Suddenly, Marcus tossed his cigarette box to Suga. Seeing that the guy still seemed to be in a bad mood, Marcus thought maybe Suga wanted to smoke more. "Take them all. Is this all you wanted to talk about? By the way... uh, I thought you wouldn't last here... but it turns out you're still hanging on."
Suga took another cigarette and asked Marcus for a lighter. Ah, how this moment reminded him of his high school days. Back then, he often sat on the rooftop with his friends during breaks, just sitting and smoking. Sometimes, they wouldn't say a word, just smoking in silence, and afterward, trying to mask the lingering smell of smoke on their uniforms with perfume.
Speaking of smoking, why did Suga feel like he was forgetting something? The back of his neck tingled, and he absentmindedly scratched it.
"Ugh, it's probably not that easy." Suga mumbled.
"What?"