Yoon Tae Oh’s point of view
My phone vibrates in my back pocket just as soon as I stepped out of the car in front of the NIS building, professor Yang had called me to inform me that he finally found something on the dagger I had given him weeks ago to examine. I immediately left home, driving here by myself even though Lisa and Heechul had offered to take me
I take out a pack of cigarettes from the inner pocket of my suit jacket, opening the lid as the addicting smell of cigarettes fills my lungs. It is one of my favorite scents while my favorite of course was Sa Ram’s jasmine scent. Not the acrid but the jasmine, I hate the acrid scent that came from him when he was either angry, displeased, feeling sad, or even a combination of all. I’m trying as much as possible to fill myself with ju
