"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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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍!?;
Feet planted on top of the wooden coffee table, body slouched back into the fluffy brown couch his family owned, and a bowl of the familiar cereal Lucky Charms resting against his chest as he used one hand to hold it up and another to feed himself with a metal spoon. His dark brown eyes were blown wide as he stared at the television with fascination. His stuffed cheeks were stained with tears, occasional choked sobs leaving his body as the movie he watched had only continued to get more depressing the longer he watched it. Beside him in the infamous recliner his grandfather sat with just as much interest; his own bowl of the cold food resembling the same position as his grandson's. He was more angry at the movie than sad though.
"This is bullshit!"
The elder man shouted when watching the woman on the screen run into the arms of a badly influenced man and kiss him passionately. Jisung quickly looked at the older and gawked in disbelief.
"Grandpa!" They looked at one another and Jisung smiled at how irritated he looked. "Such foul language."
"I don't care!" He raged while placing his bowl down on a nearby stand that held a lamp. He stood from his chair and waved his fist at the television. "She needs to go back to the other guy! The one who treated her right, and not that douchebag!" Jisung's grandfather sighed and waved at the movie in defeat. "Oh whatever. I'm gonna go take a nap."
Jisung watched as the older man grabbed hold of his wooden cane and turned to waddle to his bedroom. A giggled slipped, a head shake following as he returned his attention to the dramatic movie still playing. It was now of the same woman yelling at the guy she kissed only a scene ago. It made Jisung silently agree with his grandfather's sudden burst of opinion; but then he was swayed when remembering how good looking the bad boy was. The blonde didn't dwell or watch the movie for too long after, considering a light knock sounded at the front door. And whoever was on the other side wasn't patient as the knocking had gotten progressively faster and ever harder each passing second. Jisung couldn't help but roll his eyes with a groan at the unnecessary pounding. He really didn't want to be disturbed on his one day off. Especially after the unfortunate unclear answer of Hyunjin only a couple of hours before.
But eventually he did get up.
He placed his fuzzy sock cladded feet back on the floor, then replaced the empty table space with his half-eaten cereal infested bowl. He wanted to strangle whoever was attacking his door mercilessly. And he almost did when he finally swinging the white barrier open, but stopped when taking notice of who stood before him. It was three people actually, all with beaming smiles.
"Hey Jisung! That hot guy from before is on your doorstep."
It was Felix who spoke, deep voice filling the once quiet air as he pointed behind him. Changbin who was next to him, didn't hesitate to smack his boyfriend upside the head out of jealousy. It lead the two into a small argument, fighting their way past the blonde and into the house. Jisung rolled his eyes for the second time that afternoon, before placing those same brown irises on the final person who decided to visit him. It was Hyunjin; and he looked exactly the same as he did when they saw each other earlier.
