"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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𝐖𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓;
The agonizing scream of a woman echoed throughout the television speakers, matching the terrified expression she wore. She had tears in her eyes from the way she was crying out of fear; her desperate need to get away from the serial killer who had already slaughtered her friends. She had a few gashes that dripped her irony blood—the slices being scattered, from a large cut upon her forehead to a leaking wound that was on her calf. Her once golden blonde hair that was styled beautifully for a party she had attended only hours prior was now disheveled; it corresponding with her once reserved outfit now being covered in mud and that same staining red liquid. Her body shook as she looked to be trapped within a corner, hands being raised before her as if it would magically stop the tall murderer from coming any closer.
But as all expected, the man with a large knife only continued on. Then it wasn't long until she was shrieking out once more, everything going silent after. The woman had been killed off, her throat being slashed within one swift movement. Her once protruding hands now grasped at her neck where blood gushed effortlessly. It was a lame attempt to save herself, because only seconds later she was falling to the floor dead. Felix found himself rolling his eyes at the dramatic scene. He could honestly say that the horror movie the group of four watched was terrible; as the acting of the characters was atrocious, and the props being used could clearly be seen as fake to anyone who had eyes. And upon witnessing the dead woman not being able to play her roll properly (because her chest was still rising and falling to show that she was breathing, to which the non-living didn't do) Felix had to reach for the black remote and push the power button. It wasn't until the screen shaded black did the room erupt with groans and protests.
"Oh come on Lix! It was just getting good!" Jisung whined. He even raised one of his limp arms, lightly slapping the other on the thigh. Felix repeated his previous eye roll, dismissing the way the other two men agreed.
"No, it really wasn't" He looked at his best friend with a blank stare. "The acting was absolute trash, and I swear I seen the camera man in the mirror of the car scene."
"You didn't have to watch it" Changbin then replies with a chuckle. He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him closer. He also nuzzled his nose into the crook of the younger's neck, relishing in the sweet smell of vanilla before giving the spot a soft peck. Felix clicked his tongue as he pushed the shorter away. Changbin held a look of hurt when seeing the Australian deny his affection, who instead stood to his feet with hands placed on his hips.
Felix bit at his lower lip, the same thick piece of skin being released when his mischievous smirk had grew into a smile. His brown eyes sparkled even though the room was dim; no lamps being on, so their main source of light was the descending sun that hid behind the horizon. He even gave a terrible rendition of an eyebrow wiggle, eyes fixating on Jisung who stared back with concern. He never did like when his best friend gave a wicked grin. Last time he was given such look, the two were kicked out of a bar for an exotic disturbance. So it was only natural that when the Australian went to reach for the blonde's wrist, Jisung desperately begged for him to leave him alone.
