ㅤ arms crossed. he let out a brief yawn. ——﹙the night had been stressful.﹚                     ㅤㅤ

ㅤ ﹙the work, it was a weird night.﹚—— " hm.. hi? "                     ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " excuse me? " ﹙he frowned, confused.﹚                   ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " you’re looking at my cig a lot. want one? " ﹙raised one of his eyebrows.﹚                     ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " oh. sorry. " said bluntly. — " I didn’t notice you. " ﹙he was very distracted thinking about other things.﹚                     ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " in a way, yes. I just got here, but I’ve been here before. " ﹙cigarette between the lips, a brief sigh. he looked forward, watching the people passing by.﹚ —— " but, what about you? "             ㅤㅤ

ㅤ ﹙smoking while looking at the reader. not to intimidate, but just curious.﹚                     ㅤㅤ

ㅤ ﹙he looked at him.﹚          " bored? "             ㅤㅤ

ㅤ ﹙he moved the cigarette to the side, beating lightly with his fingertips so that the ashes would fall.﹚          " feel the same. "             ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " wine? " he’s willing to accept it if it’s an invitation to a good wine.    ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " you can pick something else if you want. we can have whiskey. "  ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " sounds good to me. "  ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " a piece of you? "            ㅤㅤ

ㅤ ...                   ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " huh? "            ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " oh. good morning. "            ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " surely then it wouldn’t be a piece of you. "  he puts out the cigarette and looks back at the man in front of him.   " hm. you can call me geon-woo. "      ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " I couldn’t sleep, I had to work. what about you? "            ㅤㅤ

ㅤ he just nods and walks again. his hands in his pockets and his thoughts were still a little vague, to the point where he didn’t realize he was going to the same place as the man.       ㅤㅤ

ㅤ " a little blood on your lips. "               ㅤㅤ