𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗦𝗘 ━━━ ❝ our love blossomed in gold and glam. ❞
when a world-renowned ballerina and
a ceo find 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 amidst the chaos of
olympus and help each other learn the
art of let...
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𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐘, gifted in the dance that spoke the language of the soul, she practically defined gravity itself. She was elegant, she was graceful, she was poised, that was all you'd ever hear about the ballerina.
She was perfect, from her twirls to her leaps and even down to her arabesque's, they were flawless. She could make you clench your fists in anger, cry sad tears, giddy with joy and even on edge from her majestic performances, the emotions she portrayed radiated through the concert hall.
Her name spread far and wide throughout the globe as her recitals sold out all across all 7 continents within seconds, Nakamura Hitomi, the greatest ballerina of the 21st century. It was a shame her parents were never there to see it happen.
The young girl was an orphan and frankly she never knew why, up until this very day, the mystery still remained unsolved. With the little information she had, her parents had apparently personally dropped her off at the orphanage, they sat down, went through the legal documents, signed and left.
She lived her life in the orphanage quietly, never a follower nor a leader, she never joined the crowd and always kept her head down. Anyone could tell in an instant that she was introverted and had a shy persona.
But if there was one thing they knew about the secretive girl was that if she went missing, the ballet studio was always the answer.
It was right across the street, pristine and well managed it heavily contrasted the shabby and old orphanage. Hitomi, or Hye-Young as she was previously called before she was adopted had accidentally stumbled upon it when she picked up the classical music softly trickling into her shared rooms' window.
The girl fell in love, her eyes twinkled in awe as she watched from the outside. Girls from all ages were dresses in black leotards and tight buns as they danced following the rhythm, 5 year old Hye-Yeong was enchanted.
She too wanted to wear those beautiful bejeweled leotards and those silk ribbon pointe shoes, she wanted to feel the stage below her feet and the spotlight above her. She wanted to perform in front of hundreds─no thousands of people, Hitomi wanted to dance.
But instead of blinding leotards she wore second hand rags for clothes and worn out sandals instead of the dainty pastel ones those behind the glass wore, but it never stopped her from keep trying.
Hitomi would follow along the lesson from the outside of the studio, she didn't care about the stares she got, she didn't care if it was in the middle of the burning hot summer or during the beginning of winter.
In fact, she wasn't just good, she was exceptional.
Hye-Young was on cloud nine and by the age of 7, Hye-Young had officially become Hitomi. She was adopted by an old Japanese couple that flew all the way from Japan to find someone to take home with them, and she was their pick.
Nakamura Hitomi left Korea and began her new life in Fukuoka Japan.
From that point on, her life quickly went in an upward trajectory. Learning ballet was finally within her reach and she damn well wasn't going to miss the chance.
Everything seemed to happen so fast, one moment she was attending her first class and the next she was preparing to leave to tour the world. Hitomi's gift was recognized and in a blink of an eye she rose to fame and fortune.
Only to return 2 decades later.
Hitomi clenched the velvet binder in hand as she stood outside the majestic building, the sun had slightly peeked above the horizon as the saturated gradient painted the morning sky. The cooling breeze kissed her skin as she groggily observed her new home.
" Hera Palace, " the girl mumbled. Korea's most prestigious apartment, it was hard to get in and almost impossible to live here. It was basically a golden ticket to high society, even if you occupied the lowest floor you were already considered above everyone else.
To live in Hera Palace was equivalent to being on top of the food chain, paradise on earth.
" Miss Hitomi, are you ready to head in? " Her manager, Colin asked as he tugged one of her many luggages as the rest was in the midst of being transported to the condo.
" Don't tell me we're living up there Colin, " the girl exclaimed to the man beside him.
" Well Miss, I think it clearly states on the invitation that your humble abode is located on the 87th floor. " He answered formally.
Hitomi sighed, she had received the invitation almost a year ago when she was on tour from the owner of Hera Palace himself, Joo Dan-Tae, inviting her to live in his building once she returned to Korea. The girl had honestly never thought she would accept it considering the fact that she was constantly travelling and would never settle in a country for longer than a month but to her dismay, Hitomi had injured herself from overworking which resulted in her needing to take a mandatory hiatus from performing and ballet entirely in order to achieve a speedy recovery.
So here she was, the world's best ballerina residing in Hera Palace for the span of her 'vacation', it only seemed fitting.
" Well then, let's not waste anymore time and get right into it. My feet are already killing me," Hitomi expressed. " I heard that the sculpture was the main attraction of the lobby so I want to check it out, " she told him matter-of-factly.
The lobby was silent and dark, there were no receptionists at the counter nor were there any other residences in sight. Only the sound of water rushing, it was hot and stuffy seeing as the air conditioning wasn't turned on yet.
She walked inner and inner into the lobby, her heels clicking against the marble flooring. It continued until it stopped in front of the fountain, her expression morphed into one filled with horror as her hand travelled towards her mouth covering it fully. Stumbling back she kept her eyes trained on those 16 words written in red.
' Min Seol-A was murdered in Hera Palace'
And Hitomi screamed, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
# 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ! ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ
lmao first chapter and i apologies that it's this bad, i needed to explain why her name is Japanese and her background cuz i know y'all would come for me since she's Korean and has a Japanese name >:( vote !
