Yoon-ki, who had a displeased expression on his face and was tapping his nails on the desk, making a steady clicking sound.

I took off my glasses and washed my face dry. I sat in a chair for a long time, staring at a white screen and typing on the keyboard, so my eyes were tired.

It became stiff and my back and fingers started to feel increasingly sore.I can't even think about it anymore. Yoon-gi glanced at the cigarette pack he had placed next to the monitor.

I looked up.Should I smoke a cigarette?Yoon-gi, who was standing up from his chair and holding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his hand, opened the veranda door right next to him.

I went outside. When the weather was cold, I didn't even think about smoking even when I was blocked from writing. But as the weather cleared up and became cooler, I started thinking about smoking.

He stood out. He took a cigarette out of the pack, put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and put the pack and lighter in his back pocket.

I put it in. I inhaled once and exhaled, and a cloud of smoke rose up.

***

"I told you, that's not it!"

What, who's fighting?Yun-gi, who was looking around at the sudden loud noise, saw the veranda door on the opposite front floor wide open.

I stared at it intently.Is that where I came from?I wanted to, but I couldn't figure it out because it was quickly absorbed.

Yoon-gi took his eyes off the veranda one floor below and took another sip.

"I'm just tired! If I were you, I'd work all night, wouldn't I be tired?!"

"Ugh...!"

***

Yun-gi, who had accidentally inhaled the smoke, coughed incessantly.

"This is crazy..!"

Yoon-gi, who had finally stopped coughing, glared at the open veranda door with tears welling up in his eyes.

"If you're going to fight, at least close the door. Why leave it open and make me suffer like this?"

Yoon-gi, with his face wrinkled, cursed softly and brushed off the ashes that had burned away.

***

"Then you should have told me not to do it!"

"Who was the first to speak up and then ask for a drink? Who is it!!"

"ah.."

Yun-gi, who realized why the two were fighting, nodded quietly.

'Well, if you're so tired you could die, you'd be so annoyed.'

I nodded in agreement, took a sip, and then spat it out. But then,Bang-A sound was heard.

'I guess someone opened the door and went out.'As Yun-gi was quietly thinking and looking out at the veranda, a man suddenly appeared.

Surprised, Yoongi quickly turned his gaze away, but for some reason his eyes were drawn to it.

The man, full of complaints, rummaged through his pockets, took out a pack of cigarettes, and muttered something in an irritated tone.

I don't care what you mutter, but the distance between the apartments is close, so I don't want to hear it.

It came to Yoongi's ears on its own.'It sounds like you're cursing the guy who just left... Well, that's none of my business.'While

My eyes kept turning to the man. He still had a frown on his face, a cigarette in his mouth, and was rummaging through his pockets.

'Looks like you're looking for a lighter.'Yoon-gi stood up, holding the ashtray he had left in the corner of the veranda, and turned his head, and his eyes met the man's.

But as if their eyes had never met, Yoon-gi nonchalantly grabbed the cigarette he had in his mouth and moved his hand to the ashtray.

***

"Do you have a lighter?"

***

Yoon-gi, who was about to extinguish his cigarette in the ashtray, paused and looked at the man. The man was staring at Yoon-gi.

He wasn't looking next to me, nor was he looking directly above me, the man was looking exactly like Yoongi.

We were looking into each other's eyes.'That person is good at talking to people who are just starting out.'I was thinking for a moment while looking at the man.

Yoon-ki took a lighter out of his pocket and threw it at the man. The man caught the lighter and immediately threw it at the man.

He lit a cigarette, and before Yoon-ki could even get his lighter back, he extinguished it and went inside. He left the veranda open.

I closed the window and carefully drew the curtains. In the dark, gloomy room, where not a single ray of light entered, the only thing shining was the blinking cursor.

There was only a monitor with a white window open. Yoon-gi took out the pack of cigarettes he had put in his pocket and placed it on the desk, then sat down on the chair.

I sat down with a thud, leaned back against the backrest, and closed my eyes.'You were dressed neatly, but did you wear it while arguing?'

I had some pointless questions, but who cares? I don't even know him. Yoongi sighed. His mouth felt dry.

***

Yunki entered the house code and opened the door. As soon as he stepped inside, the warm air made him shiver.'The weather has cleared up, but

It's still a little chilly in the evenings.'Yun-gi took off his coat and hung it on a chair, then quickly changed his clothes and put on a black cardigan.

The editor said he only had time today, so he woke up early for the first time in a while and went to work. The only thing he said was that the weather was cold and how was the manuscript?

It was just pointless chatter about whether things were okay or not. If you were so busy that you had to make such a fussy appointment, you could have just gotten to the point and ended it.

I returned home without getting anything out of it, having just been rambling on and on about nothing. Ah, at least I did get something out of it. It's a way to answer in a timely manner while staring blankly. Yoongi frowned, pulled his phone from the pocket of his coat hanging on the chair, and checked the time.'It's already 7 o'clock.'

'Excluding the time it took to get ready and go out, I was held for about 4 hours...'After listening to such useless talk for 4 hours

There was. I was really crazy. Kim Taehyung bragging about his girlfriend would be even funnier. Yoongi snorted in amazement.

I rummaged through my coat again, finding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I'd given the lighter to the man the day before, but it was lying around the house.

I had no intention of getting it back.

'I'm thinking about a cigarette, but it's a bit cold outside.'Yoon-gi, who was looking out the window dyed purple and thinking for a moment, let out a deep sigh.

I opened the veranda door. There was barely any wind when I came, and I was wearing a cardigan, so I should be fine. Yoon-gi, worried that the cold air might get into the deep, closed the door as soon as he came out. He leaned against the veranda railing, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. He lit it with a lighter and put it in his cigarette case.

He held the lighter in one hand. He had no pockets in his pants, so he had to hold it in his hand. He took a drag and then spat it out, his gaze fixed on Yoongi.

I looked at the veranda across the street. The curtains were drawn, but the lights were brightly lit.

Yoongi, who had been staring intently at the veranda of the man he'd seen yesterday, shifted his gaze. It was a needless curiosity. It was just a chance encounter, so there was no need to pay attention. "I guess it's because I've been in a daze for four hours. I need to come to my senses quickly," Yoongi thought, adjusting his cardigan as a faint breeze blew. Then, the slightly open veranda door swung open, and the man from yesterday emerged, rummaging through his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. He put one in his mouth, tried to light it with his lighter, then stared blankly into space as Yoongi smoked. Sensing his gaze, Yoongi turned his head to look at the man. Their eyes met. But regardless, Yoongi immediately looked away and continued smoking.

The man, smoking a cigarette, stared intently at Yoongi. He felt his gaze, but as usual, he simply ignored it. Yoongi, stubbing out his charred cigarette in an ashtray, went inside, closing the door and carefully drawing the curtains. The man snuffed out his cigarette and went inside. He carelessly tossed the remaining cigarette, more than halfway through, into the trash can.

***

Boom bang-!

"Yoongi hyung, are you at Yoongi hyung's house? Right?"

Yoongi, who had been tossing and turning at the loud banging on the door, frowned and sat up. "What time is it? You're knocking on the door!" He cursed under his breath, grabbing the phone he'd left next to his pillow, turning it on, and checking the time.

3:48 AM

And 7 missed calls and 15 text messages. All from Park Jimin.'Oh, really?'He nervously shook his head and rose from his seat. He walked with his characteristically rough gait, turned on the light, unlocked the front door, and opened it. As soon as he opened it, a pungent smell wafted out. Yoongi narrowed his eyes.'Ah, the smell of alcohol.'

"Yoongi's tongue-!"

As soon as the front door opened, Jimin came inside and was embraced by Yoongi. Yoongi, who had been holding Jimin, frowned, as if annoyed. Then, he pushed Jimin away and closed the door, which had been wide open. He sighed deeply, walked over to the bed, and sat down on the edge.What's going on at this hour? You're even drinking.

"There is that.."

"Kim Taehyung broke up with me again?

"yes.."

Jimin, who followed Yoongi, who sat on the bed, nodded with a sad face as he sat on the floor. Yoongi sighed as if the ground was sinking. "This is why Kim Taehyung is a problem," Yoongi shook his head. Taehyung, who was in a lovey-dovey relationship with Jimin, had a habit of suggesting a breakup at the drop of a hat. Whenever something happened that he didn't like,If this is how it's going to be, let's break up!Because she'd storm out, poor Jimin was the only one who suffered. And after storming out, if you didn't catch her, she'd probably ask why you didn't catch her. I was sick of seeing them like that, so I once asked Jimin why they weren't breaking up, but he said they couldn't break up because they loved each other too much. And then he'd always come to Yoongi's house drunk. If it were me, we would've broken up already. Yoongi thought, looking at Jimin who looked miserable.

"Are you busy tomorrow?"

"Huh? No, I'm not busy..."

"Then go to sleep and wake up tomorrow and call, text, or come visit my house."

Yoongi said that, got up from the bed, opened the closet door, rummaged through it, took out a thin blanket, and threw it at Jimin."It's the only blanket left, so bear with the cold."