Black swan

Dream on the sidewalk

*Seokjin's pov*

The man took me in his arms to glide me around the dance floor,  my body melted away,  becoming both more and less than it was.  I was one with the waltz,  one with the dance itself as my dance teacher led with strong manly resolve. I threw my head back a little and my eyes met the majestic chandelier that hung from the old ceiling for a few seconds before facing the man again.

The next move was the hardest for me,  I had to stand on my toes and do three turns.
One,  two,  three...
Suddenly fear took over me,  I lost my harmony with the music,  my body tensed and I stumbled on my own feet almost  falling if it wasn't for my teacher who caught me.

"You're doing well Seokjin,  you just need more practicing."
"That what you said last time Mr. Lee." Jin said looking defeated as he swept the sweat on his forehead.

Autumn festival is next week and he still hasn't got his part of the ballet dance correctly.

"Go home and take some rest.  We'll continue this tomorrow."

End of Jin's pov*
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"Eomma I am home!"  the fifteen year old male announced as he took off his shoes and placed them outside.
The delicious scent of food hit his nostrils which made him forget his burden for a second.

"Eomma ~ where is my pretty queen?" he called playfully while searching for her,  waiting to hear something from her that'll probably end with the nickname "Rose". 

Not that she consider her little man a female but ever since his father left them when her child was only nine years, Seokjin was and still the only rose left in the garden of her life. 
The most beautiful one.

He entered the living room and was  stunned when he was met with the back of a tall bulky man and his mother across him,  tears running down her cheeks.

He immediately ran to his mother and hugged her head.  Still not looking at the man. 

"Is that how your greet your father Seokjin?  That bitch didn't teach your proper manners huh?"

He didn't reply only stayed next to his mother whom seemed really weak and pale.

"Are you mute boy? "  he shouted angrily,  clenching his fist.

"Yah!  You don't dissappear from our lives then come and badmouth my eomma!"  Jin shouted back,  all the anger that was built from the past years bursting and breaking his silence.

"How disrespectful.  But no worry,  I'll teach you manners again. Now go and pack your stuff you little bitch. We have a long road to go."

Jin stiffened once he heard the word "pack",  he hugged closer to his mom,  fear painted on his face. 

"Please don't take him away." his mother pleaded hugging Seokjin back,  her voice barely stable.

"Eomma what's happening?!"  he asked her unable to understand what brings that man all of a sudden and why on seven hell he would order him to pack his things.

"I'll tell you what, I didn't dissappear like you claimed it's your mother who took you and run away from Seoul."
"I don't believe you!"
"After the divorce the judges announced that I get to keep you but that bitch refused and ran away.  So either you come with me or your dear eomma will enter jail for kidnapping."
"Liar!"
"Jinah baby...he's telling the truth... But Please Hanyul, don't take him away from me!" his mother said once again pleading and crying.

His father only smirked.
The fuckin sadist.

That night was the worst,  Jin was forced away from his mother and friends and team in Seoul. 

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He was brought to a bigger house with luxurious furniture and gardens and whatever but he couldn't help but feel like dying from the pain.

His father broke his trophies,  the one he gained in ballet contest,  ripped his outfit for the festival and got rid of basically anything that was related to ballet.

He tried to protest but Hanyul said that ballet is for girls and gays only (if only he knew,  Jin thought) and his son should be strong and manly so he forced him into taekwondo. 

So Jin just sat in the corner and watched his dream burning into aches,  the passion inside him slowly dying.

His father's girlfriend was another different story. Another hell.   She mocked him whenever he wore pink,  constantly bullied him,  treated him really bad..the typical evil dad girlfriend type.

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3 years later:

with years Jin's sight grew weaker and he was forced to wear glasses.  He was also the type to wear baggy clothes,  he found comfort in clothes that hid his body details since he was always shamed for having a "not so manly" body.

While running towards his class he heard a piano sound coming from room 2B,  the familiar melody lured him and his feet were unconsciously dragging him until he was at the door..of the dance class.

There was another blonde haired male,  who hasn't notice him yet. He looked absolutely stunning,  a professional dancer Jin could assume.
His moves were also close to ballet and he suddenly felt a his old wounds opening.

"Yo!" the male waved at him he was a bit surprised but he slowly approached.
"Sorry.  That was rude."
"you're kidding? It's nothing Seokjin."
"You know my name?"
"We're in the same art class you know..ahh that hurt that you didn't recognize me." and he faked a pained expression which made Jin smile.
"I am Park Jimin by the way."
"Kim Seokjin but you already know."
"Tell me Seokjin,  you're into dancing?"
"N-no..why?"
"Nothing.. The way you were looking around the room was a bit weird. It was full of affection I could say."
"Oh...it's a charming room."
"Only the room?"
"Aish,  stop it." he said with a small chuckle while hiding his mouth.

"Anyway Jiminsshi,  nice to meet you but it seems that you are busy and I have another class to attend."
"Which is?"
"... biology after it Taekwondo..."
"You don't...seem like the type who would be interested in this."
"Hah,  I get told a lot. Later Jiminsshi."

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He was late which left him no place but the back seat next to him.
Jeon Jungkook.
If ice was cold than the Jeon is colder.
He is quiet arrogant and rude as well.
Jin'a total opposite. Yet he still...

Seokjin silently sat next to him and started following listening to the explanation.

Minutes later he felt a hand resting on his thighs,  particularly squeezing it,  so he froze not daring to look at his left and tried to ignore it but it only got worse when it went higher and higher...

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To be continued.

First time writing...

Hope it wasn't boring.