Tobacco kills more than six million people each year, 
translating to one smoking-related death every five seconds. 
That is a million more deaths than those occurring each year as a result 
of HIV, tuberculosis, and malaria combined.

Doyoung glared as the barista chuckled after reading the note he stuck onto the reusable cup he handed. “This isn’t a joke, Yuta-ssi” he muttered, still glaring at the now laughing male.

“When will you stop, Doyoung-ssi?”Yuta asked, his tone clearly mocking the younger. He smiled sweetly as he handed the change to the now seething male which made the pre-med student angrier, if that were even possible.

“Until you ing stop smoking or die of lung cancer, whichever comes first.” Doyoung replied, taking his change before he took his leave, not sparing the amused male another glance.

Note: Honestly, this wasn't my best work but I tried to make it work so I hope you enjoy. This was for the Doyufest in ao3 and I just decided to cross-post this here because well, why not? I'm sorry if this wasn't as good I forgot about the exchange and wrote this in the last minutes so guess who made this word vomit in 3 hours?