briefly to allow you both to breathe before he gently cupped your face in both hands, going for another kiss.
“You’re so beautiful.” he breathed over your lips before he covered them with his own.
The night ended with the driver of the limo falling asleep in the driver seat, hands folded over his chest, head back and snoring, while you and EunHyuk, barefoot stood on the beach watching the sunrise in each others arms.
“I love you beautiful girl.” he whispered into your hair as his chin rested on the top of your head.
“I love you too my boy.” you whispered back into his shirt, the lingering smell of cologne tickling your nose.
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