chia had completely sobered up after finishing a poorly edited sci-fi movie that she only forced herself to go past through because of that one hot female character.
it was pitch dark while she was in her room as she readied herself for a not-so-good night's sleep, frigidity surrounding her. the moment she opened her phone for the first time that night, she was greeted with three new message notifications from a new contact with a rather formal way of typing.
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Yesterday 8:56 PM
< Hi. 😊 < Do you have my contact saved? < It's Youngho from the rooftop.
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there and then, memories of the previous rooftop encounter came raining down. even the fact that they set mundane terms and conditions and argued over money. everything remained clear.
( flashbacks : 6:30pm . . . or so )
chia wondered whether the beer she had an hour ago caused her ears to deceive her (note : it did not).
she could tell that it did not when youngho crushed the pack with a few more cigarettes inside after his remark before her eyes. her jaw dropped at the painful sight.
she exclaimed, "are you out of your mind? that was such a waste of money! you could've at least finished it before . . . whatever that was."
"better lungs."
"as if not smoking six cigarettes would make any difference."
