*This will just be the first half of the song. I'll upload the second half another time.*

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Aren’t you frustrated, trapped inside this small box?

          Key sat on his broken, unmade bed, eyes fixated at the door at the corner of the room, his legs angled uncomfortably as it dangled off the edge. His lips were chapped and dry, his eyes weary and tired. He had been trapped in this small, cramped room for as long as he could remember, and he was beginning to lose all hope of getting out. He sighed softly, shifting his position slightly, the sudden movement making his legs go numb as the bed groaned in pain. He ran his fingers over the white – now yellow - wife beater given to him by his captor since the day he was captured. He scoffed a little at the irony. Kim Kibum, the diva well-known for his wittiness and his fashion sense; now trapped in a small room with an old wife beater and completely nothing to be witty about.

Isn’t this world, crashing with waves, difficult?

          He sighed again as he closed his eyes and attempted to get some sleep. He felt sick, to say the least. He laid back down on the bed and snuggled in his thin, worn-out blanket.

          Click. Click. Click.

          The sound of footsteps he knew anywhere attacked his ears like an unwanted companion. His eyes snapped open and his ears perked up. Bolting upright from his bed, he winced a little as the sudden movement further aggravated his throbbing headache. He could care less about it now, though. Cowering to a corner of the mattress, Key ignored the creaks and groans of the protesting bed, his mind completely fixated on the incoming guest – only that he was not a guest.

          Suddenly there was silence. Key held his breath.

          The door creaked open, a gust of cold wind hitting Key on his bare shoulders, making him shudder. Key squeezed his eyes shut, trembling as he heard footsteps slowly making their way to his bed.

          “Key.”

          He shivered when he heard the smile behind the voice, the same voice that used to sing him lullabies every day, now haunting him, giving him nightmares every night.

          Onew.

I hold your snow-white shoulders, I wind up the spring

          He felt a pair of soft, delicate yet vicious hands rest upon his collarbones, squeezing it gently, yet harshly. Key slowly opened his eyes, his eyes rested upon the man he used to love, now a monster. There was an undeniable lust in his eyes. Key knew what it meant.

          “Dance for me, Key.”

         The room fell silent for a moment, and then Key slowly stood up. His legs wobbled slightly as he staggered to the center of the room – his stage - clutching his aching head while turning to face the man now sitting in his bed, the smile still imprinted on his face. Onew never kept his gaze off Key. His mouth still twisted into a sick smile, his fingers slid over to the cassette he had placed on the bed and hit the ‘play’ button.

Spinning and spinning it turns, this song for me

          Lifting his hands and legs painfully, Key emerged into a slow dance. In the past, he never used to dance slow songs. He always thought that they were boring and uninteresting. He liked to dance fast, rapid songs, songs that can show off his iness and abilities. Stealing a look at Onew, he seemed to be satisfied with it though. Whatever, as long as it makes him happy, Key thought. Even so, he could feel a bit of sourness in his heart. Dancing used to be a hobby, a passion. Now it was just a chore.

Spinning and spinning it’s so slow, melodybox just for me

          The song was slow, Key’s moves were slow. He had been dancing the exact same song for the past few weeks now, he could practically dance it in reverse. Onew seemed to be obsessed with this song, this dance, somehow. Key didn’t know why, but he knew he hated it. So much.

Spinning and spinning, how dizzying

          It’s the finale now. Key knew he was supposed to do some gracefully cool spin on his heels, but his headache had gotten even worse and his legs were tired. Taking in a deep breath, he tried to spin like Onew wanted, but his head told him that he failed. Shutting his eyes tight, he anticipated the fall, yet it never came. He felt a muscular arm wrap around his waist, guiding him back to the bed. Opening his eyes weakly, he was greeted with the same, creepy smile of Onew’s looking down at him.

          “You did well.”

          Onew placed Key gently on his bed, covering him with a blanket as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. Key felt his heart speeding up like it used to. How he missed those light, innocent kisses – he hasn’t had them in ages. For a moment, he felt that Onew still loved him, but he quickly brushed it away. Slowly, he felt his eyelids succumbing to fatigue, his head throbbing a little less violently now. For that short few moments, nothing could be heard except the unsteady breathing of the duo.

          Before he drifted off to an uneasy slumber, he could have sworn he heard Onew whisper.

          "Sleep well,"

"My orgel."

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Heh sorry guys. I had to split this into two sections because it was kind of long and I wasn't done with the other half yet. Writer's block, you know? Hahahaha. This is the first half of the song, and I'll be posting the second half someday soon I guess? Hope you guys like it! Please comment! Thanks! <3