J.WINTOUR || 박지민 || BangtanBoys || Royal Series || AU ⚜ [EDITING]

Facts ■

•Martina•

It's been two weeks since I attended the university of St. Clair. It wasn't the most comfortable yet it wasn't that bad either. I met a couple of people that I wouldn't really call friends. They're more of acquaintances. The guy named Laszlo is my classmate in a few subjects. He's a total artist along with his friends. The kind of people who know exactly where they are and what their purpose in life is. I knew from the moment I was introduced to the rest of Laszlo's friends, that I didn't belong. These people according to what I've learned, are from noble families.

I didn't want to build any  relationships with anyone here so being casual was indeed a good decision. I was seriously determined to shift my course after this semester. I don't want to be an artist... I just want to be involved in psychology or history. Something that really interests me. It's not that fine arts doesn't interest me...it's just that I want to do something else and it isn't art.

However, despite the evident distance I project to these people, Laszlo Beaumont was still this persistent sarcastic fellah who wouldn't leave me alone. I've declined a few invites to his friends and his whereabouts... however today, I wasn't able to say 'No'  as every one in their group chimed in.

"Come on, Eccleston it's just a get together. Nothing wild. Just fancy wine and good  conversation."

Laszlo formally delivered, probably sensing that I'm not into petty interactions. I glanced  on my wristwatch and contemplated for a bit...

"Come on sweetpea! Have a life! This is France. The city never sleeps. It's Friday you're young just chill! "

Elle, Lazslo's friend uttered with a smile on her face.

Well... I wasn't exactly given a curfew and I think it won't be bad cause it's Friday anyway...

I sighed. They don't look harmful and kind of matured so...

"Okay."

I said with a smile.

"Hop in."

Laszlo opened the passenger's door for me.

I sent Ms. Laura a message and quickly slid my phone inside my bag.

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Laszlo was true to his words. The get together was not the typical rich kid party all night thing that I imagined but indeed a nice dinner, fancy wine and deep conversations. I wasn't able to converse a lot as I enjoyed listening to their topic. The group of 6 excluding me,  were nice enough to communicate in a language I'm comfortable with. I learned most of them are sons and daughters of the upper class French while Lazslo is the sole noble.