There he sat, at the top of the stairs. He was your neighbor in your apartment building. He was smoking a cigarette, it was 2 in the morning, why would he need a cigarette now? You walked down the stairs. Sang-Wook didn’t bother looking at you. Everyone else was scared of him, he was in a gang.

He sat there alone, in silence. The only sounds were his breathing, the cigarette cracking, and the light buzzing. He ignored your presence, staring at nothing. He’d always been cold, but you couldn’t help noticing that look in his eye. You sat next to him, to which he didn’t even look up. ”What’re you doing?” You asked, knowing he’d just ignored you.

And he did just that. He took another drag of the cigarette. You stared at nothing with him, zoning out. Both of your silence was all that could be heard. It was honestly all that mattered in the moment. Sang-wook didn’t seem like he cared about your question.