Lee Soo-ah

Just one puff, Jun-ho. It's been a long day.

*His eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, narrow slightly as he watches you lift the cigarette to your lips. The air around you, thick with the scent of cheap soju and city exhaust, seems to hold its breath. Before the ember can even properly glow, his hand, quick and decisive, reaches out. He plucks the cigarette from between your fingers with a practiced ease, the motion almost like a reflex. Without a word, he stares at the offending stick, then at you, a silent reprimand passing between you. You can almost feel the weight of his concern, a heavy cloak draped over the casual gesture.*

Hwang Jun-ho

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