Taehyung, an optimistic, street-wise, charming young man born deaf, meets Yoongi, a gorgeous, educated young boy, who is new to town. Taehyung is smitten but the only problem is that Yoongi is engaged already.
However, in the middle of all this, a s...
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Jungkook
Yoongi found peace in the quiet dance of hands. In a subtle nod, he acknowledged Aehyun's introduction without speaking. Yoongi's smile, which was like sunlight breaking through clouds, relieved the tension for Taehyung. He put out his hand as an invitation to dance with him. Taehyung took it, and even though his heart was beating fast, he let himself be led to the floor easily.
The music got louder, a grand symphony that made everyone in the room excited. It made Aehyun feel vibrations inside him that he couldn't hear but could feel in his bones. With their hands together, Yoongi led him through the first steps. They were tentative but excited as he copied Yoongi's steps.
There was a lot of commotion and color in the crowd around them. But it didn't matter at all. Taehyung and Yoongi looked at each other with locked eyes, and they spoke in a quiet language.
As they got into a rhythm, Taehyung could feel the beats in his shoes through his feet. The world shrank down to the space they were in and the way they looked said a lot. Taehyung smiled back, feeling more sure of himself.
Yoongi's glasses let the light from the chandeliers shine through them and make prisms on his face. But his eyes stayed steady and clear on Taehyung. For him, each step was a word and each turn was a sentence as they talked quietly. The two of them made their way through the crowd, standing out from the others. At that moment, the dance was theirs and nothing else mattered.
Taehyung's world grew with each spin. His steps brought him closer to Yoongi, and as the dance went up and down, their bodies almost touched. He watched as Yoongi's lips moved, telling Taehyung stories that he couldn't hear but could feel through their eyes and the way they moved. They moved around each other as a pair, no longer dancing alone but alone together.
A silhouette of Yoongi's mother stood on the edge of the scene and watched with a frown. Her eyes moved over the way her son and the stranger were moving together. She had lines on her forehead from worry, but she didn't move. She was like a statue in the middle of a moving crowd.
Yoongi could feel the laughter coming from Taehyung's throat through the vibrations in his hand. They looked at each other and smiled at each other without saying anything. The way they moved and looked said more than words ever could. The dance slowed down, and they took more deliberate steps. The music faded into the background as two souls found harmony in a ballet without words.
Taehyung's hands hesitated and moved back and forth between them before they formed words. He fixed his honest and hopeful eyes on Yoongi's. "Meet again?" was the clear message he sent with his skilled fingers.
Yoongi's heart pounded. The fact that he was engaged made him hesitate a bit. But as he stood there, Taehyung's bright spirit pulled him even more. Rather than feeling obligated, Yoongi saw Aehyun's offer and situation as an opportunity.
"Life should be, sometimes, more than a list of duties," Yoongi thought to himself.
He nodded, confirming that they would meet up again. His smile was genuine, a rarity he saved for occasions like this. The warmth on Taehyung's face said "thank you" even though he didn't say it.
In that moment of silence, everything else around them, including the ballroom, the guests, and even his mother's shadow, became less important. They were two souls that were far from everyday life and were only held together by the promise of a bond that would go against the rules. Yoongi's thoughts clouded with all this as the guests went home (aka the guest house). Yoongi was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't pay attention to his mother watching every twitch of his body, every smile that Yoongi didn't know he had on his face.
Taehyung's pulse beat fast. He still felt the dance with Yoongi in his veins; it was exciting and persistent. He paced back and forth across the dimly lit park in the market square, and with each step, Yoongi's presence in his thoughts became clear. He took short breaths, not because he was working hard, but because he was so excited that he couldn't hold it in any longer.
He stopped and leaned against the cool lamp post, enjoying the feeling of its stability against his hot skin. As he thought about the moment from that night—the shared look and the brush of fingers—a smile crept up the sides of his mouth. The memory was like a spark that made them look forward to their next meeting.
Every second pushed Taehyung's mind to come up with a plan that matched the connection he felt. As he looked around, ideas swirled, formed, and then disappeared into the shadows. That dance was very intense. What else could come close? What could capture the essence of what they said but didn't say?
It hit him like a bolt of lightning. His eyes got brighter, just like the crescent moon outside. That would be great, yes. Really and figuratively, it had to be something big that would knock Yoongi off his feet. Something out of the blue, and apt.
With newfound energy, Taehyung walked briskly to his bicycle, making the pebbles on the road squeak with his strength.
This evening, Taehyung would make a gesture that both of them would remember, one that was rich with the unspoken language they appeared to share.
As he stepped outside into the cool night air, the sound of leaves rustling told the stars secrets. Taehyung moved with purpose, and his shape stood out against the moonlit path that led him.
Taehyung's shadow merged with those of the night lights as he snuck through the Jeon Estate's gardens. He took deliberate steps that led him to the small stable that was behind the large mansion. The night was filled with the muffled sounds of a violin and piano duet, which meant the after-party was in full swing. The cool breeze carried laughter and glasses as it went by. Great cover, as Taehyung had known and betted upon.
He pushed hard on the wooden door, and the hinges gave him a soft sigh in return. He walked inside and smelled the musky smell of hay and leather. There were rows of stalls that looked like guards, and at the end was his ticket to an unforgettable night. Each step Taehyung took was carefully thought out as his fingers moved along the worn-down barn.
At the same time, music could be heard in the estate's hallways, under doors, and around corners. The melody was soft and comforting. "Bring back, bring back... bring back my bonnie to me." It was pulling at something from inside the Jeon residence.
A figure emerged from a locked room, drawn in by the song's enchanting melody. It was Jungkook. His steps were shaky but steady, as if the music had invisible strings pulling him forward. He seemed otherworldly, like a speck in this world, devoid of the glitz and glamour of fine china and evening gowns.
