"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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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍;
He was expected to be smiling; to be grinning from ear to ear with excitement. As he walked through the famous glass doors that were abnormally tall, he should have been looking around the building's administrative department with a slack jaw and eyes as wide as silver platers. From just the first floor alone he already knew that the Stray Kids work establishment would be positively amazing. As soon as anyone walks in, they're met with a long marble desk that held three beautiful woman behind it—black headsets on, and freshly polished nails clicking against the keyboard while they talked in a sickening sweet voice. And above is a gigantic crystal chandelier, brightening up the room, even though the large windows that were engrained into the walls already provided enough sunlight. To the left there looked to be a few business offices, a group of men chatting outside the doors—them actually sitting on a stainless white couch that was pressed up against an adjacent wall, which looked to be for visitors who were allowed to wait. Then to the right were two elevators; a fire escape staircase; and the typical gender separated restrooms.
Jisung should have been like the other new employees, rushing to the bathroom because they were undeniably anxious. His stomach should have been twisting in knots, his excitement being too much for him to handle. But with complete honesty, as the blonde allowed his round eyes to travel around the humongous first floor, he was animus. His small hands clutched his duffel bag strap with an unusual amount of strength, plump lips contorted into a frown, while his typically sparkly dark brown eyes were now dull with a hint of gloss coating them; as if a barrier to protect how he was truly feeling. Even though he was finally in his dream work place, Jisung could only hate the structure with his entire being. And all because of the person who owned it.
"This was a mistake Jisung. I'm sorry."
He had said it while the blonde was exiting the car. After sharing a rather intimate moment, Hyunjin dropped him off home. The ride was quiet, regret seeming to easily force itself upon the tall business man, all while Jisung couldn't hide his toothy smile and flushed cheeks. They even held hands over the console. Oh how the shorter felt an immense amount of happiness within that moment. But then Hyunjin had to ruin it. Just as Jisung was grabbing his belongings and new gifts, the other had to go and crush what was left of his healing heart.
"What?"
Never has Jisung been so confused. Not even when Minho had confessed to their relationship being a dare all those months ago. The blonde remembers how his chest tightened yesterday, fear almost immediately striking him. He was hoping that Hyunjin was talking about something else, anything else. But the inevitable truth was revealed only seconds later. He had explained that what they had done was wrong, and that it should never happen again, nor should it have happened in general.
