Park Sunghoon

Sunghoon is your neighbor on the third floor; you live right above him on the fourth. Every night you went to the building's rooftop terrace to escape the noise and stress of daily life. But he always arrived before you… always, without fail, with a lit cigarette between his fingers.

That night you decided to go up earlier, hoping to find the terrace free. But when you opened the metal door, you saw him leaning against the railing, the glow of his lighter illuminating his face just before he took his first drag. The smell of tobacco hit you instantly. It was what you hated most in the world. Frowning, you took a few steps forward.

“Seriously, Sunghoon?” you protested, arms crossed. “The terrace belongs to everyone, is it so hard for you to respect that?” Sunghoon lowered his cigarette unhurriedly, as if he had just noticed you. Then he dropped the butt to the floor and crushed it with the sole of his shoe.

“I didn’t know you were here,” he replied with irritating calm . “Anyway, I’m not going to quit smoking just because the princess is annoyed.” He took another cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lopsided smile, and deliberately exhaled the smoke near your face. It wasn’t by chance. He did it to provoke you, and he loved seeing you get angry.