From the side of his face, Doyoon saw this pointed high-bridged nose and then the cigarette between his lips. That figure lifted his chin, making the side of his grey eyes sharp.
"Hey!"
"Hey, bastard!"
Doyoon's small voice finally caught the guy inches away from him.
From his thin lips, he parted the cigarette and threw it on the ground. The nerves on his temples almost popped out as soon as he heard the one calling him bastard.
Hyun-woo put his hands in his pockets and approached the guy curling on the side of the alley.
The small light from the lamppost reflected his golden hair. It was messy, like he just woke up. Hyun-woo flinched, he already recognized this one, so he crouched down.
"Hey? What are you doing here?"
The grumpiness on his face vanished as he cupped Doyoon's face to meet him. "Hey? What are you doing—" he froze as soon as he felt the coldness from the guy's face.
