love is only a feeling | minsung

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Look, I love her curves,
But what's more preferred
Is the way she articulates words
<3

Loud music had always been a pet peeve of jisungs. Simply because it stopped his thought process and he felt like he was speaking gibberish when he spoke over it.

The club was truly not his preferred scenery. But here he found himself every Saturday night with his boyfriend's coworkers, sitting at the table while they danced the night away.

Jisung watched as they moved together on the floor while he sipped his drink at the bar. Nothing truly on his mind other than the fact that he wanted to leave.

Sometimes peace and quiet was something more enjoyable than loud bustling scenes like this. That's who Jisung was. He was quiet and collected. Unlike his boyfriend, Felix, who was loud and outgoing.

Jisung had only agreed to the clubbing every Saturday night because Felix had begged him. He'd stood firm on the fact he didn't want to do it until Felix didn't speak to him for a week. That was when he gave in.

Jisung sipped the drink in his hand, swirling the few ice cubes inside as he sighed.

The song ended and Felix came running back over to Jisung out of breath and sweaty.

He used to like that look on him.

"That was amazing!" Felix called out and hung over jisungs shoulders with a big grin, "why don't you ever dance with me Sungie?"

Felix drunkenly peppered kisses along jisungs neck when he was done speaking and giggled as he pulled away.

"I don't dance," jisung said simply and pecked Felix's lips when the other leaned in.

"But you dance so good~" Felix whined softly.

"I don't-"

One of Felix's coworkers stumbled to the bar and knocked over one of the stools and the other's attention was immediately on him. Any attention towards Jisung was immediately discarded as Felix began laughing and yelling over the new song playing. Saying how crazy his friend was for drinking so much that he stumbled.

"Oh!" Felix said and jumped up and down, "this song is so good! Come on!"

He dragged the friend away and they returned right back to where they came from, leaving Jisung once again without a care in the world.

"Kind of shitty, isn't it?" A voice came from behind Jisung and he turned.

Standing there was a tall brunette in dark clothes. His eyes were sharp and dark, a nose that could put Greek gods to shame and lips that could kiss a million scars away without trying. His body was lean, toned and very attractive in the most stereotypical way.

"What is?" Jisung asked as he eyed the man up and down.

"Your boyfriend," the man said as he sat down beside Jisung and nodded at the bartender, telling him what he wanted before turning back to him.

"He's perfect," Jisung said and shook his head with furrowed brows.

"In what sense?"