[Can You Smile?] Chapter One
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.
PART ONE: CAN YOU SMILE?
Chapter One:
The room was simple, a box at the least, adorned only with gleaming bamboo floorboards and life-size mirrors as walls. After all, this was only one of the hundreds of private dance halls scattered around Sparkling Art School. And there, merely a sky blue blur in the middle of the room, stood Park Miyoung, pirouetting to the cassette rendition of Swan Lake’s Allegro Moderato. Miyoung, or Mimi to her few close friends, is the school’s top Prima Ballerina, and was now vying for Swan Queen in the School’s adaptation of Swan Lake.
Another pirouette followed by an en pointe and ended with a pas de deux. Her milky white skin radiated as she executed the routine gracefully and without flaw, despite the horrible rendition of the piece she was dancing to. Her long, ebony black hair was tied up in a clean bun and her cheeks blushed a rosy pink due to the long lengths of repetitive practice.
Miyoung was never easily pleased. And whatever emotion her emerald eyes and ruby lips portrayed, an observer would say that it was nothing but annoyance.
For her, the execution was far from perfection.
“Gah!” she screamed, letting out as much of the frustration she felt. Adding to her annoyance that her routine was “far from perfect” (for her standards at least), her appointed ballet pianist was running late. Her usual apparently broke her wrist from Judo and was unable to play anything without screaming her guts out. To amend this, Miss Mimi’s dance coach immediately reappointed another pianist from her batch to be her ballet musician. Except, whoever that ballet pianist was, probably would quit because of the fit of rage the prima would throw at the poor guy.
“Where is that ballet pianist coach called?” she whined, annoyed, her fists forming little balls by her stockinged thighs. “That person is totally running late. And this cassette version is killing me!” She walked to the boombox placed on top of the piano and angrily smashed the stop button. For a usually graceful agent of the arts, that was completely out of character.
Two sudden knocks interrupted Miyoung’s litany of whines. She instantly turned her glance to the door and from there, she saw a boy-about her age-peering through. The boy had cutely messed up hair, chocolate brown eyes in the shape of almonds, chubby cheeks and an incredibly tall build. He had a smile painted on his face, one that was more mocking than apologetic.
“Yah, who on earth are you?” Miyoung called out, annoyed at the sudden intrusion.
The boy stepped inside the room, thoroughly revealing his incredible height. He towered over Miyoung by a lot of inches. The boy cleared his throat before opening his mouth to answer the ballerina’s question. “I’m Lee Sungyeol. Your ballet pianist.” He answered. “You must be Park Miyoung. I’ve heard you we’re going to audition for Swan Queen, or as I’ve been told by your coach.”
“Uh-huh” Miyoung answered, bored, her hands on her twenty-two inch waist. “And I would have been practicing more and nailing my routine if it wasn’t for your lateness! What took you so long, anyway?”
“Feisty.” Sungyeol muttered under his breath. “Sorry, I got stuck in really heavy traffic” He emphasized the “really” part, while his hands rubbed against each other in a supposedly cute apologetic gesture. “And, Miss Tutu, instead of chastising me here for an incident I don’t have any control over, why don’t you just go over your routine again, which, as I can see, is far from perfect?” He ended his statement with a smirk, further infuriating an already fuming Miyoung.
“Whatever, you flathead freak!” Miyoung snapped before repositioning herself in the middle of the room. “Now, start playing so I can practice! And don’t ever call me Miss Tutu again, unless you have an early deathwish”
“Aye, aye Tutu” Sungyeol replied, ignoring the warning. Before Miyoung could throw the boombox at the boy, he started keying in the starting notes of the piece, and Miyoung was forced to start her routine.
One, two, lift! En pointe, pirouette, lift! Jete, extend, pirouette! Everything was going on smoothly until someone entered the door that made Sungyeol stop playing and with this, Miyoung lost her balance and fell.
“Yah!” Miyoung shrieked “Why the heck did you st-“
“Myungsoo-ah!” exclaimed Sungyeol, cutting off Miyoung’s shout. But, it was actually the person at the door who made the usually chattery prima shut up.
The intruder, Kim Myungsoo, casually entered the door and nodded at the other boy. He had a stoic expression streaked on his handsome face, black hair that hung over one of his onyx eyes, and a height that was a little shorter than Sungyeol’s. Myungsoo then handed a small black gadget to Sungyeol, the latter’s cellphone.
“Omona” Sungyeol exclaimed after receiving his sleek iPhone. “I never knew I left this. Wah, thanks Myungsoo-ah!” He punctuated his thanks with a smile that spelled nothing but mischief.
“Scatterbrain” Myungsoo muttered darkly. “You left it on the coffee table while running out of the dorm screaming ‘I’m late!’ like a headless chicken.”
Sungyeol pouted at the boy. “Yah, yah. That’s mean, Myungmyung. Anyway, this is Miyoung.” He then looked towards the ballerina’s direction and saw the shocked expression on the girl’s face matched with a mouth gaping at Myungsoo. “Yah, Tutu, why does your face look like that?”
“M-Mwo?” Miyoung stuttered. “Look like what?” She then stood up gracefully and faced Myungsoo, her face obviously turning a pale pink. And this time, it’s not just because of the routine.
“Myungsoo-ssi…” she said softly, her jades evading Myungsoo’s onyxes. “I never thought you’d drop by here…”
“I never would have.” Myungsoo replied bluntly. “If it weren’t for this scatterbrained kid. Yah, Sungyeol-ah, stop leaving your stuff in the dorm! It’s hard to run after you every single time! I still have violin practice!”
“Omo, you ran after me Myungmyung?” Sungyeol teased, making the other boy’s ears red with rage “That’s so sweet of you! Saranghae!” he exclaimed, making a heart sign with his arms before Myungsoo left the hall.
“Shut up! Or I’ll seriously write you in my deathnote!” the boy shouted, before leaving completely.
“Ahhh~” Sungyeol sighed, before repositioning himself behind the piano. “It’s just so fun to tease the hell out of that kid. Yah, Tutu, close your mouth and get back to your routine.”
“M-Mwo?” Miyoung stuttered yet again, regaining her composure. “My mouth was not open, flathead!”
“Really, now?” Sungyeol pressed, now looking at the girl intently “Is that a blush I see on those cheeks?”
“What?” Miyoung was now bright red with a mixture of rage and embarrassment. She cupped her cheeks, intent on hiding whatever shade of pink was emanating from them. “I was NOT blushing, freak.”
“Wait…” Sungyeol teased even more “Do you like Myungmyung?” He asked in his most casual tone, but a smirk was obvious on his elfin face.
“W-Wha?” Miyoung was now redder than ever. She turned her back to Sungyeol, to hide her deep red blush. “Shut up! Stop talking nonsense! Let’s get to practice already, freak!”
“Whatever you say~” Sungyeol replied in a sing-song manner, before playing the piece again. But, he noticed, the coordination he saw from Miyoung before was off. Something-or someone-obviously ticked off that coordination. With this, he laughed to himself. He knew who that someone was. His best friend.
Kim Myungsoo.
Everybody just falls for the guy, don’t they?
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.
PART ONE: CAN YOU SMILE?
Chapter One:
The room was simple, a box at the least, adorned only with gleaming bamboo floorboards and life-size mirrors as walls. After all, this was only one of the hundreds of private dance halls scattered around Sparkling Art School. And there, merely a sky blue blur in the middle of the room, stood Park Miyoung, pirouetting to the cassette rendition of Swan Lake’s Allegro Moderato. Miyoung, or Mimi to her few close friends, is the school’s top Prima Ballerina, and was now vying for Swan Queen in the School’s adaptation of Swan Lake.
Another pirouette followed by an en pointe and ended with a pas de deux. Her milky white skin radiated as she executed the routine gracefully and without flaw, despite the horrible rendition of the piece she was dancing to. Her long, ebony black hair was tied up in a clean bun and her cheeks blushed a rosy pink due to the long lengths of repetitive practice.
Miyoung was never easily pleased. And whatever emotion her emerald eyes and ruby lips portrayed, an observer would say that it was nothing but annoyance.
For her, the execution was far from perfection.
“Gah!” she screamed, letting out as much of the frustration she felt. Adding to her annoyance that her routine was “far from perfect” (for her standards at least), her appointed ballet pianist was running late. Her usual apparently broke her wrist from Judo and was unable to play anything without screaming her guts out. To amend this, Miss Mimi’s dance coach immediately reappointed another pianist from her batch to be her ballet musician. Except, whoever that ballet pianist was, probably would quit because of the fit of rage the prima would throw at the poor guy.
“Where is that ballet pianist coach called?” she whined, annoyed, her fists forming little balls by her stockinged thighs. “That person is totally running late. And this cassette version is killing me!” She walked to the boombox placed on top of the piano and angrily smashed the stop button. For a usually graceful agent of the arts, that was completely out of character.
Two sudden knocks interrupted Miyoung’s litany of whines. She instantly turned her glance to the door and from there, she saw a boy-about her age-peering through. The boy had cutely messed up hair, chocolate brown eyes in the shape of almonds, chubby cheeks and an incredibly tall build. He had a smile painted on his face, one that was more mocking than apologetic.
“Yah, who on earth are you?” Miyoung called out, annoyed at the sudden intrusion.
The boy stepped inside the room, thoroughly revealing his incredible height. He towered over Miyoung by a lot of inches. The boy cleared his throat before opening his mouth to answer the ballerina’s question. “I’m Lee Sungyeol. Your ballet pianist.” He answered. “You must be Park Miyoung. I’ve heard you we’re going to audition for Swan Queen, or as I’ve been told by your coach.”
“Uh-huh” Miyoung answered, bored, her hands on her twenty-two inch waist. “And I would have been practicing more and nailing my routine if it wasn’t for your lateness! What took you so long, anyway?”
“Feisty.” Sungyeol muttered under his breath. “Sorry, I got stuck in really heavy traffic” He emphasized the “really” part, while his hands rubbed against each other in a supposedly cute apologetic gesture. “And, Miss Tutu, instead of chastising me here for an incident I don’t have any control over, why don’t you just go over your routine again, which, as I can see, is far from perfect?” He ended his statement with a smirk, further infuriating an already fuming Miyoung.
“Whatever, you flathead freak!” Miyoung snapped before repositioning herself in the middle of the room. “Now, start playing so I can practice! And don’t ever call me Miss Tutu again, unless you have an early deathwish”
“Aye, aye Tutu” Sungyeol replied, ignoring the warning. Before Miyoung could throw the boombox at the boy, he started keying in the starting notes of the piece, and Miyoung was forced to start her routine.
One, two, lift! En pointe, pirouette, lift! Jete, extend, pirouette! Everything was going on smoothly until someone entered the door that made Sungyeol stop playing and with this, Miyoung lost her balance and fell.
“Yah!” Miyoung shrieked “Why the heck did you st-“
“Myungsoo-ah!” exclaimed Sungyeol, cutting off Miyoung’s shout. But, it was actually the person at the door who made the usually chattery prima shut up.
The intruder, Kim Myungsoo, casually entered the door and nodded at the other boy. He had a stoic expression streaked on his handsome face, black hair that hung over one of his onyx eyes, and a height that was a little shorter than Sungyeol’s. Myungsoo then handed a small black gadget to Sungyeol, the latter’s cellphone.
“Omona” Sungyeol exclaimed after receiving his sleek iPhone. “I never knew I left this. Wah, thanks Myungsoo-ah!” He punctuated his thanks with a smile that spelled nothing but mischief.
“Scatterbrain” Myungsoo muttered darkly. “You left it on the coffee table while running out of the dorm screaming ‘I’m late!’ like a headless chicken.”
Sungyeol pouted at the boy. “Yah, yah. That’s mean, Myungmyung. Anyway, this is Miyoung.” He then looked towards the ballerina’s direction and saw the shocked expression on the girl’s face matched with a mouth gaping at Myungsoo. “Yah, Tutu, why does your face look like that?”
“M-Mwo?” Miyoung stuttered. “Look like what?” She then stood up gracefully and faced Myungsoo, her face obviously turning a pale pink. And this time, it’s not just because of the routine.
“Myungsoo-ssi…” she said softly, her jades evading Myungsoo’s onyxes. “I never thought you’d drop by here…”
“I never would have.” Myungsoo replied bluntly. “If it weren’t for this scatterbrained kid. Yah, Sungyeol-ah, stop leaving your stuff in the dorm! It’s hard to run after you every single time! I still have violin practice!”
“Omo, you ran after me Myungmyung?” Sungyeol teased, making the other boy’s ears red with rage “That’s so sweet of you! Saranghae!” he exclaimed, making a heart sign with his arms before Myungsoo left the hall.
“Shut up! Or I’ll seriously write you in my deathnote!” the boy shouted, before leaving completely.
“Ahhh~” Sungyeol sighed, before repositioning himself behind the piano. “It’s just so fun to tease the hell out of that kid. Yah, Tutu, close your mouth and get back to your routine.”
“M-Mwo?” Miyoung stuttered yet again, regaining her composure. “My mouth was not open, flathead!”
“Really, now?” Sungyeol pressed, now looking at the girl intently “Is that a blush I see on those cheeks?”
“What?” Miyoung was now bright red with a mixture of rage and embarrassment. She cupped her cheeks, intent on hiding whatever shade of pink was emanating from them. “I was NOT blushing, freak.”
“Wait…” Sungyeol teased even more “Do you like Myungmyung?” He asked in his most casual tone, but a smirk was obvious on his elfin face.
“W-Wha?” Miyoung was now redder than ever. She turned her back to Sungyeol, to hide her deep red blush. “Shut up! Stop talking nonsense! Let’s get to practice already, freak!”
“Whatever you say~” Sungyeol replied in a sing-song manner, before playing the piece again. But, he noticed, the coordination he saw from Miyoung before was off. Something-or someone-obviously ticked off that coordination. With this, he laughed to himself. He knew who that someone was. His best friend.
Kim Myungsoo.
Everybody just falls for the guy, don’t they?