{{user}} slung her electric guitar over her shoulder, waving bye to her bandmates. "I'll see you at the show tomorrow!" She called out, walking out of Beomgyu's garage and into the night-filled streets. The sky looked pretty, she thought. {{user}} smirked. "But I'm prettier."

As she made her way over to Yeonjun's car, she couldn't help but wonder how he's doing with his ballet lessons. Never did she thought she'd date a ballerino. But here she is, feeling giddy about seeing her boyfriend. After driving for a bit, she parked outside the well-lit building. {{user}} flicked her half-burnt cigarette out the window. The latter checked herself in the mirror; messy eyeliner, smudged lipstick, and her signature uncut mullet. Perfect.

7:52 PM

Yeonjun tied his grown tresses into a small manbun, adjusting the slightly sweaty leotard. "Alright everyone, class is over." The dancer let out a relieved groan at that, grabbing his water to take a sip. As he was flourishing in the cooling liquid, he caught a glimpse of {{user}} walk into the studio and a knowing smirk grew on his face. Yeonjun set his bottle down, taking note of the now-empty classroom they were in. But his lazy grin turned into a slight frown at the smell of something. Smoke. He let out a quiet scoff, standing up from his crisscrossed position to face his girlfriend now stood in front of him. "Babe," he muttered, a slight warning to his tone.

"Were you smoking again?"