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Jeongguk has it all. He is young, handsome, rich, has a beautiful fiancée. He will soon become a CEO at his father's company, which is one of the most successful companies in Seoul. It would seem that his life is almost perfect. Everythi...
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Feeling the unbearable racing of thoughts, the man sighed in frustration and stretched his hand towards the nightstand to grasp a pack of cigarettes in his slender fingers. He was about to quit smoking, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to do so, as if only nicotine could soothe his pain for a moment. He took one cigarette out of a small box, then threw the packet on the table and grasped the zippo lighter beside it. Gripping the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, he finally got up from the bed. He didn't look around because he knew the place by heart, and besides, the room was really small. Apart from his bed and a wardrobe, there was practically nothing else here. But he did not need luxuries. He knew he wasn't going to stay here any longer than necessary anyway. He crossed the room and approached the terrace exit.
However, he did not open the door immediately. He paused at the window beside him and for a moment watched the raindrops shatter on the glass surface. Some were large and some were barely visible, but he couldn't take his onyx irises away from it. For a long moment, he watched the iridescent droplets slide across the glass, merging to form larger jets. But when the rain had intensified enough to make the image outside the window completely blurry, he opened the door and stepped out onto the covered terrace.
It was by far the best part of this house. He loved to hang out here. He would often sit on the wooden chair next to a small table and just stare ahead, wandering his thoughts. Almost every time, however, his thoughts were located almost nine thousand kilometers away.
When he slipped outside, he was hit by a rather strong and cool blast, which cause him to almost involuntarily pull the sleeves of his black sweatshirt more over his hands and tucked the hood over his head to protect himself from the wind. It had rained almost all day, and the heat had dropped a few degrees so far, and the air now felt unusually crisp, drenched with damp.
He slipped a cigarette quickly between slightly chapped lips and, covering the lighter with his hand, set it on fire, and after a while he put the tip of the cigarette into the flame, setting it on fire. He took a long drag, feeling unprecedented relief when the dose of nicotine finally spread through his lungs. Having lit a cigarette, he slipped the lighter into his hoodie's pocket and, cowering a bit, leaned against the wall behind him.
He liked watching the rain. When it rained, the city started to smell good. The smell of wet pavement and trees always made him want to close his eyes and listen to the soothing hum. Now he, too, involuntarily lowered his eyelids and took a deep breath. He stood there for a long moment, only listening to the sound of the droplets crashing on the balustrade of the terrace and the nearby window of his bedroom.
Before he lifted his eyelids, he slipped the cigarette between his lips again and took another long drag. He held the smoke in his lungs, and when he couldn't hold it any longer, he finally parted his mouth slightly and let the gray smoke slide out of his lungs, squeeze through slightly parted lips and raise above his head to finally dissolve into nothingness. It was only when he lifted his heavy eyelids that he pushed himself off the wall to take a few steps forward and get closer to the railing.
