"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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𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒;
He had to squint when reopening his eyes, a bright light from a circular lamp hanging above him. It dangled with a slight sway from side to side whenever the cold air conditioning had blown too hard. He felt as though he was being blinded, so he raised a hand to hopefully block out most of the beaming white rays. He then shifted in his spot, coming to the conclusion that he was laying down. The surface he laid upon was hard, and an irritating sound of paper crinkling was heard every time he moved. When sitting up he almost immediately regretted it, a strike of pain shooting through him and attacking his head mercilessly. He slapped his hand to his forehead, drawing circles with his palm as if that would help ease away some of the pain. It didn't; seemingly only making it worse. So with a groan he lazily slumped his aching limbs back down on the uncomfortable makeshift bed, head turning to the side when the same lamp had pierced his eyes for the second time.
With blurred vision that slowly cleared, Jisung looked around at his surroundings. The room he was trapped in was small. What he presumed what was supposed to be a bed was leant up against a cream colored wall, giving him full access to glance at the few other items that were placed within the room. Directly across from him was a marble counter—a metal sink with a tall and curved faucet built within the middle of it. And brown wooden cabinets were both above and underneath the counter, filled with what he could assume was medical supplies. Taped onto the walls were posters reminding visitors to wash their hands and how to properly sneeze in order to not spread bacteria. A singular blue cushioned chair was placed beside the bed, unoccupied. And only a few inches away was a trash can, clearly moved for Jisung's convenience. He believed that he was in a hospital; but there wasn't any technology to show his heart rate or medical condition.
Jisung didn't think too hard about it, his head beginning to spin all over again. And he could feel his stomach start to turn. He was thankful for whoever dragged the garbage can closer; as vomit threatened to spill at any moment.
"He just needs proper rest" An unfamiliar voice could be heard from outside the wooden door. And Jisung assumes the person was talking to someone else, but they were unheard due to distance and the thick barrier. "It'd be best if you leave him be."
It was quiet for a moment and then shuffling sounds were made. It was of feet getting closer, and then the silver door knob twisting. Jisung craned his neck to see who had slowly opened the door, his curiosity wanting to know what happened to him; and how long he's been asleep. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when noticing a woman peak her head in. Upon seeing Jisung awake, she smiled beautifully and stopped her once leisurely movements, (in an attempt to be quiet) to now spring in joyfully. She looked to be as tall as him, olive skin glowing from the bright lights. As she approached, she was gazing down at the plastic clipboard that was trapped between her slim fingers, causing her strawberry colored hair to fall within her face. But once stopping in front of a dazed Jisung, she glanced back up, moving those strands from her gorgeous brown eyes.
