Soohyun felt like he spent enough time just laying there on the bed. The studying of the pattern on the wall had gotten tiresome to him and he was over it. He pushed himself up off the bed, going over to the dresser. There wasn't much in it, just a few changes of clothes. He opened the drawer pulling out a fresh black v-neck and some mesh shorts. It was far different from the usual leathers he wore, but he didn't really care.   He went into the bathroom, changing, he pulled his phone out of the pocket before tossing the dirty clothes into a basket. He ran his finger over the screen looking at it. He didn't know why. Maybe he was half expecting that there would be a message, that someone would acknowledge that he still existed somewhere. He ran his thumb over the screen again, scoffing at his own thoughts. He knew not many people had his number and he knew that of those who did, no one would contact him. Yet he still held it with him as if it were his only form of contact.   He opened the top drawer of his night stand, pulling out his old friend, his pack of cigarettes. He hadn't seen them in over a week, he hadn't touched them in that long. He took them out slapping the back against his hand as he headed out to the balcony. Some how these old creaky planks, surrounded by flimsy railing had become his home. He cupped a hand to his face as he let the smoke, taking a long drag off of it. He would do as he always had done, he would hold it in.    Hold the smoke in for so long, it was humanly impossible, hold it in for so long it would sear his lungs. He was lucky. He was convinced that if he had been human he would have died by now. If not from suffocation then from lung cancer or something. He let the smoke drift out of his mouth, creating small rings in the smoke. He pressed his back hard against the wall of the apartment building, sliding down into a crouching position. The night seemed so still to him.