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@gnyejin
[ ✉ ➝ 🤖] jae-ah [ ✉ ➝ 🤖] did i leave my hair tie on ur table?? [ ✉ ➝ 🤖] bring it tomorrow i need it [ ✉ ➝ 🤖] also did u hear about the pool? we should go!!!!
( sms ➝ 🐹 ) ↪ uhhhhh no? ↪ maybe? i’m looking for it but i can’t find it O: ↪ it could have fallen behind the desk… ↪ i’ll buy you a new one and bring it tomorrow! ↪ wait what happened with the pool?
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[ ✉ ➝ 🤖 ] saw con deez nuts
( sms ➝ 🐹 ) ↪ ok? ↪ where can i find ↪ deez nuts ↪ (^～^)
into irl;
it’s a bit sudden, the hastily-wrapped packet of cookies in a pretty paper bag she scrounged up from the back of her closet—yeah, it isn’t the best present ever, but it’ll do. yejin didn’t expect to be able to gift one of her online friends in person, let alone for such a special occasion. like the fates had intended it, SA let his new address slip just a few days before his birthday, and some kind of miracle had placed him…right in her neighborhood. who would’ve thought such a coincidence be possible?
truly, yejin shakes her head, a bit eerie if she thinks about it, but she doesn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. she really doubts SA had set up this elaborate ruse to troll her, and worse comes to worst, she simply greets one of her neighbors.
no. 1, pinetree street, east view. she looks down at her phone again to check, make sure she didn’t somehow tragically misread his address—but nope. there it is.
so with a small huff to muster up confidence, she rings the doorbell nervously before moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. now that she thinks about it, she really doesn’t know much about SA. she doesn’t even know what he looks like, for god’s sake. maybe this was a bad idea after all—
she doesn’t get a chance to finish her train of thought when the door swings open and she’s greeted by the sight of the resident. her mouth opens to say something along the line of ‘happy birthday, SA!“ but instead, her jaw just drops.
"uh,” is all she manages to force out, her brain refusing to process the situation at hand. what the hell is that snobby rich guy from university doing here?
“i…think i got the wrong place. sorry,” she almost turns away and makes a goddamn dash for the streets, but a voice in the back of her head tells her to stay. test the waters. “ah, no. i mean…you— you’re…you’re not seeing aside…right?”
Mika’s been pretty much bombarded (in respect to the extremely low standards he had the day before) with birthday festivities all day, but come late afternoon, there’s one person still missing from what he thinks might be his miniature friend group.
He’s pretty sure that citrinequill’s last message about his address and then a very omnimously worded reply regarding his birthday meant she was going to surprise him with a gift. In real life. Yet Mika’s been at home for a solid hour now, feasting on the pepero Jiho gave him and setting up the DS that Minjae got for him (Mika’s still in shock over that), and the doorbell hasn’t rung. He tries not to let himself feel too anxious or disappointed. It’s not like he wanted her to get him something or anyth—
The doorbell rings. Scratch that thought. Mika shoves the last pepero stick into his mouth and (gently) slams the top of the DS shut to scramble to the door. Hand around the doorknob, he has to take a deep, deep breath before twisting his wrist. They’ve been friends online for a long time, but Mika’s never met any of his online friends in real life before, and he’s heard so many horror stories online (not the kind that he likes)…
Bright orange hair greets him and Mika’s heart practically soars before his eyes land on her face and then it plummets. He knows this girl. She goes to Daehan and he’s pretty sure she’s yelled at him before for smoking. His face turns beet red—curse how easily flustered he gets.
“Uh…” he stutters, not very conversationally. When she says Happy Birthday, that pretty much seals the deal—and then his username comes out of her mouth and he practically chokes.
“Yeah, that’s… me,” he answers slowly. “You’re… citrinequill? You go to Daehan university, right? I’ve, uh. We’ve talked before once. I think.” His accent is starting to show from how surprised he is. “… Sorry. If I made a… bad impression on you. In real life. I’ve… um, I just… moved here obviously, so…” He struggles to form a coherent sentence.
watermelAWN
@gnyejin
yejin tries to not look anyone in the eye after printing a whole picture of minjae’s face out in the local bookstore. not in the mood to explain any of that to anyone. especially not after she draws cute little hearts on his cheeks, and definitely not when she tapes it onto…a watermelon? yeah, maybe she’s trying her best to customize a gift to her best friend and maybe she’s failing. leave her alone!
cradling the fruit under her arm, wrapped in a towel to hide its contents, yejin walks up to where minjae is sitting by the pool.
"jae-ah, close your eyes for a moment,“ she requests, stifling her giggle the best she could. this was going to be good.
when he complies, she sets the watermelon down on the table and unwraps it, ignoring the looks of confusion from jiho and erina.
her city now.
"oookay…and, open!” she grins, stepping back from her masterpiece.
and now she waits.
ah, summer fun.
minjae’s glad his friends convinced him to come to the pool. the cool water is a nice change from the sweltering heat, even though he’s reluctant to move beyond just dipping his legs into the pool. he did make sure to rent water wings and a gigantic neon green pool noodle, but minjae’s worried about potentially drowning—and yes, this is a hotel pool and not that deep to begin with, but the water is a strange and dangerous place. besides, this way he can play cooking mama on his ancient ds in peace.
as luck would have it, the ds dies halfway through him cooking croquettes, forcing minjae to put it away and enjoy the pool with the masses. he stretches his arms over his head, water wings squeaking as he moves, and squints at the water like it’s going to eat him. “hyung, it’s safe, right?” he asks jiho, but when he turns back to look at his friends, he can’t help but notice that yejin is gone. “hey, wait, where did yejin go?”
he doesn’t have to wonder long. minjae hears her before he sees her and obediently closes his eyes when she asks him to. “uh, wait, please don’t push me into the pool,” he says nervously. minjae trusts yejin won’t take advantage of him like that, but he still feels the need to put that out there. what else could she possibly want, though? maybe like, this is a prank? or is it his birthday and he forgot about it? minjae begins the sweat, only letting out a sigh of relief when yejin tells him to open his eyes.
it’s… a watermelon. she went to get him a watermelon? wait, it’s a watermelon with his face taped to it. a MINJAE-MELON. he gasps. “you got me a watermelawn? a real life WATERMELON?” minjae hecking loves watermelon to death. “what—but why? is it my birthday?” a thought strikes him. “is it your birthday?”
special delivery
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this is awkward.
minjae pretends to be engrossed on his phone as people pass him by. he’s really just trying to play fruit ninja with one hand, but that is close to impossible even with his higher-than-average skills. sure, the game doesn’t require a lot of brain power, though it does require the kind of coordination he can’t have when holding yejin’s lunch in one hand. just the food, because he sort of finished her drink on his own while trapped in the hallway for the last fifteen… twenty minutes? waiting for yejin’s class to end.
they’re supposed to do lunch together, as always, but yejin’s class ran a little late and minjae was already at the front of the line. since he has her order memorized, he figured it was worth it to just get the food and wait for yejin. she’d pay him back for it later. at least, minjae’s pretty sure yejin’s going to pay him back, but he can never actually work up the nerve to ask. regardless, he doesn’t actually mind. even if it’s getting kind of heavy… heavy and the smell is really starting to kill him.
he’s hungry. and that’s partly his fault. he should’ve had the foresight to buy his own lunch along with yejin’s, but the thought slipped his mind and he doesn’t think he can leave to get back in line, nor does he particularly want to. he just hopes yejin comes out soon and they ( she? ) can eat. and so that people can stop looking at him funny for playing deliveryman.
[ ✉ ➝ 🤖] jae [ ✉ ➝ 🤖] are you going to saw con this year?
( sms ➝ 🐹 )↪ um↪ no?↪ what’s saw con?↪ is jiho hyung going?
forum friends;
@gnyejin
seeing aside to citrinequill 31/07/2018 18:23 i saw your reply to the “why do people think slenderman is real” thread where you called people who think slenderman is real “stupid” and i respect you because you’re my friend but i’m just saying, no one’s ever been able to disprove that slenderman exists. so it’s entirely plausible that he does and it’s simply that everyone who knows that he exists has been keeping quiet about it. it’s like aliens. how do you know that aliens don’t exist? you don’t. so you can’t say that about slenderman either.
again, i’m not trying to come off as rude. i just want to make sure you understand that slenderman Could be real. you know i love you either way (even if you’re wrong) <3
