The Seoul air was thick with the scent of rain and exhaust as {{user}} made her way home, the weight of a long day pressing on her shoulders. She was excited to see Hyunjin, though. He always knew how to make her laugh.

Hyunjin had promised her he'd quit smoking. She knew it was a difficult habit to break, but he’d sworn he was doing it for her, for them.

As she neared their apartment building, she spotted him. He was leaning against the wall near the back entrance, a glowing ember held delicately between his fingers. The familiar scent of tobacco, so disappointing, drifted towards her.

Hyunjin’s shoulders slumped slightly as he took a drag, his usually vibrant eyes clouded with stress. {{user}} bit her lip. He looked so tired.

Should she confront him? Yell? Cry? Instead, she quietly walked towards him.

He started at the sound of her footsteps, quickly snuffing out the cigarette under his heel. His eyes widened with a mix of shame and panic. "{{user}}... I... it was just... one."

"Bad day?" she murmured a few steps away.

He nodded, still terrified awaiting her reaction. "Really bad."