Author's Note

I tried my best to come up with an idea for this couple. At first I wanted to do something that involved their purple hair but it didn't work out as plan so I tried my best to make the story more original. I can't wait to do some other requests since some of them are couples that I had a story in mind for them so hope you guys look forward to the upcoming stories! Please do comment, especially GoddessOfChaos, I really want to hear your feed back! Kamsamnida! <3

 Requested by : GoddessOfChaos (& technically aremoyoona) 

 Characters: Nicole (KARA) & Hoya (INFINITE) 

            The sound of classical music filled the dance room as the girl in her black, baggy shirt and shorts danced with it. Her toes hit the floor as she spun around, ending it with a perfect finish. Wiping her sweat off her forehead, she walked over to the speaker to turn off her music. Sitting down, she leaned against the dance room’s wall, breathing heavily. What am I doing? she looked at herself in the mirror. Her pure white skin was dripping with sweat as her pink lips caused the mirror to slowly fog up. The bell ringed, interrupting her train of thought. Slowly pushing herself up, she packed her things and turned the light off of the dance room before closing the door behind her. Her heels hit the clean floor of the hallway as she passed by school mates that were staring at her. Opening her classroom door, the loud room fell silent as she walked into it, taking her seat which was in the first row of the classroom.

“I bet she was practicing again.” “Why doesn’t she stop?” “I heard she’s a child prodigy but she still tries to beat everyone.”

She quickly placed her white earphones in her ears, not wanting to hear the students talking about her. The sweet melody played in her ears as she read the mouths of her soulless classmates. She’s so full of herself isn’t she she read the horrifying mouths moving.

Nicole was used to doing this every week days since school started 2 months ago. Attending Korea’s best dancing school will come to price when you are a child prodigy since you were young. From the very beginning, her adopted parents warned her about girls like them, wanting to bring anyone down so they could rise to the top. At first, Nicole didn’t think it would happen to her but reality was never kind to her from the start.

The sound of the classroom door filled the classroom, so was the light tap of brown office shoes hitting the floor. Taking off her headphones, she looked up so was the whole class. The teacher took a chalk from the board and started to write some characters on the board while he greeted the class.

           “Good morning everyone,” he greeted them. “I’m hoping you guys had a great weekend practicing and doing your homework.”

           “Yeah,” the class answered dully in sync.

Placing the chalk back into the container near the board, he turned around as he clapped his hands together.

           Facing the entire classroom, he smiled, “Today the class will be doing a quick survey for the school.”

The class groaned while Nicole stayed quiet, as usual. Why do you dance? reading the writing out in her mind.

           “Don’t whine, it’s just a few sentences but I would answer wisely,” the teacher firmly instructed.

The teacher started to pass out a blue piece of paper to each row. Grabbing the pile of papers given to her, she took one before passing it behind her. Immediately writing her name with her red pen, she then examined her paper in front of her. It just had the exact question written on the board in the middle of the paper and space to write down your answer. Sighing to herself, she couldn’t help but think she’s in trouble. She never knew the reason why she decided to take up dancing.

After the teacher discussed the assignment again and answered a few questions, she began the actual lecture. From the beginning to the end she knew she was supposed to be paying attention to her teacher but she couldn’t help and ask herself the question frequently. Soon school ended, filling the school with loud chatters and footsteps hitting the hallway floor. Swinging her black side bag over her right shoulder, she grabbed her dance bag on the other side before she walked out of her classroom. The hallways were more quieter since most students have left school grounds, off handing out with friends or home to rest. Walking down the quiet hallways, she stood in front of the school’s dance room that nobody uses except for her and one other person. Pulling at the keys from her bag, she slowly slid the door open before closing it behind her. The cold air from dance room hit her bare face, making her shiver for a moment. Throwing her bags onto the side of the room, she ped her jacket and placed it on top of her bags. Plugging her MP3 in the stereo, Nicole her music and walked in the center of the room, in her ready position.

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Hours has passed and the music still continued to play in the room, with Nicole dancing along with it as sweat washed down her body. Spinning swiftly and gracefully, she ended it with a leg lift but the same familiar pain attacked her left leg. Falling down in enormous pain, she started to massage her leg.

            “Do you really expect to dance with your leg?” her dance teacher told her.

Staying quiet, the 11 year old Nicole just nodded without a sound, staring at the dance room floor.

            Rolling her eyes, her dance teacher narrowed her eyes at her, “I hope you give up now so you won’t waste your time on something so useless.”

Tears threatened her eyes as she continued to stay silent, unwilling to look at her dance teacher’s disgusted eyes. Just because Nicole wasn’t doing as brilliant as she was doing a few weeks ago, she endlessly gotten lectures and insults from her so called teacher. Her young self didn’t know what to do in situations like this, her mother always told her to listen to your elders.

            “I don’t want to see you here again,” the dance teacher sighed as she walked away from her, into her office.

The memory replayed in her head again, causing her to bite her lip as she tried her best not to cry. She always thought that her life was unfair even though many think it was perfect. Even if she was a child prodigy, taking after her mother, who was a famous ballet dancer but died tragically in a car accident, she was treated harshly.

Lifting up her shorts, looking at her scar that she had since she was 11 years old, the year her mother died in a car crash. The year her whole world that she used to see was crumbling down slowly in front of her eyes. Her biological father and mother had a fight with each other, making her mother leaving the house late at night with her silver BMW. Nicole was sent into her room during that time but the yells and glass breaking broke through the walls, allowing her to know every single word her parents said to each other. As soon as she saw her mother drive out of their house driveway and heard the deathly silence in the house, she couldn’t help but think something horrible will happen soon. But she brushed it off and decided to sleep, thinking of nothing else.

            “Cole, wake up! We have to go to the hospital!”

The familiar cry from her father ringed her ears as she touched her tragic scar. During the car ride to the hospital, it was silent that the sound of the air conditioner in the car could be heard. As soon as she and her father arrived to the hospital, they were already too late. Her mother died. The doctor told them she lost too much blood that they couldn’t save her. To make matters worse, the drunk driver that hit her mother’s car survived with a few scratches and scars. At first her father laughed sadly as tears fell down his cheeks, then the sudden rush of anger filled his body. Nicole just watched with tears spilling down her cheeks as the security tried to stop her father from hurting the drunk driver.

Ever since that accident, her father had acted different. He used to have a cheerful and generous personality, but now he never gave a thought about anything and was constantly rude or grumpy. Nicole remembered very well that he would come home every night drunk with a beer bottle in his right hand. During the first few weeks, he would just slap and hit her when he arrived home. But the very next morning, he would apologize very quietly to her before going back to sleep because of the harsh hangover. 

           “Why do you have to be like your mother?!” “You are banned from doing ballet!”

He would always say that to her, but she would always ignore his comments thinking he was just drunk to know what he was saying. Then the worst possible thing went wrong. While Nicole was in her dance lessons, her father barged in the dance room, dragging her out of there with anger. As soon as they reached home, her father went mad. He slapped and kicked her, ignoring her endless cries to stop. Then the last blow made her cries louder, causing the neighbors to call the police. The glass from her father’s beer bottle cut her right thigh in a long line till her knee. No matter what she did, pressing it down, tying it up with bandages, it bled nonstop. Officers and the ambulance rushed inside the house and she was taken into the hospital pronto. As the back doors of the ambulance doors closed, she saw in her father being pushed in the back of the police car.

After doing surgery, she recovered in the hospital for a few days until she was released. Her doctor told her she may not be able to do ballet ever again because of the injury but Nicole didn’t listen. With her only family member in jail, she didn’t want the one thing that she had only has be taken away from her. A few days passed, she was adopted by a kind couple and was given a new family. They were definitely kind and parents that she always wanted but she didn’t plan on staying with them for too long. She didn’t like to burden them, so as soon as she turned 18 years old, Nicole registered for a university with money she had saved up since she was in middle school.

Here she was, the goal she was reaching for but why does she seem so unhappy? Tears streamed down her soft cheeks as she huddled between her legs. For years, tears have never appeared but now it had finally come. Suddenly feeling warm arms around her, she looked up to see a male in baggy shorts and a long sleeve blue t shirt.

            “How long have you been here Hoya,” Nicole quickly tried to compose herself.

She always hated to cry in front of people. Hiding her face, she knew it was swollen.

            Giving her a tight hug, Hoya her arm, “Long enough to see you cry. Didn’t I tell you if you feel sad or want to talk just call me.”

She forced a smile on her face she continued to cry in his arms. If there was one person she would always trust it had to be him. Being childhood friends at 9, the two were inseparable. When Nicole was having a hard time, he was there for her, and when Hoya was having a hard time, she was there for him. The two admitted in the same university but he went for a B-Boying Major while she went for a Ballet Major. Nicole never understood why he wanted to hang out with her. She was silent and shy while he was outgoing and funny. He had many admirers also, and she was secretly one of them. But not even once she thought of confessing to him, their friendship was too precious to her.

           Pulling out his broad chest, she wiped the tears out of eyes and hiccupped, “Sorry for acting like this.”

           Shaking his head, Hoya showed a caring smile as he ruffled her black hair, “It’s ok. Were you thinking about it again?”

           Hesitatingly nodding, Nicole blushed, “I can’t help it, my leg is still hurting.”

           “I told you not to push yourself too much,” he said with concern in his voice.

Getting up, he reached out his arm towards her, gesturing her to get up. Grabbing his hand, he pulled her up and soothed down her hair for her. Nicole eye smiled even though her eyes were still slightly swollen.

           Pushing her bangs away from her eyes, Hoya suggested, “How about we get some dinner?”

Checking her watch is was already 6 P.M. and she felt her stomach grumble. Agreeing, Nicole grabbed her bags and jacket in her arms.

           “Can I go shower first?” Nicole said with aegyo, even though she knew she wasn’t the best at it.

           He bit his lip, “Fine, but you better hurry. You know I hate waiting.”

Nicole smiled and rushed to the showers to wash up. 10 minutes passed and Nicole pulled a purple loose long sleeve shirt with jeans over her body, replacing her sweats. Stepping out of the shower, she saw Hoya playing on his phone. Hearing her footsteps, he looked up and smiled at her.

           “Let’s get going,” Hoya cheerfully said.

With that said the two exited out of the school and drove to a small café nearby. The usual stares from girls were looking straight at Nicole, who has gotten used to the feeling. Hanging out with him for a long time, the normal glares or stares from girls were normal to her now. After getting their seats, the two took their orders.

            “So did you also have to do a survey?” Hoya took a sip of his water.

            Just remembering about the survey, she grumbled, “Yeah, I still don’t know what to write on it. What about you?”

            “Actually I do know the reason,” Hoya scratched the side of his head awkwardly.

            Playing with her straw, she looked at him, “Chincha? What is it?”

Suddenly the waitress arrived with their food and placed it in front of them. The fresh aroma captured their attention, realizing they were super hungry. Already forgetting what they were talking about, they dug in. Eating their food in silence, the sound of their chopsticks clicking together could only be heard. After 30 minutes passed, the two paid their check and exited out of the restaurant, totally stuffed. Walking outside, Nicole shivered, noticing the weather has gotten colder as it got later. Noticing her shiver, Hoya ped his jacket and placed it over Nicole’s shoulder. She frowned as she stared at Hoya, who was only a sweater that didn’t seem too thick.

            Taking it off of her shoulders, she held it in front of him, “Wear it.”

           Shaking his head, he gestured her to wear it, “Ani, I’m fine.”

           “In this kind of weather, I don’t think so,” Nicole firmly stated.

The jacket was still between them, as if no one was going to take any time soon. Hoya looked down at Nicole and stared into her sparkly eyes. An idea came into his head. Grabbing his jacket, he placed the jacket over his shoulders and grabbed the left over part of the jacket with his hands. Using his broad body and taller height to his advantage, he wrapped his arms around Nicole’s back, giving her a warm hug. Shocked by his sudden action, her cheek turned red and her heartbeat quickened its pace. It was like he was giving a warm back hug but he was stuck in one position, not letting her go.  

            “W-what are you doing?” she stuttered, hoping he won’t notice.

            Chuckling, he looked at her innocently, “I’m just keeping both of us warm.”

Even if it was a lie or not, the two were definitely warmer than before and the moment just seemed so perfect. The two walked down the streets, ignoring the stares from people that were either jealous or shocked to see such display of affection in public. Nicole would’ve probably say to every stranger, that walked past them with a look on their face, the two were not a couple but merely just best friends. But she was too deep in thought to even think of doing that. Not even hitting each other’s feet, Hoya and Nicole were in perfect sync. Finally reaching the car, Hoya rested his arms from Nicole and ran to the driver’s seat. The instant he let her go, Nicole wanted to tell him to continue hugging her but it would’ve been too weird. Quickly opening the front door of his car, Nicole quickly got in and threw her bag in the back seat, so did Hoya. Putting his keys in, the engine started and the car swiftly made its way on the city streets. Minutes passed and the car was silent with very few words spoken. Hoya and Nicole would converse little talk but not as much as they do before. She looked out the window with a blank expression while he was keeping his eyes on the road. The car finally stopped in front of her apartment that she bought since she entered the university. Feeling the sudden stop, Nicole broke away from her train of thought and began to gather her bags from the back.

           Finally grabbing her stuff, she looked at Hoya and smiled, “Thanks for driving me home.”

           He nodded his head and gently smiled, “Yeah it’s no problem.”

Opening the car door, she stepped out into the cold sidewalk with the cold breeze hitting her face. Pulling her bags over her right shoulder, she closed the car door behind her. Bending down to look through the window, she waved a last good-bye to Hoya, who did the same. Turning around, she made her way through the lobby and pushed the elevator button. Waiting patiently for the elevator to arrive, she tapped her right foot to the rhythm of the song she was practicing earlier.

Ding

Alarming her that the elevator had finally arrived, the doors opened and she stepped inside. Pushing the button that said 15^th floor, she looked down at the floor, waiting to hear the sound of the door closing in front of her. Then suddenly a sudden breeze filled the elevator, as if someone passed by them quickly. A sweet familiar scent filled the closed space, as the elevator started to go up. Looking up, Hoya was right beside her, trying to catch his breath.

            “Hoya, what are you doing?” she looked at him curiously as she rubbed his back.

            Finally able to catch his breath, Hoya rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I was just worried.”

            “Worried about what?”

            “You just seemed to be spacing out a lot,” he hesitatingly answered.

Suddenly placing his right hand on her forehead, she looked at him with a surprised expression.

            Sighing in relief, he smiled, “You don’t have a fever, that’s good.”

            Pushing his hand away from her forehead, Nicole pouted, “I’m fine, it’s just that I was thinking about the survey that’s all.”

            Leaning on the wall of the elevator, Hoya oh-ed, “Don’t worry, you’ll get it sooner or later. It’s always better if you look at examples.”

            “Then how about telling me yours? You didn’t tell me back at the café,” Nicole remembered. 

The elevator was filled with silence; the only sound was the creek of the elevator going up.

            “I dance because it’s my passion and I’m able to be with the person I love the most,” he sweetly answered, smiling to himself.

           Surprised by his answer, Nicole shook his shoulder, “Chincha? Who is it?”

           Looking at her with a loving expression, he laced his giant hand with hers, “The only pretty girl that I’m holding hands with in this apartment elevator.”

Her jaw dropped, as she couldn’t believe what she just heard. At first she thought it was Seungyeon in his dance class or Hara from his homeroom, they were definitely fitting for him, unlike her. Feeling her face burn up, she looked at their hands that were laced together.

            “Please don’t lie to me,” Nicole bit her lip, not wanting the tears that were threatening her eyes to fall out.

            Giving a tight squeeze, Hoya shook his head and stared at her seriously, “I really do like you. Remember when we first met and you told me I looked the best when I was dancing. Well I finally realized I liked you because I was suddenly practicing every day to be better. When you told me you wanted to go to the university, I tried my best to be with you. I wanted to protect you, even though I failed when I couldn’t comfort you when you needed it the most. Swearing to myself, I wanted to be your man to protect you and someone you could come crying to.”

Nicole looked at his eyes that were shedding some tears, probably because of the bad memories replying in his mind. Her heart was definitely jumping for joy and moved at the same time. The person she liked for a long time actually had the same feelings for her also; she couldn’t even put words to express her feelings right now. But there was one action that explain all..

She kissed him. Pressing her lips against his, the two were definitely surprised at first. Nicole couldn’t believe what she did while Hoya was startled as well. But the sudden astonishment overcame them and the two kissed each other with passion. Nicole wrapped her arms around his neck while his was around her petite waist. Breaking away from the kiss, the elevator door opened slowly and the two stepped out together hand in hand with each other. Walking down the quiet hallways, they finally stood in front of Nicole’s apartment door. Turning around, Nicole looked up at Hoya with a small smile on her face. The two had the same thought in their minds. They didn’t want this moment to end, but sometimes things have to come to an end sooner or later.

            “Good night,” Nicole hugged him.

            Returning her hug, Hoya whispered in her ear, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” Nicole sweetly whispered as the two released from each other’s arms.

Tip toeing, Nicole lightly pecked Hoya’s cheek before turning to open her apartment door. Waving good bye with a gigantic smile on the two faces, Nicole watched as Hoya walked down the hallway before slowly closing the door in front of her. Flicking the light switch on, she placed her bags on the living room sofa and grabbed her pajamas in her bedroom. Entering the bathroom, she undressed herself and walked into the shower. Turning the water on, it splashed on her bare body having that fresh feeling fill her body. Cleaning her body, she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower as she grabbed her blue towel to dry herself. Pulling her pajamas over her body, she opened the bathroom door and entered the living room. Staring at her backpack, she walked over and took out a pencil and the survey. Holding it in her right hand, she read the survey in her mind and smiled. Quickly writing something down, she placed it onto her coffee table and got up from her couch into her bed room.

Why do you dance?

Dancing is my life. The only thing that speaks to me, the only strong connection with my deceased mother, and lastly the thing that brought me to the person I love and care for. It’s something that brought me here now, which I will treasure forever.