"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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𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄;
For about the fifth time within the last two minutes Jisung was told that he wasn't allowed to peak, and that if he did it would ruin the surprise. And of course the blonde would respond back with a smile and the exclamation that he wasn't going to secretly take a look at what was to be presented to him. It was a lie though, because with every chance that he could get, he would prop open one of his shielded brown eyes and try to see what exactly his gift was. Having gone through his own living room, and then down the short hallway that passes his bedroom and instead to two newly empty rooms, he still has yet to come face to face with any spontaneous present that the tall model kept claiming that he was going to love. But eventually Jisung was told to stop, him blindly standing in front of the room door that used to belong to his grandfather. Again he was told to keep his eyes shut, this time it being said with a hint of seriousness as the big surprise was right behind the wooden door. And as the blonde raised his small hands to his face, covering his already closed irises (to prove that he wasn't looking) he could hear the creaking of the hinges. The bedroom barrier was finally being pushed open and he was one step closer to finding out what awaited him. Chanyeol had gently placed his palm on the lower of the shorter's back, then guiding him one or two steps into the room. It wasn't until the ravenette removed his hand, and moving away did he tell Jisung to finally take a look.
The blonde didn't waste another second either. He was immediately dropping his hands back to his sides, eyelids lifting and allowing him to officially look at the new scenery. That's when his jaw went slack, same sparkling brown eyes widening as he stared utterly astonished. His grandfather's old room had been renovated into a personal recording studio. Against the back wall where a long rectangular window was built had been a microphone stand, headphones dangling from around it—ready for use. Then pressed against the left wall where an average mattress used to lay, was now a sound board. It wasn't as big as seen in the Stray Kids building, but it surely held just as many buttons and knobs. Jisung couldn't help but immediately go over and start pressing and twisting. A smile stretched across his face at the feeling, but he couldn't get too distracted. He had all the time later to play with what he would say is one of his toys. It's why he then cranes his neck to look at the opposite side, where there were now empty shelves—ones that could hold anything from newly produced albums to possible awards. Then next to the door was a brand new sound system, the speaker being huge and actually being connected to other tinier speakers that surrounded the entire bedroom. If the street of other families couldn't hear his music before, they surely will now.
Jisung gasped at the sight once more, downright awestruck by what was done for him. He could feel his eyes begin to strike with tears causing him to then bring his trembling hands to his face and wipe away what could be a waterfall of saltiness. But never the amount of times he swiped the droplets, they just kept coming until he wasn't able to keep up. It's why he openly cried, bottom lip wobbling as he tried not to sob from such intense amount of happiness. That didn't last long when he was soon wrapped within the buff arms of Chanyeol. The ravenette had pressed him against his chest, engulfing him into a warm and comforting hug. At this point Jisung might as well blow his nose into the dark shirt of the other by how of a mess he had managed to become in so little time. That was disgusting though and he resulted in just wiping whatever snot that had trailed with the sleeve of his own jacket. And when knowing that he looked at least somewhat descent, Jisung pulled from the embrace slightly, giving him the advantage to look up and see Chanyeol's face (even if he did have to crane his neck back more than wanted). And once they made eye contact the ravenette chuckled.
