Swan~ TaeJin ~

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He wanted to dance. Since the day he could walk he wanted to dance. He loved to put his body on motion, loved to feel his muscle clenching and relaxing. Loved his curves to be shown perfectly. He wanted to dance since the first time he heard a song. He wanted to feel the song with his body. His love for dance never died even when his parents especially his father buried him with books. They wanted him to be a lawyer, doctor, businessman or whatever but not a dancer. How could he earn money with dance? How could he handle his life like that? How could he inherit their business with dancing? How could he?
Absolutely he couldn't do those stuff with learning dance. He studied so much, he wanted his parents to be proud of him, but once they fell asleep at nights he would close the books. Put on his headphones and dance. He danced and danced in front of the mirror of his bedroom. He grew up with this schedule. Mornings till midnight being the son his parents expected, midnights till mornings being the human who's soul expected. He was happy with this plan. He just wanted to dance in no matter. He wanted to dance for himself. In his eyes, he danced beautifully. In his eyes he was perfect. In the mirror of his bedroom, he was the best dancer in the world.
But when he signed in for dance group of his college, it was when he understood he knows nothing about dancing. He was shy. Years of dancing in the bedroom and not showing to anyone lowered his self-confidence. He was shy and his legs were wobbly. Others noticed. Those were great dancers mostly majored dance. But he wasn't good. He wanted to learn ballet, hip hop even techno and waltz. But he couldn't even dance Base and simple moves. He never gave up, still, nights were his best times when he was dancing. He was confident at nights, he was the perfect dancer ever but in the mornings when he had to attend dance club of his collage he was the worst dancer. He remembers the first time he danced. It was some months before. He danced in front of others. He was shy and trembling. He danced, closed his eyes when he felt uneasy. Sweat drenching off of him. His legs like jelly. He tripped over his leg and fell down. He remembers the laughter and pity of other dancers. He remembers those days. He only lasted in that dance club for only three months before giving up.
He focused on his studies. He studied and studied but still, nights were his dance time. He graduated business major from his university and he was still dancing at nights. He never skipped a night. He watched dance videos and danced. He never tried to show his dance to other people. Never ever mentioned he liked to dance. He smiled happily and satisfied when his father retired himself and handed the huge business to him. He was satisfied if he could dance at nights. He had to be satisfied. This dance passion in him was only for his own eyes. The moves he made and his curving whatever about dance was only for him.
But still, after years of years working, after being 30 years old successful businessman. After achieving his parent's dream still, he danced late at nights. He never tried to be in a relationship, never wanted someone to ruin his night plans. Never wanted someone else to see him dance. He was 30 years old successful lonely businessman with a passion for dance.
He signed the paper. He smiled, smiled with relief. Finally, he did something that satisfied him. He read the paper again. Supporting a dance group. How could he not? He remembers a month before he got an email. From someone unknown about dance. He was surprised when he saw the dance word. His business was not related to dance at all. The email writer wanted to support. Their dance group was good but without financial support. Seokjin answered the email, he asked the person to send him a video.
The person did. He sent a video of five minutes. It was five people in black clothes and black masks. They started to move slowly when the music started. Slowly and delicately. The song was beautiful and their dance was suitable. They danced so delicately. So beautifully, the way they moved their hands through the air. The way their body was moving smoothly. They danced and connected their hands when the music finished. He was mesmerised. He loved it, he loved them. It was the best dancer show he had ever seen. It was beyond words, the boys seemed heavenly. Like angels. He answered the email fastly. He effort a huge dance stadium for them. A place with seats in front of the stage.  And in another room, a practice room walled with mirrors.  He sends a contract letter to their address. A contract  Which effort three years of financial support for the dancers. The dance stadium for them besides salary for each of the dance team, and even supporting supplements. Actually in one condition, a condition which he wished them to accept. He wanted to see their practice once a week. They accepted fastly. Signed the contract and sent the letter back to him. He looked at the signed contract. He was wondering when could he see them?

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Hi guys. I can't believe I'm writing my fourth story. I hope you'll like and enjoy it.
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