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Hyukjae holds a cigarette with two, sometimes three, and sometimes, though rarely, four fingers, pinching it delicately, the paper and tobacco wrinkling slightly under his grip. Donghae always holds it suspended between his index and middle finger, ash slowly crumbling to the ground, carried by the wind.
"So careful," Donghae says as he breathes in and the tip of his own cigarette flares brightly.
"Eleven minutes of your life right here," Hyukjae says seriously, holding it up, before he grins and takes a deep drag. "Gotta be careful with it."