"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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𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐘;
His arm was being tugged on. Thin yet long fingers were wrapped securely around his wrist, pulling every few seconds. It was an action seen mostly done by a child; one that usually came with the begging for their parents to give them a tasty treat, or maybe the newest toy. Jisung would know, he's done it many times before with his own father. He remembers how he would twist his little fingers around the sleeve of his shirt and yank so aggressively that he would have to slap his hand away. And what usually came with his eagerness was a whine. One that dragged out the syllables of each word and was at an annoyingly high pitch. He would even hop up and down if he was feeling particularly bratty that day. But in the end he would always get what he wanted. Now that Jisung thinks about it, the reason his father complied to his tantrums so easily was because it got him to be quiet. And the blonde understands now. He understands, because as he leans up against a metal railing, Chanyeol jerking his arm every which way with obnoxious pleads, his only desire at the moment was wanting the taller to shut those red lips of his. So just like his father used to, Jisung brought two fingers to the bridge of his nose and pinched lightly.
"Just come for a little bit. I'll even treat you after" Chanyeol stuck his lower lip out even further than it already was, big brown eyes becoming spheres as he stared down at the other. And if Jisung hadn't known any better, he would have assumed the ravenette would get down on his knees. It was why he released a sigh, a low groan following not too long after.
"Alright, fine!" He threw his free hand up in the air dramatically. The taller cheered loudly, getting a few stares from any bystanders that lurked around. "But only for a few minutes. And I would like a slice of strawberry cheesecake" He narrowed his eyes up at Chanyeol. He tried to look irritated, maybe even intimidating; but judging by how the ravenette continued to smile wide, he ultimately failed.
"Great! Let's go!" The hand that was still lingering upon the skin of Jisung's wrist had started to drag the blonde to their destination. Of course with Chanyeol's long legs, the short dancer would occasionally trip and/or stumble. It was why he yelped every now and again as they walked. "Minho's already there helping set up."
At the mere mention of the brunette's name, Jisung wanted to stop. He wanted to yank his hand back and say he changed his mind. He couldn't come face to face with his ex boyfriend; someone he kissed only two days prior. It would get awkward. Especially when he has to break the news that everything was done out of impulse. He was emotional and they used to date. It was rational that they shared a moment in the middle of a store, their past love for one another blurring the lines of what was once lies and pain. The same two reasons why Jisung even visited that night. So yeah, he knew that the second they spotted one another it would get weird. It would be best if he just went home. It's why he found himself opening his mouth to retaliate, but then Chanyeol had claimed that they've arrived.
