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my liar • seongjoong (ateez)🌚

Theme: Hongjoong is a compulsive liar but Seonghwa loves him and is willing to help him with his problem.

**Being a compulsive liar isn't something I'd say I am proud of. In fact, this is the worse thing that anyone could do, so I'm not in any shape or form boastful about this flaw. It's terrible to lie in general, and even worse if the deception just pours out of my liquid mouth with a sort of elegance it's not supposed to have.

Lying to my boyfriend everyday shouldn't have been easy. No, not easy at all, but the fact is that it was. It was because I'm a compulsive liar and have been since I learned to speak. I was dropped when I was small and this is the cause of that. Every time I lie, I apologize after. That's the only way Seonghwa knows it was my condition causing me to say something so extreme that wasn't true.

The first week I met the love of my life, I told him everything about me. That I had a condition that caused me to lie about my life and what I liked. Seonghwa told me he understood and learned everything about me. I couldn't directly tell him but he was good at reading in between the lines. I fell in love with him that week.

The first time we met, we were at a festival common friends invited us to. I was only invited for my stories but that was okay. I was the life of the party with my shitty lies, but Seonghwa saw something in me. He saw deep down, past the lies, into my soul who I truly was. For that I am forever grateful.

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"I screamed at the old man, obviously on accident, because he stole my red Bugatti. What kind of old man does that? Jeez, how hard is it to just get my car like a regular valet person." I rolled my eyes like everything I said was the truth. It wasn't. Never was.

Under my breathe, I apologized to no one in particular, but Seonghwa heard me. He smiled a little at me from across the table we were situated at. I smiled back, and when everyone got into their own conversations, he got up and gestured me to follow him.

I didn't know what to expect. Was he calling me over to tease me or hit me? The only thoughts that would come to me were always negative because it's what happens with someone like me: A liar. But he didn't hit me or call me a bitchass liar; he smiled at me and stepped closer. I was at a loss for words. He was beautiful up close like this. His eyes were deep, melted chocolate, and he smelled absolutely amazing. All I wanted to do was have him engulf me in his arms or the other way around. Whatever he wanted only if I got to feel his skin against mine.

"Do you always lie like that?" I immediately replied with the opposite of truth, and he chuckled. He stuck his tongue out, running it across his dry lips in the most sexy expression I've seen. The, now, wet lips looked plumper and definitely more kissable in the dim light of the festival lights. "Baby, I know you would never yell at an ahjussi like that."

I blushed a deep shade of red when he was speaking more truth than I do in a year. He wasn't touching me, but I could feel his breathe fan across my cheek. It was weirdly soothing and cooled my cheeks a bit. He was so close; and for some odd reason, I wanted to feel his lips touch mine.

"Are you flustered?"

"No, not flustered at all," I lied pushing away from our close proximity. This wasn't supposed to happen tonight. I wasn't supposed to be lying about stuff other than my well-thought-out stories next to the clown tent. How fitting. [🤡]

"What a liar we have here," he wasn't appalled like most people. He was smiling. Smiling directly at me, and all I could think was that he was going to be mine. And I was going to be his liar in a matter of weeks. Watch.

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Part 2 smut after fluff??? And I'm just gonna not say why I was gone for so long because... yk suspense and shitttt. PLUS YOU CAN FUCKING REQUEST PEASANTS FOR MORE SHIT DUMBASSES