Yeosang puffed out the smoke after a second of holding it in. His throat burned, but it felt good. He was used to it by now.
"Yes, mom. I've been doing well, yes, yes, indeed. I have class in five minutes. Can I call you later? Yeah, of course, bye, love you," he ended the call. A sigh left his lips at the loss of contact from Wooyoung, but it didn't last long as the younger kissed Yeosang again. Hands on his waist.
"Is your mom ok?" Wooyoung asked, concern evident in his voice.
Yeosang nodded, taking another drag of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and stepping on it. "Yeah, she's fine. Just checking in on me," he replied, running a hand through Wooyoung's hair.
Wooyoung leaned into the touch, a small smile on his face. "Good. I'm glad she's doing well," he said before pressing another kiss to Yeosang's lips.
Yeosang smiled against the kiss, grateful for the distraction from his worries. He knew his mom would always be there for him, just like Wooyoung was. And for now, that was all he needed.
