"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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𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄;
Hyunjin said his name with confusion. His tone was soft; so light that if something as small as a pin dropped it would have been heard. And Jisung didn't need to turn around in order to know that the ravenette had his face twisted. His thick eyebrows creased inward at such an intensity that he would form severe wrinkles. His thick red lips being pursed as if he had nothing to say, but in reality his mind swirled endlessly. The blonde also knew Hyunjin had a nervous tick. It being whenever he got anxious his fingers would desperately search for something to play with. And if there was nothing within reach, his lanky hands would trail through his black locks repeatedly until it was a frizzy mess. This time the business man subconsciously fondled with the few silver rings he had put on earlier that morning as a stylish accessory. He swirled them and took them off just to put them back on. Hyunjin hadn't known exactly what he walked into, but judging by how Jeongin glared evilly and Jisung refused to turn around, it obviously wasn't good.
"Hey, what's going on? Jisung why are you here?" He finally gathered his courage, it leading him to now stand beside the two men. He at first glanced at his fiancé, getting no answer but a scoff. Then he looked at the short dancer. His head was still down, dirty blonde locks falling so it covered how his eyes trembled. Actually his whole body did. He shivered as if he was freezing; even if the weather was far from chilly.
Had Jeongin did something to him?
Hyunjin reached to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Han?"
That had done it. Jisung found the strength to pick up what he allowed to go limp only minutes prior. He felt the pain that it took in order to raise his head, the weight being almost as unbearable as his chest. He had done a lot of thinking while leisurely staring at the cold concrete. Most to do with how he couldn't believe that he was experiencing such heart break again. Months of trying to repair what was already battered and bruised, was stabbed mercilessly soon after. He felt like an idiot. How could he have not known? He should have been familiar with the signs. It was funny though. He remembers when Hyunjin told him that he should never cry over him; that he wasn't worth it. Yeah, he was right. He wasn't. It's why he found it so comical. It was ironic—to now find himself desperately trying to hold back his salty tears. So when they finally locked gazes he smiled. It was wobbly, wanting to twist into a frown and shed the thick droplets that threatened to spill over. He saw how shocked the taller looked, obviously wondering why he looked to be on the edge of crying.
