He sat in that corner of the building’s dimly lit rooftop, puffing white smoke from his favourite brand of cigarettes. He’d used up almost two cartons of the three he bought earlier and butts of cigarettes were scattered around his shiny louboutins. He came here to escape everyone and everything. But he supposed it was time to go back. 

A/N: This is actually part of the series How Dong Youngbae Finally Got a Date which was a comedy/band!fic but I reworked/reworded it into a one-shot for GDYB because its tone is a bit different from the rest of the story. It's an experiment on how things taken out of context can lead to different conclusions. 

Note: I've decided to keep this one open for future one-shots with similar themes. For now, here's what I have.