"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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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐋 & 2𝐌𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖;
With his left hand he fixed the thick strap that belonged to his black duffel bag, readjusting the way it rested upon his shoulder. Then with his right, he reached out to grab hold of a rectangular handle to which he had to pull open. It was connected to a door that was made almost entirely out of glass. And he hadn't glanced twice at the cursive printing that had been plastered on the transparent door, having already seen it over a hundred times. It was the building's name, it written in black ink with swirls and other curvy lines—Bulletproof Boy Scouts. Quite tacky of a name if you asked Jisung. It's why he prefers to shorten it to something much simpler and less childish; BTS. Then under the dramatic splash of calligraphy in tiny font had his cousin's name, Jung Hoseok, before acknowledging the fact that it was a public dance studio. There was even a red plastic sign that had the two sides of open and closed dangling. And with it being sometime in the afternoon, it was only normal to see that people were welcomed in. Jisung took that to his advantage as he glanced back at the three people he invited. He threw them a cheeky grin before entering.
Almost immediately he was struck with the low temperature of a blasting air conditioner. It caused the short hairs upon his arms to stand, all while goosebumps layered his contradicting warm skin. He subconsciously rubbed at his chilly figure before stepping further into the large building. He was walking down a rather short hallway, the harsh thumping of the bass from a song vibrating his sneakers that padded against a black fabric mat. Or that was until he came across an entrance that had a wooden door propped open by a random chair. Jisung could hear small chatter coming from within the much tinier room. And he could safely assume that it was his cousin, due to it being his office and not many were allowed in. It's what caused Jisung to tell his visitors to wait where they are, before he was walking into the room. Immediately his figure was spotted by Hoseok, the older giving a brief smile before returning to what he had been doing—talking on the phone. Yoongi was also there, sitting on the edge of an old wooden desk, small pale fingers fiddling with some sphere trinket he managed to find. He gave a head nod, to which the blonde returned as he got closer.
"I don't know about this weekend" Hoseok said it with a sigh, running a hand through his thick brown locks.
"Who's he talking to?" Jisung whispered over to Yoongi. The tiny male rolled his eyes at the question, seeming to also click his tongue in annoyance.
"His mistress" At the snarky response Jisung gave a breathless: ah, which was paired with the raising of his eyebrows and a slow nod. "From what I've heard, she wants to hang out while her husband is away for the weekend" Yoongi received a light smack to his arm by Hoseok, dismissing the warning glare that accompanied it. The pale male waved him off though, jumping down from his spot on the desk. "I'm leaving. I got shit to do."And all while Jisung snickered in the corner, Yoongi decided to leave with his middle finger thrown in the air.
