as smoke invades the lungs of the broken boy, demons wreak havoc inside the aching mind he was slowly losing.
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a small smirk appeared on the bubblegum lips of the midnight-haired elder, pale hand fiddling with the white lighter as the other delicately held a lit cigarette. jimin stared at the orange embers burning at the end of the white stick, slowly trailing chocolate eyes up to the sugar face.
"want one?" the man motioned to the cigarette before placing it between his lips, smoke drawing out as he finishes the drag.
"they're bad for you." jimin scrunched his nose in displeasure, not enjoying how the smoke happens to travel towards him. "and the stupid smoke is annoying me."
goddamnit, why do all the attractive ones always have an addiction to something terrible?
"you sure? they're good for dealing with stress." the stranger spoke with a sing song voice, fake smile plastered on as his arms rested against the wooden railing.
"i'm not...stressed." liar.
"hmm, yeah sure," the stub that used to be a cigarette was thrown off the balcony carelessly, the man looking back at the youthful brunet with dark eyes. "and i have a pet unicorn."
"whatever," jimin snapped before walking into his room again. before he closed the sliding frosted-glass doors, he looked straight at the elder. "and sort your boner out please. that shit hurts if you don't."
crimson bled across pale cheeks as it was jimin's turn to smirk, glass doors separating the two.
