STARSHINEY is a well-known LOLOL player. They make insane plays that can save even the worst of games and have been in the “Top Ten” of the world ever since it’s release. Why do you know this?
… because you are STARSHINEY.
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Sometimes, you wish you’d never downloaded this stupid app. Or that you’d never opened that stupid door, to a stupid apartment, because of some stupid words from a stupid stranger. Maybe it’s 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 wasn’t your fault! V and Seven were the ones who had said you couldn’t 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 should’ve invested in a gaming laptop, then you could at least do something while sitting around in this apartment. But no – no, you had to build a nice PC. Which you couldn’t 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, you’d go for that kill, and then you’d wake up because your hand fell through a mouse that wasn’t there.
They call it an addiction to LOLOL. You prefer “passion for a hobby”. 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. It’s 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 “STARSHINEY” 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 him…
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 he’s like when he’s 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, it’s Yoosung. That was his name. He’s always so excited when he comes into the chatroom and makes his life out to be rather dramatic. It’s kind of amusing. And cute.
did you find out you’re pregnant?! o – o;
He sends a flustered sticker, and as you look at the cute animated sticker, you pout. You want one of those too. It’s not like Seven doesn’t know your face already, but it’s kind of funny keeping it a secret. You push the thoughts aside and instead focus on how cute Yoosung is – you can practically hear the squeak of his voice. Since when did you think he was cute? … not that he isn’t.
>> No! Nobody’s pregnant. Besides, I haven’t even had…
>> Nevermind!!! I’m higher rank on world chart…
You stare, confused, as your laughter from earlier finally dies down.
congratulations?? 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 badly…
>> Because STARSHINEY hasn’t logged on in a while… They lost their spot…
You nearly drop your phone. No, no, that wouldn’t 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, you’re not surprised that Yoosung would be worried. That’s just his style.
don’t be… im sure she’ll be back soon!!
You don’t really know why, but you worry that if he finds out it’s you… that he’ll change. You don’t 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 nobody’s in the apartment with you.
typo typo!! my fingers slipped~
Just writing it makes your heart sink. Sure, you didn’t really want anybody to connect the dots between you and STARSHINEY, but it still sucks that everybody assumes you’re a boy. Sometimes, you want to shout to the world and shove it in everybody’s faces that you’re a hella cool girl. A hella cool gamer girl… Never mind. You take it back. You don’t 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 don’t 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 normality….
if you get high enough rank maybe STARSHINEY will notice you?
You’ve already noticed Yoosung. How can you not? … well, okay. You don’t know his LOLOL username, but you’re sure you’ll find out soon enough.
>> … OMG!! Do you think if we invite STARSHINEY he’ll come to the party?
Thank god you weren’t 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 him…
huh. maybe! tell them to email me.
It feels weird to think about emailing yourself, and inviting yourself to a party… that you’re 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. You’re being invited to your own damn party.