"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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𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋;
Jisung could always and proudly say that he wasn't one for pain. Ranging from a scratch that he accidentally got from falling, to breaking a bone from bending the wrong way, he hated all of it. He despised the way the agonizing burn would start from where the initial wound was, before spiking every single one of his nerves until it engulfed his entire body. Plus he never liked the way his face would twist into a grimace, eyes stinging with tears while his nose started to twitch. It never was his best look; with his face becoming a cherry red and all of his fluids beginning to run down his face as he tried his hardest not to sob too loud.
It's the same face he currently made as he fell to the floor. He looked like a dramatic as his arms flailed in front of him, a squeal slipping past his lips as he prepared himself for the fall that he had purposely done to himself. He landed with a harsh thud, the sound resonating throughout the lonely house. And he would have cursed at the way his ass too now felt a little bruised, if he wasn't too busy reaching out to grip for his foot; more-so his big toe. It was an appendage he had inadvertently stubbed into the corner of his bedroom door frame. And he had done it while groggily waking up that morning, already complaining about how his head aches due to an alcohol issued migraine. Then it all happened so fast, he swears that all he had to do was blink before he noticed that he was now on the ground, whining like a child would. What he didn't expect was for someone to come rushing to his aid, shouting with worry.
The person stopped in front of him, eyes blown wide with his arms moving every which way as if they have no idea what to do with them. At first Jisung was going to crawl away, worry about his sore toe another time because hello there might be an intruder in his house and he needed to take shelter almost immediately. But just as the blonde was within a crawling stance, he looked to see that it was just his trusty Australian sidekick Felix. He released a heavy breath before sitting back down, leaning against his wooden door as he pouted.
"What happened!? Why are you on the floor?" It was as if Felix was a mother. He was quick to bend down to Jisung's level, sparkly brown irises observing every inch of his body trying to find if there was any harm done. And when he couldn't find any, he was placing his hands on the other's face, squishing his cheeks quite aggressively. "And why are you making that ugly pain face again?"
Jisung doesn't know whether he should be offended or actually tell him. But judging by how he can still feel the burn that was once only in his toe, (before spreading throughout his entire foot) he opted to share what was truly hurting at the moment. So removing his friend's much tinier hands from his face, he then jutted his bottom lip while pointing down towards his foot.
