"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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𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒;
The check for dinner could have easily been split between the group of friends who sat on either side of a rectangular table. After all, it was one of those fancier restaurants—where they sat in soft cushioned chairs, and the table in front of them was always polished; but then again you couldn't see that because it was covered by a red-velvet cloth. There was a decorative center piece of a singular rose sitting within a clear vase. Considering there was no water in it, it was only assumed that it was a fake one; with the petals made out of some thick fabric and the green stem with thorns was constructed out of plastic. But such beautiful rose wasn't the main attraction. Neither was the shimmering lights that dangled down above them, as if they've all entered some magical realm. Not even the few abstract paintings that aligned the walls so anyone awaiting their food was allowed to view them. It was actually the small stage that was built within the corner of the calming restaurant.
Sat atop was a grand piano. It was a stainless white and glistened under the yellow colored lights. A man sat on a smooth bench that went along with the large instrument. His eyes were closed, yet he never missed a beat as his slim fingers delicately trailed up and down the black and white keys. The soft notes that echoed throughout the spacious building was enticing, and matched perfectly with the beautiful voice of a woman who sung something that related to chasing your dreams. The entire time Jisung ate his dinner he swears his focus was on the musicians, making a mental note to praise them before he left. He actually thought to do it after he helped pay for his meal, but plans were changed when Chanyeol explained that he can take on the large number all alone. Jisung had forgotten all about the performing duo, focus now on arguing with the ravenette.
"You can't seriously pay for all of this by yourself? The bill is somewhere near five hundred!" Jisung exclaims as he whips his head around so he was staring at the taller sitting beside him. Chanyeol simply snickered before shaking his head dismissively.
"It's okay. Really. Not even a dent in my wallet" He had said it while pulling out the black leathered item, opening it to present a series of cards, his I.D, and a few crinkled dollar bills. Jisung couldn't help but roll his eyes at the taller's arrogant words.
"Sung, just let the handsome gentleman pay" Felix suddenly blurted. He raised a skinny champagne glass to his lips, parting the pink skin to allow the remaining sips of clear alcohol to travel down his throat. And once he swallowed, he smacked those same lips before quirking them up into a crooked grin. "I kind of forgot my wallet at home anyway."
"See, it's fine" Chanyeol pulled one of his many black cards from his wallet, stopping just as he was about to hand it over to their waiter; someone who stood by, patiently awaiting for any form of payment from the group of friends. "That is if anyone else wants to protest as well?" He glanced around at everyone who sat at the table. No one spoke up, instead mumbling breathless replies that relate to suddenly being broke. Minho even began to stand from his seat, gathering his few belongings so he could leave once the dinner was paid for. And taking everyone's silence as a clear answer, Chanyeol handed the waiter his card, dismissing the way Jisung still moped in his seat. "There's really no reason to be so upset Jisung."
