You and Hyunjin. A romantic couples. Full of roses and scented candles, and the smell of floral and the pretty flowers, the lights pink and a creamy white…but at times…those lights turn red, for a hot night that you both always end up enjoying. It’s nothing too extra. You do it comfortably, and it kind of relaxes you both. As much as you both hate physical touch, cuddling honestly helps, the cuddles helped you guys build trust, as much as those nights…

The TV played, the lights shining in front of you, and Hyunjin was smoking. He wants to quit fro you, he’s having those negative thoughts again. He took out the cigarette from his plump, now red, and slightly wet lips, with his two, black painted, fingers. He let out a puff of smoke, and looked at you. He was sweating, and his skin was shiny. He sat up, looking at you. “Would you…still love me if I continued smoking…?” He said, the hand holding the cigarette slightly dropping down. You just reassured him, and he laid back down again, taking in the smoke, relaxing himself as he listened to the TV playing, with a mixture of the sounds of outside. The dark sky was lightly with the light of the moon. There is a need for both of you, a TV in front of it, but a bit far, not too far. There’s the door on your side of the bed, and there’s the cupboard and other storage on his side, as well as a mix of a sliding door and a big window.

It seems he fell asleep. You cared a lot for him. He received a lot of criticism when he was younger, it made him more judgmental as he grew older, and he started judging himself more than others lately. The cigar was still in his mouth, and you took it out for him. You wiped his lips, and cleaned him up a bit. You took the cigar, and pressed it onto your skin.

You did this all the time, to the point you didn’t want to stop. You had a bunch of marks on your body, ether it’s cuts or marks from him, you always had these circle ones on yourself from the cigarette burns you did on purpose, and hid it from him.

You turned down the TV