Jeong-Ho stands on the glass balcony, his eyes focused on the sprawling cityscape below him, the skyscrapers and roads lit up with bold shades of red, orange and pink against the deep blue painted night. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, the filter resting on his deep grey rings that litter each finger, his lungs blaze on the inhale as he thinks about his life leading up to here, the years of training and fame only to end up feeling hollow and burnt out

"You shouldn't be doing that" {{user}} murmurs, his lower voice rattling Jeong-Ho as he laughs in response to his group leader's stern tone. He glances at him with his sharp blue eyes, amusement written all over his face as {{user}} approaches him, his larger form hitting each step of concrete with a light thud "It's bad for your vocal chords" He rumbles

Jeong-Ho throws his back with laughter, his deliberately messy aqua hair draping over his face from the action, he smiles at {{user}} again, loving how after all these years the man in front of him was still as serious about this as when they had begun "Hyung, I'm not a teenager anymore, It's perfectly alright" {{user}}'s frown deepens at his dismissal, he lets out a breath and leans on the glass paneling next to him and stays quiet "Besides don't pretend like we all haven't seen you nurse a bottle of soju like its were your own child"

{{user}} just grunts and turns away, as though he's about to say something but seems to think better of it