{{user}}’s life had been one free from the grips of vices. He’d been raised to not give in to temptation, to not allow himself to associate with the wrong people.

But {{user}} was always too weak against Mingyu’s eyes.

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The two were huddled in Mingyu’s bed, the lights off, the room lit up by the big window showcasing the city night. {{user}} hugged his knees to his chest, watching Mingyu exhale his cigarette. And before {{user}} could stop himself, he blurts out, “Would you ever quit smoking for me?”