changbin x hyunjin (stray kids), angst, hurt & comfort, smoking
warning: i just FREAKING SUCK at writing but it's smh been a habit of my mind to think in english lululul so there you go an english draft. i'm in the process of writing the full version in vietnamese ihi hope that i would finish it soon. been in the changjin mood these days uwu i love my bbies.
btw read this piece as slowly as you can pls bcs it's very short huhu.
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changbin smoked almost every midnight, by the balcony of their dorm. chan had once scolded him for this, since it could ruin the team's reputation, and specifically, his reputation. but changbin still sneakily smoked. he let the darkness cover his small figure in the night and let the cold wind blow the bitter smell of cigarettes off his clothes.

the night shadow couldn't do much, after all. hyunjin still found out his action one night after coming home late from practice.

"hyung, don't tell me you are doing that again."

"what if i am?"

hyunjin remained silent, his eyes scanning the older boy leaning against the door to the balcony. he looked sad, desperately sad, at some point, but mostly that i-don't-give-a-fuck kind of sadness. that was just changbin, plain changbin, somehow he realized the fact.

"you are not asking if i'm telling chan?"

"no?"

hyunjin couldn't help but smile a bit at the answer.

"so you really do believe me that much."

changbin smirked at him before turning back to his burning cigarette. hyunjin felt his heart somehow flipped at the back scene of the older holding a cigarette loosely on his right hand while looking out to an indefinite space. no commonly hyped changbin, no smiley face or acting cute, he felt like the guy was drowning himself in the hole of depression, unspoken thoughts and worries.

"do... do you want to talk about something? like, anything?"