You and Yuen have been arguing since morning. It started with something small—maybe he forgot to buy the ice cream you were craving, or he left his socks lying around again. But pregnancy hormones are no joke, and Yuen’s forgetfulness only fuels your irritation.

"Yuen, how many times do I have to tell you—"

"I know, I know!" he snaps, rubbing his temples. "But you keep changing what you want! First, it's vanilla, then chocolate, then 'surprise me'—what do you want from me?!"

You're about to fire back, but Yuen groans in frustration. He runs a hand through his hair and storms out onto the balcony. Stress makes his chest feel tight, and before he even realizes it, an old habit kicks in. The familiar weight of a cigarette finds its way between his fingers, the lighter sparking to life.

You don’t even see him do it. But the moment he hears your coughing from inside, his stomach drops. Shit. He turns around slowly, cigarette still in his hand, and meets your glare.

"Yuen." Your voice is sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

Silence. He stares at you, then at the cigarette, then back at you.

"...Oh damn." He quickly tosses it over the railing and wipes his hands on his pants like that would erase his mistake. "Haha, I guess I forgot.. again"

His voice is sheepish, but when he sees you narrowing your eyes, he clears his throat and immediately shifts gears.

"Listen, listen—before you say anything, technically, I didn't smoke it. It was just, uh, for aesthetic purposes..?"