[Voice of My Heart] Chapter Nine
Title: Can You Smile to the Voice of my Heart?
Author: Cheeky Lollipop a.k.a. Ice Chi
Rating: PG-13. :D I still fail at ratings, k?
Pairing: Sungyeol x OC, slightly hinted Myungyeol. HAHAHA.
Starring: Lee Sungyeol, Park Miyoung (OC), Kim Myungsoo, INFINITE
Summary: Swan Lake opens a lot of doors for friendship…And perhaps love?
Genre: Drama+ Comedy+ Fluffy Romance
Status: Two-part Fic.
Chapter Nine:
The dorm was unusually quiet after Sparkling’s performance weeks, mostly because the door on one of the floors stopped its ritual banging. Lee Sungyeol got his grip back. He had stopped practicing too much, there were no Concertos in line for him ‘til next season anyway. The baby grand in his room stayed untouched and was starting to gather dust and would have been a large dust bin, if not for Myungsoo’s obsessive-compulsive cleaning sprees. Those sprees made Sungyeol lose a sock, a music book and a magazine. The stoic boy threw out everything he found irrelevant.
Like the way Miyoung threw my heart out the window. Sungyeol thought, but he caught himself just in time and refused to continue whatever walk down memory lane his reverie offered him. He should get over it already. He was slumped on the couch again, his torso pressed to his knees-a technique he learned to alleviate the heart ache he felt.
Why was he hurting so much anyway? He knew he was going to get rejected. He knew the girl he wanted longed for someone else. I’m sorry. I like someone else. You know that, right? Miyoung’s words echoed in his head like a broken mix tape. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt so much if Miyoung liked another someone else. But no, he had to lose her to his bestfriend, who in fact couldn’t care less of the girl.
Kim Myungsoo, Ice Prince.
What else could he do? Challenge Myungsoo to a sword fight for Miyoung’s honor? For all Sungyeol knew, the stoic ulzzang would just hand Miyoung over to him. But that would hurt the prima even more. It’s a lose-lose situation if that happened, nothing but a Pyrrhic victory. An empty sense of success.
So, instead of fighting back, Sungyeol chose to sulk inwardly. On campus, he was still the bright and bubbly Elementary Schooler, making it a point that everybody stayed oblivious to the pain he felt. They didn’t have to know. A pity-party would surely be thrown if the other students found out. And Miyoung’s image would be tarnished. From Prima Ballerina to Prime Heartbreaker, he could already picture the School’s Gossip Board. He would never want that to happen.
That is why he did his ritual sulking at home, in the dark recesses of his formerly bright room. He only sulked in the living room when Myungsoo wasn’t home. Fortunately, the boy never went home early, he still had some errands to attend to as the President of the Strings Ensemble. So now, Sungyeol sulked on the couch, blinking back salty tears and staring at space every five minutes.
Every five minutes. Because this was the only time interval when his mind was empty, save for a small clip that had burned itself to his brain-the messed-up confession shtick-continuously on loop, playing and playing until he himself got sick of it.
The door suddenly whooshed open, though without a bang, and Sungyeol swiftly collected himself to a brighter disposition. Myungsoo walked in front of him, before taking a seat beside him.
“Violin rehearsals finished early, Myung?” Sungyeol asked, his voice overflowing with fake brightness.
“They got cancelled. The School’s Council doesn’t want us to do any more rehearsals ‘til next season.” Myungsoo answered the choding’s question, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Unfortunate incident.
“Oh.” Sungyeol said, before standing up to go to his room. He faked a yawn and a stretch. He was a good actor when he wanted to be. “I’ll go to sleep now. Bye, Myung!”
But, before he could even take another step, Myungsoo already caught his arm and wouldn’t let go. “It’s only six in the evening. You? Sleep without eating dinner? Don’t mess with me, Lee Sungyeol. What’s up?” Myungsoo exclaimed, his voice overflowing with creepy seriousness.
“Nothing’s wrong, Myungsoo!” Sungyeol replied, breaking away from the grip. He had on another fake smile, but Myungsoo wasn’t buying it. He knew the boy too well.
“You never call me Myungsoo unless something’s wrong.” Myungsoo snapped, his left hand on his waist. “What is wrong?”
“Fine.” Sungyeol said, his voice fueled by defeat. “I got dumped.” He motioned for his room’s door, but Myungsoo grabbed his arm again before he could go.
“By who?”
“Park Miyoung.” Sungyeol replied, his eyes refusing to meet the other boy’s. “Happy? Now get off my back and let me drown in my agony. She likes you, not me. As with everybody.” His tone was brimming with bottled-up bitterness. Before Myungsoo could react or punch him in the face, he had already managed to enter the safe haven of his room.
I’m sorry. But sometimes, you just gotta lay-off for a while. This will pass. You’ll have your best friend back.
It’s Death Note Time for Park Miyoung.
Author: Cheeky Lollipop a.k.a. Ice Chi
Rating: PG-13. :D I still fail at ratings, k?
Pairing: Sungyeol x OC, slightly hinted Myungyeol. HAHAHA.
Starring: Lee Sungyeol, Park Miyoung (OC), Kim Myungsoo, INFINITE
Summary: Swan Lake opens a lot of doors for friendship…And perhaps love?
Genre: Drama+ Comedy+ Fluffy Romance
Status: Two-part Fic.
Chapter Nine:
The dorm was unusually quiet after Sparkling’s performance weeks, mostly because the door on one of the floors stopped its ritual banging. Lee Sungyeol got his grip back. He had stopped practicing too much, there were no Concertos in line for him ‘til next season anyway. The baby grand in his room stayed untouched and was starting to gather dust and would have been a large dust bin, if not for Myungsoo’s obsessive-compulsive cleaning sprees. Those sprees made Sungyeol lose a sock, a music book and a magazine. The stoic boy threw out everything he found irrelevant.
Like the way Miyoung threw my heart out the window. Sungyeol thought, but he caught himself just in time and refused to continue whatever walk down memory lane his reverie offered him. He should get over it already. He was slumped on the couch again, his torso pressed to his knees-a technique he learned to alleviate the heart ache he felt.
Why was he hurting so much anyway? He knew he was going to get rejected. He knew the girl he wanted longed for someone else. I’m sorry. I like someone else. You know that, right? Miyoung’s words echoed in his head like a broken mix tape. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt so much if Miyoung liked another someone else. But no, he had to lose her to his bestfriend, who in fact couldn’t care less of the girl.
Kim Myungsoo, Ice Prince.
What else could he do? Challenge Myungsoo to a sword fight for Miyoung’s honor? For all Sungyeol knew, the stoic ulzzang would just hand Miyoung over to him. But that would hurt the prima even more. It’s a lose-lose situation if that happened, nothing but a Pyrrhic victory. An empty sense of success.
So, instead of fighting back, Sungyeol chose to sulk inwardly. On campus, he was still the bright and bubbly Elementary Schooler, making it a point that everybody stayed oblivious to the pain he felt. They didn’t have to know. A pity-party would surely be thrown if the other students found out. And Miyoung’s image would be tarnished. From Prima Ballerina to Prime Heartbreaker, he could already picture the School’s Gossip Board. He would never want that to happen.
That is why he did his ritual sulking at home, in the dark recesses of his formerly bright room. He only sulked in the living room when Myungsoo wasn’t home. Fortunately, the boy never went home early, he still had some errands to attend to as the President of the Strings Ensemble. So now, Sungyeol sulked on the couch, blinking back salty tears and staring at space every five minutes.
Every five minutes. Because this was the only time interval when his mind was empty, save for a small clip that had burned itself to his brain-the messed-up confession shtick-continuously on loop, playing and playing until he himself got sick of it.
The door suddenly whooshed open, though without a bang, and Sungyeol swiftly collected himself to a brighter disposition. Myungsoo walked in front of him, before taking a seat beside him.
“Violin rehearsals finished early, Myung?” Sungyeol asked, his voice overflowing with fake brightness.
“They got cancelled. The School’s Council doesn’t want us to do any more rehearsals ‘til next season.” Myungsoo answered the choding’s question, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Unfortunate incident.
“Oh.” Sungyeol said, before standing up to go to his room. He faked a yawn and a stretch. He was a good actor when he wanted to be. “I’ll go to sleep now. Bye, Myung!”
But, before he could even take another step, Myungsoo already caught his arm and wouldn’t let go. “It’s only six in the evening. You? Sleep without eating dinner? Don’t mess with me, Lee Sungyeol. What’s up?” Myungsoo exclaimed, his voice overflowing with creepy seriousness.
“Nothing’s wrong, Myungsoo!” Sungyeol replied, breaking away from the grip. He had on another fake smile, but Myungsoo wasn’t buying it. He knew the boy too well.
“You never call me Myungsoo unless something’s wrong.” Myungsoo snapped, his left hand on his waist. “What is wrong?”
“Fine.” Sungyeol said, his voice fueled by defeat. “I got dumped.” He motioned for his room’s door, but Myungsoo grabbed his arm again before he could go.
“By who?”
“Park Miyoung.” Sungyeol replied, his eyes refusing to meet the other boy’s. “Happy? Now get off my back and let me drown in my agony. She likes you, not me. As with everybody.” His tone was brimming with bottled-up bitterness. Before Myungsoo could react or punch him in the face, he had already managed to enter the safe haven of his room.
I’m sorry. But sometimes, you just gotta lay-off for a while. This will pass. You’ll have your best friend back.
It’s Death Note Time for Park Miyoung.