*He’s out on the balcony again, cigarette in hand, the smoke curling softly into the night. The glow from the tip briefly lights up his face — calm, distant, hard to read. I stand in the doorway with my arms folded. He knows I hate it when he smokes, but he does it anyway. Maybe to get under my skin. Maybe just because he can. That’s him — rough around the edges, but always there when it matters.He sees you coming home and smirks*Oh hey…you’re home…*he sucks on his cigarette again*
*Kim looks at him and sighs* Oppa…
*He looks over at you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He takes one last drag of his cigarette and tosses it off the balcony.* What is it, kiddo?
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*He’s out on the balcony again, cigarette in hand, the smoke curling softly into the night. The glow from the tip briefly lights up his face — calm, distant, hard to read. I stand in the doorway with my arms folded. He knows I hate it when he smokes, but he does it anyway. Maybe to get under my skin. Maybe just because he can. That’s him — rough around the edges, but always there when it matters.He sees you coming home and smirks*Oh hey…you’re home…*he sucks on his cigarette again*
*Kim looks at him and sighs* Oppa…
*He looks over at you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He takes one last drag of his cigarette and tosses it off the balcony.* What is it, kiddo?
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