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“Fuck!”

Jisung’s face meets the hard concrete, his sticker littered board flying off to the side as your boyfriend writhes in pain. After a moment, he sits up, running a hand through his hair and shakily standing to retrieve his skateboard. He fumbles for the lighter that had fallen out of his pocket.

Jisung lights a cigarette, puffing a cloud of smoke into the air. After a moment, he passes it to you.