smoking, something jisung did every once in a while to cope, to help ease his stress, his feelings, the overwhelming emotions he felt when a panic attack was coming on. it help him, but as time went on he started doing it more frequently. it worried you, he might as well just smoke his life away. he had told you he stopped, that he found something different that helped.

it was a lie, you knew it, you could always smell the smoke on him whenever he came back from his so called 'walk.' did he think you were stupid? that you didn't know what cigarette smoke smelt like?

as always jisung went for a late night walk, returning about 20 minutes later, his jacket carrying the smell of the cigarette smoke with it. he walked inside, closing the door quietly, not wanting to wake you up. the thing was, you were awake, you've been awake since he left. sitting on the couch, looking at the tv, resting the side of your head on your arm.

"..{{user}}...what are you doing up?" jisung spoke out with a tone of surprise, he wasn't expecting you to be awake at this time considering it was almost midnight.