Dance my way to love. {Kwon Ji Yong X Reader X Seungri}

Chapter eleven

You walk out your room to go to the toilet.

"Where you going?" Taeyang asks, pouting from you leaving.

"Toilet." You grin phsycotically.

"Don't do that. It's scary!" Taeyang runs off, waving his arms and legs about like a, I don't even have a simile to describe this.

"Well... That was scary!" You called back at him.

You continued your journey to the toilet, not realising you were leaving a conversation you should be in. Once you had finished your bathroom duties, you immediately arrived back in your room.

"I think her singing is..." You heard Ji Yong whispering.

"My singing is what?!" You put your hands on your hips and stared very intensely, about a minute at everyone.

There was a deadly silence, and you know the saying, if silence could kill them GOD DAMN YALL BE DEAD!!

"N-nothing..." Daesung stuttered, scared that you would end all of their lives then and there.

"Oh really~?" You asked sarcastically, adding a sarcastic smile.

"Y-yeah!" Ji Yong summed up the sentence, hoping it was enough for you to stop questioning them.

"My singing is nothing?" You said, raising an eyebrow.

>>SEUNGRI'S POV<<

"My singing is nothing?" _____ said, raising an eyebrow.

We all stared at her, scared shitless of the event that we all knew would happen. The devil would posses her and we would all go up in blue flames. (Get that? XD)

The silence lingered for a while, obviously everyone was rammaging through their thoughts for a good excuse. But no one had clearly found one that would be good enough, especially with the state we are now in.

"Well? Even an excuse would show respect and sympathy!" She yelled marching out've her room, soon to come back, "and can you all please, GET OUT, of my room to?!" She added pointing away from the door of her bedroom. Everyone, including me, slowly stepped out the room; our heads hanging in shame; our hands swaying side to side, without being controlled and our emotions completely understandable. Right now was one of those moments, those moments when you just don't understand women but are drawn to them so badly.

Unfortunately for me, I guess, this particular women just can not be understood. Or maybe that's just me. I can't tell if she does have feelings for me or just generally sees me as a friend. As the Americans would say, I'm 'friend-zoned', oh how fun.

>>JI YONG'S POV<<

This god damned woman, I mentally scolded _____ for acting this way. I understand the circumstances of being a woman but, really?! Does she have to be this cold-hearted... bitch?! I don't like it. It makes me sad... and I don't like feeling sad.

We are all standing in _____ hallway as she marches away angrily, she's heading towards a room I've never entered. And I've come here quite a few times. She puts her hand onto the door, but, before she opens it she turns around.

"Come on if you want, just don't bother me. I'm going to be working." She says calmly.

Working? Is it an office or something? No it can't be, her job is a dancer. Or does she have a side job?!, questions whiz through my mind. And so does curiousity.

Taeyang and Daesung turn to face each other and smile brightly, extremely excited for the fact they're actually aloud into an unknown room. I just ignore them and run towards the room, unable to hold in my curiosity any longer.

>>****** POV<<

You had just let them into your room, well you'd allowed them access to it. Was that a good idea?, you ask yourself, worried that you have made a terrible decision. You hear the others making their way to your room. You sigh cheekily and just step into the centre of your room. The wall opposite you in covered in mirrors and bars for ballet. You were a fan of all dance. Anything could arouse your urge to dance. You had been dancing since you were little, when you were two, your parents sent you to many dance clubs. So, you've been dancing for about twenty-three years. Quite a long time.

You gracefully danced around the large room. Entering the world you loved so dearly; ignoring all your surroundings. All that mattered was the dancing. You needed to feel them emotions. Love, happiness, glory, proudness, victory. Everything would crash into you, and you enjoyed every hit.

Being in that world which was, for sure, a fantasy, you had no clue of your surroundings thus causing you not know if you were being watched. But that didn't matter at all. Frankly, you loved it, the fact people could see the grace, purity and beauty of dance. They could see the rainbow, whereas you saw the pot of gold. (lel wut happened?)

>>JI YONG'S POV<<

I peeked through the door, just about to make a dramatic entrance leading to a dramatic scene. But I was stopped when I saw ____ dancing ballet. She was amazing. They way she would point her toes, raise her arms but not flap them about. It was a skill, a talent. Something untameable, animalistic, unrealistic. She was proud, she showed it in her dancing, and everyone else was proud. She's come very far.

The others stopped behind me, raising their height by standing on their tip-toes, trying to see what I was seeing.

"She's amazing," I whispered, "a true artist."

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A/N: Endig cuz, yet again, laziness. Also, sorry my chapters are getting shorter, this one was a teeny-weeny bit longer but hey, ho.

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