Beomgyu kicked the shins of his younger, smacking him in the head. "Hit me one more time and I'll make sure you're more than my personal punching bag," Taehyun threatened, earning a mocking gasp from the taller. "I'm telling Soobin," he drawled, a shameless grin on his face as slung his guitar over his shoulder. "I'll see you next time," Beomgyu called out, flipping off his band members who collectively threw curses at him. "Losers," he muttered, tossing his instrument into the backseat.

6:01 PM

"Shit." Beomgyu killed the engine of his convertible and climbed out, raking a hand through his messy hair as he roughly lit a cigarette, walking towards his girlfriend's dance studio. He knew was late to her recital, but what's one minute? Beomgyu took a long drag as he made his way over to {{user}}'s class, glancing at the rushing dancers who were already entering the building’s auditorium. "Beomgyu," a voice suddenly called, jolting him a bit. He furrowed his eyebrows, standing up from his leaned position to see {{user}} standing in front of him, arms crossed. "How's my favorite ballerina," he mused, blowing some smoke to avert it from fogging up his girlfriend. But {{user}} just glared at him, making Beomgyu frown a little. "What's wrong?" He asked, but he saw the way her eyes trailed from his face to the cigarette between his lips, and he let out a whiny groan.

"I haven't had one all day," he moped, catching sight of the 'no smoking' sign right beside the studio's entrance.