"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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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘;
He had his black cell phone lodged between his right ear and shoulder, fearful that it would slip from the loose hold and crash against the tiled kitchen floor. And he would have fixed it to a better fitted position if he wasn't already carrying a large bowl of salad with one hand, and a plate of baked chicken in the other. The food wobbled in his small hands, too much for him to carry all at once—especially since he was more on the clumsy side, and everything could tumble down at any second. It was why he held his breath while rushing to his family's dining room table. It wasn't a big one. Just an average wooden rectangle that was able to fit a maximum of four people. And in the middle of it sat a glass bowl full of tiny useless items he would occasionally find around the house.
Jisung carefully placed the perfectly prepped food down beside the rest, finally releasing the fearful breath that he had stuffed down deep within his lungs. And with the quick freedom of his hands, the blonde removed his phone from the crack of his neck to hold it up against his pierced ear instead. He smiled when the once muffled voice of Hyunjin had became a lot clearer. He was currently ranting about his job, and Jisung not necessarily knowing what he was talking about only hummed with a comment every now and again. It wasn't an ideal response, but at least it had shown that he was listening.
"And then he ripped the contract! Can you believe that?"
The blonde giggled at Hyunjin's distressed tone, shaking his head the slightest to show his amusement. Of course the other couldn't see his gesture, forcing him to verbally respond.
"No, I can't" He laughed again to which the ravenette blew out an exaggerated huff. It sounded as if he was about to trail off into another segmented rant; but his voice was drowned when Mr. Han had entered the room. He looked frustrated. "I'm gonna have to call you back Hyunjin."
"What? Why?" He was whining; dragging his words to prove that he didn't want Jisung to hang up. It normally would have made the blonde roll his eyes and smile, maybe even explain his reasoning behind why he had to leave. But with how furious his father stared at him, all Jisung could really do was press the red button on his phone screen.
"Jisung, you forgot to buy potatoes!" Mr. Han raised a sheet of white paper, his son flinching at the quick movement. He shouldn't have though. It was just a grocery list. He was the one set off to buy the needed food for the little dinner; it supposedly being extremely important that everything was bought. All because Hoseok and his parents were visiting. "You know how much your aunt loves her mashed potatoes!"
