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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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, the soundproofed walls and thick glass window made it feel like a confinement room instead of the hotel café's private room.
" I apologies for being late, I was held back in another meeting. " She said to the figure seated on the couch, Logan Lee sat with his legs crossed on one of the two grey couches. Taking a sip out of his tea he finally looked up and made eye contact with her.
He wasn't going to admit it but when he saw her, the man was stunned. Sure he had heard rumors and had seen pictures of her but if anything, those pictures he saw did her dirty. Nakamura Hitomi looked like a life-size doll, prim and proper like you'd imagine her to be, yet at the same time giving off a fresh and clean aura.
" You're a hard woman to reach Ms. Hitomi, " the man spoke in English as she took a seat on the other side of the table.
She set her purse beside her before crossing her legs and picking up the cup of tea in front of her, it had already grown cold by the time she reached but nonetheless still enjoyed the beverage.
" Even for the famous Logan Lee? I'm honored, " replying in the same dialect knowing the rest of their conversation was going to remain in the same language until he decides to reveal his secret of being able to talk in Korean. " Earl grey? "
" Irish breakfast actually, " he watched as she took a whiff out of the drink before nodding in satisfaction. He raised a hand towards his secretary signaling him to leave them alone, the man nodded before making his way out of the room. Hitomi's manager glanced towards her as she too gave a signal for him to leave.
The silence after that was almost suffocating, none of them spoke a word as they continued sipping the drink in hand.
" What's the reason you actually called me here, I don't suppose we're just having tea for the fun of it. " Hitomi questioned breaking the thick silence, Logan set down his cup on the table before linking both his hands together.
" Anna Lee. " He answered, Hitomi froze mid-way. She looked up at him, shock plastered on her face before it quickly went back to her normal stoic expression. " I'm sure you can grasp the reason I've invited you here. "
" So you're the step-brother, who would've though the famous Logan Lee and Anna's Logan Lee was the same person. " The younger girl had told her all about him, keyword : told. She had never shown her a picture of him so Hitomi never knew but it seems that all the pieces were finally matching up.
" This is going to be a long talk, " the girl mumbled.
𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐀, the ballerina was looking for new music for her 'les yeux du déni' tour and found her occupying one of the rooms at the recording studio. It was a win-win situation, Anna needed the money and Hitomi needed her muse.
The two were attached to the hip, they were each other's bestfriend, in Hitomi's logic a younger sister she never had. Hitomi took Anna to places the younger girl thought she'd never be able to set foot in after getting kicked out of her household.
And she regretted letting her move to Korea every second she walked the earth.
" à mon frère, " she finally spoke up. " I'm sure you've heard of it, it's one of my most successful recitals. " Logan nodded his head attentively making sure not to miss a word she uttered. " It means 'to my brother' in French, " Hitomi stated causing him to freeze.
" Does that mean Anna sang── "
" ──yes. The song was written and sang by your little sister, " Logan sighed in disbelief before slumping back onto the couch as his hand messaged his head. There was a pregnant pause as Hitomi held onto the next words she was going to say, she could practically feel herself biting back her own words.
" But there was a sequel to the song no one knew about, " Hitomi's words were loud in the midst of the thick silence. The other person in the room whipped his head up towards her accidentally making eye contact with the ballerina causing him to look away as a soft flush crept onto his cheeks. " Je suis désolé, " she spoke fluently in French as the word rolled off her tongue.
" What does that mean? " He inquired, there was another break yet again as the anticipation grew.
" 'I'm sorry,' it means I'm sorry. "
à mon frère, je suis désolé.
To my brother, I'm sorry.
Logan was trying to process everything that she said, if he was overwhelmed before, he would be on a verge of a mental breakdown now. Hitomi watched him before chuckling, it wasn't one filled with happiness and laughter but one filled with sadness and despair. She reached into the hem of her shirt pulling out the metal chain revealing the apple green pendant, the boy eyed it carefully.
" You know what's funny, " the ballerina started. " Even at her dying breath, she's only ever thought of you. This necklace means everything to me but to her, it's just a prop she needed to complete her act. She was my inspiration, my muse, and most of all, my friend. But to her, I was nothing more then someone who was paying her, yet here I am, treasuring the moments we had together and blaming myself for allowing her to move back here. "
Hitomi tucked the necklace back into her shirt and slung the purse over her shoulders before standing up, " thank you for the tea Mr. Lee but I'm afraid our time must end here. " The ballerina spoke whilst looking down at him, who was still slumped on the couch.
" It's a shame, I preferred earl grey anyways. Goodbye Logan, " the girl said in Korean from the door before leaving him in the silence of the room. Her tea now completely cold.
# 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ! ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ
the most anticipated chapter but it's so crappy and short. i apologies T-T but anyways pls vote !
