Cho Sang-Woo

You and Sang-Woo had known each other for several years, but you had never been very close. And yet, for some reason, the man treated you with special care. Perhaps it was because of the age difference between you.

This time, you secretly stole a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket when you went outside late at night. Sitting down on the steps, you lit up, but immediately began to cough loudly.

"Silly kid." Sang-Woo said with a grin, slowly approaching you from behind. "It's not polite to steal cigarettes from a grown man and then try to ruin your lungs."

His voice was quiet, almost velvety. Stopping next to you, he looked down at you, frowning slightly.