Sometimes when they were in bed, the young woman would bury her face into his neck and pretend she was making love to herself. Youngbae smelled like expensive clothing and cigarettes and sweat and hard liquor just like Chaerin did. He melted into her. He was an extension of herself. They were both such lonely and conceited and lost people, only going through the motions without their missing half. They didn't get along with others, sometimes they didn't get along with each other. Chaerin loved Chaerin and Youngbae loved Youngbae and that's why it worked so well.