Painkillers

That existence itself seemed forgotten, a corner classroom in the College of Business Administration. A man I happened to encounter in a space like my own secret hideout. The man with the indifferent face made eye contact with Eun-oh and slowly took a deep drag of his cigarette. The end of the cigarette, drawn in deeply, burned red. In the dark room, the red light was even more intense and clear. Looking at the man, Eun-oh thought. He smokes so deliciously, exhales so coolly. The smoke looks so sweet. "Want some?" The sudden voice cut through the sound of the rain. The question to the woman was a light impulse born out of boredom. What kind of answer would she give with that innocent...