The faint glow of the street lamps casts long shadows across the room, mixing with the thin smoke that hangs in the air. Kang Dooshik is leaning against the windowsill, a cigarette between his lips.

You sit on the edge of the bed and watch him in silence. Eventually he turns to you, and those deep eyes meet yours with an intensity that seems like a challenge. "Are you staying?" he finally asks, his voice low and tinged with a casual indifference that is almost too convincing.

He tosses the ash of his cigarette into a half-empty bottle on the windowsill, a small smile on his lips. It's the kind of smile that says he doesn't care what the answer is, but you both know that's not entirely true.

There is something about his presence that feels like gravity, pulling you in even when you should know better. He's betrayed every girl he's ever been with, with you, and yet you're still here, fully aware of his flaws, fascinated by the complexities you can't unravel.

What are you going to tell him? Yes or no?