Berceuse

May 09, 2012 14:04

Title: Berceuse
Pairings: Chanyeol/Jiyeon
Genre: AU Romance
Rating: PG
Summary: She isn’t really sure how it starts to feel wrong; but she lets it happen anyway.
► This is for Valerie (dream_land3). I'm not really quite sure what I'm doing here and because it's a crackship, and there aren't really any particular shippers, I'd love to work with this pairing some time in the future. Supposedly angst, because I was going to include Aj in this thanks to kisoap and somehow ended all romantic. Ugh, I'm getting weaker with plots every time. Sorry for the mess.
As I've read from somewhere, Chanyeol and Jiyeon were both in a modeling search together before any of the two debuted(?). Idk I was bored and sick when I was writing this.

Berceuse is a 6/8 time composition that may also mean a lullaby.

The more I cover my eyes the clearer your image gets, it’s you it’s you
The more I block my ears the more I hear you all day long
It’s so difficult to read your eyes 
(c) Baby Steps- TaeTiSeo

Park Chanyeol found it amusing that he signed up for ballroom classes after his best-est best friend Baekhyun tricked him into it, and found it even more hilarious that Baekhyun actually had soccer for his elective and thus leaving him to suffer on his own. In other words, the next morning as they took the bus together, he couldn’t find the right words to say and just happen to slap the boy’s sandwich into Baekhyun’s nonexistent abs/gut-whatever-he-called-his-tummy, before taking the back seat.

Now Baekhyun would always be the first to apologize; high school was all different now from their middle school life--- it was a level better and cafeteria tables (unless you were popular because you didn’t have to worry about those) were scarce. So he had to apologize, because Chanyeol was his only friend, he had no one to eat that sandwich with.

“Dude, take it easy. You can always transfer to soccer,” Baekhyun teased. “But... yeah, you can’t anymore.”

Chanyeol picked up his bacon, waving it in his face. “You know, I’d eat you up for doing that. You’re unbelievable, man. I can’t dance.”

“You can dance... pretty decent,” he snickered. “Come on, it can’t be that bad. You’ll enjoy ballroom.”

He towered over the other kids really, and he always felt insecure when their gazes just end up falling on his clothes, arms or messed-up hair; on the contrary to his outer expression, he was annoyed deep inside and wanted to trample on each one of them. It was rude to stare, his mother always reminded him (that was before knowing Kyungsoo, anyway).

When their instructor stood in the center and all the other students began gathering around the center, giant Chanyeol squeezed himself from behind this darker skinned person, his lazy gaze going to him with little care and then back to the ahjumma in the center.

A couple of rambling and feet shuffling, they were asked to get started and look for partners. Flustered that he knew nobody here, he looked around for some extra pair, and at this desperate attempt of not being embarrassed in front of everyone who totally had no idea he was in the first place, he pulled the nearest girl to his side immediately, before it was all too late, before in his eyes his unimportant social world ended.

“Let’s start with the Samba, okay everyone? The basic steps are really easy. At the end of this course, you'll be learning more than that. You and your partner will be working together until the end." *

Chanyeol, sighing now that he was safe, turned to the girl, and to his surprise, she looked absolutely different from the usual girls he had seen around the campus. She was tall, like him so no surprise there, and her eyes, almond and large and dark brown, were nowhere on him either --- then he realized that if they were, he would be holding his breath in, and also avoiding the possible evidence that he was checking her out.

“Did you get that?” She began speaking now, turning to him and holding her hands out.

With his eyes still observing her, Chanyeol caught himself shaking his head and scratching his neck in embarrassment. “Uh, no sorry.”

With a displeased expression, she clicked her tongue. “It’s easy.” She then grabbed his hands and lead him to follow her takes, both of them looking down at their feet, him occasionally (often) stepping on hers.

“See,” she said, a little lighthearted now than earlier.

With his head down and still getting the remaining parts of the dance, he let go of her hand and stared back into her deep eyes. Goodness, they were deep all right.

“What?” she wondered.

“You have really weird eyes.”

He got ignored for the rest of the period by his partner of what he said, so he told Baekhyun about her, since he really had no idea what was so rude or offensive of what he said.

“Pshh, don’t worry! Girls are like that,” Baekhyun assured.

He chuckled. “Oh how do you know?”

The boy, letting go of his backpack and putting on his headphones, stared blankly at the sunset as they rode the bus home together again. “You know this girl from the school choir. We practice as a group together and when I catch her looking at me, she turns into this... evil little pixie. Really, it’s a weird thing. Maybe your partner’s like that.”

Chanyeol shrugged. “She seemed different. She looked different too.”

He didn’t quite understand women, really: first they let you hold them, the very personal space you had left consumed, and after about five minutes, when you really had to do well because someone else was watching, she’d inch away. Chanyeol now began thinking maybe she is after all just like everyone else; maybe there wasn’t anything that set her apart from the rest of the femme fatal types. This girl, who he rather had never asked her name ever since the first meeting, would be the reason for his failure.

“Why’d you take up ballroom?”

He turned to Jongin, the exotic dancer as everyone referred to. The boy just smirked, changing back into his uniform after their class.

“Well... I always wanted to take it up. So I thought, why not?”

“You must have had like a ton of girlfriends already, right? I mean.... with your dancing, I suppose everyone gets attracted by it easily.” Chanyeol told him and then they burst into laughter.

Jongin shook his head. “I have one right now actually.”

“Oh? Is she pretty?”

The boy, wiping the remains of his sweat and shoving the black wifebeater into his bag, pointed the doorway with his lips, and there stood Chanyeol’s partner, the one with strange pretty eyes, who was staring at them both impatiently.

“She’s in our class too,” Jongin stated, picking up his things.

“My partner?” Chanyeol wondered, his heart racing up a notch, his eyes doing their best to look unperturbed.

The boy’s lip twitched to a smile, thumping his shoulder. “Her friend,” The said girl approached Jongin, and not too far behind was a very annoyed one.

The couple left ahead, with Chanyeol prevented from following. “The practical exam’s on Monday. We need to practice tomorrow.”

“It’s the weekend. Baekhyun and I are going out for some basketball.”

She scowled. “Is that more important than this?”

Chanyeol nodded, sore and unsure. “But....”

“But we’ll fail if you don’t practice and you know it,” she reminded him.

“Would you go out on a date with me afterwards?”

Jiyeon’s expression faltered, softening in total shock. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Date... err, you and me... “Chanyeol didn’t really know what he was doing, he just wanted to say something like that.

“If you come tomorrow, and until we perfect the steps... “ she trailed off, looking into his eyes now. “Then I can’t see why not.”

He skipped basketball because he was going on a date with her (and Baekhyun still did not believe that she would agree, saying, “You barely know each other!” and of course Chanyeol replied with, “That’s why we’re getting to know each other this way.”) For Chanyeol, it was how time flew so quick that made him the luckiest boy in the planet, and he had been so very efficient (too efficient, she added) in dancing that by two that afternoon, shot by exhaustion, the two ended up taking the bus home after grabbing corndogs in the street.

They were seated together, without saying anything, without actually exchanging any conversation after they finished the food.

Chanyeol felt awkward, then again when was he not.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” She asked while leaning by the window, not taking a single glance at him.

He cleared his throat. “About... yeah, I wasn’t actually planning... the date and all.”

She smiled slightly. “That’s all right.”

“I mean, I wasn’t even expecting that you’d agree and now we end up going home doing nothing fun all because---”

The girl giggled, poking the side of head. “Yah, I said it’s all right.”

They stared at each other for a long time, trying to uncover each other from the way their eyes begged to be understood, and neither one overlooked that timing, the way the sun just seemed about to set, and the way the bus finally stopped at the corner where she was supposed to get off.

“I’ll get going now,” she then said, smiling widely.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, trying to memorize every bit of her image into his memory--- adjusting himself to th way her eyes were shaped this way, the way her brown hair fell on her face and her upper lip curving to get nothing but perfection. She was beautiful, and upon that realization, Chanyeol decided to follow her as she got off, and dragged her out of the sidewalk and into a nearby store.

“Do you like ice cream?”

She couldn’t help herself from giggling, because this was beyond unexpected. “Of course I do! Who doesn’t?”

Excitedly he requested two cups, pulling wallet out and paying at once, grinning with a very proud expression written all over his face. Once the order was handed, he turned to her, smiling so pensively as they exchange swift gazes, her arms around her for some reason.

“Take it!”

“You’re really something, you know that?” she said, snatching the cup and feeling nostalgic at the taste of chocolate on her lips.

“Park Jiyeon,” she stated, head lowered.

Chanyeol repeated the name in his head as they walked together so he wouldn’t forget it. “You’re really something as well, Park Jiyeon.”

Chanyeol couldn’t clear his head that easy either, and Baekhyun had noticed it while passing notes about tomorrow’s basketball session and he simply lifted the paper, read it and then tucked it without anymore complaints, not a single one--- and that was something not very Chanyeol-like, his best-est best friend decided.

“You’re going to come tomorrow, right? Luhan-hyung and the rest are there,” Baekhyun said as they exited the classroom. More and more students were flooding the hallways too, and so they had to get to the cafeteria for lunch. “You’re spacing out a lot, you know.”

“Just nervous,” he said. “Our practical for waltz is tomorrow so I have to get myself all prepared.”

“This girl’s really pressuring you too much. Dump her,” his friend decided, which led to laughter between them both.

“We’re not even together,” Chanyeol answered. “But it’s nice to think of it that way, too.”

“When are you going to be together? I mean I even got my chances at Jieun, so you have to make your move sometime! And let me tell you, girls want guys to make the first moves.”

“Oh like how you always say sorry to her when you forget dates?”

They were chuckling upon meeting their other friends for lunch, Jongin--- Chanyeol’s friend from his ballroom--- included also. They were already a growing circle, and it was nicer to stick together this way, then be left alone. And then before he knew it, his eyes fell on the girl across their table, eating alone her vegetables, vibrating cell phone at one side.

“Jiyeon’s there. I hadn’t seen her today during ballroom,” he whispered to Baekhyun, and at the interruption, he shifted and felt the lonesome atmosphere from the other side.

“Talk to her, now’s your chance,” his friend insisted, pushing him out of the bench.

“What do you mean---”

“Talk as in talk to her about how you feel,” Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “Don’t come back before you’ve got her.”

Pouting and a little scared, he took his tray and approached Jiyeon bravely, though his knees begged otherwise as they shook the whirlwind in his system. They weren’t this nervous when they would be dancing, and they had already been through too much paired parts, so he decided to ignore the loud drop in his stomach and went anyway.

“Psst,” he called. A few more steps, Chanyeol you coward. Just walk up to her! He froze midway, so he needed somewhat her help to ease that kind of feeling. She looked up at it and smiled, moving her tray to make some space.

He sighed, going to her now and counting his breath, any minute he could forget that though. “Why aren’t you eating with anyone?”

Jiyeon picked up her fries. “Why aren’t you staying with them, instead? You guys looked like the happy virus club.”

“You weren’t at class earlier,” Chanyeol began, picking up his carton of apple juice.

She inhaled heavily, making him look at her. She smiled in grace, also much like a thank you one. “I had to go to the airport to pick up...family.”

“Why are you eating alone? Don’t you have any friends?”

She giggled at his... unrestricted honesty. “Aren’t you my friend?”

Chanyeol shrugged. “But what about Kai’s girlfriend? Weren’t you friends...”

Her cell phone started ringing, a simple melodious kind of tune, the one played earlier in class Chanyeol remembered, and so he grinned. “That kind of tune was used earlier. Teacher said it’s called Berceuse.”

Impatient and irritated, she turned her phone off and slipped it back to her bag. “Aren’t you going to pick that up?”

“Unimportant.”

“But what if it was family and...”

“Unimportant, so enough, okay? It doens’t concern you so don’t butt in,” She nearly shouted, taking her lunch with her and throwing it to the trashbin as she walked out of the place, backpack over her shoulder and Chanyeol, still on that table alone, gaping in surprise. He looked at Baekhyun who he knew to be spying on every move he made, only to find him dumbfounded at this as he was.

What had just happened?

The next day he wanted to run. Although it was announced that there wouldn’t be any session the next day, he still wanted to go because knowing Jiyeon, she wouldn’t have wanted to miss out a few steps. She always wanted to make up for things, although she really didn’t ask him to. He really didn’t know what to do now that Jiyeon was in some way angry at him. He couldn’t just suddenly say sorry through text messages, because she wasn’t even paying attention to them. He couldn’t just walk up to her that morning and ask what wrong was it this time, because that might have looked like he was really desperate in getting her. Or other than that, every plan he could think was going the wrong way and ending almost in disasters.

She knocked on the door, her eyes a little vacant but nonetheless fearless as he remembered them to be.

“You... okay, now?”

Jiyeon sighed without looking at him, nodding. “Yeah.”

He neared her because it would seem she wouldn’t be the one making any effort in this and because he kept Baekhyun’s advice in mind. “Do you want to learn the dance now?”

She let him take her hand, as he switched the player on. They were both standing, facing each other, before Chanyeol’s arm fell on to her back, his other free one holding her hand and slowly they started with the basic steps, both silently feeling in the music, the virtual piano man and Chopin in their minds as very carefully their steps were timed. Timing, always on the essential things in ballroom.

Before he knew it, she had her head on his shoulder, chin pressing on his shirt that he suddenly felt nervous.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” She asked him sweetly, her hands wrapping around him, as his fell on her waist.

“Just... a little.”

“I’m sorry about... yesterday. Life’s just been rough on me,” Jiyeon said.

The music was too much of a lullaby, his eyes closing along with it. “It’s all right. If you need someone to talk to, you know I’m very more than welcome. I am your friend.”

“My boyfriend just got home from Bangkok and...” she couldn’t continue, licking her lips and moving away. They gave each other long gazes, still and very silent. Chanyeol’s grip on her just froze too, because of hearing boyfriend in her sentence. It meant she belonged to someone, she was someone else’s property and that meant he had already lost a battle of overcoming his fear of confession to a rich guy who she had given her yes. Smooth, real smooth.

Instead of telling her all of this, he gulped. “And?”

“It’s just that... well, we kind of promise each other marriage after high school. I’m planning to transfer to Thailand next semester and I honestly don’t... know what I’m going to do. My parents already knew and they think it’s nice and I’ll be fine living with him too since we’ve met each other for so long. I thought for this long and hard and I thought you should know.”

Chanyeol let go, not because he wanted to, but because he had to. He rubbed his nose with his finger, avoiding her eyes. “Well, you should go. If that’s what you want.” He scratched his head, picking up his coat and turning off the music. A swing of the backpack and a small wave, he left not a second more, without words to give her.

Jiyeon bit her lips. “But that’s not what I want.”

And not a second later, she was about to run after him, tell him honestly how she felt; so as she got out of the room, and sensing that Chanyeol really would have liked some air, she dashed to the rooftop, and indeed, her instincts lead her right.

He looked up at her by the door, making so much noise.

Jiyeon rushed to his side, that the moment he stood up, she was already hugging him, her eccentric laughter echoing in the air that his eyes grew in shock. Out of its own accord, his hand fell on her head, and a smile crawled into his face.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Jiyeon said, digging her face into his sweater.

“What was it?”

She smirked, pinching both of his cheeks. “I think you got what I meant.”

“So you like me?”

Jiyeon chuckled brightly, before on her toes, planting a small kiss on the boy’s cheek. Even when the birds were the only ones making that much noise, Chopin still played in his head, putting his life into serenity as they walked down the stairs together. Boy, wouldn’t Baekhyun be so proud of him!

.Fin

a/n: what is this mess i've done u___u   

!fanfiction, pairing: chanyeol/jiyeon♡, !one-shots/drabbles, fandom: exo, fandom: t-ara

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