Your Phantom's Here (FF OneShot Submission)
This is my submission for the Super Junior Halloween FanFiction Contest!
I hope you enjoy it! The annual Halloween Party at your boarding school, if you explained to someone from out of town, was an opportunity for those who were far more well off than most to show off their wealth. Sadly, you thought as you stared at the image on the poster in front of you, it wasn't about the history of Halloween, or the imagination that was required to come up with an appropriate costume. It had become, over the years, an opportunity for students to spend extravagant amounts of money, or to dress as sultrily as they possibly could within school guidelines.
You'd been working on your costume for months, because unlike last year, you refused to be left out of the festivities, simply because you couldn't afford a fancy costume. This year you'd put together your costume, piece by piece, adding to it when you could afford to, and you were very nearly finished. It only happened that you were mildly talented with a sewing machine, and the costume you'd made was relatively simple to do. Now you only needed the perfect pair of high heels, and you'd be ready.
When the day of the party came, you were excited, getting ready early, taking a few "sneak peek" style instagram photos, posting them before getting ready to leave. #Daae #Phantom You slipped the cloak over your shoulders, the dress moving around you as you walked, getting in the back seat of your best friend's car, silently cursing your mind, knowing no one would know who you were.
You arrived at the venue, and smiled as you entered the room, feeling people's eyes on you as you walked carefully. It would be so simple to tip over, you already felt like you were living on your toes. The dress made a soft swishing noise as you walked, the dark curls spilling over your shoulders. The plus side of having to be so careful was that your posture improved dramatically. It really felt as though you were finally a leading lady, instead of having to hide behind a lame costume idea.
It was only minutes later as you were looking down into the potentially spiked punch bowl that you heard the voice. The singing was impeccable, and you thought you'd heard the voice before. You turned, looking over your shoulder, but the only thing there was a crowd of people trying to figure out the best way to get you to leave the line, as you'd simply been staring. It took a few minutes, but finally you decided that the voice was a figment of your imagination. Things were going well, you'd had fun so far, dancing with your friends. It'd certainly be a night to remember, especially since it seemed that the punch had not been spiked. Hours had passed and you'd forgotten completely the voice that had called out to you by the punch, until suddenly the voice was back. It annoyed you that you didn't know where the voice was coming from, as you looked around. You told your friends you'd be back in a bit, and turned, leaving them looking at you questioningly. You had to find the voice, it was someone who knew who you were, and after nearly four hours of explaining a broadway musical to people, it was getting exhausting. Hearing the voice again, you turned, eyes widening as you saw the person walking slowly towards you, the party guests making a pathway as they watched him walk. You recognized the person hiding behind the mask, and it surprised you, if you were being honest.
Yesung wasn't the best student at the school, but he was far from the worst, and he pretty much kept to himself, except when he was around his friends. His group of friends were the most popular guys in the entire school, but even then, Yesung always seemed to stay out of the limelight. He was in the shadows of the group, a part of SJ, but still his own man. He'd been really interested in one of your Japanese culture courses, to learn about history behind the cultural background we'd learned, and had ended up being asked to present on the topic later in the class. You'd thought it was a specific interest, but it seemed you didn't really know his full interest spectrum. Here he was, walking nearer and nearer, his voice filling the words well enough that they hadn't only been practiced. He knew these words backwards and forwards. Turning to him, you picked up in the song where he'd left off, knowing the lyrics by heart.
The mask that hid most of his face was confusing to you. This wasn't a masquerade and you knew Yesung was good looking. He wasn't specifically dressed up as the Phantom of the Opera, but he looked the part due to the mask. You curtsied deeply as he arrived in front of you. He outstretched your hand and you couldn't help but take it. As he ushered you onto the dance floor, your eyes widened. The music that was playing on the loudspeakers was no longer the dance music they'd been listening to previously, and the entire hall had gotten quiet. It seemed the dance floor was emptying out as the song continued to play, growing in intensity as you began to move to Music of the Night. You couldn't help but look up at him as he sang along, his voice rattling around in your head until you knew you had to sing as well. You danced together, voices mixing to fill the space. He didn't speak a single word or made any attempt to learn more about you. It was only his eyes never leaving yours that made you know that he was there for you.
The song ended and you dipped into another curtsey, the crowd that gathered around exploded into applause. You closed your eyes, smiling softly, but when you'd stood again, Yesung was nowhere to be found. You'd turned, confused, and gone back to your friends, but it only lasted a minute with them until the gloved hand grasped yours, and you were walked out onto a balcony area. There he was, standing there in the moonlight.
He reached up, removing the mask, and he stepped closer, a hand grasping the mask at his side, the other clasping your hand in his.
"You are my music, a muse for the ages, and more than I could ever attempt to have or be, however, I can't ask you to leave your world for mine. I'm like a broken gem in the midst of the most perfect stones. I'm second best, and you deserve to have the very best, regardless of where you come from." His words slowly sunk in, but by then, he'd left, once again. What had he meant, second best? Because he's the shadows of a group of bright stars? It didn't seem like a good enough answer, and you followed his rushing form, grasping his wrist.
"Share with me, the music of the night..." Tagging my readers:
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