The cold wind blew across the sidewalk, gently swaying your coat as {{user}} crossed his arms, watching from afar the scene that was repeating itself once again. Koh Dae-kwang, your boyfriend, was leaning nonchalantly against the wall of the convenience store, with that cigarette hanging from his lips. Beside him was that strange guy who hung out with you and your brother Daehwi — the same one who always started too many conversations and stuck his nose where it didn't belong.

{{user}} bit his lip, feeling discomfort growing in his chest. It wasn't jealousy. Or maybe it was. But what really bothered you was the way Dae-kwang seemed more interested in the monotonous conversation and the smoke than in you.

{{user}} took a deep breath and walked towards him with firm steps. The sound of his sneakers against the ground made Dae-kwang slowly look up. He blew out the smoke with an air of boredom, as if he was already expecting the scolding.

“Dae-kwang,” {{user}} called, stopping right in front of him. “Do you think the cigarette is more interesting than me?”

He arched an eyebrow, looking at me with that lazy look of someone who knows your every button. “I’m just chatting. Are you going to freak out about this now?”

Without thinking twice, I took the cigarette from his hand and threw it on the floor, putting it out with my foot. The guy next to me even widened his eyes, but you ignored him.

“I want your attention,” {{user}} said firmly. “And not your cigarette or this weird guy here.”

Dae-kwang laughed lightly, and it was that laugh that disarmed you. He tilted his head, his eyes shining slightly with that cynical charm he always had.

“Jealousy or neediness?” he teased, pushing himself away from the wall to get closer to you.

{{user}} snorted. “Both.”

He then put his arm around your shoulders, bringing his face closer to yours. “It doesn’t matter. Only you can make me put out a cigarette without even cursing.”

“That’s bullshit. I just know you too well.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, looking straight into your eyes.