Wooheon lowered his head, blowing out a long stream of smoke.
It curled back up into his face, stinging his eyes.
“...I’m sorry. I was the one who wanted to go to the reservoir. That’s why you’re mad, isn’t it?”
Yueul mumbled beside him, hands tucked behind his back, kicking at a small rock.
Wooheon dropped his cigarette into the rusted tin ashtray.
It fell among the damp trash, let out a faint hiss, and went out.
“No. It’s my fault. I’m the one who said we should go. And honestly, whether we went or not... it probably would’ve ended the same way.”
He pulled out another cigarette.
The dizziness had passed, but his heart was still pounding and tight.
Yueul parted his lips to speak, then paused.
When he saw Wooheon raise the lighter, he reached out.
“What are you doing?”
“S-smoking is bad for us anthropomorphs.”
Their bodies were stronger than humans’, but cigarettes were still more toxic to them.
Yueul snatched the cigarette from Wooheon and dropped it into the ashtray.
