Please Smile (EXO Fan Fiction)

Please Smile

It’s only been a couple of weeks since we started living together, and we only ever manage to say two words to each other.  Not that it matters—I could really care less.

                We go to the same school, have the same class, wear the same uniform, but there’s a fine line between us—he’s popular, I’m not.  I’m the silent one in the back, always getting straight A’s, watching birds fly in a triangle towards their destinations while he’s in the front earning all the attention from both boys and girls.  I honestly would try to be more like him—outgoing and such—but my mind and body scream for me not to.  Then again, I trust my own conscious than my desire to be like someone else.

                However, one of his friends always comes and talks to me, but even I barely talk to him, but I appreciate him gaining the nerve to even talk to me.  I would occasionally hold a conversation with his friend, well, my friend too I suppose, but it'll usually stop abruptly.  It's quite surprising that he would talk to the person in the back who doesn’t talk, doesn’t laugh, doesn’t smile.  My sense of humor has completely faded and the only expression laid upon my pale face is nothing; nothing at all.

                Although, there’s one thing he doesn’t know about me; even though I’m quiet, conservative, and humorless, I’m a trainee in one of the world’s biggest music industries.  I’ll be debuting in two weeks with my other two friends and hopefully we’ll become one of the biggest girl groups out there.  They nicknamed me the Ice Queen because of my nonexistent emotions and expressions, but they say it’s a cute factor about me, because every girl group out there is cheerful and bubbly.  Even the trainers and managers like my coldness—it makes no sense.

                Exhaustion seeped out of my pores but I fought the urge to stay awake and pay attention to the teacher’s lectures.  My eyes were drooping from last night’s exhausting work outs and practicing, and I had to arrive home at almost eleven thirty plus adding the fact I had to finish homework.

                Four hours of sleep isn’t going so well with me.

                My heart began to pace as I heard the last bell go off and I slowly stood up from my chair, gathering my things.  It felt like my limbs were about to fall out of their sockets, but I have to get myself together for the practice right after this.  Dance and vocal practices take so long, my throat becomes parched and my body will become already more sore and exhausted. 

                This is the life I decided to choose though.  I won’t regret leaving my torturous family ever for this opportunity, and I remember that day a staff member came up to me personally if I wanted to become an idol.  Not even a split second later, I agreed and did all the paperwork myself with the parents’ consent.  I don’t regret this life though, but there are times I absolutely hate it.

                I’m sure it’ll be worth it in the end however.

                “Hey, Hyori.  Are you okay?”

                I glanced up from putting away my pencils into my bag and my eyes casted on the familiar handsome face that always comes up to talk to me whenever we have free time.  He had cute dimples and brown hair that had a cute fringe which he pulled off very well.  His eyes were narrowed with worry, so it’s obvious that I’m very tired.