Listening to: 2pm ft Yoon EunHye – Tik Tok.
Lit Up.
I found him squatting down against the wall, a cigarette between his long, slender fingers.
“Ugh. Give me that!”
I reached for his hand, but he instinctively drew it away.
“Get your own!”
“For your information, I don’t smoke. And neither should you. Ever heard of emphysema? Or lung cancer?”
He raised an eyebrow. “What are you, my mother?”
“No, but I feel like I have to act that way since you’re such a kid!”
Catching him off guard, I lunged at his hand, successfully knocking it out of his grasp. A smug smile found its way onto my face. I couldn’t help it; he was just that slow.
“Hey! What the fuck!” He gave me a dirty look.
I walked off without looking back. “You’ll thank me when you realize that breathing fresh air is actually nice.”
Finally, I went back inside to join the others, leaving him sitting there, all alone.
“Whatever.” I heard him say before I shut the door.
Quickly, I took one last fleeting glance out the window.
Immediately after he had heard the door close, he lit up another smoke, letting the burning air fill his lungs once more. I turned around and walked off in disgust.
Disappointment. So this is how my parents must feel.
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“Hey. You can have a cigarette if you want. I won’t say anything.”
I spoke quietly, careful not to say anything the least bit hurtful.
“Nah, I quit.”
My eyes widened. I turned to him in shock.
“Really? That’s great! Since when?”
He paused.
“Since you told me to.”
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