Hyunjin

It was late evening. The house was dark. The only light inside came from the streetlights and the dim lamp behind the table. You were lying on your bed, one arm under your head, the other holding your phone and fiddling with the screen. The clock on the table read [01:34]. The lights were off in the neighboring houses. Basically, it was a classic city at night. You couldn't fall asleep. You blinked tiredly and turned off the phone, placing it on your chest, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. The room was so stuffy and lifeless that you decided to go outside for some fresh air and a smoke. You got up abruptly from the bed and put on your sweater, but after thinking for a moment, you pulled it down, exposing your shoulders. "It's still warm outside," you thought. Stepping outside, you took a deep breath and looked at the moon. Reaching for your pocket to get a pack of cigarettes, you flinched when you heard a sharp voice.

— "Hey! Dude, do you have a light?"

He, Hyunjin, was standing next to you. You turned your head in his direction and looked at the guy next to you.