Swan~ TaeJin ~

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"Let's take you to bed, hmm?" Seokjin asked. After long hours of crying and comforting when Taehyung went in slumber, Seokjin took his hand made him stand up.

"Hyung..." Taehyung called with a cute tone. Seokjin chuckled.

"Let's dance Hyung," Taehyung said clinging on Seokjin's collars. Though Seokjin was pale, he didn't know how to react.

"I don't know how to dance Taehyung, I'm not a dancer," Seokjin said. Hoping Taehyung was tired enough to let go.

"Nooooo... You are lying. I saw the dance room... I saw it" Taehyung whined. His hands now wrapped around Seokjin's neck. Seokjin held him by his waist.

"It was an empty room, I don't use it" Seokjin protested with a very lame reason.

"I'll teach you... I know you are lying but I'll teach you if you want" Taehyung said. Seokjin opened his mouth to protest but he couldn't when Taehyung placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Please Hyung... I want to dance with you... Your eyes are so piercing while watching us dance. Let's dance. Only two of us. No one will know." Taehyung said before kissing Seokjin's other cheek.

"Okay, but we will sleep soon, okay?" Seokjin asked. Taehyung nodded innocently before hopping toward the dance room. Seokjin walked there. What if he messes up? Liked he did back in college days in that damn dance club when his knees were all wobbly and weak. What is he gets embarrassed? Seokjin heard music playing when he reached the door. He opened and entered. Finding Taehyung fidgeting with the music player. Taehyung turned to face him, he smiled deeply. It wasn't even familiar to a Taehyung who entered the house hours before.

"What kind of dance you usually do, Hyung?" Taehyung asked.

"I said I don't dance Taehyung" his lies were vague.

"Why you are hiding that you dance?" Taehyung asked, approached closer and wrapped his arms around Seokjin's neck after playing light music. Seokjin sighed. He couldn't run away with the fact that his secret is revealed for Taehyung.

"I'm not confident," Seokjin said curtly. Taehyung lead Seokjin's hands around his waist. Now, they were holding each other. So close, so warm.

"Why?" Taehyung asked, slowly swinging their bodies. So swift and so slow.

"I'm not raised to dance," Seokjin said. Embarrassed to talk more about it to a dance professional.

"What that means?" Taehyung asked. His eyes locked to Seokjin's. So beautiful that Seokjin couldn't resist. He was hypnotised. He was under Taehyung's spell. And right now that his thoughts were blur and unclear Seokjin knew he was under Taehyung's spell since the first time their eyes met.

"My parents were against my passion for dance. I danced only at nights when they were sleep... They wanted me to get their company... In college, I signed for a dance club but when I was there... I don't know... I felt too shy or embarrassed or whatever. My legs weren't moving and I couldn't dance" Seokjin said.  Taehyung wiped the sweat off from Seokjin's forehead.

"So you locked yourself here..." Taehyung asked he had a frown on his face.

"At nights... I couldn't let go of dancing" Seokjin sighed.

"I'm glad you didn't... Can you dance for me? Please Hyung... I wanna see you dance" Taehyung asked. His eyes were puppy like that Seokjin's heart melted.

"Not now... I'm not ready, I have shared this secret with someone after thirty years. Please... I promise I'll dance but not now..." Seokjin pleaded. He had to gather his courage. he had to gather all confidence to dance in front of Taehyung. Taehyung nodded.

"Your promise is enough for me... I'll wait for that day till you get ready" Taehyung said. He rested his head on Seokjin's shoulder and nuzzled in Seokjin's neck. That was when Seokjin realised they were swinging still. So slow, unnoticeable. He felt Taehyung sigh against his skin. Seokjin Unconsciously felt something was off.

"What's wrong?" Seokjin whispered. Taehyung tilted his head.

"What mon révé means?" Taehyung asked.

"It's not the right time to say," Seokjin said.

"Tell me Jin," Taehyung said. How sweet the sound if his name was!?

"Mon révé means my dream. You are my dream, Taehyung. But it's not the right time to talk about it. Not when Seojoon is still in your heart. But know that... You are everything I dreamt." Seokjin said his ears we're burning to be this honest this frank. Taehyung smiled before raising his head and placing a kiss on Seokjin's cheek. Third time in a same day.

"Let's sleep now, " Seokjin said. Taehyung nodded. The music was ended so long ago but they were dancing to silence song. They let go of each other. Everything went cold instantly.

"Can I sleep with you?" Taehyung asked. So innocently so sweetly Seokjin couldn't reject. He held Taehyung's hand delicately. Before walking to his room. He opened his closet room and grabbed pyjamas for himself.

"Wear which one you like," Seokjin said. He saw Taehyung's mouth open.

"Your closet is half of my house," Taehyung said before excitedly searching the pyjamas. Seokjin walked to the bathroom to change. The bigger your house is the more lonelier you feel. He changed and walked out only to find Taehyung starting to the bed awkwardly. He was wearing navy blue pyjamas. Seokjin's favourite. Seokjin smiled and ruffled Taehyung's hair. He pushed the duvet to a side for Taehyung before laying on the other side of the bed. Taehyung laid down too. Both were facing the ceiling. Both were thinking. Seokjin was thinking about Taehyung. His dream. Révé. Seokjin recalled the days his parents forced him to learn new languages. Because he had to be an international businessman after all. He learnt new languages but he loved French more. The language of love and romance. Taehyung moved on the bed. Seokjin stared at him when Taehyung pillowed Seokjin's chest. Wrapped his hand around Seokjin. Wrapped his leg around Seokjin too. Taehyung caged Seokjin.

"Good night Hyung," Taehyung said. He placed a kiss on Seokjin's clothed chest. Seokjin was frozen enough to not utter a word. Not even saying back the goodnight. He nuzzled in Taehyung's hair. How this boy had strawberry scent all the time? His clothes and his hair! Everything was strawberry scented. Seokjin loved it. Loved the feeling of drifting to sleep with this very special strawberry scent.

Seokjin woke up to an empty bed. It was a weekday and he had slept till noon. Maybe it was the most comfortable sleep he had in his whole lifetime. He found a small piece of paper on the other pillow. He rubbed his eyes to see clearly. And he smiled deeply re-reading the paper.

"Mon Avenir, Jin"

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