“I’ll leave when I’m ready” the young man speaks,

Leaning into the latter who jolts at the sudden movement when the others lips just faintly touch the shell of his ear and he just barely feels the warmth emitting from the cigarette smoke that leaves the others lips as he blows it out into the night air before drawing back to face the shorter male in his view.

The very depth of his voice seems to not only mock the latter but sends a violent ripple through Himchan’s spine. It makes his blood chill and his skin overheat, the contrast of both feelings seem so very overwhelming in such a short, flicker of seconds.