"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 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓;
A smirk aligned his lips upon hearing the sound of a groan and drunken stumbling. Already knowing who carelessly made noise throughout the quiet house, Jisung didn't even bother removing his attention from the many papers that were displayed before him. They all related to the billing the small family needed to pay off in a certain amount of days before there were consequences. Even if it did cause him a headache, he knew he needed to read each letter and calculate how much money they owed. So far they were behind at least one hundred dollars.
"God my head hurts" It was Hyunjin. He had finally found his way out of Jisung's bedroom and was now lazily dragging his body into the living room. His eyes were hooded, but that didn't stop him from looking around the home in confusion. "And where am I?"
"My house."
Jisung removed his attention from the stack of bills and gave a tight-lipped grin at a pained Hyunjin. The ravenette raised an eyebrow before trudging his way to sit beside the other on the fluffy couch. He moaned at the striking towards his skull, forcing him to rub his temples with pressure. He was hopeful that the pounding would go away, but just his luck, it had only gotten worse. Jisung chuckled at the other before pushing over a glass filled with water and a pill bottle. He already assumed that Hyunjin would suffer through a hangover issued migraine, and pre-grabbed some medication. It casually waited at the edge of the coffee table for him to use once he had awoken.
"Thank you" The appreciation was short and simple before he was desperately shoving three of the white circular pills down his throat. He also gulped down the small cup of water as if he hadn't drank in years. And once he was finished he threw his body backwards, relaxing into the soft cushioning of the sofa. He closed his brown eyes and sighed. "I'm never drinking again."
The blonde sitting beside him rolled his own dark irises. He collected all of the printed papers and stuffed them into a ripped envelope. He would just return to the many bills once Hyunjin left. For now he found it best to get some answers out of the person who looked to be falling asleep all over again.
"Why did you drink so much in the first place?" He tried to hide the worry that came naturally when once again thinking about the other driving while intoxicated. "And how did you get here last night?" But that concern easily slipped away when he twisted his face in disgust. "And you owe me new Pokémon socks, considering mine now have puke on them."
Hyunjin waved him off with a hum. It wasn't hard to tell that he wanted to be left alone—but it being Jisung, the blonde was anything but considerate towards a headache caused by too much alcohol ingestion. Instead he turned his whole body around so he now faced the other.
