[Voice of My Heart] Chapter Ten
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 Ten:
The sun was hiding in the clouds, a peculiar sight, for it was the height of spring. The sun should be shining brightly by now, letting its rays brighten the day’s atmosphere, instead of lending a hand to depressing grey clouds. But, even if the sun was on its noontime peak, nothing would brighten Park Miyoung’s mood.
Spring was her favorite season from the four because for her, it was just the right mix of temperatures and moods. It was not scalding hot like the summer, and she never liked the superbly happy atmosphere it offered to the world. Fall depicted falling leaves, and she hated seeing the greenery turn into a Halloween-ish shade of orange. She hated winter the most, for it was the time where she shivered in the cold and when everything was a dreary white or silver.
Especially now that silver just reminds her of that childish ballet pianist.
Oh snap, she thought, hitting herself on the head. She was doing it again! When will she ever get over the boy? Worse, she wasn’t even the one who got dumped! She shouldn’t be acting all sulky and sad like this. She should be sprucing up and rehearsing, and maybe even trying her best to be friends with a certain emotionless ulzzang.
But no. Each day was a dreary shade of grey, no matter how bright the sun shone over her head. The incident still rewound and replayed in her head every five minutes or so, sending her staring into the baby blue ceiling of her room.
Baby blue? Wasn’t that the same shade of the bike they rode on the park together? The time when he used his body to shield me from the impact of the fall. She thought. But Miyoung decided to stop the mindless reverie. She won’t go anywhere with it. And her feet was starting to hurt from the walk-stop-walk-stop routine that she was doing. Thinking made her stop in her tracks.
If only Sungyeol was here to drive her to school. GAH! She scolded herself. She should really quit it with the walk down depressing lane.
A car’s engine then roared behind her. It was a familiar sound, something she used to hear everyday as she went out of her dorm. Something so sleek and smooth, something that triggered sweet memories in her head-memories that she was now trying to repress. She knew the car that owned that engine sound. She had ridden that Sleek Audi an awful lot of times, even for one straight week, when the car’s owner traded the free hitch to lunch. But that car, and of course its driver, was the last thing Miyoung wanted to see this morning.
So she walked faster. Her legs were moving so fast on the cemented pavement, one would think she was getting stalked or something. Apparently, the Audi Owner noticed this and drove faster. Damn it! Was the childish pianist pushing her to run? Oh, she would run if she had to. Problem is, her weakest point was running. Her legs were made to pirouette and jeté, not to run and skip! But she could hear the car getting closer. She readied her legs and braced herself for utter humiliation. Then she ran. As fast as her ballerina legs can carry hear.
Except, before she could even reach three blocks, the car had already caught up with her, its driver side window rolled down and from that window a hand to get hold of her arm.
“Yah, Miyoung-ah!” the voice that she dreaded to hear for the past few days, , Lee Sungyeol’s deep and playful baritone, called. “Are you avoiding me?” His grip wasn’t too tight, and Miyoung knew she could easily tear away from it. But she didn’t. She wanted to talk to the boy, to regain the friendship they had before , and stow whatever happened that fateful day to their brain’s recycle bin.
But, instead of talking, she just stared at the boy. She wanted to say Yes. Yes I am. Because I can’t bear to see you anymore, you know? It’s hard! But her brain was processing something like, No! I’m not avoiding you, Sungyeol-ssi. Can you please let me go? I’m running late for my first class. Kthxbye!
She said neither. It was like her throat had constricted and was blocking out every syllable she wanted to throw at the boy. So, instead of talking, she just nodded at the boy. And then she sped off. Luckily, Sungyeol was too dumbstruck at the nonchalant reply to even restart his engine. At least something was going her way today.
But, why oh why am I even wishing that he did follow me?
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 Ten:
The sun was hiding in the clouds, a peculiar sight, for it was the height of spring. The sun should be shining brightly by now, letting its rays brighten the day’s atmosphere, instead of lending a hand to depressing grey clouds. But, even if the sun was on its noontime peak, nothing would brighten Park Miyoung’s mood.
Spring was her favorite season from the four because for her, it was just the right mix of temperatures and moods. It was not scalding hot like the summer, and she never liked the superbly happy atmosphere it offered to the world. Fall depicted falling leaves, and she hated seeing the greenery turn into a Halloween-ish shade of orange. She hated winter the most, for it was the time where she shivered in the cold and when everything was a dreary white or silver.
Especially now that silver just reminds her of that childish ballet pianist.
Oh snap, she thought, hitting herself on the head. She was doing it again! When will she ever get over the boy? Worse, she wasn’t even the one who got dumped! She shouldn’t be acting all sulky and sad like this. She should be sprucing up and rehearsing, and maybe even trying her best to be friends with a certain emotionless ulzzang.
But no. Each day was a dreary shade of grey, no matter how bright the sun shone over her head. The incident still rewound and replayed in her head every five minutes or so, sending her staring into the baby blue ceiling of her room.
Baby blue? Wasn’t that the same shade of the bike they rode on the park together? The time when he used his body to shield me from the impact of the fall. She thought. But Miyoung decided to stop the mindless reverie. She won’t go anywhere with it. And her feet was starting to hurt from the walk-stop-walk-stop routine that she was doing. Thinking made her stop in her tracks.
If only Sungyeol was here to drive her to school. GAH! She scolded herself. She should really quit it with the walk down depressing lane.
A car’s engine then roared behind her. It was a familiar sound, something she used to hear everyday as she went out of her dorm. Something so sleek and smooth, something that triggered sweet memories in her head-memories that she was now trying to repress. She knew the car that owned that engine sound. She had ridden that Sleek Audi an awful lot of times, even for one straight week, when the car’s owner traded the free hitch to lunch. But that car, and of course its driver, was the last thing Miyoung wanted to see this morning.
So she walked faster. Her legs were moving so fast on the cemented pavement, one would think she was getting stalked or something. Apparently, the Audi Owner noticed this and drove faster. Damn it! Was the childish pianist pushing her to run? Oh, she would run if she had to. Problem is, her weakest point was running. Her legs were made to pirouette and jeté, not to run and skip! But she could hear the car getting closer. She readied her legs and braced herself for utter humiliation. Then she ran. As fast as her ballerina legs can carry hear.
Except, before she could even reach three blocks, the car had already caught up with her, its driver side window rolled down and from that window a hand to get hold of her arm.
“Yah, Miyoung-ah!” the voice that she dreaded to hear for the past few days, , Lee Sungyeol’s deep and playful baritone, called. “Are you avoiding me?” His grip wasn’t too tight, and Miyoung knew she could easily tear away from it. But she didn’t. She wanted to talk to the boy, to regain the friendship they had before , and stow whatever happened that fateful day to their brain’s recycle bin.
But, instead of talking, she just stared at the boy. She wanted to say Yes. Yes I am. Because I can’t bear to see you anymore, you know? It’s hard! But her brain was processing something like, No! I’m not avoiding you, Sungyeol-ssi. Can you please let me go? I’m running late for my first class. Kthxbye!
She said neither. It was like her throat had constricted and was blocking out every syllable she wanted to throw at the boy. So, instead of talking, she just nodded at the boy. And then she sped off. Luckily, Sungyeol was too dumbstruck at the nonchalant reply to even restart his engine. At least something was going her way today.
But, why oh why am I even wishing that he did follow me?