Novel & Cerita Yoon Hye-jin Ballerina

“Who is Jung Hoseok this time? You unfaithful brat.” She giggle. “Hobi! A dance master, fandom’s hope, with a pretty face. Was praying to God that if not Namjoon, then can I at least have Hoseok but…” She trailed and I ehard a closing of a makeup kit from the other line. “But I fell into Nathan’s arms, I am so mad!” She fake cried which made me laugh.

Sweat shimmered faintly on her skin as she smiled. “Alright, Mr. Wang. Lead the way.” Yuna’s face twisted with jealousy and rage. Elena—after all these years—could still dance like that? She had always been gifted. Yuna remembered clearly: when they were children, her daughter Jasmine practiced tirelessly every night, yet Elena danced effortlessly on her toes by age nine. Elena was born dazzling. Yuna had thought years in the countryside would dull her. But Elena was still luminous. Yuna had never wanted to destroy someone so badly.

“Shadow’s Korean name Ji-hoon meant 'ambition' and 'meritorious deed'. You can say he was born to do great things. But it would be a mistake to downplay his mother’s, Ma’am Meow’s, influence behind the scenes. Mrs. Kim was a force of nature. “As you’ve probably guessed by now, she was a woman with a will of iron and who always got what she wanted. She had vast knowledge in fine arts and she collected and sold expensive paintings. She was also a superb pianist. She used to be the prima ballerina of a ballet company in Seoul and, after that, a ballet teacher.

We settled. But in my heart? It was always Jacob. I snuck a glance at him, worried he'd catch something in my face. But he wasn't even looking at me—his eyes were glued to Sabina, cuddled up with Gabriel. Frown locked in place. Then someone threw a spotlight on me. "Yuna, didn't you do ballet in college? Show us something!" "Yeah! Do the Dance of the Little Swans. Perfect for a duck pretending to be a swan."

Dal and Yuna's finale had given her goosebumps, although they couldn't compete with the others at the casual start, the end made up for it. Yuna was clothed in a flowing purple and white hanbok; it had delicate flow lines and soft sloping eaves. On Yuna's thin frame the clothing looked a bit bulky and oversized but on a closer look, one could see it was just the perfect touch to the traditional feeling it eluded. The dress gave an air of nobility and level headedness at the same time. With a stylish, huge yellow head piece similar to a Jeonmo, sat on her crown and a thin see through veil, gave the look a more modern edge.

Su Yeon said and hung up the call. Oh Yan Su was returning to Country S after winning an international ballet competition. Although she majored in business because of family pressure, she never left her passion and won several national competitions. Winning this international competition has forced her family to let her pursue ballet… and finally, now she was a free bird!

Since Athena is the youngest between the triplet. Hyejin wears a knee-length pink dress. Her long hair is tied up with a bun hairstyle, and she even wears a pair of faux fur boot. She really looks like a bunny. Cute and soft from the outer. She stands up and smiles at Asher. "It's been such a long time since I let out some steam off. So, if I can't cope up with your score, Asher..you need to win it for me, okay?" She winks at him.

Its doors opened almost in sync, and out stepped a figure that pulled every ounce of air from my lungs. Tall. Perfect posture. Hair styled within an inch of perfection. That same smug calm that used to make entire magazine crews whisper. Jaehyun. And right beside him, wearing oversized sunglasses and a designer coat even in the heat, was Yuna. The “young” model he left me for. For someone in her early twenties, she looked like a ugly plastic doll constructed by a psychopathic cosmetic surgeon. I froze. Vincent turned, catching the shift in my expression instantly. “Vivian?”

Ju Hyo-jin, a vocalist and Gyoo-ryeon’s maternal cousin, looked displeased with Hyeon-sin's attitude, seemingly continuing the confrontation. Gye-yeong approached them, making heavy, imposing footsteps. "What do you think you're doing right now?" Even at Gye-yeong’s question, the brat failed to see him, entirely lost in other thoughts as her gaze remained fixed on the end of the hallway, trembling as if she might break. "Oh, Gye-yeong Oppa?" "Ju Hyo-jin, why are you causing a scene here?" "Well, this boy suddenly threw his arms around my waist. Putting that aside, you've become even more handsome, Oppa."

Kyson snapped back to reality and hummed in response to mask his distraction. He sat up straight and focused on the stage. The performance was the ballet "Swan Lake". Jodie was the lead dancer. She wore a snow-white ballet skirt, with white feathers adorning her hair. As Jodie spun across the stage, her graceful figure captured countless hearts. Kyson stared at the woman onstage. Cheers filled the hall, yet his mind drifted to someone else. Eight years ago, I was dressed in white too. White feathers adorned my hair, with a shy blush coloring my young face.