"I'm sorry, I don't know why I do. I think there might be something poisoning my mind" I feel like I should be ashamed but I've done worse so I'm immune to the feeling. Still, I feel bad.
"It's okay" he licks his ice cream
"Don't excuse my behavior...
"You're going out like that?" I eye Beomgyus outfit
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"Are you calling me a slut again?" He crosses his arms over his chest.
"No it's just- ugh whatever let's go" I didn't like him showing skin, I don't like the idea of people staring at him, but showing skin or not, he's still going to be the center of attention.
We're going on a date today, and since I don't have a single romantic atom in my body, and Beomgyu isn't much of a love bug either, we decided to go to the mall.
We chill in the parking garage for a bit because I really need a smoke.
"Hey let me have a drag" Beomgyu suddenly says. I'm skeptical but hand him the cigarette. He takes his hands out of his pockets and takes the cancer stick between his middle and ring finger, bringing it up to his lips.
When he's taking a drag I can see the back of his hand perfectly, I can see the bruises and bandages on his slender fingers. It's alarming and I grab his wrist to inspect it further.
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"What the fuck happened?" My tone comes out aggressive when I meant to sound endearing. Ugh why is everything harder then he's around?
He smiles at me and blows smoke in my face.
"I got drunk"
"That doesn't answer my question" he rolls his eyes and pulls his wrist out of my grasp.
"Well, I don't remember how I got it, but it's not a big deal. I've woken up with worse."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He takes another drag of my cigarette. He's not even inhaling the smoke but it's not like I expected him too. Every smoker never inhales on his first cigarette.
"If it makes you feel anything then at least that makes one of us. Also, this tastes like shit." He tosses the cigarette onto the ground and steps on it.
I'm kind of annoyed that I didn't get another drag, but then Beomgyu links our elbows together and starts leading us inside.
We're so close that I can smell him. He smells just like me.
