before this.

11. ( jh )

TITLE : model smoke
DUO/COUPLE : junhao ( junhui+minghao )
GENRE : smoker minghao ++ model student junhui
WORD COUNT : 1090 words

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the chinese was just walking down the familiar road back to his apartment, that was until he heard a cough— "uh.. hope that's not a monster haha.. would be funny if—" before a small yelp of shock leaped out his voice box as he turned to face the darkened alleyway to the right side of him.

eyes with nearly no ounce of life in them met the model student, tilting his head to the side as the circular tube burned slowly with orange flames, the man takes the burning cigarette out of his lips, letting smoke and the smell of his cigarette escape his mouth, "uh.. i uh.."
"would you like one?" suddenly asked the man, a bit shorter than junhui but still had the charisma of being able to throat chop the chinese in the throat or his stomach.

in his palm was a singular cigarette stick, clearly unsmoked and brand new from the box he had possibly hidden in his pocket— although the model student vowed his life to his parents that he would never smoke, curiosity killed him easily as he was described by his friends as a cat, "uh.. sure..?" he reluctantly took the stick before heading back to his apartment, clearly done with the awkward silence that consumed both of them.

a week passes by, with junhui clearly getting busier and busier with his courses and his final project, currently, in his small flat he has his friends with him.
jeonghan clearly ranting about some kid in his medical classes with this personality (beats me, he wants the whole enemies to lovers arc possibly) he couldn't stand, joshua listening to his best friend with a hesitant smile as he tried to focus on his own course, law which had a solid twenty-six page of revisions. both dino, a dance student and seungkwan, a musical arts student having a staring contest on who would be the loser to throw out the singular plastic bag of the chips they had robbed junhui's pantry from.

as junhui started his final project, he suddenly remembered that encounter he had with that mysterious man, "oh hey, where did i put that cigarette again?" to which his four friends who were focused on their own things turned to him in utter confusion.

"junhui what?" the american is the first to break the silence that surrounded them, "what do you mean by cigarette?" jeonghan completes his best friend's sentence as the low student is in a small shock.

"okay look, so i met this smoker at an alleyway close to my apartment block and he handed me a piece asking if i wanted one, curious me took one and now i don't know where i placed it since i was like hella sleepy when i took it and possibly have it in this apartment somewhere." the chinese spoke, placing his laptop to the side as he started to search for the stick.

the boochan duo tilt their heads, completely forgetting about their staring contest and begin to help the model student search for it.
in the end, they did and realize that the smoker had smoothly given the model student his number.

"what if it's a scam?" spoke the pure-hearted joshua, but he's jeonghan's friend, meaning he's not just an angel but the devil as well in certain situations.
"a love story from a cigarette?" chan states, gaining weird looks from both seungkwan and jeonghan.
"impossible, i think he's gonna threaten junhui, our broke-ass friend unable to pay back his debt to seungkwan for money." jeonghan spoke, gaining a convinced look from the musical arts student.
"how about we don't text the numbe— jun what are you doing!"

in the end, jun does end up texting the number.

...

huiranghae
hello??

ming
hi
who's this?

huiranghae
i'm junhui
the guy you gave a cigarette to with a number written on it

ming
oh

...

the older chinese finds himself walking to the meeting spot his new-found friend minghao (yes he did learn his name later on) had asked him to meet-up.
but junhui has some suspicion, this man in front of had life in his eyes, clearly not the same guy he had met with nearly no ounce of the want to live in his eyes back in the alleyway and creepily handing out cigarette sticks with numbers on them.

"minghao right?" he's the first to speak, to which the younger chinese nods to, "yes, i'm minghao, you're junhui right?"

...

junhui finds his heart and eyes go wild whenever he sees the pure smile on minghao's pretty face, his whole being in complete bliss when he hears the younger giggle or laugh for the eighth time of the day.
the model student wishes he could hear and see those day boosters for the rest of his life.

as minghao digs his feet into the sand.
as he plops his butt on the dry, cool sand, he has a calm breath of air leaving his lungs and unconsciously raises his head to look up into the sky of darkening clouds and the moon appearing in the still pastel blue sky.
"jun, do you ever miss china?" the question is abrupt, and junhui finds himself sitting next to the younger, but his head trailing in the small dots of sand crawling on his wet skin.

"yea, i miss my family mostly." junhui answers, looking up slowly to meet eyes with minghao.
"i miss everything from china," the younger confesses, "but do you know what i don't miss?" and faces the older, cheeks burning in a rosy dust of color.

"you, i don't miss you." and the older is left in confusion, "me?"
"because you're with me nearly everyday. i'm a photography student, taking pictures of models and students as i get my grades from them. i smoke because i have no goal in life and i started to suddenly feel.. out of touch with photography— with everything but when i met you— i felt the sudden pull of wanting to take a picture with you came to play in my mind— you've been in my mind for the last past two months and i.. i just—" the younger pauses.

"junhui, i know we've met only two months ago but since the first day i've saw you and gave you my number on that cigarette, i can't but admit that i've fallen for you."