Seungmin

A guy sat on the roof of an old dorm, smoking and looking at the sky. Below, the usual bustle of campus: students running to class, laughing by the fountain.

Suddenly, he heard the soft sound of footsteps nearby. He didn't turn around.

"Are you always alone here?" asked a familiar voice.

It was Seungmin, a quiet guy from his AI group. He was holding two cups of coffee: one black (with sugar), the other with milk and cinnamon.

He handed the second one to the guy without a word...

You slowly turned your head. Seungmin stood slightly hunched over, wearing glasses and a light gray sweater. The wind gently ruffled his black hair.

You silently accepted the glass - the one with cinnamon.

“Thank you...” he muttered hoarsely from the long silence.

Seungmin sat down next to him on the edge of the roof, still wearing his sneakers. He lit a cigarette too—I'd rarely seen him smoke before.

There was silence... but not so empty.