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sighing, the door closed behind his back, another man having walked before him with just as much frustration and anger as he had, but in taehyun’s case you could also name it disappointment and an unwavering want to give up. each passing day he was more convinced that the idol path wasn’t meant for him, that he just bit the bait to sign the contract, but that he will see his own hands being eaten by artrosis than debut. it was just not worth it at all. even less when the recording sessions and producing hours became a series constant fights with the producer. taehyun felt like he was letting them destroy his music, the only thing that remained in the chaos of his life. they were taking it away from him.
maybe he should just turn into a producer instead of actually debuting, maybe that was his thing. behind the scenes, not really making it to the headlines but still making a nice living out of music. that sounded so delicious it made his mouth water. but for now, he had to stick with the fights, the disagreements and the silent plead to just let him go home.
it was not easy either if you mix in the fact that he crossed path with his ex-members. he didn’t want to remember them as what they were: his family he never knew he deserved. it was less painful, easier for both parties to get over whatever happened between them. taehyun learned the bad way that if people stuck with him, they would get hurt. that’s why when he sees siwon walking down the hallway of the company building, does what he’s been doing for years, bowing a small hi and fumbling with his phone. as if he had someone to text, he made it so that he hadn’t in the first place.
but what was a surprise was the violent tug at his sleeve, enough to make him turn around eyebrows up and eyes widening. “what the fuck?” he mumbled. normally, when he was pulled like that, it ended up with fists against faces involved
