The night was cold and Jihoon was alone; he sits upont he park bench, his face turned up to the starry night sky overhead. His breath comes out in small puffs of white in front of him and his eyes close slowly, losing himself in his mind, until he senses somebody step out in front of him. Opening his eyes, he spots a woman in very little clothing, shivering as she shifts her weight from one high heel to another. When she speaks, Jihoon can guess that she is a smoker, her voice is lower than most women's and is quite gravelly.

"Wanna have some fun, big boy?" Jihoon nods his head and the woman moves to her knees, palming him through his jeans. Closing his eyes, Jihoon tilts his head back and the woman begins to unbuckle his belt, still working her hand. She looks up, questioningly, at Jihoon and spots tears streaming down his face; stnaidng, the e sits beside him and takes out a cigarette, lighting it.

"You don't have to cry, you know, it happens to guys all the time." Jihoon shakes his head, a sob escaping his lips.

"I know why it's happening...I know why." The e watches him with her dark eyes, watching the man in front of her bawl to himself, and she sighs heavily. Opening to say something, the e pauses as she notices the man shrugging out of his jacket and throwing it over her shoulders.

"You must be cold...you're not wearing all too much. My wallet's in the right pocket, take whatever it is you usually charge." Taking a drag from the cigarette, the e nods her head slowly before looking straight ahead, watching a figure in the distance walking their dog through the park.

"Why are you going to kill yourself?" Jihoon's face snaps to watch the perceptive e warily before speaking barely above a whisper, his voice broken,

"How did you know...?" The e looks at him.

"I have met many people in my life that have the same look in their eyes as you. What would a young, attractive man like you have to kill themselves over?" Jihoon looks down at his trembling hands, linking the fingers together to stop them from betraying his nervousness.

"It's a long story..." The e shrugs her shoulders easily, blowing out the cigarette smoke from between her red painted lips,

"I have time."

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