"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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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐀;
Chanyeol has always believed himself to be someone that was very tranquil. He knew when to bite his tongue whenever he had the urge to speak his opinion. He knew that violence was never the answer, and the best way to resolve conflict was by looking at the brighter side. He always held his head high, and not once allowed for his emotions get the best of him. It was how he was raised. With rather strict parents growing up, he was forced into the life of sophistication and class. Yes he was allowed to react, but never was that response supposed to be laced with hostility. And if he were to say something that may have come off disrespectful, he shall apologize immediately. Not for a moment was he supposed to treat potential business partners as if they were lowly commoners, but to always think much higher of them.
For Chanyeol, he hated the rules his parents engrained into his brain—from the way they were said, to how he was punished if one was broken. It's why he grew into someone who was rather refined, and smiled as if it was his default. A perfect match for his career as a model; in which he was either getting praised or constantly shouted at. And even when he was finally free from such retched guardians, he continued to be apathetic. His learning—scarring had managed to help him in the long run. He was successful now, just like his mother always said he would be. That is if he stuck by her rules. But as Chanyeol stalks down the long corridors, face a beat red while his hands were balled so tightly that his knuckles began to shade white, every lesson he was ever taught was gone. He could feel again, but that reawaken of emotions was because of how much fury invaded his body.
He looked like an ogre. One of those gigantic, ugly man-eating things that are only brought up when describing some fantasy wonderland. He already had the large ears that were becoming a furious red; and big feet that felt as though with each step he took the entire ground shook. It wouldn't be a surprise to see him dragging some large wooden club, as he got ready to murder his victim; it out of pure resentment. A permanent scowl was too etched across his face, thick veins daring to poke out of his neck the longer he clenched his jaw shut. And his eyes, they were no longer the cute mixture of browns; but instead flames so big that they could burn a forest to ashes. He was the human embodiment of wrath, and there was no way that he would extinguish such anger until he terminated the reason for his broken heart. So with an immense amount of strength and glare so deadly, he slammed open the glass doors to Hyunjin's office.
There might be a crack in it now.
The business man who sat at his desk immediately lifted his head at the unexpected visitor. He was undoubtedly confused as to why Chanyeol was staring at him like a predator out to get his prey. It's why he placed the black ball point pen down on the tons of scattered papers all over the table, to then stand to his feet and raise an eyebrow. And Seungmin who was nothing but a measly assistant, still took it as his duty to protect his boss. So removing circular rimmed glasses from his face, he then scurried to stand in the large space that was between the two tall men. He kept his hands behind his back as he carefully observed Chanyeol's fuming state.
