*Author's Note: I know it's been a while since I've updated this story, but to clear anything up, expect a new chapter of this story every one to two weeks! Thanks to my reviewers! Now on with the story!
The Jeep screeched to a stop as Hawkeye shut off the lights. He and Kyong Soon made their way over to the mostly destroyed building that used to be Uncle Ho's. Hawkeye approached the door to push it open, only to have it fall off its hinges.
"You think we should get the maintenance?"
Kyong Soon giggled as she held onto her bag of food.
"I hope our table's ready, I just hate waiting at the bar." He walked up to a charred, overturned table and flipped it right-side up while Kyong Soon sat the rest of the food on top of it. Hawkeye quickly proceeded to drag two chairs over for them to sit at when he then noticed her setting a small case-looking item on a small stool.
"What's that?"
She poped open the case to reveal a phonograph. "Violin music."
Hawkeye smiled and pulled a candle out of his bag. "And I have the candlelight." He sat it down on the table and lit it with a match, allowing the soft light to illuminate their surroundings (which was mostly overturned and burned furniture).
"That's some nice music."
"Thank you, it's the only one I have, but it's nice."
Hawkeye blew out the match and sat down at the table with Kyong Soon.
"I've brought some kimchi and dried fish." She added a smile. "I hope you like dried fish."
Hawkeye smiled back and held out a jar. "I love dried fish, I hope you like pork and beans."
Kyong Soon looked back at him silently as her smile faded and she took her gaze off him.
"What's the matter... you don't like pork and beans?" He asked, his smile fading as well.
She looked back at him and sighed. "I'm afraid..."
Hawkeye frowned. "Of what?"
"I'm afraid that this is going to far...us"
Hawkeye felt his heart sink.
"I'm afraid that I'm going to feel something... something that I haven't felt in a long time."
He sighed. "Kyong Soon... I'm touched by the way that you live in a bombed out house, and tell jokes in French. Even by the way you yank vegetables out of the ground and gather water from a mile away." A boyish grin spread across his face. "And I like the way you pat the chickens after you collect the eggs."
The smile quickly returned to her face following a chuckle to his fascination with her care to chickens.
His grin came back to a smile, one that was ever so sincere. He looked back into her eyes and quietly finished off his speech, "And your eyes have shot their arrows into my heart..."
She smiled and laughed.
"So you think I'm cute?" He asked with a sheepish grin.
"I'm very touched by you too, because you care about my people, and I like your laughter and warmth..." She shyly looked down and blushed, "And your eyes have shot their arrows into my heart, too."
Hawkeye leaned in closer. "So what are you afraid of?"
Once again she returned a distant gaze. "Of everything."
They both looked down, the silence between them spanning a few minutes, but to them it felt like an eternity.
Hawkeye returned his focus to her and broke the silence. "Will you dance with me?"
Stunned and surprised by his sudden request, she quietly shook her head. "I don't think we should."
However, Hawkeye wasn't ready to give up yet. "Will you?" He felt his heart beat a little faster as he whispered, "Please?"
She slowly looked back to him, meeting his eyes. And in turn she whispered, "Yes."
They both stood up from the table. They stood closer, and closer, until they reached for each other's hands. The drew in closer and she gently slipped her hand onto his back. They stood so close now, beginning to sway back and forth, following the slow and quiet tune of the music. Hawkeye and Kyong Soon returned their attention to each other.
He looked at her eyes. Her gorgeous dark eyes. "I never want this moment to end..." They continued to gaze deeper and deeper into each other's eyes. And he smiled and thought to himself, "Her eyes are doing it again... and her arrows haven't missed my heart once. Not once."