"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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𝐓𝐒𝐊, 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃;
He could hear it; the loud pounding of someone knocking. The noise was repetitive, steady and at a volume that could easily startle. It was done by the small knuckles of Felix, his deep accented voice then following with the shouts of breakfast being ready. The Australian hadn't gotten a verbal reply, but more of a physical one—a fluffy pillow being thrown at the wooden door. Jisung had done it; taking it from under his mess of blonde hair and not hesitating to hurl it towards the person who dare interrupt his sleep. He even did it blindly, eyes squeezed tight as he could only hope that he aimed it in the right place. And the irritated frown that he once possessed was soon lifted into a satisfied smile upon hearing Felix shout something along the lines of leaving and that there was no need to get aggressive. Then it was quiet again. The only noise being the faint chirps of nearby birds from outside the window, and even the soft wind that occasionally whipped by the tree leaves. It was calming; corresponding perfectly with the warming sun that descended down on him. It was enough to hopefully put him back to sleep—for him to spend an extra few minutes in the soft satin sheets and cuddled up close to a resting Hyunjin. But with the obnoxious disruption preferably known as Lee Felix, he now found himself wide awake. It was why he couldn't help the groan that slipped past his lips, small fingers reaching up to rub at his sore eyes.
Hyunjin had shifted, body turning completely to the other side so they no longer faced one another. Jisung watched him do it; getting comfortable with his arms being used as a replacement pillow, and the thick blanket being discarded somewhere near his waist. His long black hair was a tousled mess, most of it falling into the sight of his shut eyes. Jisung licked at his seemingly chapped lips before scooting closer to the taller and wrapping his arms around him. He dug his face into Hyunjin's neck, leaving the faintest of kisses. He even entangled their legs, taking notice of their length difference and how short he really was compared to the ravenette. It made him chuckle, his voice vibrations tickling the burning skin of Hyunjin; to which the taller couldn't help but whine at.
"It's time to get up" His voice was hoarse. It actually burning in the tiniest when he tried to clear it. "It's already..." He trailed his sight over towards a nearby night stand. Sat upon it was a vintage lamp, Hyunjin's charging phone, and an alarm clock. The plastic box had presented bright red numbers, showing that the day was quickly approaching to a set time of ten o'clock. It took Jisung off guard, as he was never really one to sleep in for so long. "-ten. Come on."
The ravenette had whined again, this time mumbled phrases of still being tired coming deep from within his throat. And goodness, Jisung would never be able to get over how attractive he sounded. It was low and raspy; it was serious and intimidating. Just thinking about it the blonde could feel himself starting to get hot. But understanding that right now was not the best time, he just gave a scoff in return before detaching himself from Hyunjin. He sat on the edge of the large bed, feet dangling as he searched the floor for something to put over his naked chest. But from all of the strewn clothes scattering the once clear floor, it was quite difficult. Especially since the morning sun still struck him, his eyes not completely adjusted just yet.
