CHARCOAL || Lee Haechan | Na Jaemin ff

Prologue

"Can I have it?" Sara gave him a simple nod before fidgeting with the pack of cigarettes. "No," the male muttered, stepping closer to her, cocking his head to the side. "I meant the one between your lips."

Sara liked to imagine the clouds as the protectors of the sky, in the same way she used charcoal to hide the depth of her sketches. She used to believe that every person needed someone who would hide them from the whole world, not let anyone see them when they were at their downs—not that she for one wanted someone herself though.

She was a loner—the odd one out.