"Okay but you're quitting after this. I hate when you smoke so... give it up. It's gross." Minjun claimed to only do it socially but he smelled of smoke more often and not. And surely he could make this sacrifice for him. Given everything. Kissing Minjun for a while, he broke away and bowed politely to his ride, heading off into the hotel.

Gyungho leaned against the car, already lighting up and watching Minjun curiously. "You okay, boss man?"