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“Hey, it’s me, YN!”
You cringe as you rewatched the footage, teeth digging into your bottom lip as the heat rushes up to your cheeks.
“So! High-school just finished and wow am I feeling nostalgic guys!”
Guys? Who even watches your vlogs anyways? Suddenly, you feel utterly ridiculous.
You watch as you spun in your office chair, fiddling with one of your favourite pens as your on-camera self popped your gum.
“Honestly, I’m not even worried about university. Like, I’m so excited for it to be a fresh start y’know?” a giggle slipped past your lips as you looked off camera for a brief second, pure excitement filling your eyes. “Y’know, I was always shy in high-school. Heck, I never even confessed to any of my crushes. Like, how embarrassing, right?” You spun again, leaning your head back against the chair and hiding your hot cheeks from the camera’s view. “I wrote them letters though. Had to get it off my chest, y’know?”
You shrugged, looking back at the camera.
“I’m really, really looking forward to uni. I want it to be different from how high-school was.” A frown etched on your lips before you pushed the negative thoughts away and plastered a determined look across your features. “It will be different!” You declared, nodding affirmatively.
Your head drops onto the table, knocking it against the wood a few times. God, why were you so awkward? At least nobody would ever see this or those letters.
Delete.
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“Okaasan! Can I have their room now?”
“What did I tell you?” Your mother scolds, not even looking up from her cooking. Just seconds ago, you had been brought up to the conversation by your mother, claiming how much she missed you already. “They’ll be back during the holidays, you can’t have their room. Plus, they told your Oto-san and me that they’ll visit whenever they can.”
“Yeah, yeah,” your sister grumbles, kicking her feet. Eyeing your mother a second before a mischievous look graces her features at the idea that had lit up in her head.
Even if she couldn’t have your room, she could still go in there. Right?
Quietly slipping out of the kitchen, your sister makes her way to your bedroom, whistling softly as she opens the door and steps through the threshold. A snort escapes her lips at the sight before her, your room is still messy despite your parents’ warnings to clean it before you left. Not that they would go in to check anyways.
She plops down onto your office chair, sighing as she slumps against the comfortable chair. It’s no fair that you have a gaming chair for a desk-chair where she just has a boring, old office chair. This is far more comfortable. Silently, she debates whether she could move the chair into her room without your parents knowing. She’ll just have to return it whenever you make your visits or come home for the holidays.
Rummaging through your desk, brightly coloured stamps catches her attention. As she pulls out the stack of envelopes, she can’t help but flit through them. Your sister smirks. This would teach you for always stealing her clothes.