Bella Vita: a Tale of Love (CNBLUE Jung Yong Hwa x Song Hye Kyo Fanfic)

Episode 01: "One-Way Ticket"

Lee Yeol, feeling the contagious excitement in the air, decides to join. He raises his hand and walks up to the stage, guitar in hand. The crowd claps encouragingly as he takes the stage. He feels a rush of adrenaline as he looks out at the sea of expectant faces.

Strumming his guitar, he begins to play. His charming voice fills the air with just needed groove, captivating the audience. The crowd enchanted, drawn in by his captivating performance. A foreign passenger sitting in the table near the stage, an elderly woman, turns to her husband and whispers, "This young man's voice is incredible. It's as if he's pouring his heart out through his music."

After his performance, the ship's entertainment manager, a man named Mr. Park, approaches him. "That was quite a performance, young man," he says, impressed. "I am Mr. Park, the manager here, how would you like to perform here every night, until we arrived in Europe?"

Lee Yeol, surprised and delighted, accepts the offer. Offering his hand for a hand-shake he said; "I'm Yeol,.. I'd be honored, Mr. Park. Music is my life, and I can't think of a better stage than this," he replies, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

As the ship sails from Korea to Italy, Lee Yeol's life takes a turn he never expected.

At his Cabin;
After his successful performance, Lee Yeol retreats to his designated cabin. It's a cozy room with a comfortable bed, a small desk, and a porthole window that offers a view of the endless sea. He sets his guitar down and sits on the bed, his heart still racing from the night's events.

Looking around his new space, he thinks to himself, "This is my new home, at least for a while." He can still hear the faint echo of applause in his ears, the memory of the night's performance bringing a smile to his face.

He walks over to the porthole window and looks out at the sea, bathed in the silvery glow of the moon. The sight is calming, the gentle waves whispering tales of adventure and mystery. "Here's to a new chapter," he murmurs to himself, raising an imaginary toast to his reflection in the window.

Settling into bed, he can't help but replay the evening's events in his mind. The excitement of the performance, the applause, the offer from Mr. Park... it all feels surreal. "I did it. I really did it," he whispers to the silence of the room, a sense of pride swelling in his heart.

As he drifts off to sleep, he thinks only about the journey ahead. The ship will be his home, the stage his platform, and the sea his constant companion. He's eager to see what the future holds, ready to face new challenges and experiences.

As he closes his eyes, he makes a silent promise to himself. "I'll make the most of this opportunity, not just for me, but for my music."  With that thought, he falls asleep, the gentle rocking of the ship lulling him into a world of dreams.

The next morning, Lee Yeol wakes up to the gentle rocking of the ship. He stretches, his muscles aching pleasantly from the previous night's performance. The reality of his new life brings a smile to his face as he rises from the bed.

He walks over to the ensuite bathroom, peeling off his shirt as he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His reflection shows a man motivated by his passion, by his dreams, his eyes sparkling with newfound purpose. He steps into the shower, the warm water cascading down his well-toned body, washing away any remnants of his life back in Busan.

The steam fills the room, the droplets on the glass creating an ethereal atmosphere. He runs his fingers through his hair, letting the water wash over him as he mentally prepares for the day. His thoughts drift to the journey ahead - the performances, the applause, and the new cities. He's ready for it all.

Stepping out of the shower, he wraps a towel around his torso, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. He takes a moment to appreciate the tranquillity, the calm before the storm of excitement that the day promises.

Feeling refreshed, he gets dressed and makes his way to the deck. The morning air is crisp, the sky a brilliant blue. As he leans on the railing, looking out at the endless sea, he whispers to the wind, "This is for real, I guess,.. I am really headed to a new chapter..." With the sun shining on his charming face and the wind in his hair, he's ready to embrace whatever the future holds for him.

For the nest 45-days, his trip from Korea to Europe would involve crossing the Pacific Ocean, going through the Panama Canal, then across the Atlantic Ocean. It's a long but incredibly scenic route, with stops in places like Japan, the USA, Caribbean, and finally Europe. Though, there might not be a direct cruise line from Korea to Europe initially, the foreign cruise he boarded owns several satellite cruise company that makes it easy for passenger who might need to take a combination of cruises to reached Europe.

After almost a month of performing into the cruise ship, Yeol finally arrived in Europe. Upon setting foot at the Stazione Marittima, the main ferry terminal in Venice (Italy), Yeol was instantly captivated. The terminal, bustling with activity, is a gateway to the city's winding canals, ornate bridges, and colourful buildings. The air is filled with the aroma of Italian cuisine, the lively chatter of locals and tourists, and the soft melodies of Italian music floating from nearby cafes.

"Venice, 예쁘다 (yeppeuda) you're a beauty," he murmurs to himself, taking in the sights and sounds. He feels like he's stepped into a different era, the city's vintage charm creating a sense of nostalgia.

At a wine pub – in Venice;
Later that day, he finds himself in a quaint wine pub. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, with a vintage Italian vibe. Classic Italian songs fill the air, performed by a local band. He enjoys the music as he watch and immerse himself in the authentic Italian experience.

As the evening progresses, he discovers an underground club located beneath the pub. The club is a stark contrast to the warm ambience above. It's darker, the atmosphere heavy. Despite the lively music and flashing lights, there's an underlying sense of desperation. He notices women dressed in provocative attire, their smiles not quite reaching their eyes. It's clear they're not here by choice, but circumstance.

Among them, a woman stands out. She's an entertainer, probably(?), reading tarot cards for the club's patrons. She's beautiful, but there's a sadness in her eyes that tugs at his heart. There's something familiar about her, something that reminds him of home. It's then that he realizes - she's Korean, just like him.

Their paths almost cross when he walks past her table. He's about to approach her when the pub manager, a burly man with a stern expression, calls her over. He speaks in rapid Italian, a language Lee Yeol is not familiar with.

"Michaela!," the manager's voice cuts through the music, his words a blur of foreign syllables to Lee Yeol.

He watches as she rises and walks over to the manager, her posture straight but her steps hesitant. Though he can't understand the words, the tone of the conversation is clear. It's tense, the manager's harsh voice contrasting with her soft replies.

He sees her nodding, a forced smile on her face, but her eyes... her eyes tell a different story. He feels a surge of anger, an urge to intervene, but he checks himself. He doesn't know her, not at all, he doesn't even know her story. But he can't shake off the feeling of unease. He whispers to himself, "Something's not right here," his words lost in the noise of the club.

Eventually, he loses sight of her as the pub manager took her with him inside one of the private room, where patrons are waiting for more entertainment, and whatever happened next, is unknown to Yeol. He just then decided to leave as the night deepens.

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Original Fan-Fiction by BU
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