switch // kth ✓

chapter eighteen

//(Y/N) in body of Taehyung//
Dance practice was stressful. Taehyung danced and I know he was trying his hardest but I just wasn't happy with it. Hana wasn't having it either. She wasn't yelling per say but she did look frustrated and scolded Taehyung. He always missed the counts or didn't do a move altogether. It just looked like he didn't know what he was doing.

"Look, (Y/N). We have a week until the show," Hana pinched the bridge of her nose. "It's clear that you haven't learned the dance to your full capacity. Learn it then we can practice together." She said calmly, eerily calmly. She seemed like she wanted to say more, I knew she did.

Hana grabbed her dance bag and left the room. Taehyung looked like he wanted to say something too, his mouth would open then close. He waited until she shut the door before letting out a groan.

"This is hard," Taehyung whined. "You know I'm not a dancer." He looked up at me with frustrated eyes.

"I know but it doesn't look like we're going to switch back anytime soon. You need to learn this." I pointed out. He just sighed.

"Can't you see that I can't do this? Can't we just drop this dance?" I tilted my head with a furrow of my eyebrows along with it.

"What do you mean drop the dance?"

"I mean not do the competition. I can't do this. I'd only embarrass you. It's just a competition after all." Taehyung shrugged.

"No it's not," I got a little defensive. "This is serious, Taehyung. Did you know scouts are going to be there? This is important to me."

"That just makes it worse. I'm not a dancer." He looked worried, scared even. His eyes wide and all.

My face hardened. "Taehyung! This is important to me. Just like photography is to you." I pointed at him.

He looked to the polished floor of the dance studio. "I don't know, (N/N)."

I let out a sigh. "Tae," my hand travelled to his shoulder, holding it gently. "Let's just take a pause. It's been crazy."

He nods silently, keeping his eyes on the floor. He seemed to be looking at his reflection. I rubbed his shoulder, dragging my fingers down until I got to his hand, taking it in mine. "I'm going to clear my head. Call or text me if anything happens."
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The street was well-lit but the light was brightest on the bulbs on the frame of the door to the café I met Sumin at. I hoped she was there. It was this aura she had, it made you feel like you could trust her.

The aroma of coffee beans and wood was the first thing I noticed once I entered. Then it was Sumin with a apron tied around her thin waist, hair tied up in a messy ponytail with thick framed glasses on, getting scolded to by a customer.

"I said no milk. Whatever, this place is trash. This is why you're all wearing aprons!" The tall man walked off, muttering curses under his breath as he slammed the door behind him.

"Sumin, What was wrong with that man?" I asked with worry in my tone. She rolled her eyes and leaned on the cash register with her elbows.

"A cappuccino with no milk," she sighed loudly. "But he didn't want an expresso."

"But isn't-"

"Exactly, Taehyung! The only ingredients in a cappuccino is milk and expresso," she threw her hands in the air. "I hate this job."

"Why are you sticking around then?" I questioned. She smiled as she thought up her answer.

"Discounts and the pay is okay," She cleaned her hands on her apron. "Want anything?"