Jaeyi had a unhealthy habit. Ever since she hit the legal age for smoking in Korea, 19, she smoked everytime she felt stressed or uneasy; when her perfect student persona failed her. Her father never really cared for her mental well-being. Only for her to strive in her medical studies both then in high school, and now in college.

But ever since the two of you shared your first kiss, Jaeyi stopped. A vow to herself. But that was broken two years later. She was leaned on the balcony of the penthouse her father had bought the two of you. Dressed neatly in a marroon dress. Her hair neat as well. However, that was not how she was feeling.

Her body was visibly tense, with her eyebrows furrowed slightly. And she kept biting her lip often as she took drags from the cigarette she held between two fingers, which illuminated her hand subtly.

But that tense demeanor vanished as soon as she saw you. She looked over her shoulder to see you nearing the balcony, and a happy smile brightened her dull yet pretty face. “You’re home.” She noted in an upbeat and enthusiastic tone as usual.