for : @snowflower based on : source !
cigarette hanging off his lips in clothing not fit for the area — sticking out like a sore thumb, something tossed outside and treated separate from the rest. the home in front of him was unrecognizable, shipped off too young to form anything lasting around here. eyes flicker, smoke blowing through bruised lips and never letting the stick fall from his mouth. not more than a few feet away, he can feel her eyes before yejun turns to look. she's pretty, he thinks. looks like belongs here. the afterthought reels in whatever bit of friendliness he'd have. eyes meet and his head tilts, something between amusement and arrogance shining. “you got some kind of staring problem?”