"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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𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐀;
While leaning forward on the small couch his family owned, his jaw dropped so he was allowed to express a loud and tired yawn. He brought his small hands to his face, gently rubbing at his dark brown eyes knowing they were red from staying awake for so long. After being dropped off by Hoseok, instead of going to his bedroom and falling asleep like planned, he decided to spend the next few hours rewatching one of his favorite dramas. He didn't even change out of the clothes he wore throughout the day—he just collapsed down on the sofa with a large sigh, scrolling through television channels lazily. He believed he lost track of time, too focused on the pitiful girl not being able to choose between her career and a guy she just met. So he wasn't too surprised when he seen that the time slowly creeped into the next day at a solid twelve o'clock.
With droopy eyes he searched for the black remote that controlled the television, a tiny grin stretching on his face when feeling the item in the crack of the couch. He fumbled around with it before pointing it at the flat box that still blasted a show, before slamming his thumb down on the power button. The screen slowly faded away until there was no more sight or sound of a crying girl. It left Jisung in a deafening silence, causing him to realize how tired he really was. He could have fallen asleep right there on the fluffy couch if he really wanted to.
Eyes coming to a close, and body effortlessly falling to the side so he was now laying down. He looked uncomfortable as his arms dangled off the couch, the remote slipping through his fingers as it fell to the hard floor with a clash. His lower torso was still in a seated position; and he was definitely going to have a cramp in his side if he stayed like so for any moment longer.
His constantly buzzing mind eventually came to a pause as he began to drift away into a dream-like state. It's just unfortunate that the euphoric feeling only lasted for a few minutes before he was being jolted awake by the harsh pounding at the front door. At first he believed it to be his imagination, eyelids again closing when not hearing the same knock after a few quiet seconds. But when the sound echoed through his pierced ears once again (this time being followed by a muffled voice) Jisung couldn't help but groan. He was cursing at whoever dared disturb him so late into the night—or more so early in the morning.
Jisung was going to ignore the person on the opposite side, hoping they would just go away; but as the aggressive knocks only continued to increase, he finally got up. If he didn't answer the door now, his father would storm out of his own bedroom groggy and angry. And frankly Jisung much rather not hear his aggravated father at the moment.
"Alright! Give me a second!"
The dirty blonde shouts it with a croaky voice. He assumes the stranger heard him as the knocking had suddenly come to a halt. That or the person officially gave up and decided to go home. Jisung must have been too optimistic, because as he trudged his way to the front door and unlocked it with weak fingers, he was fooled to see the stranger still on his porch. But it wasn't just a stranger who came to annoy his family at an insane time; no it was Hyunjin. The same confident business man who managed to make Jisung go weak in the knees from something as small as a glance.
