Dance With Me

BY : Ian
Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Dong Bang Shin Ki
Dragon prints: 481
Disclaimer: DBSG belongs to SME, not me. I am making no profit. I do not know the people about whom I am writing. This story is a work of fiction.

Dance With Me
by Stevie (poopsmcgee420@gmail.com)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Romance, Songfic
Pairing(s): YooSu
Warnings: Teh ghey.
Word Count: 1064
Summary: Junsu begins to wonder whether his feelings will always be so one-sided.
A/N: Though this really could be just about any two people, it is supposed to be Junsu seeing Yoochun. Song is 3 Libras by A Perfect Circle. Thanks to all my oh-so-dedicated reviewers, I really lub all of you guys.


~Threw you the obvious and you
Flew with it on your back, a
Name in your recollection
Down among a million same~

So I wasn't the only one who loved you. But I was the only one who knew you, besides him. Thousands of fans screaming so loud I'm sure I'll go deaf, each throwing themselves at you, each more than willing to love you, but not one of them catches your eye that night. You are looking at me, smiling. Not because I have caught your eye more than them, though. But because you know me, like I know you. I am familiar.

You are the only one that knows me.

I suppose I have made it apparent. I suppose you would have to be stupid not to realize, because everyone around us has. But you have not mentioned it, not to accept or reject it. Perhaps because you are still so damaged. Sometimes I manage to forget I am not the only one who has ever known you. I am sure you never forget him. I am sure you often remember the moments you shared. Sometimes I wish I had someone like him to reminisce about. But I only have you, and it is killing me. It kills me that you are the only one who knows me, and you don't even know it.

I am sure you have realized by now how I feel. But who hasn't at some point approached you in that way? Am I any different than any one of our fans? Am I any less desperate? Sometimes I wonder. I am just a face in the crowd when it comes to my feelings. Will I ever be anything more?


~Difficult not to feel a little bit
Disappointed and passed over
When I look right through
To see you naked but oblivious
And you don't see
Me~

You are, to me, everything. You know now how I feel, but you do not see the way I look at you when your back is turned. Your back, it seems, is always turned.

You laugh easily these days, a light sound escaping you in short bursts that make me smile. I am forced to wonder how genuine this laughter is because though I see you at your happiest, I also see you in your darkes of moments. Your eyes display a kind of sadness I've never seen before in a person and it is at these moments that I realize how truly I know you, how deeply. None of the others have even the slightest clue, but I see your pain as clear as though it were my own.

Do you see my pain? I hurt when you hurt, bleed when you bleed. But I hurt on my own as well. Do you see? The depths I have reached of late are much further down than I've ever felt and this worries me.

But I worry more for the sadness I see in you. I wish I could take away your pain, take it into myself. You know, I would, if I could. I would suffer twice what you do, if only to assure myself you will no longer feel that way. I try to tell you this without words, with just my eyes, but as usual, I find your back is turned.


~But I threw you the obvious just to
See if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy~

I remember the days when your eyes shone pure happiness, so often directed at me. I remember when you seemed strong and infallible. I remember when you seemed whole.

Back then, I would never have dared to risk letting my feelings for you show. We had everything going for us, both of us, seperate and yet somehow together. Now... now I just want to assure myself you're still there inside, beyond the sadness. I want to see the old light you once shone. I want to know for a fact that you have not built your walls so high no-one will ever be able to come inside.

What happened to the carefree soul we all once thought we knew? What happened to the beauty you used to possess so flawlessly? The others see the carefully constructed facade you put up each day, and they believe it. Am I really the only one who can see you? Will you ever see me?


~Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see, see through it all
See through, see you~

Each day that passes shows you sinking deeper. I wish you would reach out for me, ask me to help. I can't help you unless you ask me to. I've done all I can. It's your move now.

Do you even know I am here? Do you see my hand extended, my heart on my sleeve as I reach for you, waiting? Perhaps I am to hopeful, perhaps even risking this much was just too hopeful. But what choice did I really have?

In the end, I suppose I always knew... I am just a face in a crowd of admirers, one in a million. Unseen. Am I to accept this fact as the truth, to give up on you completely? How can I? But how can I not? And will this choice be made for me, or will I forever be left waiting, waiting to make this choice on my own?


~Oh well
Apparently nothing
Apparently nothing at all
You don't, you don't, you don't see me
You don't see me at all~

I used to see fire in your eyes at the sound of this music, at the sight of my body moving to this beat. I feel the rhythm through to the deepest part of me, the part that holds all my knowledge of you. I sway. I throw a glance your way, and for a change your eyes are on me. But your eyes hold no fire, no passion. Not like they once did.

Somehow I make my way to you and my hand is held out to you, almost casually. But I know you know better. There is nothing casual about this.

Dance with me.

I am not disappointed when you turn away. Because you have done exactly what I expected you would. I am not disappointed, no, only shattered.

I want you to look my way, smile, take my hand. But I do not expect it, that would be a foolish expectation. I am left wanting. Waiting. I will always wait for you.


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