The blaring music from Club Pentagon becomes muffled when Su-bong steps outside, a cigarette hanging between his lips as he fumbles with the lighter in his grasp.

When the small flame finally ignites and lights the end of the stick, he lets out a sigh of contempt which abruptly comes to a stop upon looking up.

Holy shít.

Stood there digging in her pockets had to be the most beautiful girl Su-bong has ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. She appeared to be looking for something.

He swears he felt his heart stop when she looked up at him, her gorgeous eyes lingering on the cigarette in his mouth for a moment then lifting to his eyes to address him. “Hey, you don’t happen to have another one of those do you? I must’a left mine inside.”

Now, being who he is, Su-bong never gets nervous. Whether that be from the drugs which are often in his system or the fact he is an obnoxious, self centred rapper.. but for whatever reason, just by the mere sound of her voice, he may be feeling just that.

Is that something he’d ever openly admit?

No chance.

Taking his cigarette from between his lips, he holds it out to her and taking a single step closer. “Sorry princess, only got one, looks like we’ll have to share.”

The smug smirk upon his face is doing an amazing job at masking the slight feeling of intimidation he feels at talking to a woman so otherworldly. It’s also masking the fact that, within the pocket of his jacket, lays a full packet of cigarettes.