STARSHINEY is a well-known LOLOL player. They make insane plays that can save even the worst of games and have been in the âTop Tenâ of the world ever since itâs release. Why do you know this?
⊠because you are STARSHINEY.
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Sometimes, you wish youâd never downloaded this stupid app. Or that youâd never opened that stupid door, to a stupid apartment, because of some stupid words from a stupid stranger. Maybe itâs not obvious enough, but this entire situation? Is so damn stupid.
You tap your fingers on the wooden surface of the desk, mindlessly comparing the sound to the louder knock that had come from banging your head against it this morning. You were getting a bit⊠restless, or fidgety, to say the least. But it wasnât your fault! V and Seven were the ones who had said you couldnât touch the computer. Which sucked. Majorly. You miss playing games. You prefer the feel of a keyboard under your fingers than just the smooth screen of your phone.
Perhaps you shouldâve invested in a gaming laptop, then you could at least do something while sitting around in this apartment. But no â no, you had to build a nice PC. Which you couldnât take with you into here because it was too heavy and too fancy.
At least you have your headphones with you. Sometimes, you put them on and sit there in isolated silence, remembering late nights and a glowing screen. Your fingers would twitch into position from pure muscle memory, youâd go for that kill, and then youâd wake up because your hand fell through a mouse that wasnât there.
They call it an addiction to LOLOL. You prefer âpassion for a hobbyâ. Sounds less crazy.
Your only relief from your unwanted gaming hiatus is the blonde boy in the chatroom who texts you frequently about the game, ever since he found out you play too. Itâs kind of funny actually.
He loves to talk about his gaming idol, how talented they are and how amazing their plays are. You had been flustered the first time he brought it up because, well, the awesome âSTARSHINEYâ he keeps talking on and on about was you. You had always wondered what people thought about you, and honestly, it was kind of flattering. So you never really⊠told himâŠ
DING! Speak of the devil, and it shall appear. Not that Yoo⊠Yoosang? Yoosmug? Not that he is a devil, or anything; in fact he seems rather sweet. Kind of like a puppy. You wonder what heâs like when heâs gaming, if he ever gets salty at a bad game like you do.
>> Bad news!! Really, really bad news!! Q = Q ;;
You blink at your screen. Oh, itâs Yoosung. That was his name. Heâs always so excited when he comes into the chatroom and makes his life out to be rather dramatic. Itâs kind of amusing. And cute.
did you find out youâre pregnant?! o â o;
He sends a flustered sticker, and as you look at the cute animated sticker, you pout.  You want one of those too. Itâs not like Seven doesnât know your face already, but itâs kind of funny keeping it a secret. You push the thoughts aside and instead focus on how cute Yoosung is â you can practically hear the squeak of his voice. Since when did you think he was cute? ⊠not that he isnât.
>> No! Nobodyâs pregnant. Besides, I havenât even hadâŠ
>> Nevermind!!! Iâm higher rank on world chartâŠ
You stare, confused, as your laughter from earlier finally dies down.
congratulations?? Â how is that bad news?
You remember always being excited whenever you saw your username jump up a spot. It was kind of satisfying to see that you were better than others. Ah⊠You want to play LOLOL so badlyâŠ
>> Because STARSHINEY hasnât logged on in a while⊠They lost their spotâŠ
You nearly drop your phone. No, no, that wouldnât be bad enough. You nearly fling it across the damn apartment with anger. Your spot! You had worked so hard to get to the top ten ranking of the world, and now it was gone?! You clench your teeth and poise your thumbs, ready to write out an angry lashing rant about how unfair it was, but a loud PING! stops you from immediate action.
A sigh escapes your lips and you nestle further into the comfy office chair. Oddly enough, youâre not surprised that Yoosung would be worried. Thatâs just his style.
donât be⊠im sure sheâll be back soon!!Â
You donât really know why, but you worry that if he finds out itâs you⊠that heâll change. You donât want that. You like being some nobody, you like people wanting to know about you beyond your gaming skills. You like the way he talks with you.
Whoops. You hold back a cringe, even though nobodyâs in the apartment with you.
typo typo!! my fingers slipped~Â
Just writing it makes your heart sink. Sure, you didnât really want anybody to connect the dots between you and STARSHINEY, but it still sucks that everybody assumes youâre a boy. Sometimes, you want to shout to the world and shove it in everybodyâs faces that youâre a hella cool girl. A hella cool gamer girl⊠Never mind. You take it back. You donât want to be called that anymore.
He sends another sticker, this time of him in a gloomy corner. A smile plays at your lips.
>> What do I doooooo? I donât want to rank like this!!
You snort. The empty apartment bounces your snort back at you. You feel kind of lonely in this pretty little flat. Surely your skills are getting rusty too - maybe you should go home this weekend? Ignore RFA for a while and just go back to a sense of normalityâŠ.
if you get high enough rank maybe STARSHINEY will notice you?
Youâve already noticed Yoosung. How can you not? ⊠well, okay. You donât know his LOLOL username, but youâre sure youâll find out soon enough.
>> ⊠OMG!! Do you think if we invite STARSHINEY heâll come to the party?
Thank god you werenât drinking anything, or you would have spit it out. Or choked on it, maybe even to death. You stare incredulously at the screen for a moment before, in evil Seven fashion, a grin splits across your face. Honestly, Yoosung made it too easy to mess with himâŠ
huh. maybe! tell them to email me.
It feels weird to think about emailing yourself, and inviting yourself to a party⊠that youâre throwing⊠but a brief picture of a starry-eyed Yoosung smiling brightly at you appears and you have no time to regret. So be it. Youâre being invited to your own damn party.