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I wiped my tears away and stood up. So far, nobody has entered the elevator on me so I was thankful. I left and started walking around the lobby until someone called my name.

"Hoseok!" I turned around and my eyes widened. I instantly smiled.

"Jordan, hello." I said.

"Hello again." He said, smiling widely at me. "Where's your friend?"

"Don't know and I don't care."

"Oh, did you fight?"

"M-maybe." I mumbled. "I want forget about it. How-how are you?"

"I'm great." He said. "So, what are you doing in France?"

"School trip." I said. "Two weeks."

"That's awesome!" He exclaimed. "I'm actually here for some work."

"Not live here? Because you have a french, french uh, accent." I tilted my head, trying my best to speak English with him.

"I grew up here." He shrugged. "Anyways, will your teachers allow you to leave the hotel?"

"No."

"Oh, that's sad. Well, there's an arcade under this floor. Wanna go have fun?"

"Arcade, yes!" I smiled.

Little did I know, someone was watching me from far away.

**

"I win, again!" I laughed. "I'm more awesome!"

"Basketball is a stupid game, anyways." He crossed his arms, rolling his eyes at me.

"Yes, because you loser!" I pointed at him. I took the winning tickets that sprouted out of the basketball machine and compared them to Jordan's. "I have more tickets than you. I get cool present!"

"The gap is just a hundred tickets, that's nothing."

"Sure." I smirked. "You play hoop game?"

"No more basketball."

"Not basketball, promise."

"Alright."

We walked to the game where we had to throw a little hoop around the glass bottle. It was only one bottle and it was far away. This was going to be hard.

"Let's make a bet." Jordan declared.

"What?" I asked, interested.

"If I win this, I get to keep my tickets and take yours. If you win, you take mine and keep yours."

"Ok!" I smirked.

We started playing and we've missed many times yet we still wasted our money on this game. I wanted the tickets and so did Jordan. The worker even told us in French that we were wasting our money. Of course I didn't understand, Jordan translated for me. He told him one of us will win no matter what.

I was about to throw my hoop but someone spoke up and I missed the bottle. I turned to the person in anger but it all died away when I saw Yoongi standing there.

"I see you're having fun."

"I am." I crossed my arms. "And you made me miss the bottle."

"Good."

"Hello again." Jordan said, smiling at Yoongi.

"Hi." He scoffed. "Come on."

"No, I'm staying here. Who are you to tell me to leave? Not my dad, that's for sure." I said as I turned away from him.