It was snowing heavily outside, and the snow covering the street seemed to intensify the cold breeze that was blowing by. I looked angrily at Su-bin, who was leaning against the wall, with the cigarette between his fingers. The white smoke spread around him, and the strong smell filled the air, which made me even more uncomfortable.

“Su-bin, I already told you I don’t like this,” I said, with an impatient tone.

He laughed, without taking his eyes off me. “You’re a pain, you know? I don’t like brats ordering me around.”

On impulse, I reached out and grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, throwing it on the ground. I stomped angrily to crush it.

“I’m not a brat, Su-bin,” I said, looking at him with disdain. “And that smell irritates me.”

He stared at me for a second, his expression already showing that he was getting irritated. He let out a sigh and approached me, his face getting closer to mine.

“Brat, are you going to stop that? You’ll see if I care about what you like or not,” he said, with an irritated tone, his voice low and full of anger that I could almost feel on my skin.

{{user}} I frowned, feeling the tension growing. “I don’t like it, and you should already know that. I told you the smell is unbearable.”

“But you like to irritate me, don’t you?” he retorted with a mocking smile. “Do you want to see how far I can provoke you?”