4:50 PM
yo, where tf r u
calm ur tits bro
im already near the parking lot u bitch
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Peeling the plastic off a fresh pack of Marlboro Reds is cathartic—maybe even a little orgasmic, if you really want to get into the details.
The scent of raw tobacco rising up after ripping off the foil is definitely the closest to heaven I’ll ever get. I pull out a single stick, flip it upside down, and slide it back in. A little lucky ritual of mine.
Plucking a fresh cig from the pack, I dig around in my jacket for my Zippo. Leaves and branches rustle behind me just as I spark the flint.
"Min—oof!"
Cans of Monster land squarely against my stomach as I turn around.
"You’re already starting without me?" Min-ji spits out, crossing her arms.
“You were taking too long!” I fire back, hunting for the Zippo I dropped in the dirt.
“I feel immensely betrayed, Je-hwi. It’s been what—since the start of the semester that we’ve been smoking here? At our hidden spot?” Min-ji dramatically sighs as she throws her bag next to mine and lies down on the ground.
Looking back, we clicked the second we bumped into each other at this spot near the parking building, just across the road from Cheongsongdae at Yonsei. She had just emptied her pack, and I had forgotten my lighter. It was a perfect trade-off. It’s always refreshing to find another kin in ash and nic.
“And for that, here’s the payment for the Monsters.” I slap a crisp 50,000-won bill onto her forehead.
“Oho~ Je-hwi the rich guy. Is this the fruit of the slot machines?” Min-ji teases, holding the bill with both hands to test its crispness.
“Nah, cards are better. Online slot machines are definitely rigged,” I grunt as I lie down beside her and light my cigarette.
“Gimme one.” Min-ji taps my shoulder.
“Wait a bit,” I say, taking a drag. I let the heat of it permeate my chest, waiting for the nicotine to hit my bloodstream.
“Gimme one,” Min-ji asks again.
“Wait a b—FUCK!”
My cigarette falls to the dirt as I double over, clutching my stomach in agony. Having just expertly tapped my nuts, Min-ji casually fishes the pack from my jacket pocket.
“Why the fuck would you do that?!” I shout, still clutching myself while frantically trying to salvage the fallen cigarette.
“You weren’t giving me one,” Min-ji hums happily. As she pulls a cigarette from the pack, I notice she takes the upside-down one.
This bitch
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