"We were always made for each other, just never made to last."
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Lee Felix, former student from his dance academy down in Australia, transferred to a school down in Paris. A highly recommended school for students known worldwide and beyond an...
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(Chapter will be short, currently in the process of writing the next as we speak. will be much longer.)
The Kurosawa line was legacy stitched into fabric—one hundred years of classic precision, artistry, and ruthlessly protected exclusivity. Their work wasn't fashion; it was inheritance. A dynasty. A curated religion of taste.
You didn't buy a Kurosawa piece. You earned the right to wear one.
Runaway models, political heirs, the occasional celebrity with enough influence to not embarrass the brand—that was the entire list. The rest of the world could only admire from bleachers and livestreams, praying for a glimpse of a hem they could never touch.
People called it pretentious. But their fans called it sacred.
Felix understood why. When something is precious, you don't let just anyone near it. Not everyone deserves brilliance. Not everyone knows how to hold it. And a Kurosawa piece wasn't worn; it was honored. And carried like a near—myth.
So the idea that Tsuki—his classmate and newly friend, tsuki—belonged to that dynasty? That she was the one designing the pieces half the school worshipped?
It fried his brain, and made him quiver with chills.
Class had ended hours ago, yet his mind was still stuck on two things: One was how the hell Hyunjin found out about Sera...and the fact that Tsuki Kurosawa had been hiding something so monumental that Felix genuinely felt stupid for ever thinking she was just another prodigy with great talents at the school.
Walking back to the car as he so casually hid in the background of the figures of the all mighty prodigies who walked ahead of him. He stared blankly.
Kurosawa.
And she handed him a jacket like it was nothing. "Felix. Stop spacing out, you're going to your new home." Taemin encouraged, freeing himself from the group and facing the boy. And it was then that Felix cringed, remembering that he was going to have to live with them.
"Can I at least go back to the dorm and grab my things first?" 'And tell eunseok thank you for saving my ass' He wanted to say but couldn't.
"Ah right, let me come with" Hyunjin suddenly spoke. To their surprise, they all turned hastily, confused as to why. But many assumptions were running wild in Felix's mind as to why he would want to come with.
"I'm not letting you anywhere near my friend. And there's no need for you to come with. I'm grabbing my things, saying bye, then we're don—" "I need to thank him myself as well. Since..." He dragged along, "He is the one who told me about the situation."
Another silence—this one heavier, layered with understanding.
A long...knowing sigh came from them all. "Oh so it was him who told you," Tsuki blurted. To which Hyunjin nodded once in agreement.
