"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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𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊;
He was biting on the inside of his cheek, his teeth sinking into the chunky flesh as if he wanted a taste of his own blood. And judging by how he refused to let go of the bruised piece of skin, it'll only take a few seconds before he finally sliced it, and little droplets of the irony red will be coating his tongue; to which then will mix with his saliva and end up down his throat as if it was never there. His legs also bounced. Having raised his feet so they rested on the tips of his toes, he then continued to repeatedly move them up and down. There was no rhythm within the anxious movement, just a patternless act that helped calm the rising anxiety filling him every passing minute. He even twiddled his thumbs around, finding it more entertaining than any other stress relieving activity. He had a few silver rings on, but they never kept a designated place on any certain finger. They were moved all around until he too got bored of doing that. It's what led him to have his own personal thumb war. It was weirdly intense judging by how there can't really be an actual winner. And it was certain that his right thumb would trump the left due to being more dominant in the one hand than the other. It was just as he was trapping the supposed loser did his doorbell ring. Immediately he was calling forfeit on the match, now full attention placed on his front door. The visitor on the opposite side was what he had been waiting for—why he shamelessly tried to pin his two thumbs against one another.
He had stilled for a moment. His trembling brown eyes stared at the wooden door and gave him new worrisome thoughts. He was starting to second guess about whether he should have really invited the other male over or not. He realized it was a little too late when his time a hard knock had been pressed to the same barrier. It's what took the blonde from the trance he had put himself in. And it's what caused him to finally gather all of his courage before standing from his comfortable spot on the couch. A breath he hadn't noticed he had been holding was released as he grabbed hold of the doorknob. And just after he mentally gave himself a pep-talk, he then twisted the handle before swinging it open. He immediately came face to face with another person.
They just stared at one another at first, both awestruck about how this was really happening. The one who came over still had his hand raised (as if getting ready to knock again). But it was quickly dropped back to his side when taking notice of how stupid it may have looked. His sheepish expression is what made Jisung's lips twitch.
"Hey Lix" The blonde breathes. He awaited a response before stepping to the side and giving permission for the Australian to come inside. And once he was, Jisung closed the door behind the both of them. "Where's Changbin? I said I wanted to apologize to the both of you."
