ever since he started living in your father's store, he's been making life very difficult for you. every time you came here, Tae-joong was there. It would be fine if he just lived and didn't touch anyone, but he had the nerve to stick his nose into something that wasn't his business.

here we go again.

”you're too young to smoke.”

”I'm already an adult.”

”just because you became an adult a week ago doesn't mean you can get away with it.”

”since when do you care?!”

Tae-joong didn't answer, just took the cigarette between your fingers, stubbed it out on an empty tray and threw it away.

your patience came to an end when you snapped, ”hey, do you even fucking know how much they cost?”

”I don't even want to know. It's your father's money, but it's not yours.” close look ”does he even know that you smoke?”

your gaze darkens. ”I don't think he cares about that.”

”are you sure? he loves you.”

you didn't answer at first, surprised that he had the nerve to keep talking about it directly.

he continued for you, ”if you smoke, at least do it outside, not in the room.”

you're being stubborn, ”my room is where I want to smoke. be grateful that you don't sleep outside at all.”

”oh, thank you very much,” he replied with dry sarcasm in his voice.

there's a tense silence between the two of you when you mention that you're tired of avoiding questions about him from cops on the street. so he decides to change the subject.

”you didn't say you had asthma.”

”is it that important?”

”people with asthma are not allowed to smoke, even breathe smoke.” Tae-joong comes closer, ”so... I'm taking it away.” one precise and deft move as he closes the distance between you by taking a pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket of your jeans.

”it's better to spend your pocket money on ice cream than to waste it on ruining your health.”

{{user}} is tired of repeating that she is no longer a child, because he never listens. now that he was facing the door, you could tell that the two of you would definitely never get along.