"I've lied for you, and I liked it too."
-
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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘;
He threw his head back, eyes squeezed tight as his heart shaped lips parted to release his obnoxiously loud laughter. His nose was scrunched up, and his body shook with each belch. And when finally taking a deep breathe in, he lurched forward as much as the black seatbelt would allow him to, palm coming in contact with his knee for a slap. Within the corner of his eyes faint tears could be seen—him only wiping them away when he had finally came down from his fit of extreme amusement. And as he looked at his now damp fingers, (ones coated with his clear tears) he heaved giggles in between his struggle to inhale and exhale oxygen. His squeals were the main source of sound that floated around the cheap car; if it weren't for the quiet tune of a random song that played from the stereo. And the more he looked back on the joke that was said to him only a few seconds prior, he noticed that it wasn't as funny as he thought it was. Maybe he was just a sucker for bad dad jokes? Because in the driver's seat (Hwanwoong who had been the one to say such corny pun) only gave a lipped smile, his own little chuckles being heard because of how hilarious Jisung had managed to find it.
"And we, are, here..." Hwanwoong says as he glances at the blonde's average-looking home. With his palm pressed on the steering wheel, he twirled it around so he was able to effortlessly turn the tires of his vehicle, him pulling into the house's driveway. "Your home sire."
Jisung playfully rolled his eyes as he undid his seatbelt, waiting for it to completely contract before he moved another muscle. And once it was snapped back into place, he reached for his black duffel bag that sat on top of his feet. As he fumbled with the strap with his left hand, he opened his door with his right. It just wasn't until he was taking a step out of the car did he turn to look back at the other. Turns out the pale male wasn't even looking his direction, too busy staring down at his phone; a small device that had been vibrating every few seconds because he had gotten a new text message. Jisung could tell how hard it was for Hwanwoong to restrain himself from picking up his phone and respond back to whoever it was. It was why Jisung had just proceeded to exit the vehicle with a head shake and a scoff.
"And you scold me for not telling you about my love life" He leant down so his head was able to be seen through the still open door. "Hey," Barely catching the attention of the other, the pale male gave a hum. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
Hwanwoong mumbled: "yeah", to which Jisung found himself snickering at. He didn't bother trying to speak any further, knowing it would go right over the other's head. So instead he just closed the car door—making sure it was aggressive before turning around to stalk off towards his front door. He didn't need to look to know when his coworker had left; already knowing it was immediately after due to the sound of rocks and battered concrete being crushed under the thick rubber tires. And with the echo of an engine being pushed past it's limits, Jisung smiled at the idea of Hwanwoong speeding away.
