"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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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒?;
Clicking the power button and then tapping at the cracked screen for about the hundredth time that evening, Jisung felt himself slowing going insane. He was mumbling incoherent curses to not only himself but to Seungmin. The last item that had been thrown into the cold pool water was the blonde's phone; holding no sympathy for possibly losing all contacts and files that were personal. And as Jisung stomped his foot in aggravation with a groan climbling from the bottom of his throat, he knew the small cellular device wasn't going to turn on. The pool water had surely damaged the interior and ruined all electrical currents that ran through the small box causing it to light up and function properly.
"This is insane" The blonde grumbled as he pushed open the glass doors that belonged to a town store. A store that was specifically meant for the purchasing of brand new or even used electronics. In Jisung's case, it's for the buying of a new phone.
His head was down as he continued to try and get his phone of a few years to turn back on; or at least show some sign of life. And as he was focused on the black device in his small hands, he wasn't able to see the direction he was walking towards, accidentally bumping into an accessory shelf. At the impact Jisung dropped his already ruined phone onto the dirty ground, slim frame wobbling as if trying to stay balanced on his two feet. He had to grab a nearby wrack in order to stay put, but in the process managed to knock over a few cheap keychains. The chaos had the blonde cringing, once again mumbling discouraging phrases to himself—referencing to him being so clumsy.
He noticed the store owner's harsh stare burning deep within him, so Jisung didn't waste another second to drop to the floor and quickly clean up the mess he caused. Unfortunately in his rush to pick up the few key chains, he managed to knock over a lot more; the loud sounds of plastic and metal clashing against the surface of the tiled floor. The blonde closed his eyes letting a deep breath slip past his pink lips.
"Sungie-" The store owner speaks with irritation. It was a middle-aged woman who Jisung knew personally because she was his ex-lover's mother. She adored Jisung, (even scolded her son for hurting such an innocent soul) but absolutely hated how much of a klutz he was.
"Sorry Mrs. Lee" Jisung hastily replies, even sending her a lopsided grin. She shakes her head with a snicker before turning her back on him, and continuing with her previous work.
She placed a sweet smile on her face, wrinkles forming around the corner of her eyes to prove she had laughed a lot through the years. Her once upset mood was shifted into one of happiness as she faced another customer who waited by the counter patiently.
"Sorry about that. You said the mousepad won't work?" She speaks sweetly while looking from the handsome stranger's face to a grey laptop that sat on the glass counter.
