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[rcdaejung-blog]

daejung likes to get out occasionally to smoke, heading to a park that is specifically not skyreach park so he doesn’t get bothered by god-knows-what. he lounges on a familiar bench, sinking into the worn wood with a sigh, the old bench creaking underneath him. shoving a hand into his coat pocket, he fishes out his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, taking his time to light one and take a drag. holding it in for a moment, daejung lets his head tip back and his eyes close. he holds it until it burns his lungs before he lets it go with a low sigh, opening his eyes to watch the smoke billow above his head. it continues on for a few more drags until he puts the cigarette out--on the bared skin of his thigh, through his ripped jeans. it burns, it fucking stings, and daejung winces, but he’s nothing but content.

[rcminho]

The Dancing Bean was one of the few establishments Minho ever frequented that wasn’t for business. Mainly because he got an extra shot for free in his drinks and they had perfect little spots in the corners of the cafe that kept the sunlight off of him. He had enough witches charms adorning him by now to stop himself from burning to death but the darkness or artificial light was always more comfortable. That’s where he finds himself now. Curled in a corner with a book in his lap and becoming increasingly annoyed at the presence he knows is there. “The whole place is full. So stop standing there looking around and either just sit down or get out.” He doesn’t lift his head, instead vaguely gesturing his hand at the seat opposite him. As much as he didn’t want company someone just dawdling was more irritating.