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no bc seeing soobin and sohee smile in mv’s literally has me grinning from ear to ear like a manic

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i fear premature death (but god you look good smoking cigarettes) | j.sc

a/n: i know nothing about smoking but this is based off that one dellaxoz song so...

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Sungchan takes the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it lazily onto the ground, squashing the stub under his worn out shoes. You stand awkwardly next to him, still not used to the musky and biting smell of tobacco even after a full year of dating him. You try not to scrunch your nose as you think about how the smell of smoke would cling to your clothes. But you don’t say anything. 

Sohee notices these little things. 

He notices that you’re not a smoker but you still carry a zippo lighter in your pocket just for Sungchan. You had tried to get him to quit in the past, but Sungchan was always stubborn. So you would just be neutral about it. Not scolding him but not joining him either. 

Your eyes looked blank these days. You laughed but Sohee could sense how hollow you sounded. It reminded him a bit of himself. You’d started to smoke these days and he wonders if Sungchan were to blame. 

Sohee noticed you step outside, holding a pack of Marlboros in one hand and the familiar zippo in the other. He watches through his window as you sit down on the patio steps, hugging your knees, taking shallow puffs as you stare into the sky and observe the stars, or at least whatever you can make of them through the light pollution. 

He wonders if you were cold. You were, but you liked the way the cold air nipped at your skin. 

You hear the door slide behind you and turn around to see Sohee, a messy head of hair, his green hoodie, and grey sweatpants. He was holding one of his zip up jackets. “Hi,” you say softly as he sits down next to you. You’re quick to put out your cigarette in the ashtray. You never smoked around other people before—not even Sungchan. He offers you the jacket and you accept it. When you put it on, you notice how it smells just like him, a distinct fabric softener scent. 

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you ask. He nods. “Is Sungchan asleep?” “Yeah,” you sigh.

“Why the sigh?” Sohee swallows. “I don’t know,” you say, wringing your hands. “Just overthinking,” you say dismissively, shaking your head with a small smile. Sohee sees right through you, but he doesn’t push any further. A silence falls.

“Since when were you a smoker?”

“Oh, uh” you just scratch the back of your neck. “Sorry” 

“Nah you’re good, it’s just… not like you” 

“Like me?” you ask, tilting your head. “You didn’t like it when Sungchan-hyung would smoke, no?”

You chuckle softly, “Man, was it that obvious?”

“Yeah…” he says. “Sungchan-hyung is just dense.”

“You’re kind of not wrong,” you say. 

Another blanket of silence falls.

You exhale, the warmth of your breath fogging up the cold air. 

“Let’s get out of here,” you say, turning to meet his shiny eyes. Those orbs looked like they held the world. 

The two of you get up and make your way over to your car, pulling out of the driveway. If Sohee is skeptical of where you’re taking him in the dead of night, he doesn’t let it show. He wonders what could possibly be open at this hour. But regardless, you start driving down familiar roads, and Sohee doesn’t ask. It reminded him a bit of old times, when you first got your driver's license at 17 and you two would sneak out in your mom’s busted Corolla for night drives. Before you guys grew up, before he introduced you to Sungchan, before all of that. 

“I hope you’re hungry,” you say, as you turn into the plaza of your favorite 3 AM taco spot. He smiles to himself. Of course. The two of you demolish 5 carne asada tacos each, sitting in the back of your trunk in the empty, quiet parking lot, save for the occasional car passing by. 

“Too full... I think I might throw up,” you tell Sohee. “Oh god, please aim away from me,” he says, grimacing through his amusement at how dramatic you were. You poke his sides at this. 

“It’s so nice here. I almost don’t want to go back,” you say–in more ways than one. “Then don’t,” Sohee says, staring at his shoes. 

Sungchan smells an unusually strong smell of cigarettes on your clothes. “I started smoking,” you say. You feel ashamed. He didn’t believe you. So you showed him the convenience store receipts and the pack of Ice Jacks in your pocket. “Why? Is it because of me?” he asks.” “I don’t know”, you say looking at your shoes. You mumble something under your breath that he couldn’t catch. “You were never like this before. Did something happen?” You keep looking at your shoes, shaking your head. Sungchan turns you toward him so you would meet his gaze. You were crying. You bring your hand up to swipe the tears away and Sungchan can’t be mad anymore. Not when you were like this. Your eyes shined with tears but there was something duller than usual. He wipes the tears that continue to fall with his thumb and pulls you into a hug. You start sobbing into him. Guilt starts creeping up on him. He doesn’t show it though. 

At home, Sungchan stands in front of you as you sit on the edge of his bed. “Why don’t you ever tell me these things?” he asks. “You never ask,” you say, sniffling. “Don’t put the blame on me. You-” he says with some frustration. 

“I won’t know if you don’t tell me. You can’t expect me to guess,” he explains softer. “I know, I’m sorry” you say, fidgeting uncomfortably. He notices your discomfort and sighs. He comes closer and hugs you. “I’m not scolding you. You’re not in trouble,” You bury yourself into the front of his hoodie and Sungchan’s heart softens. He strokes your hair and the back of your head, gently carding his fingers through. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m sorry for not doing this sooner,” he whispers. 

Sohee can hear the conversation from his room, the voices muffled yet just clear enough to make out words with his ear pressed against the wall. He sighs. 

Sungchan sits on the edge of the bed with his hands clasped together as you shower. He feels guilty. He knows that you haven’t been well but he has turned a blind eye to. He didn’t do it on purpose but he didn’t seem to want to face the situation head on. He was so busy with work and school that he didn't have time to pour energy into anything else. He was too farsighted and couldn’t even realize you were next to him hurting. You fed him, took care of him when he was sick, loved him when nobody else did, and all you got in return was second hand smoke. 

“I’ll quit,” he says. You shake your head. “I’m being serious,” as you pull away to search his facial features for any semblance of a false promise. “If you stop, I'll stop,” he says. He pulls a half empty pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and snaps each one in half, discarding the crushed tobacco into the trash can. A tear falls from your eyes and you wipe it off with your sleeve.

“Hey, look at me,” he says softly. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay” he reassures.