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I got out my lighter, hands shaking. I knew the apartment's policy on smoking but that wasn't about to stop me and it was too much work to climb down three flights of stairs this late.

Swearing loudly, I found my lighter was out of fluid. I groan and stare at the door. I really didn't like using the stairs, but the elevator shut off at 10 pm. However, knowing I would be worse off if I didn't go buy another one, I threw on shoes.

I walked to the nearest convenience store and went in, going straight for the lighters, then to the checkout. The boy standing there looked up from his phone as I approached. "Is that all you'll buying?" I nodded stiffly. As he rung it up I looked him over; he had beautifully vivid red hair, a button nose, full lips, and not to mention, a great butt. He caught me staring and smiled, causing his eyes to disappear into two crescent moons.

"I like your hair," I comment hoping that would explain the staring. a blush crept up his neck.

"I like yours too it's nice and...minty?" I shrug in response and he hands me my lighter.

I attempt to hand him my money, but he calmly states, "Don't worry, it's on me." I shake my head and walk towards the door out, wondering why he was being nice.

Just as I'm about to leave I hear him call out, "My names Jimin! In case you were wondering!" I stop and turn around slowly.

"And mine's Min Yoongi!" He smiles again as I leave, but I don't return it.

I get to my room and collapse on my bed. Talking to him exhausted me in a way I couldn't explain. I drift off into an uneasy sleep. only to wake up a couple hours later. I check my phone and see it's 4:16 am. I groan and decide that I might as well try out that new lighter.

The cold wind makes it a bitch to actually light the thing, but in no time I'm breathing smoke in.

I put the cigarette out on my arm, flicking the butt to the concrete. I climb back up the stairs and once in my apartment, I grab some paper. Not like I'll be sleeping anyway.

I sit in front of my piano and starts playing, writing the melodies I like, scrapping the ones I didn't. By the time my alarm goes off for me to wake up, I've filled three sheets. I shut off the alarm and lay down, kicking off my shoes in the process.

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