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The life of a lighter is boring.
That's probably what you, my dear reader, would think if the thought of a living object ever crossed your mind.
You might even think you'd prefer to be a car instead, to see lots of places, to be lived, to be important.
I'm afraid you could even be right, but, truth be told, I do not hate to be a lighter.
We lighters are made in factories, we have tons of siblings (you could say twins, since we look the same in shape and colour) from which we get separated once we reach the stores.
I'm a simple lighter, but I do take pride in my skin colour: pink. It's not a hot pink, but it's more of a pastel one. So many of my siblings have graphic designs on them, while I'm a plain pink one. You could say I'm one of those who are bought and then forgotten somewhere on a bench or dropped on the streets during the rush hour.
But in reality I have a much bigger story to tell. And as many stories from my lighter fellows, it starts as one day someone came in the shop and, along with a packet of Malboro Gold, I was bought by a bunch of highschoolers.
At some point I did become what you, dear reader, expected me to be: a loner lighter. Because, soon after the highschoolers finished the cigarettes, I was abandoned on a bench. I waited there, unable to do anything else.
Two or three days went through, until I heard a voice.
"Eunho-ah! There's a lighter here!"
It was such a lovely voice, almost an angelic one. I was picked up and was faced with a blond long haired guy. A fine man really. His blue eyes looked at me so much that, if I were a person, I would've blushed very hard.
Soon after, he was reached by this guy he called Eunho, who kinda resembled a puppy. Maybe because his silver hair were so bouncy that made him look like he had dog ears.
"Does it work?"
They tried me and of course I worked, I was used for maybe an hour.
The blond guy nodded and made me spin through his fingers, looking at me intently. It seemed like a thought had crossed his mind, as his expression twitched. He probably thought it over, not sure if he should say it outloud. But then he lifted his eyes from me and blunted out whatever was on his mind.
"Doesn't this colour resemble Bamby?"
"Noah-hyung, can you please not."
Eunho had a distressed expression, borderline angry. Those words surely rubbed him the wrong way, because he took out a cigarette and took me from Noah's hand.
"Alright, sorry, my bad. But anyway what happened? I know you're trying to ignore him, because why would you come to eat with me and Yejun-hyung?"
"Yeah, well... Where's Yejun-hyung anyway?"
"Yah, you rascal, don't try to change the subject-"
"DO EUNHO. I TOLD YOU TO STOP SMOKING."
Eunho, who kept playing with me as he smoked, rolled his eyes as he took a puff of the cigarette. He didn't even reply to the new guy who approached us. Eunho was so cold and unaffected by the scolding that went on after that.
My first thought about this puppy like person was of a joyful one, but as I listened to the conversation go on, I realised that maybe he wasn't that joyful, not at that moment at least.
He seemed sad, stressed and maybe, probably, heartbroken. And as I felt pity for him, I kinda took him at heart. Because his behaviour was so off despite the initial vibe he gave me. I was so curious about this guy that being put in his pocket as he tagged along his hyungs, made me the happiest lighter alive.