"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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𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍;
He bit down into a ham and cheese sandwich, eyes and ears focused on the dramatized story that his coworker Hwanwoong was spewing from his thin pink lips. From what the blonde could recollect, it was about how the taller's friend named Seoho had slipped into a mud puddle. His hands were being flung every which way as he described who was doing what, and what happened after. And he must have been extremely passionate about the story because his eyes sparkled in amusement while his lips were twitched up in a pleased grin. Occasionally he would stop to take a bite of his own lunch, (it being a salad drenched in Italian dressing) to which Jisung would say his own comments or even ask a question. It would only make the pale boy lean forward in his seat and give even further details about the embarrassing scenario.
Jisung found himself chuckling along with his newest friend, swallowing what was stuffed within his cheeks. And just as he heard Hwanwoong shift the topic of conversation, his phone had began to vibrate against the metal table the pair sat at. The once black screen had brightened, flashing the caller I.D of Hyunjin. It not only caught his attention but the taller's as well; him raising an eyebrow as he read over the name. Within that moment Jisung was lucky he had changed the contact name to something more discrete; it being Idiot with a red heart beside it. He could feel his cheeks flame up as he slowly became flustered at the questioning eyes and snarky smirk being thrown his way. The blonde could already see the teasing questions that were being conjured up within Hwanwoong's head. He just wasn't able to say any of them, because Jisung was already answering the call he was receiving.
Just as he placed the black cellular device up against his ear, he could hear the attractive voice of his secret affair; Hwang Hyunjin. And he didn't miss the failed attempt at an eyebrow wiggle from the pale male across from him. He could feel his whole body suddenly get hot.
"Hey Han" Hyunjin sounded to be in a rush, hasty ruffling being heard in the background. Jisung wasn't able to get his own greeting in before the older was speaking again. "I'm gonna have to cancel tonight. I have a meeting to go to."
Jisung was quick to whine.
"That's the second time this week."
"Yeah I know, and I'm so sorry" His once quick blurt of words were halted as he released a deep sigh. Jisung could picture him running a hand through his black locks, it being a habit of his. "But I'll make it up to you. This weekend we can go and do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want you say?" He was grinning cunningly. Images of possible options flashed through his head; most of which ended up with them behind the locked door of his bedroom, and having to stay as quiet as possible so they won't wake his grandfather.
