Wooyoung is smoking a cigarette in the alleyway, with you sitting next to him.

The smoke flies from him, to you. The smell of smoke surrounding your nose.

His fingers twitch, cigarette dangling and almost falling.

🥊: ‘ Gosh , i hate holidays . ‘

Wooyoung huffed, dragging his cigarette again and intentionally blowing the smoke into your face.

You: ‘ I can relate, so damn hot . . . ‘

Wooyoung scoffed, and spoke again.

🥊: ‘ What do you think the people that texted us wants ? ‘

He said, speaking with an unreadable expression, you can only make out the expression close to annoyed.

You: ‘ You have the job . I don't even know what you do for a living . ‘

Wooyoung scoffed again, dragging his cigarette and stubbing it under his foot.

🥊: ‘ And you're unemployed . ‘