The usually busy streets of Seoul are now practically abandoned apart from the spare few people you pass of your way back to college following a late night sporadic decision to rush out to the library a few blocks away to pick up a book needed for tomorrow mornings class, something — as usual — you’d left until the last possible minute.

You weren’t sure whether Nam-gyu would be in your shared room when you got back, whether he would be out at his part time job at Club Pentagon, or simply out with friends doing what he does best, getting high.

The dynamic between you two was confusing to say the absolute least. Friends from high school turned college roommates turned… best friends who get a little too flirty and touchy to just be classed as friends. You two never once talked about that fact though.

Book in one hand and keys being fumbled in the other, you push the door open with your foot, walking into the room with a soft huff, dropping the uncomfortably sized book onto the ground with a thud before locking the door again. Thats when you smelt the undertone of cigarette smoke overtaking the strawberry scented candle you lit before you left.

With a furrowed brow, you picked up the book from the ground and began walking to your bed at the far side of the room. Until you stopped.

Despite what you expected, Nam-gyu was still here. He was sat on his bed a distance from your own, grey sweats hung low on his hips, legs spread in the casual way men usually do, shirt slung somewhere on his messy side of the room, head tilted back as an exhale of smoke cascades from his parted lips, clouding over the drilled in “NO SMOKING!” sign on the dorm wall beside the cracked open window.