"I've lied for you, and I liked it too."
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Han Jisung was a dancer. He spent countless of hours at his cousin's dance studio, moving his lean body to the bass of whatever song played through the speakers. But when he wasn't wasting his life away, (d...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎;
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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑;
"I mean it this time."
His voice was sultry as it left the small gap his smooth and rather plump lips had provided. The airy words said created light goosebumps that traced over the delicate skin Jisung refused to submit; to be marked with the same magenta colored lips that were so close to the shell of his ear.
A light peck could be felt on the blonde's cartilage, before it was then changed into one of a nibble. Jisung harshly bit down on the inner skin of his cheek, clammy hands being raised to push the taller male away from him. It was a weak attempt at trying to escape the suffocating cage that was Hyunjin's body, but at least the hint of separation was given. Jisung wasn't concerned about the baffled expression the other was currently giving him either, too busy trying to regain his composure. He knew he looked a wreck with how his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, along with his chunky cheeks that now stained a deep red from being overwhelmed. His own parted lips were swollen and bruised from the rather unexpected attack Hyunjin managed to place on him only seconds of entering the house.
"Han," Hyunjin used Jisung's surename. It was one of the many things he called the younger when he was about to be bratty. When he wanted something. And Jisung fell for it everytime—gave him whatever he wanted. "I promise this time, Jeon-"
Jisung raised his smaller and slightly chubbier hand as if to signal him to stop. Hyunjin didn't hesitate to obey and look at the shorter with pleading eyes and a jutted bottom lip. The blonde would have laughed in his face about how idiotic he looked (it being hilarious that Hyunjin was a strict buisness man who easily crumbled under the gaze of someone who does but doesn't hate him at the same time) if the current situation wasn't so serious.
Jisung ran a hand through his dirty blonde locks, tugging at them slightly. He pushed himself off the wall he was pinned to not too long ago, eyes landing on the hard wooden floor before back up at the man his heart still yearned for.
