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deux

11:45

COSETTE SINCLAIR

Lunch was over in less than 10 minutes, but it lasted way longer than that.

I was sitting boredly, listening to Jungkook and Hoseok talk about dating and relationships. Jungkook was an expert in that field, and he was giving Hobi advice on how to ask out another close friend of ours, Yoongi. Hobi was bisexual, but he was hopelessly in love with the short senior ever since he was in his sophomore year. I would constantly tease him and he would kick me hard in the ankle for it.

It seemed as though pretty boy was also bored out of his mind, as he was just staring off into space. I tapped Hoseok on the shoulder.

"I'm gonna ditch, go have a smoke or something." He nodded at me absentmindedly and I left the table, glancing at the handsome junior quickly.

It was cold outside, but I loved the pleasant chill that made the feeling of the lighter in my hand so much nicer. It was also pleasantly cloudy. Yay, the weather gods granted my wish. I stuck the cigarette between my lips and lit it, sliding the lighter back into my pocket.

Before I could even inhale, two fingers grabbed it out of my mouth and tossed it to the ground.

"Smoking kills around 480,000 people in America every year. Shouldn't do that, your lungs will hate you for it." And there it is.

I narrowed my eyes at the tall boy wearing a maroon varsity jacket, who was sucking on a lollipop.

"Jackass. I don't give two shits. It's one of the only things that makes me feel better, so fuck off." Yeah, I curse a lot, but this guy just kept disrupting my peace.

"Suit yourself. May I ask what the other things are?" I looked over at him, confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked dumbly.

"What else makes you feel better." He was very straight-to-the-point.

"Um, well, I love photography and writing. Majoring in writing."

"Photography. I do that too. I'm a music major." I nodded my head slightly.

We stood in silence a moment too long. It became uncomfortable, and I fought the urge to say that out loud. He seemed content to be standing in silence, on the other hand.

"Namjoon."

"What?"

"My name. Kim Namjoon," a side-eye glance, "and yours?" A smile.

"Cosette Sinclair."

"Hm. Is that French?"

"Indeed it is."

"So are you Korean and French? Sorry if I'm mistaken."

"Yup." We were silent for a few minutes. Finally looking over at him, I stifled a rude remark when I saw his lollipop replaced with a lit cigarette.

"You hypocrite, you just contradicted what you said before."

"Don't mind me, that's how I am. Yeah, I smoke, but why should I set a bad example for good people who don't deserve one?" Huh. He had a point. This boy was interestingly perplexing. I really had a problem with jumping to conclusions.