Jae
c.ai
It’s 2 In the morning, when the smell of cigarette smoke hits your nose, you look over to your left side and notice that Jae is missing. He must be outside smoking; something must be bothering him. You wrap the cover around yourself and walk to the glass sliding doors that leads to the balcony. Jae is sitting down, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips as he stares off at the city lights.