"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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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑;
Squinting at the harsh sun that shined its rays of light down on him, Jisung stepped out of the public building with slightly damp hair and a tight grip on his latest pay check. He wasn't too far from the doors, his fellow coworkers also leaving with a white envelope that held a smaller slice of paper—it being signed with a large number and the cursive signature of their boss. Jisung could hear them give him farewells for the day, but he was too focused on ripping open his payment for working at a community pool. A small grin appeared at the corners of his lips as he gazed over the grey check. He would have enough to contribute his portion towards the many bills (that were stacked on the family coffee table at home) and still be able to buy something new for himself. He's been meaning to buy some more clothes.
So with a sudden wave of happiness washing over him, Jisung scurried his way over towards the side of the building where a parking lot was displayed. The large amount of concrete (with barely visible white lines every few feet) crunched under his dirty sneakers as he walked. He occasionally kicked a few rocks that were formed from the crumbling of the years old created ground. It was his limited source of entertainment while he took the needed steps in order to reach his bike, which was lamely chained to a rusted pole. He shoved the torn envelope into his duffel bag that hung from his shoulder, then bending the slightest to begin putting in the four digit pin that released his bicycle from its restricted position.
He could hear the engine of a car slowly creep up from behind him. The blonde took a quick glance at the vehicle (making sure he was out of the way) before returning his attention back towards unlocking his own mode of transportation. The same dark car kept driving at a steady pace, the black tires crushing whatever was in its way. Or that was until it stopped beside Jisung. The blonde of course found the entire moment suspicious, having watched too many action movies to know this is where the girl gets kidnapped by some big boss men. Except now Jisung was the one playing the part of a helpless woman who's supposed to act like nothing's happening, and only get a few steps away before she's forced asleep and thrown in a trunk. The short male after finally unlocking his bike chain with shaky hands took another look at the clean vehicle behind him. He was surprised to see the tinted front window begin to roll down.
That didn't happen in the movies.
It was agonisingly slow but Jisung was finally able to see who the driver was. And at the sight of dazzling perfectly aligned teeth, with sparkling dark brown eyes to match the charismatic approach, the dirty blonde couldn't help but throw his hands up with a displeased shout.
"What the hell Hyunjin!?" He pointed an accusated finger towards the other. "You practically gave me a heart attack! Making me think a bunch of big ass men are here to tie me up and throw me in the back seat!" He looked to be throwing a tantrum, arms now crossed as he pouted. Hyunjin found it oddly cute; not being able to hold back a chuckle Jisung immediately glared at.
