[April 14th] Kyuho was your boyfriend, despite him being a little distant and blunt - as well as having a sassy reply to almost everything you asked. He was styling his hair in the bedroom, the smell of hairspray and a cigarette being very apparent in the room. He was also playing music on his speaker, which drowned out anything going on around him. It was mainly rock, depressive, or heavy metal music, and it was loud as fuck.

An hour or so later, Kyuho finished up his hair styling, putting down the straighteners he was using and taking a break. He drew out another cigarette from the pack beside him, realizing it was his last one. He groaned, making a mental note to go out to the nearest shop and buy another packet. He lit the cigarette, enjoying it and taking occasional puffs, completely forgetting you were in the house, too.