[Voice of My Heart] Chapter Twelve
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.
Warning: I made Myungsoo really really really mean here! I'm sorrrrrry! He's the Ice Prince in the Story, I just had to make him THAT mean. /myungsoo is currently apologizing to Miyoung behind the scenes. lolxD.
Chapter Twelve:
Strong and passionate violin music oozed out of one of the music rooms in Sparkling University, an unusual happening, for most music rooms are closed during the semi-season break. But Kim Myungsoo knew how to pull some strings with the hall monitors. The boy may be stoic, but he knew when to rip-off the emotionless-ness and fire up the irresistible brand of Myungsoo aegyo. Getting music rooms opened during the break was a tiresome job, what with all the permits and forms that had to be submitted, but Myungsoo would just do a cute face in front of the monitors and bam! He had a music room to himself.
He never really liked practicing at home; Sungyeol had always made it a point to annoy him out of his wits whenever he did so. The childish giant would hide his bow then his music sheets and afterwards, his violin. The day would end without a single minute of practice and his head near to explosion.
So he practiced in school. He was one of the school’s musical geniuses, alongside Sungyeol and Hoya-the school’s top pianist and saxophonist respectively. Myungsoo was the president of the Sparkling Strings Ensemble, and Sparkling’s number one violinist. Practice wasn’t really a requirement for him, he could totally play a musical piece from first glance. But, today, he felt he just had to get his violin and ravage its strings with his bow, otherwise he might go on letting out the anger he felt for a certain someone.
Park Miyoung.
No, the girl didn’t do anything to him, unless you’d call liking the Ice Prince a crime. But no. The girl didn’t have any offense against him. It was against his best friend, Lee Sungyeol.
The violin music changed its rhythm to a strong Forte.
Lee Sungyeol. The childish giant, the unmistakable choding and the self-proclaimed genius. They were complete and total opposites, Myungsoo and Sungyeol. But they have been best friends ever since second grade, when Myungsoo left his lunch at home and the only one generous enough to share half-a-cookie with him was Lee Sungyeol. And after that, poof! They were inseparable.
Sungyeol maybe the older one between the two, but Myungsoo had always made it a point that he protected the choding. Sungyeol was childish and sometimes, a tad gullible, and without Myungsoo’s brotherly advice, the choding would have been ripped off a million times. Myungsoo was also someone with a very bad temper, especially when it came to his friends, and had rightfully put his fist into a few students before. All that, just to protect Sungyeol.
This time wasn’t different. Myungsoo saw and felt what his best friend was going through. The boy was practically dead. It was too obvious. He retreated in his room every night, playing the saddest musical pieces created in the world. Fur Elise. Moonlight Sonata. Symphony no. 8. And it was already making the ulzzang hysterical.
The sadness had to stop.
Just then, after he let his bow almost slice the strings with a powerful crescendo, the two-door entrance of the hall slightly opened.
“Who’s there?” he called, darkly, he never liked it when people barged in when he was practicing.
Ebony black hair and emerald green eyes were the only answers he needed. Myungsoo controlled the urge to throw his bow at the girl’s head. How dare she? How dare she even show her face to him? And with something that looked like a love-letter, for heaven’s sake. Park Miyoung was holding a pink scented envelope in her hands, and the sweet perfume was oozing out of it, almost making Myungsoo nauseous.
“M-Myungsoo-ssi” the girl stuttered in his presence, but he doesn’t want to listen to anything the girl wanted to say. He may be a man of few words, but this time, he’s going to be the one to do all the talking.
“You dumped Sungyeol.” He started, his voice playing on the edge of creepy and dark, his onyx eyes boring through the girl’s soul. “And you have the guts to show your face and confess…To me? Are you crazy? Emotionless? Stupid? Or are you just plain cruel, Park Miyoung?”
He could see Miyoung’s shocked expression. Already, little beads of tears were forming on the girl’s emerald green eyes. Her knees were shaking. The color from her face was drained. But Myungsoo wasn’t planning to stop short.
“You have brought my best friend to utter depression.” Myungsoo spat, advancing towards Miyoung. “He’s hurt, and you’re here telling me you like me?” He grabbed the letter from the girl’s shivering hands and ripped it in half. “Think about what you’ve done first before even talking to me.” Myungsoo then made his exit, almost running into Sungyeol who was supposed to give him a ride home.
“Dude, where are you going?” the choding asked, but Myungsoo just passed by him.
Inside the music room was Miyoung, kneeling on the floor, broken, hurt, and looking like she had been hit by a thousand silver Audis.
Karma was a bitch.
And lying to my shattered heart won’t do anything good either.
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.
Warning: I made Myungsoo really really really mean here! I'm sorrrrrry! He's the Ice Prince in the Story, I just had to make him THAT mean. /myungsoo is currently apologizing to Miyoung behind the scenes. lolxD.
Chapter Twelve:
Strong and passionate violin music oozed out of one of the music rooms in Sparkling University, an unusual happening, for most music rooms are closed during the semi-season break. But Kim Myungsoo knew how to pull some strings with the hall monitors. The boy may be stoic, but he knew when to rip-off the emotionless-ness and fire up the irresistible brand of Myungsoo aegyo. Getting music rooms opened during the break was a tiresome job, what with all the permits and forms that had to be submitted, but Myungsoo would just do a cute face in front of the monitors and bam! He had a music room to himself.
He never really liked practicing at home; Sungyeol had always made it a point to annoy him out of his wits whenever he did so. The childish giant would hide his bow then his music sheets and afterwards, his violin. The day would end without a single minute of practice and his head near to explosion.
So he practiced in school. He was one of the school’s musical geniuses, alongside Sungyeol and Hoya-the school’s top pianist and saxophonist respectively. Myungsoo was the president of the Sparkling Strings Ensemble, and Sparkling’s number one violinist. Practice wasn’t really a requirement for him, he could totally play a musical piece from first glance. But, today, he felt he just had to get his violin and ravage its strings with his bow, otherwise he might go on letting out the anger he felt for a certain someone.
Park Miyoung.
No, the girl didn’t do anything to him, unless you’d call liking the Ice Prince a crime. But no. The girl didn’t have any offense against him. It was against his best friend, Lee Sungyeol.
The violin music changed its rhythm to a strong Forte.
Lee Sungyeol. The childish giant, the unmistakable choding and the self-proclaimed genius. They were complete and total opposites, Myungsoo and Sungyeol. But they have been best friends ever since second grade, when Myungsoo left his lunch at home and the only one generous enough to share half-a-cookie with him was Lee Sungyeol. And after that, poof! They were inseparable.
Sungyeol maybe the older one between the two, but Myungsoo had always made it a point that he protected the choding. Sungyeol was childish and sometimes, a tad gullible, and without Myungsoo’s brotherly advice, the choding would have been ripped off a million times. Myungsoo was also someone with a very bad temper, especially when it came to his friends, and had rightfully put his fist into a few students before. All that, just to protect Sungyeol.
This time wasn’t different. Myungsoo saw and felt what his best friend was going through. The boy was practically dead. It was too obvious. He retreated in his room every night, playing the saddest musical pieces created in the world. Fur Elise. Moonlight Sonata. Symphony no. 8. And it was already making the ulzzang hysterical.
The sadness had to stop.
Just then, after he let his bow almost slice the strings with a powerful crescendo, the two-door entrance of the hall slightly opened.
“Who’s there?” he called, darkly, he never liked it when people barged in when he was practicing.
Ebony black hair and emerald green eyes were the only answers he needed. Myungsoo controlled the urge to throw his bow at the girl’s head. How dare she? How dare she even show her face to him? And with something that looked like a love-letter, for heaven’s sake. Park Miyoung was holding a pink scented envelope in her hands, and the sweet perfume was oozing out of it, almost making Myungsoo nauseous.
“M-Myungsoo-ssi” the girl stuttered in his presence, but he doesn’t want to listen to anything the girl wanted to say. He may be a man of few words, but this time, he’s going to be the one to do all the talking.
“You dumped Sungyeol.” He started, his voice playing on the edge of creepy and dark, his onyx eyes boring through the girl’s soul. “And you have the guts to show your face and confess…To me? Are you crazy? Emotionless? Stupid? Or are you just plain cruel, Park Miyoung?”
He could see Miyoung’s shocked expression. Already, little beads of tears were forming on the girl’s emerald green eyes. Her knees were shaking. The color from her face was drained. But Myungsoo wasn’t planning to stop short.
“You have brought my best friend to utter depression.” Myungsoo spat, advancing towards Miyoung. “He’s hurt, and you’re here telling me you like me?” He grabbed the letter from the girl’s shivering hands and ripped it in half. “Think about what you’ve done first before even talking to me.” Myungsoo then made his exit, almost running into Sungyeol who was supposed to give him a ride home.
“Dude, where are you going?” the choding asked, but Myungsoo just passed by him.
Inside the music room was Miyoung, kneeling on the floor, broken, hurt, and looking like she had been hit by a thousand silver Audis.
Karma was a bitch.
And lying to my shattered heart won’t do anything good either.