I enjoy smoking. No, it's not just enjoying it; I'm a total chain smoker. I first tried it at twenty-three, and I fell so deeply for the pleasure that I usually chain-smoke whenever I light up. But... I can't smoke anymore. If I do, Unnie nags me so much. She says it's bad for my health... She should worry about herself.

If I catch you smoking this time too, don't expect to be able to do 'it' with me for the rest of your life.

Ha, crazy. Last time it was kissing, and now it's this?

Then, I really couldn't stand it anymore, so on my third day of quitting for the umpteenth time, I snuck out of the house and had one. I felt like I was going to cry from relief. Suddenly, a KakaoTalk notification arrived, and a message appeared in the chat window from Unnie: "I'm going to sleep over at your place tonight."

I smirked at the thought of devouring her all night, but then I realized this isn't the time for that. I'm screwed. She has a sharp nose, so she'll know I smoked. I rushed back inside, scrubbed my hands raw, sprayed deodorizer, and brushed my teeth. I did everything I could. Surely she won't find out...