"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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𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃;
He planted a delicate yet chaste kiss upon his sleeping grandfather's cheek, before dashing past his father who sat not too far away on their brown cushioned couch. The pair didn't spare one another a glance as they were once again angry with each other. With Jisung coming home late yesterday and not being able to attend to the eldest male of the family, Mr. Han had decided to give an encore to his endless rants about how his son was irresponsible. The euphoric smile Jisung once possessed that night instantly dropped into a frown, all happiness that Hyunjin gave him only hours before taken and crushed in the calloused palms his father owned. And it was probably why the dirty blonde didn't sleep all too well that night. He instead trained his teary eyes on the blinding full moon. His mind was corrupted with negative thoughts, only wishing that he was more like his cousin. Someone who couldn't ruin things even if he tried.
Eventually he did fall asleep. And when he woke up, he instantly began to curse at himself. He was at least half an hour late to his job at the erie and compact convience store; to which with each minute that passed, he was losing money for his next pay check. Jisung was never one to be unorganized and careless when it comes to his work. He was always two steps ahead. But at the moment he felt as though he was now five backwards.
And it didn't help that while he lifted his bike up from beside his house, the tire had run flat. A loud frustrated groan escaped as he kicked at his only mode of transportation. He immediately regrets that decision though when pain shoots from his toes and up his body (until he was hopping on one foot while clutching the other). Bystanders would have thought he went insane for throwing explicit words at an inanimate object, while also stomping around like an upset toddler.
"I'm screwed. So fucking screwed" Jisung pouted. He stalked his way back to his front porch, taking a seat on one of the wooden steps. He placed his head in his hands, mumbling incoherent degrading words to himself as he tried to come up with a plan. "Maybe if I call and say I can't make it due to a family emergency, he'll understand?"
"Who'll understand?"
Jisung removed his smaller hands from his face, right eyebrow raising as he looked at who asked such invading question. He wasn't surprised to see Hyunjin standing before him with a teasing grin and his usual conceited expression. He looked handsome as always, lean but muscular body fitted nicely in a dark blue suit. He slowly stepped closer with his designer black leather shoes, his perfectly combed raven-colored hair swaying along with the movement. Jisung couldn't help but roll his eyes in annoyance. Hyunjin showing up was now another problem he had to get rid of.
"This is why I didn't want you driving me home" Jisung stood and met Hyunjin halfway. "You can't just show up uninvited" He placed his hands on his hips, licking his lower lip as he once again looked over Hyunjin's expensive outfit. "What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have business related things to do?"
