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kimberlip <#: I’M DYINGGG AAAAAAAAAA
kimberlip <#: SEND HELP XVXNXKSNAAAHXÆA-XII
kimberlip <#: UGH THE PAIN. OH NOW I’M HOLDING THIS PAIN
kimberlip <#: QUICK REPLY MODEUN GEOL BEORIN GEUNALCHEOREOM
kimberlip <#: SOLLLL
kimberlip <#: IS THIS REALLY THE END
kimberlip <#: JINSOL !!!!@#$%^
kimberlip <#: HMPH
kimberlip <#: :<<<<<
gaymathgod: I'm drvinh
kimberlip <#: :D
gaymathgod: Don't text!
kimberlip <#: D:
kimberlip <#: help me w something pls?
gaymathgod: Math?
gaymathgod: You know you can just use Excel or Sheets, right?
kimberlip <#: well yeah but yknow.. LIFE
kimberlip <#: typing..
kimberlip <#: omg did you.. ???
kimberlip <#: blink once if ur alive
kimberlip <#: typing..
kimberlip <#: HOLY FUCK JINSOL
kimberlip <#: JINSOL
kimberlip <#: welp
kimberlip <#: fuck
gaymathgod: See, you got scared! Unfortunately, traffic’s really heavy.
kimberlip <#: —youu
kimberlip <#: yeah but only because i’ll fail maths then i won’t be able to graduate then i’ll live in your house then i’ll starve and i’ll fucking die
gaymathgod: Now hold up, WHY are you gonna live in MY house exactly?
kimberlip <#: it deserves me
gaymathgod: No, actually.
kimberlip <#: oh pshh………
kimberlip <#: off topic but can u HELP ME NOW!?@;$(#*/
gaymathgod: I’m still in the middle of the road
gaymathgod: BUT
gaymathgod: What do you got for me to say yes?
kimberlip <#: i'll clean ur house LIKE WHAT IT DESERVES
gaymathgod: You want to move in that much, huh. Aww Jungie, I miss you too!
kimberlip <#: well fuck u i dont
kimberlip <#: fuck.
kimberlip <#: uuu.
gaymathgod: Oh, but why don’t you do it yourself
kimberlip <#: player
gaymathgod: That’s what they all used to say before night came :3
kimberlip <#: messy hoeass dirty bitch
kimberlip <#: dinner then?
gaymathgod: Baby, you’re a college student. You’re broke.
kimberlip <#: typing..
kimberlip <#: shoulder massage??
gaymathgod: Hmmm…
gaymathgod: Very temptinggg.
gaymathgod: But, no.
kimberlip <#: goddamn y r women so hard to plese
Gaymathgod: Just say you can’t.
kimberlip <#: typing..
kimberlip <#: typing..
kimberlip <#: typing..
kimberlip <#: 3 wishes anything
gaymathgod: Ooh, I'm listening!
kimberlip <#: thats it mf
gaymathgod: Wow, for someone in marketing you're not a very good negotiator, what if I ask you to give me all your money?
kimberlip <#: darling im broke remember?
gaymathgod: Oh lol, right!
kimberlip <#: well?
gaymathgod: What?
kimberlip <#: ur wishes
gaymathgod: This early? Haven't even taught you anything yet :(
kimberlip <#: might as well do ur wishes now than give u time to think 4 harder ones
gaymathgod: Yeah yeah, alright.
gaymathgod: typing..
gaymathgod: Date me.
“Jungeun,” A knock echoes through Jungeun’s door, tossing her phone in a hurry as if she had been caught doing a crime. Haseul, her roommate, peaks from the narrow opening, a brow raised and questioning. “Hey uh, is everything okay?”
Haseul scans the flushed girl a bit more before deciding that meh Jungeun's a big girl now, she can handle herself , she has more pressing matters to attend to. "Well anyhow~ I’ll be going over to Vivi's now.” She sing-songs.
“Call me when something happens to Terry.” Her pet plant. ”Toodles!”
Jungeun watches her bob cut bounce as Haseul skips away, leaving no time for Jungeun to complain about the forced bond with Terry.
“God..” Sighs Jungeun. She stands to stretch her limbs, now only realizing how heavy her body is. Hissing as she massages her shoulder. Oh Jinsol had just missed the opportunity of a lifetime when she declined that offer of Jungeun's, not to brag but as per her peers' comments, Jungeun is pretty good at what she does with her hands. Tried and tested.
Oh my God, Jinsoul!
She tries to soothe herself before she reaches for her phone. Making her way to her paper-piled desk, not caring about any of it, while she reads and rereads the texts sent to her line.
gaymathgod: Wow, you're taking way longer to reply than I hypothesized,
gaymathgod: Are you actually considering it? 👀
She hated how she isn’t illiterate and can very much read it. Her face scarlets in denial. Did she miss out on some special comprehension glitters they gave out in college? Because that definitely means something other than what Jungeun thinks, right?
The blonde can't deny she's thought about what her best friend was like to date — just like every best friend would. She's not alienated from the rumors of college that Jinsol was said to be the best of the best offered. No wonder her head had only gotten bigger since she started freshman year.
She shakes off her silly little self-talk and finally positions her thumbs over the keyboard.
kimberlip <#: excuse me but WHAT
kimberlip <#: NO WHY WOULD I
kimberlip <#: WOULD /UUUUUU/?!?'!'?
kimberlip <#: WHY WOULD U
kimberlip <#: u know thats so gay right GAY I TELL U
gaymathgod: I knew no one could resist me.
gaymathgod: To answer your question, well…
gaymathgod: Because I’m good at math.
gaymathgod: And you need my help with your math homework :D
Jungeun raises her head to the mess facing her, sighing her shoulders to their lowest, expression unreadable but also almost could be described as flustered.
—
"Wake up, hey. Heyyy." A soft press on the cheek.
"If you don't wake up now you're gonna miss your 10 PM curfew." A strand of blonde hair brushed to the side.
"Yo, miss ma'am. Your neck's about to break." A whisper that contrasts the turbulence of the room AC. Jinsol notes to check up on it next time she visits.
Jinsol exhales deeply, watching the younger snore silently into her chest, her arms loosely crossed and her neck bent forward.
Although she drove as fast — while being as safe — as she could, she guessed Jungeun was really tired from all the studying. She can’t blame her.
Jinsol straightens her posture, as straight as it can get, before scanning the one-woman bed behind them, then the meal she bought just before heading there — she takes off her office coat and tucked her shirt sleeves, even taking off her heels and tightens her pony hair. And so, she lifts jungeun,
"And up… we go…" Using all her arm strength, she makes sure Jungeun wouldn't wake up and would still be comfortable lying on the side of her head on her shoulder.
"To… the… bed."
They finally made it there, not that it was that far. Jinsol struggles to put down the body, as light as it is, her arms shake, biceps and all making their legendary red carpet appearance.
Jungeun landed rather rough but at least she's in bed and not trying to audition to be the 6th member of Itzy. Jinsol, albeit no doubt would be Jungeun’s big fan, praised herself for preventing that from happening.
She brought out a burger from the paper bag and sat on the study chair, spinning it around before stopping to face the sleeping blonde. The older fetched her phone to look at the pictures and videos she took of Jungeun just earlier.
Not even a minute later, Jungeun rises from her pillow like a fish out of water, startling Jinsol on the side.
“What the? Holy shit…” Jungeun turns to a figure in her peripherals, freezing once she spots Jinsol aggressively chugging down on a drink, drips and all sliding down her chin.
Once done, she turns to Junguen with the most overly-confident grin she could pull after almost choking, “Hey.”