A Phone Call Away
Why couldn’t she wear a dress like that?
It was wishful thinking, Hyoyeon knew. She was a dancer, and so she’d never have the opportunity to wear such a gorgeous princess ball gown; white, sparkly, feminine, and beautiful.
At times like these, she felt useless. What was her purpose? To sit around backstage in a room all by herself while she watched the other members happily perform onstage?
She always said that she didn't care whether she was in the front or back or if she even got screen time--she loved performing anyway, but the ache in her heart was just too much for her.
Hyoyeon felt completely alone, as she stared up at the little television screen and watched Jessica perform in a floor-length dress that just made your jaw drop from its stunning beauty. She wanted to do that, so badly--wear something that would make her feel beautiful.
Untalented, was she.
Here she was, already dressed for the next performance she’d be in--one with all the members of SNSD. She loved the members, she truly did, but Hyoyeon loved being able to shine on her own, to gain the recognition, to hear cheers only for her.
She didn’t quite understand though, how Sooyoung managed to get a solo stage, yet she couldn’t. Hyoyeon could dance too, and everyone knew that. Who even made the choices around here?
Feeling bitter, alone, hurt, annoyed, and angry all at the same time, she leaned back on the couch and glared at nothing in particular, until her phone buzzed from her pocket.
How’s the show going? :)
Hyoyeon read the text with an indifferent expression. It was from Eunhyuk, of course.
Fine.
Liar.
What do you even want?
What’s wrong?
Hyoyeon hesitated, unsure of whether to tell him or not. She told him everything, didn’t she? So why did she feel like she shouldn’t share what was keeping her down?
I told you, I’m fine.
Where are the other members?
Around~
Hyoyeon, respond to me properly or I will call you.
Jessica’s about to finish performing and Taeyeon’s waiting to go on. The other girls are getting dressed and Sunny is in the bathroom; she’s sick, remember?
So I take it you’re sitting by yourself moping?
Hyoyeon frowned; he was dead-on, as usual.
Sometimes I wonder if you’re like outside the window, stalking me.
Hehe, nah, I’m filming Music Bank.
That’s cool, I guess.
Hyoyeon tapped her fingers on the screen in tune to “O Holy Night”, waiting impatiently for a reply from Eunhyuk. When five minutes passed and she didn’t get one, she began a new text to him.
Then her phone started vibrating again.
“Eunhyuk?” Hyoyeon answered.
“Talk,” Eunhyuk instructed.
“I’m talking.” Hyoyeon responded wittily.
“What’s wrong, Hyoyeon? Come on, you never not tell me things.”
“Why am I so untalented?” Hyoyeon blurted out.
“Do I need to come over there and hit you in the head? Untalented?” Eunhyuk repeated the word in disbelief.
“If I was talented, I’d be out there, doing something.” Hyoyeon muttered.
“Sunny’s not doing anything.”
“Sunny’s sick!”
“That’s not the point, Hyoyeon,” Eunhyuk sighed, exasperated, “Why do you think so lowly of yourself?”
“Taeyeon and Jessica are amazing singers. Tiffany is a good speaker and Sunny’s known for her cuteness. Yuri is sexy, Sooyoung is never hated because she’s pretty, Yoona’s the visual, and Seohyun is a total triple threat.”
“Are any of those eight the best dancer?” Eunhyuk retorted loudly.
“No, but you know Yuri or Sooyoung could easily take my place.” Hyoyeon countered, her voice lowering.
“What are you--”
“What’s the point of trying anymore when you’ll never get noticed, no matter how hard you try?” Hyoyeon burst out angrily.
“You’re a dancer, Eunhyuk, but you get recognition for that. Besides that, you’re so funny and people acknowledge that. People say I’m funny, but you know what? I’ll never even get ten minutes of time on a variety show to prove that about myself. Performance--I get shoved in the back and I have to act like I’m happy. I have to fake a damn smile like I never get hurt, like I never care about what anyone says about me. I’ll always be second-rate in everything I do, and it doesn’t matter if I give a hundred percent or two hundred percent. The others are better singers, better dancers, prettier, cuter, and funnier.”
Hyoyeon stopped and felt something wet on her thigh--tears? She was crying? Hyoyeon bit her lip and held the flood of tears back; she knew that if Eunhyuk discovered she was crying, he’d overreact and make a big deal out of it.
She didn’t need that.
“You are so stupid sometimes, Hyoyeon, I swear.”
Hyoyeon was stung by the harshness of his words. She tried to muster up enough sarcasm to give a proper reply, but it came out sounding the exact opposite.
“Hyoyeon, you don’t need to be the best in a category to be known. Do you know how many people love you? Look outside of Korea, at the international fans. They see you, the real you; the Hyoyeon who’s the dancing machine, even though that’s my title.”
Hyoyeon managed to smile weakly at his possessiveness.
“They can see the Hyoyeon who isn’t the best singer but tries her hardest and has made improvements, which makes her amazing. There’s the Hyoyeon who has grown to be not pretty, but incredibly beautiful.”
She felt her face get warm, just a little.
“The Hyoyeon with the funny jokes and wittiness, and even the Hyoyeon with the awkward aegyo that’s actually really endearing--they love that, and I...”
Hyoyeon let her head hang down; she glanced at the floor and shut her eyes, letting the tears fall quietly. She couldn’t keep them in any longer.
“I love that.”
Her eyes flew open, still wet with tears. His words comforted her so much; she didn’t even know how she could thank you. Those last words he said though, did she hear right?
“I don’t have any aegyo,” Hyoyeon mumbled, denying the fact.
“You’re already using it right now, stupid,” Eunhyuk chuckled.
“God, Eunhyuk, thank you--a lot.” Hyoyeon whispered, eternally grateful.
“It’s what I’m here for.” she swore she could see him smiling.
“I wish you were here,” Hyoyeon added, feeling embarrassed after she said it.
“Oh, I am.”
“You’re--what?” Hyoyeon exclaimed.
He chuckled again, and at that moment, Hyoyeon thought it was the most wonderful sound she ever heard. “Open the door.”
She set her phone down and eyed the door warily. Hyoyeon took careful steps to it and opened the door in one big, grand motion.
“Hi,” Eunhyuk waved, grinning.
He was standing a few feet away from the door, wearing a ridiculous-looking suit. A pink purse was on the ground next to him. Hyoyeon ran full-speed and half-tackled him, burying her whole self in his chest.
“You’re here,” she stated, feeling a pair of arms wrap around her waist.
“Tiffany left her purse after FAME a few days ago, and I was stuck with returning it.” Eunhyuk laughed.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t put yourself down ever again and I won’t have to lecture you,” Eunhyuk said strictly, poking her in the head.
Hyoyeon pulled herself away from him. “I’ll try.”
“Seriously, don’t,” Eunhyuk pleaded, bringing her into his arms again, “Do I have to remind you every day that you’re the best dancer and the funniest, most beautiful girl I know?”
“That’d be kinda nice,” Hyoyeon remarked playfully.
“Stupid,” Eunhyuk gently punched her arm, “I’m only a phone call and maybe fifteen minutes away, remember.”
Hyoyeon laughed. “I’ll remember.”
“I better go find Tiffany and get out of here, my manager’s waiting.” Eunhyuk smiled sheepishly.
“Go, go!” Hyoyeon gave him a little push.
“See ya around,” Eunhyuk embraced her once more.
“Bye,” Hyoyeon said, clinging tighter to him.
“Remember?”
“A phone call away, I got it.”
A/N: So this random little thing was born after I watched SNSD's Fairytale Christmas Special thing and I noticed that Hyo didn't get a solo stage. I imagined her sitting backstage alone while the other girls performed...thus, this happened.
Merry Late Christmas to everyone<3
Sorry for this weird thing. XD