ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ ❥ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ

Chapter 1

The classroom beamed in the golden rays of sunshine sneaking in through the massive windows. They reflected off of the mirrored walls, illuminating the several figures inside. They bent themselves beautifully, gracefully, on the several railings positioned horizontally in rows. Soft and melodic piano music filled the silence, each note perfectly working with the rest to create magical harmonies.

It was a moment of bliss like no other, an endless fairytale in a limited world. Like a pot of freshly bought honey, melting on a spotless silver spoon. A feeling like no other.

When suddenly, the floor and walls started pounding, the small flower pot on top of the piano vibrating in response. The precious, stunning moment was broken by the sound of muted but still very hearable upbeat music.

A simultaneous groan was heard from everyone in the room, as they retracted their feet to the floor, some stomping slightly in annoyance. And none other war more upset than the figure in the corner of the room, who closed her eyes and took a deep breath, almost as if preventing a bomb from going off within her.

"I swear to god- every time." The person next to her exclaimed begrudgingly, looking off towards the closed door, watching it shake slightly in beat with the music.

Quiet talking erupted in the room, several of the people within it shaking their heads and rolling their eyes at each other.

"No one said you guys could stop. Keep stretching." The girl from the corner demanded whilst she herself began walking towards the door. "I'll take care of it."

Han Yunji- head ballerina of Seung Arts High School. She was a talent like no other, always making mouths drop and gasp whenever she appeared on stage. She was the school's pride and joy, having won almost every competition she'd ever entered. When she entered her 3rd and last year in the school, of course, she'd been crowned as head ballerina, a title that many previous graduates used to enter some of the most prestigious ballets in the world.

Yunji was a relatively tall and slim young woman, as expected of ballerinas. Her figure was defined, but not too muscular, as if she put in just the right amount of time to upkeep it every day. Her complexion was bright, with a slight rouge spreading across her cheeks and nose, the only warmness seen on her usually stone-cold facial features. Her jawline was as sharp as a knife, but not sharper than her gaze which threatened to cut right through the door as she pushed it open.

As the ballerina emerged into the hallway, the sound of music became much clearer. Even the thick walls couldn't prevent it from slipping into the ballet room.

Yunji turned her gaze towards the other end of the corridor, where an identical heavy brown door rested slightly ajar. As she approached, she wanted to plug her ears from the sheer volume of the music, but she resisted the urge.

As she approached the classroom door, she opened it and peered inside.

In contrast to their light-colored, neat classroom, this one was much more chaotic- bright colors on the walls, floors, and ceiling, with funky graffiti illustrating the back wall, the only one without any mirrors. Since the classroom was on the opposite side of the building, no light entered through the windows, however, the room remained brightly lit with several bright yellow bulbs.

No one seemed to acknowledge Yunji's presence as the 25-or-so people inside formed a tight circle around the center of the room, cheering and laughing, however, it was barely audible over the ear-blowing music playing from their speakers. The girl took that as her opportunity to calmly walk over to the open laptop plugged into the sound system, and with one small tap on the space bar, the entire room fell into silence at last.

Inevitably that made all heads turn in her direction, and Yunji crossed her arms defensively as 25 pairs of eyes stared her down.

Immediately moans and groans of disapproval sounded, much different to the quiet ones that the ballerinas had made. But Yunji didn't have much time to focus on that as a specific figure emerged from the crowd, walking right towards her.

"Of course." He snarled. "The head ballerina is here to ruin all the fun."

As soon as Yunji's lazer eyes caught sight of him, they narrowed even further.

Park Jisung, head dancer of the modern dance department, "the prince of dance", and Yunjis archnemesis. Similar to her, Jisung was a hidden gem, and also an ultimate winner in any competition he entered. The other Seung Arts pride and joy. He was almost single-handedly responsible for the modern dance department's massive expansion in the past 2 years. Prior to that, modern dance was an almost dead department in Seung Arts High School, to the point where they only had 1 practice room in the Second Run-down building. But wanting to promote Jisung and similar talents, Seung Arts invested in better equipment, and marketing, and even instilled them as a serious department.

God, how Yunji hated him.

"Very sorry for interrupting your little satanic circle head dancer, but other people exist in this building." Yunji stood her ground confidently, as she usually did.

"Oh really? You guys were so quiet I completely forgot about you." Jisung raised a brow, a grin on his face. "I'm so deeply sorry."

Yunji returned his amused gaze with her stone-cold one. The arrogance- she hated it more than anything. Anything that she'd say he'd always make her feel insignificant about. As she scanned his fascial features slowly, she could only think "I hate those eyes, I hate that nose, I hate that hairline, I hate that scar, oh god, I hate that smirk so much-"

"We'll try to keep it down from now on," Jisung assured her, just as dismissively as he had before. "Feel free to continue tip-toeing, flailing your arms gracefully, and jumping around graciously in complete, total, and utter silence."

If her arms weren't crossed, Yunji feared that she would've grabbed the nearest object and chucked it at him.

But she knew damn well that she was better than all these meaningless insults he threw at her. So she suppressed any hint of anger that could've shown on her face, and let her arms drop to her sides.

"Don't do this again." Yunji retorted sternly, professionally, not giving him the pleasure of seeing her anything other than calm and composed.

She then began making her way out of the classroom, unflinching at the eyes staring down her back and side profile.

"See you and your swan flock at dinner, princess," Jisung called after her, voice remaining playful, fake-polite, and arrogant.

And as she left the classroom, Yunji made a point to slam the door fully shut.