"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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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏;
He could feel his eyes flutter close the longer he laid there. His small body was curled up into a ball, legs pressed up close to his chest. He used the pale thigh belonging to his best friend as a pillow; the Australian at first protesting, but then giving in when noticing how distressed Jisung really looked. Felix even carded his thin fingers through the other's locks of grown out blonde hair, gently massaging his scalp in hopes of soothing him to a peaceful sleep. At first the two sat on the small twin sized mattress to talk about their problems, (most of which came from Jisung) but then the air around them settled. And now it was just the older of the two basking in the sweet hums of his friend, which eased the ache that effortlessly attacked his head.
Unfortunately just like every other lovely moment Jisung has ever experienced, it had to come to an end. And this time it was because Felix had gotten a text message. There was no doubt that it came from his boyfriend; asking where he was and when he was coming back. The two were inseparable. It's probably one of the main reasons why Jisung never gets to spend time alone with Felix anymore. Once Changbin came into their lives, it was more of the blonde being a third wheel than actually a part of their little group.
"Sung?" A small hum came from Jisung's sore throat. He mentally prepared himself for the lame excuse that was about to come. "I should be heading home now. Changbin said he needs help preparing dinner."
Jisung opened his eyes to look at his alarm clock that sat on his desk not too far away. The grey box had bright red numbers on the plastic screen—and those digital numbers brightly displayed the evening time of five-thirty. At first the blonde was going to complain about how it wasn't nearly as close to the average dinner time, but that rant was thrown right back in his face. The pair had sat within his room for hours, trying to ease away the indescribable suffering he's been feeling. So it was only rational he let Felix go home.
Sitting up briefly, Jisung allowed for the Australian to remove himself from the bed, before throwing himself right back into the comfort of his sheets. He even wrapped his figure in his fluffy blankets, snuggling up close to the large pillows he owned. Felix watched the other wrap himself like a burrito, letting out a giggle from the sight.
"Do you need anything before I leave?" He asked it with a head tilt and warm smile. Jisung gave a silent reply by shaking his head. Felix nodded and approached the bundle he called his best friend. He leant down and left a quick peck upon his forehead. "Alright then. Make sure you rest, eat well, and no practicing" Jisung pouted. "Later Sung."
The blonde didn't reply as he trailed his sight after the other who left his room in only a few steps. In a way Jisung was glad that he was all alone now. With his father at work and grandfather taking his daily rest, the youngest member of the family would be able to take a needed nap as well. He knew it wouldn't be too hard either. His dark brown irises were already drooping close from exhaustion, body going limp into the warmth of his cotton sheets. Except the silent nature was too good to be true. Just as Jisung could feel his mind drift into a world of imagination, the crash of reality woke him up. It was through angry yelling and the slamming of a door.
