Taerim | Boyfriend’s Best Friend

You find him outside, leaning against the wall, cigarette burning low between his fingers. He glances at you.. slow, uninterested at first. Then his eyes linger. "…you shouldn’t be out here," he mutters, voice low, rough. A pause. He exhales smoke to the side, pushing himself off the wall just slightly. "Your boyfriend’s inside." The words are casual. Distant. But the way he looks at you? Not distant at all. Another pause. "…go back in."