*cigarettes*
Cigarettes
Skipping class was never his thing, but just this time he thought he could just try it just this once, and what would be the consequences would just go to hell. As he lit a stick of cigarette, he remembered the first time he tried it, the first stick he tried and his first dose of nicotine, he was never that smart, but he was sure, he’s smart enough to know that nicotine would only cause him harm, but remembering the relaxed feeling it always brings, he just couldn’t stop.
As the cigarette shrink with his sanity, his minds were slowly emptying with only the thoughts of the only person, which he offered his heart to. The said person suddenly popped into his vision, and with that he acknowledge the presence of the latter by giving him the warmest smile he could give, as he take another stick of cigarette, only to be greeted with a disappointing stare from the other.
“How many sticks did you lit already, hyung?” as the latter reached for the other’s source of light, and put it in his shirt pocket.
“It’s just my second Kibumie.”
“You didn’t tell me you’ll be leaving early,” wrapping his arms around his hyung, making him face his hyung’s back with the process.
“I just felt like leaving early” not minding how the other was violating his personal space,
“Cutting classes?” the latter whispered through his hyung’s right ear.
“Like I said I just felt like leaving early… How about you, aren’t you a bit early?” as he tries to changed the topic.
“I’m always an hour early when I pick you up, hyung.” Turning his hyung to face him, only to recieve a gunshot from the other.
As Yesung tip toed to give Kibum a gunshot he let his arms encircled Kibum’s neck.
“Let’s go home. I’ll make coffee,” he whispered trough one of Kibum’s ears.
‘The only thing that could make me forget cigarettes, besides you.’
~OWARI~
..oh and yeah..the characters aren't mine..just the poorly written plot...