"Boys, do you mind if we have some company downstairs..?" Uncle Oh came by their table smiling apologetically, "apparently my wife had a bit of trouble just now and some girls lend her their help..she'd brought them here for lunch as a way to say thanks, I am so sorry, I hope you boys don't mind..?"
"Uncle Oh, " He smiled, "don't be like that..We are fine..Really..Don't worry..I hope Aunt Oh is fine..?"
"Oh, yes..She's fine..Thank you boys..."
They had been coming to this particular restaurant since they began their career in 2005 and had been coming here whenever they can. As they hadn't been living with each other for almost a year now- this place is like their meeting getaway.
Earlier in their career, when they had just debuted, not many people recognized them and they could eat here without attracting too much attention.
The owners, a pair of 50 year-olds husband and wife, liked them so much that when they came later on, after they gained much popularity, they'd closed their business for a few hours to give the boys their private time and space.
After 6 years, their relationship with The Oh's had been like children with their parents. They closed their restaurant without asking for extra charge and they'd get more food but most of all, they received a lot of warmth from the pair.
They could hear some girls talking and laughing downstairs.
Hyung Jun who'd been sitting facing directly down on the table the girls settled down below, raised an eyebrow, "those are very attractive girls.."
And all turned to have a look after Hyung Jun's comment. All- except one.
Hyun Joong had been looking pretty strange since they met him today. They thought that he'd finally caught the jet-lagged, although he'd never experienced one before, they thought the numerous journeys back and forth to Japan, had finally caught up to him.
"Hyung.." Kyu Jong called him ,"there are some pretty girls downstairs,"
Hyun Joong smiled and nodded. But didn't turn. It was so out of characters- the boys looked at Hyun Joong frowning.
"Something is wrong.." Jung Min said looking at him suspiciously.
"Did you, by any chance met a girl in Japan?" Young Saeng eyed him sharply.
He smiled- he had no intention of lying nor reciting everything to his friends right now. He's still in a bit of daze. Because right now- he's still thinking about the girl he met in a taxi a few hours ago. He's now seriously considering going to that street where she was dropped off and take a tour around. He might met her by chance. It's scaring him- he'd never reacted like this over a girl before.
The boys continued to question him, teased him, coaxed him, trying everything they can to force him spill what's he's thinking. But he merely shrugged and smiled. He still didn't know what he will do regarding this matter.
Then the sound of the piano been played silenced them.
As soon as he heard the voice, he turned around- surely he's not mistaken, he knew this voice. He'd been hearing this voice time and time all afternoon, in his head.
His heart stopped when he saw her, she's playing the piano and singing. If he had any doubts about how beautiful her voice was- it's gone now. She really does have one of the most distinctive voice he'd ever heard. And he saw his friends staring at the sight of her, pouring her heart out on the piano, with mesmerized eyes- he felt himself getting uneasy, irritated even. Now- he won't lie by saying he's not jealous because he is. He's jealous because his friends were looking at the girl he's very interested in. There- it's out. Whether he liked it or not- he's taken too much interest in that girl to take it lightly. He's even jealous of his friends over her. That's already a pretty strong sign.
"Wou!" Hyung Jun shook his head, "she's going to make it big if she's going into the entertainment business..That is one powerful performance,"
Then, they clapped their hands together as they widen the window facing the girls.
The girls turned around almost in unison towards them- they fell silent for a moment then they jumped on their feet, with the same squeel of delighs their fans always made- all except one. The girl behind the piano.
And when Hyun Joong spoke and asked the girls whether they wanted their autographs, the boys turned to him in surprised. He'd been ignoring the girls up until now. Perhaps the good music had jolted him on to his feet.
All four girls ran up the stairs and lined up to have their autographs on anything they have with writable surface.
"Why is she down there?"
"Oh, Sam's not into boy-bands.."Ari answered, automatically, then bit her lip, she should never be so blunt, "sorry," she bowed down, biting her lip as both Lisa and Gina gave her their elbows.
"What she meant was- our friend's favourite band is Boohwal." It was true. Sam might love Korean language and Korean cuisine, she might also admired Korean fashion and styles but she only have one Korean band in mind- Boohwal, a pop/rock band. She watched Korean movies and dramas but only because they made her to. The only thing she really watched were the Korean reality documentaries and talk shows.
So, that's why she didn't recognized him. Her taste is more old school- a real band. That's a change- a young girl like her usually go for the young, good looking, manufactured pop star band like theirs. He's getting more and more attracted to her.
"Your friend is a very good singer," Hyung Jun said, "you girls are pretty as well..Are you models, singers..or actresses..?" It could be a very cliche pick up line, but he's really 90% asking and not picking up the girls with the question just now.
"No," Shin Young smiled broadly- cheeks pink with delight, "we're students..At Hankuk University."
"Oh," the boys nodded.
"Pretty girls with brains," Young Saeng said, as the girls gathered back downstairs, comparing autographed memorabilia.
"and talent," Kyu Jong nodded towards the girl who didn't come up with the others.
So, her name is Sam and she's studying at Hankuk University. Hyun Joong smiled definitely know what he wanted to do from now on. He'd meet the girl who shook his world- twice in a day. That alone is a testament to something.
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