As the dancer moves across the stage, the audience watches with collective breaths held.
She moves so fluidly, much like a flower swaying in the breeze, that the thousands of people whose eyes are locked on her moving body are watching in awe at how much grace and poise one human being can possess.
"She is so dedicated to the dance," one of the audience members says. "Look, she's even moved to tears from the pure, raw emotion of this."
"She is truly one of a kind," another one responds as their eyes follow each twist and turn of the girl in the black dress on the stage.
If only they knew those weren't tears dedicated to the emotion of the song.
Those are tears of agony - tears of a girl screaming for help.
But no noise comes past her lips; nothing ever comes out.
Not when he is controlling her every move.
When he is around, she is nothing more than a marionette.
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Marionette | BTS ✓
Fanfiction"Dance for me." She is a dancer. He was a dancer. When he asks to be her mentor, he won't take no for an answer.
