Swan~ TaeJin ~

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"I'll send you his address right now," Jimin said. Seokjin rubbed his temples.

"Thank you Jiminah" Seokjin whispered.

"I hope you'll work it out. You too we're getting along so well" Jimin said firmly.

"I will try to. Thank you again" Seokjin said before hanging up the phone. He waited for Jimin to send address before driving there.
Seokjin was extra stressed when the boy ran out of the building mindlessly, dropping his satchel. Seokjin knew what Taehyung heard wasn't so fabulous words to be heard. He could understand Taehyung may saw Seokjin targeting him as his next fuck. But was it the truth? Absolutely not! The second Seokjin felt emotions toward Taehyung he stopped meaning up with Kisang. And he never saw Taehyung as a hookup option. Taehyung was his dream, he was the person Seokjin looked up. For his dance, for fighting for dance and a lot of tiny details of Taehyung deserved to be admired.
Seokjin parked in front of a tiny apartment. He checked his phone to see if he was in the right place. He entered the building which had no elevators so he walked upstairs for three floors. He saw the door that according to number belonged to Taehyung. He knocked on the door gently, like the door was a fragile piece of Taehyung. No answer came. He knocked and pressed the bell. He did it many times but still, there weren't any answers. He was getting worried. He punched the door.

"He is not home yet," someone said. Seokjin turned around to see the old lady from next door.

"Oh... Okay... Thank you for informing me" Seokjin said. He sighed with relief as he sat on the stairs next to Taehyung's door. He was sick worried and nervous. Facing Taehyung was hard and Seokjin didn't know how to explain. How to talk about his feelings and his dreams and his life and his tiny yearning for having Taehyung close. So close, closer than any human beings Seokjin had around. He longed for a warm house and sweet meals. He desired Taehyung and he loathed being alone.
He didn't know how long passed. One hour? Two hours? thirty minutes? Or five minutes? But he stood up as he saw a pair of shoes which weren't worn properly.

"Taehyung listen..." Seokjin said as Taehyung grabbed his satchel and took out his keys. He opened the door.

"Come in" Taehyung whispered sad and broken. Seokjin walked in. The inside was cosy and so much homier than Seokjin's luxury penthouse.

"I thought what we had was real," Taehyung said. His lips curving down and trembling slightly again. Seokjin walked to him, Taehyung stepped back.

"It was... Taehyung I didn't play with you... I never meant to hurt you, " Seokjin said. Taehyung looked at him before tears slid down his face.

"What Namjoon hyung said... Was it right? You slept with Kisang... You liked his body while dancing. Your eyes on me the whole time watching us dance... I thought it was admiration... But was it because you wanted to find your next dancer fuck?" Taehyung said. Harshly for Seokjin. He never wanted to hurt anyone.

"It's not true Taehyung, ..." Seokjin whispered. Taehyung was on fire.

"Why me Seokjin? Was I easy and dumb enough to get? Why not Jungkook, Hoseok, Jimin? Why me? " Taehyung said loud and harsh.

"I always saw you as my younger brothers Tae... I wanted to help you... I wanted to root for you, " Seokjin defended. It was really his true intention.

"Was I your younger brother in your office?" Taehyung snapped. Seokjin's eyes grew bigger. Taehyung was really discrediting every moment they shared.

"Taehyung it was you who started it... You are angry now... I understand... But please don't put me that low. Even hooking up with Kisang was more his consent than mine. I just liked him and he was the one offering it" Seokjin said.

"Oh, so dancers are whores all over you? Do you see us like that? I must have known why you accepted supporting us without hesitation" Taehyung said. Seokjin only stared at him. He didn't know what to say. His only sin was hooking up with Kisang. And that was because he didn't want to be in a relationship. He didn't want anyone to invade his privacy he had in his dance room. And now Taehyung saying these things. Seokjin was offended. Offended way a lot to stay there so he paced back to the door not daring to look at Taehyung before hopping out of there. His hands were shaking and he was feeling his pulse on his neck. He was fierce and furious. He never let anyone speak to him like that. Seokjin knew the situation Taehyung heard was awful and almost disgusting. He understood the rage overtaking his actions. But he couldn't stop his heart from breaking too. He couldn't stop himself from hurting. When all of his intentions for the dance group was to lift them somewhere Seokjin was coward enough to not step toward. He didn't want to use them. He didn't even want to get close to them. He just wanted to watch them dancing because that was what kept his soul and spirit alive. He rested his head on stirring wheel. He needed to calm down before driving. He hadn't been this anxious for quite a while. He tried to keep everything stable and steady in his life. And this stable zone caused him giving up on his dancing dream and distancing from people. So if keeping his life and Taehyung's life meant to give up on the dance group a lot. He would sacrifice and forget about them. He couldn't completely forget because still, he had to support them. But this support will include only financially and exclude every emotion involved actions. Yeah. That's the right decision.

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If you were considering Swan to be fluff. Sorry that it's not :(
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