A Series of Chance Encounters

Second Encounter: Dance Dance Revolution

Saturday

-I GIVE YOU LOVE, YOU GIVE ME ENERGY, WHEN I'M DANCING ON STAGE YOU MAKE ME FEEL FREE, TENDER DEVOTION AND DESIRE, GIVE YOU EVERY NIGHT-

Jung-Woo jumped off the metal dance pad. His (well, Tae's, really, but now it was Jung-Woo's, he wore it more) rabbit hat waved to the newly acquired audience with its floppy ears from the force of the movement.

The game, going at a speed of sudden-death for a single misstep, failed Jung-Woo as soon as he jumped off the mat. The audience let out a disappointed "AWWWWW!", many of them verbally wondering why the "cute girl" suddenly quit when she had a combo of almost 1,000 perfect going for her.

The truth was, Jung-Woo didn't like the attention. Attention made things difficult. The crowd parted for him, though he got more than one proposition (if you could call it that) from a group of guys. Jung-Woo, true to his character, didn't even acknowledge their existence.

It wasn't until he had fully broken through the crowd that he noticed a vaguely familiar blond, standing back and watching the game. A momentary pause of eyes meeting in a sweeping gaze across the scenery. So brief only the most practiced at human observance could notice.

Kun Kung lit up his cigarette as Jung-Woo walked by without further acknowledgment or recognition. The rabbit hat beckoned Kun to follow, ears flapping, but Kun ignored it.

Jung-Woo slid through the river of people like a fish through water, the human masses parting around him. He was an outsider, wherever he went. "Politely detached" was how he described it to himself. Even with his 'friends', like Yang Me, the closest person he had to a friend. She still knew very little about him, and that was how Jung-Woo liked it. Observe, but do not be observed. Things were going just fine until ...what was his name... Tae's boyfriend's henchmen went after him, looking for an easy picking. Jung-Woo was quite the badger. He'd walk away no matter how much you'd insult him, avoiding a fight, but when physically cornered him and gave him no way out, you'd better be prepared to lose a limb.

Then the attention started. But it wasn't that bad. The fights he could handle easy enough. It was after he got back from the week Tae impersonated him that things started to get really bad. Somehow, she'd made him... he shuddered at the very thought of the word... popular.

'Just give it a few more weeks, it'll blow over,' Jung-Woo thought to himself, and resolved to not worry about it. After all, worrying was pointless, and as the saying goes, "Fortune favors the fool."