"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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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄;
He rapped his cold knuckles up against the hard wooden door. He was hesitant at first, mind conjuring up many different reasons as to why he shouldn't even be on the porch. But when he did get past his negative thoughts, he had to find the strength to actually collide his hand with the white barrier. It took him roughly three minutes to make the contact. A stranger walking down the street and stopping to asked what he was doing is what forced him to. A threat to the call the police was made as that same random civilian believed that he was planning to rob the house he currently stood in front of.
And the blonde understood. He was dressed in all black, even having a beanie on top of his head. The weather was getting colder and with that, he much rather not have any of his limbs freeze off. But after his attempt to persuade the stranger that the home was actually his friend's house, Jisung finally thought it would be best if he knocked. There was no immediate response, which he didn't think too much off. Maybe his pounding wasn't heard? So he raised his hand again, going in to connect it with the door; only his arm weirdly flew forward as the same piece of wood had been opened. The blonde stumbled at the suddenness, having caught himself when the owner of the property held his arms out.
Jisung chuckled at the embarrassing moment. And to distract himself from how uncomfortable the entire atmosphere felt, he tugged at his sleeves and wiped away at the imaginary dust on his clothes. He kept his head down the entire time, too scared to look up. He had to eventually though. So with a sharp inhale he cranes his neck so he was able to look the person right in the eye. He immediately regrets it when the other responded with his own nonchalant stare. Jisung gives his best attempt at a smile, but it surely came out crooked. As he went to greet the taller, his voice also cracked, shocking him and making his cheeks flush a cringeworthy pink.
"Hey Chanyeol" He threw in a wave but it was curt and stiff. He was quick to shove the same hand back into his jacket pocket; fingers immediately trying to find something to distract him. He knew that the inevitable chat would be edgy, but he didn't think it would this much. "Can we talk?"
They stared at one another for a few seconds. Jisung could see the gears turning within the taller's head; and he wouldn't be surprised if all the thinking ended up with him saying no. But to his surprise, Chanyeol gave a nod. His form that once leant against the door frame now stood straight so the blonde was able to pass through. Jisung was hesitant to enter, believing that this is where his death resides—crazy ex-boyfriend kills stupid blonde out of revenge—yet with a squeak of a thank you, he did step into the house. He didn't go far though, staying by the doorway so Chanyeol could be the one to lead the way. It was after the door was shut, the model guiding Jisung to the living room, and then them sitting on a grey couch did the notion of the blonde being able to start was implied.
