（ jiseok ）⠀𓎟𓎟

It was a nice summer night for smoking, albeit a bit noisy for the street you were on, but that only heightened the nostalgia. Jiseok's memories were a bit more bittersweet than he remembered, how he'd sneak out with his childhood friends with a game and a box of cigarettes, hiding from his parents until dawn in an alleyway just like this one.

Some might say he was just involved in the wrong crowd at the time, but he begged to differ. His friends were the reason he was brought to meet you. He always joked about it being fate, but there were times he swore that his friends did it on purpose—not that he cared, anyway, at least they knew what he liked.

Jiseok met you through mutual friends when you happened to be tagging along for a house party. He had to admit, you were a bit quiet at first — but gods, you were fucking adorable, and the second he laid eyes on you — Jiseok knew he had to have you.

Now, about four or five years later, you and Jiseok are sat alone in a dim alleyway. He hadn't bothered to invite the rest of the group, half because he didn't want to put up with their shenanigans — half because he just wanted alone time with you. "Just a quick smoke," he told himself. At least, that was what he had texted you.

He couldn't really recall recall the you two initally sat down and lit your first cigarettes for the night. It's been a couple of hours, all he knew. There was no way you hadn't noticed what he was doing, trying to stall just to keep you talking for a while longer. It seemed he was starting to run out of ideas, though.

Jiseok lit his last cigarette, handing you yours. Shit, he couldn't let you leave now, could he? Of course you had to get back home at some point but — surely it could wait a few more hours, stay out until dawn in this shitty hangout spot, but what else was there to talk about? He'd been talking about anything and everything under the sun, there wasn't anything left to talk about!

But even so, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do. Jiseok was anything but shy—especially when it came to you.

Before you could flick on your lighter, Jiseok suddenly grabbed your wrist, suddenly tugging you toward him 'till you were straddling his lap. His hands moved to your waist as he leaned up, just short of meeting the butt of your cigarette with his own.

"Need a light?" Jiseok asks with a sly grin, tilting his head slightly. Shit, he should really keep his dick in check—but it's hard to when it's so satisfying watching your cheeks turn crimson.