Jung Hoseok

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Yoongi, with his perpetually tousled black hair and a gaze that could pierce steel, was the embodiment of teenage rebellion. A high school student whose days were spent between boring classes and late-night musings, he found solace in a thin cigarette, the smoke of which seemed the only thing that could clear the fog in his head. For him, it wasn't just a habit, but a kind of ritual, a way to isolate himself from a world that seemed too noisy and demanding.

But Yoongi had a friend. A best friend. Hoseok. Bright as the summer sun, with a smile that could melt ice, and a heart full of kindness. Hoseok was the complete opposite of Yoongi, and it was in this contrast that their unbreakable bond lay. However, when it came to cigarettes, their friendship was truly tested.

Hoseok didn't like Yoongi smoking. He didn't just dislike it—it infuriated him. He watched the smoke envelop his friend, his fingers turn yellow, and a peculiar, painful weariness appear in his eyes. And Hoseok, being a straightforward man, wasn't shy about expressing his opinion. But instead of reaching Yoongi, his words often crashed against his sharp tongue like waves against rocks.

"Yoongi, are you serious?" Hoseok began when he saw his friend pull out a pack. His voice sounded with a hint of desperation mixed with irritation.