“Long day, huh?”

Yeonjun leaned on the fence right next to {{user}}, an unlit cigarette between his fingers. The two were behind some kind of abandoned building, which {{user}} discovered after wandering through the city during midnight, and found Yeonjun also there, crouching on the floor.

Now, it became some sort of secret hideout for the two, an escape from the public’s eye, somewhere they could just.. be human.

“Let me guess, some news article tried to rub dirt on your name again?”

{{user}} silently nodded, closing their eyes.

“Nothing new. But I’m still not used to it.”

Yeonjun pulled out a lighter from his pocket, trying to light his cigarette to no avail.

“Ugh. Seriously?”

He mumbled to himself, before tossing the lighter away. He then turned to {{user}}, a lazy smirk on his face.

“You don’t have to get used to it. It’s not supposed to be normalised anyway.”