Waves
Waves
of hello and goodbye and hello again.
Kyuhyun/Younha | 1,804 words, G.
for hypothermal ♥ (request)
There is an exquisite ache donned in a simple wave.
Whether it’s a wave hello or goodbye, there is a part of you that wishes that there was nothing more to it but a salutation to a friend.
“That’s me.”
A smile and an awkward wave goodbye.
“Try not to burn any curtains on set, okay?”
Yes. There is an exquisite ache wrapped around that simple wave. Especially when it’s a wave goodbye from a friend.
-
Well… it’s not like she was much of a friend in the first place.
But you think it’s safe to say you were - since you’ve both worked so closely together for years that your understanding has already reached that point where it’s okay to tap her on the shoulder and yell out “Dude, check this out!” before digging a brand new DVD box-set of the Star Wars movies under her nose, right before a morning production meeting you’ve been dreading all day yesterday.
Go Younha would wrinkle her nose and roll her eyes exactly just as you expected her to before turning the box-set over curiously and reading the back. “This will take hours to finish.”
“Obviously, it’s six movies of pure amazing!” You smirk at her, your steps in time with hers as you walk down the hallway, “I’m planning on a marathon on our day off tomorrow. Roughly 12 hours of special effects, popcorn and sci-fi Heaven.”
“Okay… so you’re telling me this because…?” She took one look at you and rolls her eyes again, “Right. You want to watch over at my place. Fine. Fine.”
You keep from pumping your fist into the air in victory and decide to look smug instead. “Hey, you have the 52-inch plasma.”
She smiles at you and pushes the box-set back into your hands.
“How could I forget? You told me to buy it.”
-
You met her exactly three years ago.
The promotion bumped you up in the social hierarchy within the TV station and you were finally one of the big guys who got to choose their assistants. Cho Kyuhyun is the man, after all. A year out of college and already production manager, assigned to take care of who gets to guest in Korea’s top prime time talk show and who doesn’t stand a chance.
Getting an assistant was crucial to your further success. You had to get someone perfect for the job. Someone who could help a lot but not overwhelm his awesome. Someone plain and smart (and like some sci-fi too, so they could talk about other stuff aside from work).
You held auditions - not interviews, they were boring and totally outdated - and asked men and women of all shapes and sizes all sorts of silly questions to get the job. There were some good answers and some bad ones here and there - but they were mostly just so boring you were almost ready to give up the search.
You begin to think a little disappointedly that this is what happens when I ask for awesome and there’s really nobody else but me.
Then she walked in, clad in dark overalls and wearing a short bob on head. “Hi. I’m here for the production manager’s assistant job.”
“Right. Do you have a resum-oh, thanks. So, Go Younha-sshi…”
“Yes.”
She’s really plain, with the short bob and faded blue blouse. She looks a little like a farmer’s daughter lost in the big city - though her accent would count for someone who’s grown up in these urban streets. You stared at her a little while longer before asking a question,
“What’s hanging?”
She looked at you like you were crazy and rolls her eyes openly. It was a stupid question but that was the type of questions he wanted to ask. The real test was how well she could answer a mundane question without missing a beat. If she couldn’t do that, then what was the point of finding an assistant who won’t keep in time with his ideas?
You stared back at her and waited.
“Around your neck or mine?” She shrugs finally, cocking her head to the side. She noticed the smirk on your face and pursed her lips into a smirk as well, “Because if it’s mine then it’s just a huge tag that says ‘Just Hire Me, dumbass’.”
The burst of laughter that bubbled out of you was no accident, and you hired her on the spot.
Kid’s got sass after all, and you like that.
-
But she was a lot better than you expected. Far more than what her faded blue overalls told you that day three years ago.
She was quick-witted, sarcastic and funny. She was a good negotiator and almost always got the star they wanted to guest in before anyone else could talk them out of it. She would work overtime when he worked overtime, and she would bring you coffee (and tell you to pay her later) just when you really needed a cup. She liked listening to different genres of music and sing at the top of her lungs when she felt like annoying you. She liked beating you at video games during breaks and watching sci-fi films in her iPod.
Go Younha was cool like that. Almost as awesome as you even.
“Hey, Cho,” She never really seemed to care to call you by your name. “I’ve got tickets for Thor. It might turn out to be lame, but how about we watch anyway and make fun of it after?”
“Ooh. Asking me out on date, Younha? My, I’m flattered.”
“… Right. So, free movie, popcorn and a pass to make fun of someone? Are you in or not?”
You grab your jacket and gently push her out the door. “You had me at ‘free movie’. Let’s go.”
-
“I heard about your big promotion.”
“Oh. Yeah. That.”
“Hey, why the long face? It’s totally fine with me. It’ll be a lot more interesting arguing with you over who gets to cast in the bigger star than telling you what to do.”
“I guess… it’s just that…”
“What?”
“I’ve been promoted to production manager - but not here in the station.”
“Oh… where?”
“NBC.”
“What?”
“NBC. The U.S. Channel? Turns out my professor sent a video of my set piece back in college and used that as my resume for a job there. I’m starting the job on the 8th.”
“Oh. So, when are you leaving?”
“In a week.”
“Oh.”
“Hey… don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re going to miss me.”
“Ha! Yeah, right. Anyway, in any case you’re still my assistant. Now go and do assistant things.”
“Aww… I’m gonna miss you too, Cho.”
-
The ache starts right after that. It’s slow at first and barely noticeable - until suddenly the throb makes it a little hard too breathe when she walks by with those cute overalls and bouncing bob of hair.
Things are normal for the most part, and you go about your days at work like nothing’s wrong. Except something has changed because you no longer think of yourself as the only amazing person there - another person has been added to that list, and that other person was just sitting in her desk across from you. She’s buried in her paperwork, brushing her hair off of her face and chewing on the end of a pencil.
You won’t see her do that in a few days, and the ache makes it way into your system again.
“Hey. Let’s do lunch.”
“You go ahead. I have some kimbap here.”
“No, that won’t do. Come on, I’m treating you to samgyupsal.”
Her eyes light up like a well-lit Christmas tree and you smirk.
“Really?!”
“Yes. But you have to get your butt off that chair first.”
-
The airport is surprisingly quiet as you wait, rubbing your shoes against the tiles. Younha raises an eyebrow at you when you scoff in annoyance at the sound your feet make and wrinkle her nose.
“If you keep doing that, it’ll keep making that sound.”
When you don’t respond and she continues, “You don’t have to wait with me, you know.”
You shrug in response and rub your feet on the floor again - wincing at the screeching sound it made. “Nah, I’ll wait. I want to wait.”
-
It turns out you didn’t have to wait very long.
“Well, that’s me.” She says, cocking her head to the garbling intercom announcing the arrival of a plane to the freaking United States of America and grinning.
“Try not to burn any curtains on set, okay?”
“Haha. Funny.” She grins, “I won’t.”
You notice how her palm open awkwardly as she attempted a wave goodbye and you can’t help but snort at her. You hold up your hand confidently and shook it, “This is how you wave, Younha.”
She ignores the sarcastic tone edged in your voice and rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, okay - whatever O Amazing One.” She teased, turning slightly to check on her bags and then back at him. “I’ll be going now.”
There is that ache again, donned in her simple farewell. When she waves goodbye, there is a part of you that wishes that there was something more to it but a parting from a boss and friend.
… “Hey, wait.”
Younha gives you a surprised look and blinks at you. “What?”
“I am-” You clear your throat and look down on your shoes, “I am going to miss you, you know.”
Her lips curl into a smile in your mind even though you’re not looking at her directly. “I know.”
“A lot. I’m going to miss you a lot, Younha.”
Then her arms are around you before you had any moment to react, wrapping you into a hugged you didn’t know whether you wanted or needed. Her head rests on your shoulder as your own arms wave around awkwardly around her.
“I’m going to miss you a lot too.” She whispers into your shoulder,
-and the moment suddenly clicks in your head.
Your hands find their way on the small of her back and you pull her closer, breathing in the scent of her hair. Your lips kiss the side of her head as words stumble out of your mouth and she smiles wider.
“Me too, Kyuhyun. Me too.”
-
There is an exquisite ache donned in a simple wave.
Whether it’s a wave hello or goodbye, there is a part of you that knows that there is something more to it than a salutation to a friend...
“I am jet-lagged. Get me coffee.”
A laugh and a light punch on the shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
The smile curls your lips as she plants a kiss on your seemingly sleeping face.
Me too, Younha. Me too.
* * *
Notes: I don't know much about Super Junior's Kyuhyun or Younha... but I think these two would look really cute together. I hope you like this, Hazel. ♥
of hello and goodbye and hello again.
Kyuhyun/Younha | 1,804 words, G.
for hypothermal ♥ (request)
There is an exquisite ache donned in a simple wave.
Whether it’s a wave hello or goodbye, there is a part of you that wishes that there was nothing more to it but a salutation to a friend.
“That’s me.”
A smile and an awkward wave goodbye.
“Try not to burn any curtains on set, okay?”
Yes. There is an exquisite ache wrapped around that simple wave. Especially when it’s a wave goodbye from a friend.
-
Well… it’s not like she was much of a friend in the first place.
But you think it’s safe to say you were - since you’ve both worked so closely together for years that your understanding has already reached that point where it’s okay to tap her on the shoulder and yell out “Dude, check this out!” before digging a brand new DVD box-set of the Star Wars movies under her nose, right before a morning production meeting you’ve been dreading all day yesterday.
Go Younha would wrinkle her nose and roll her eyes exactly just as you expected her to before turning the box-set over curiously and reading the back. “This will take hours to finish.”
“Obviously, it’s six movies of pure amazing!” You smirk at her, your steps in time with hers as you walk down the hallway, “I’m planning on a marathon on our day off tomorrow. Roughly 12 hours of special effects, popcorn and sci-fi Heaven.”
“Okay… so you’re telling me this because…?” She took one look at you and rolls her eyes again, “Right. You want to watch over at my place. Fine. Fine.”
You keep from pumping your fist into the air in victory and decide to look smug instead. “Hey, you have the 52-inch plasma.”
She smiles at you and pushes the box-set back into your hands.
“How could I forget? You told me to buy it.”
-
You met her exactly three years ago.
The promotion bumped you up in the social hierarchy within the TV station and you were finally one of the big guys who got to choose their assistants. Cho Kyuhyun is the man, after all. A year out of college and already production manager, assigned to take care of who gets to guest in Korea’s top prime time talk show and who doesn’t stand a chance.
Getting an assistant was crucial to your further success. You had to get someone perfect for the job. Someone who could help a lot but not overwhelm his awesome. Someone plain and smart (and like some sci-fi too, so they could talk about other stuff aside from work).
You held auditions - not interviews, they were boring and totally outdated - and asked men and women of all shapes and sizes all sorts of silly questions to get the job. There were some good answers and some bad ones here and there - but they were mostly just so boring you were almost ready to give up the search.
You begin to think a little disappointedly that this is what happens when I ask for awesome and there’s really nobody else but me.
Then she walked in, clad in dark overalls and wearing a short bob on head. “Hi. I’m here for the production manager’s assistant job.”
“Right. Do you have a resum-oh, thanks. So, Go Younha-sshi…”
“Yes.”
She’s really plain, with the short bob and faded blue blouse. She looks a little like a farmer’s daughter lost in the big city - though her accent would count for someone who’s grown up in these urban streets. You stared at her a little while longer before asking a question,
“What’s hanging?”
She looked at you like you were crazy and rolls her eyes openly. It was a stupid question but that was the type of questions he wanted to ask. The real test was how well she could answer a mundane question without missing a beat. If she couldn’t do that, then what was the point of finding an assistant who won’t keep in time with his ideas?
You stared back at her and waited.
“Around your neck or mine?” She shrugs finally, cocking her head to the side. She noticed the smirk on your face and pursed her lips into a smirk as well, “Because if it’s mine then it’s just a huge tag that says ‘Just Hire Me, dumbass’.”
The burst of laughter that bubbled out of you was no accident, and you hired her on the spot.
Kid’s got sass after all, and you like that.
-
But she was a lot better than you expected. Far more than what her faded blue overalls told you that day three years ago.
She was quick-witted, sarcastic and funny. She was a good negotiator and almost always got the star they wanted to guest in before anyone else could talk them out of it. She would work overtime when he worked overtime, and she would bring you coffee (and tell you to pay her later) just when you really needed a cup. She liked listening to different genres of music and sing at the top of her lungs when she felt like annoying you. She liked beating you at video games during breaks and watching sci-fi films in her iPod.
Go Younha was cool like that. Almost as awesome as you even.
“Hey, Cho,” She never really seemed to care to call you by your name. “I’ve got tickets for Thor. It might turn out to be lame, but how about we watch anyway and make fun of it after?”
“Ooh. Asking me out on date, Younha? My, I’m flattered.”
“… Right. So, free movie, popcorn and a pass to make fun of someone? Are you in or not?”
You grab your jacket and gently push her out the door. “You had me at ‘free movie’. Let’s go.”
-
“I heard about your big promotion.”
“Oh. Yeah. That.”
“Hey, why the long face? It’s totally fine with me. It’ll be a lot more interesting arguing with you over who gets to cast in the bigger star than telling you what to do.”
“I guess… it’s just that…”
“What?”
“I’ve been promoted to production manager - but not here in the station.”
“Oh… where?”
“NBC.”
“What?”
“NBC. The U.S. Channel? Turns out my professor sent a video of my set piece back in college and used that as my resume for a job there. I’m starting the job on the 8th.”
“Oh. So, when are you leaving?”
“In a week.”
“Oh.”
“Hey… don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re going to miss me.”
“Ha! Yeah, right. Anyway, in any case you’re still my assistant. Now go and do assistant things.”
“Aww… I’m gonna miss you too, Cho.”
-
The ache starts right after that. It’s slow at first and barely noticeable - until suddenly the throb makes it a little hard too breathe when she walks by with those cute overalls and bouncing bob of hair.
Things are normal for the most part, and you go about your days at work like nothing’s wrong. Except something has changed because you no longer think of yourself as the only amazing person there - another person has been added to that list, and that other person was just sitting in her desk across from you. She’s buried in her paperwork, brushing her hair off of her face and chewing on the end of a pencil.
You won’t see her do that in a few days, and the ache makes it way into your system again.
“Hey. Let’s do lunch.”
“You go ahead. I have some kimbap here.”
“No, that won’t do. Come on, I’m treating you to samgyupsal.”
Her eyes light up like a well-lit Christmas tree and you smirk.
“Really?!”
“Yes. But you have to get your butt off that chair first.”
-
The airport is surprisingly quiet as you wait, rubbing your shoes against the tiles. Younha raises an eyebrow at you when you scoff in annoyance at the sound your feet make and wrinkle her nose.
“If you keep doing that, it’ll keep making that sound.”
When you don’t respond and she continues, “You don’t have to wait with me, you know.”
You shrug in response and rub your feet on the floor again - wincing at the screeching sound it made. “Nah, I’ll wait. I want to wait.”
-
It turns out you didn’t have to wait very long.
“Well, that’s me.” She says, cocking her head to the garbling intercom announcing the arrival of a plane to the freaking United States of America and grinning.
“Try not to burn any curtains on set, okay?”
“Haha. Funny.” She grins, “I won’t.”
You notice how her palm open awkwardly as she attempted a wave goodbye and you can’t help but snort at her. You hold up your hand confidently and shook it, “This is how you wave, Younha.”
She ignores the sarcastic tone edged in your voice and rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, okay - whatever O Amazing One.” She teased, turning slightly to check on her bags and then back at him. “I’ll be going now.”
There is that ache again, donned in her simple farewell. When she waves goodbye, there is a part of you that wishes that there was something more to it but a parting from a boss and friend.
… “Hey, wait.”
Younha gives you a surprised look and blinks at you. “What?”
“I am-” You clear your throat and look down on your shoes, “I am going to miss you, you know.”
Her lips curl into a smile in your mind even though you’re not looking at her directly. “I know.”
“A lot. I’m going to miss you a lot, Younha.”
Then her arms are around you before you had any moment to react, wrapping you into a hugged you didn’t know whether you wanted or needed. Her head rests on your shoulder as your own arms wave around awkwardly around her.
“I’m going to miss you a lot too.” She whispers into your shoulder,
-and the moment suddenly clicks in your head.
Your hands find their way on the small of her back and you pull her closer, breathing in the scent of her hair. Your lips kiss the side of her head as words stumble out of your mouth and she smiles wider.
“Me too, Kyuhyun. Me too.”
-
There is an exquisite ache donned in a simple wave.
Whether it’s a wave hello or goodbye, there is a part of you that knows that there is something more to it than a salutation to a friend...
“I am jet-lagged. Get me coffee.”
A laugh and a light punch on the shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
The smile curls your lips as she plants a kiss on your seemingly sleeping face.
Me too, Younha. Me too.
* * *
Notes: I don't know much about Super Junior's Kyuhyun or Younha... but I think these two would look really cute together. I hope you like this, Hazel. ♥