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Miyeon’s eyeballs feel like they’ve been squeezed inside of a space three times too small and then been doused in hot sauce.
So, more concisely put—she wants to kill herself.
Figuratively.
Maybe.
It goes without saying that she’s about three weeks late on every assignment in her class, and the hard deadlines for those are rapidly approaching, but she’s still here, crouched over her laptop at one in the morning, stalking someone who should not be stalked.
Yeh Shuhua. Liberal art student (because of course). A RBF that could kill. And apparently dating someone.
Miyeon’s soul, if she has one at this point, begins its travel to the pits of hell.
See, just because Miyeon has imagined the wildly improbable theory that one day Shuhua might push her into the storage room at work and they might engage in totally not work behavior, doesn’t mean she’s not thought about the other girl dating.
Common logic proves that if Miyeon is swooning over a belly button piercing (which she doesn’t know whether to thank social media for or not) then obviously someone else is also swooning over it.
And that someone just so happens to be a man with a sleazy mustache and a very prominent hand on Shuhua’s ass.
Please. Just kill her now.
.
“So, if hypothetically, if a girl posts a picture of a guy, and they’re touching,” Miyeon is subtle. Miyeon is smooth. Miyeon does not get flustered. “Does that mean they’re dating?”
Minnie raises an eyebrow. “Like, touching how?”
“Like. Hand on butt.”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
Miyeon schools her facial features to stoicism. Minnie does not look impressed.
“But, like,” She tries. “What if they’re just besties.”
“That only works if the guy is gay…and I’m pretty sure gay guys don’t fondle female asses.”
Just shoot her dead right now.
.
The thing is, Miyeon’s sure the world has a thing against her because why does she keep developing these awful crushes on humans who won’t ever spare her a second glance.
And then the people who develop crushes on her….aren’t exactly her type.
Which is a dilemma in of itself because she’s like eighty-five percent sure if someone asked her out, she’s too nice to say no, and how does one get out of marriage without breaking someone’s heart.
.
The reddit pages aren’t helpful in her dilemma—either Miyeon is a douchebag who doesn’t have feelings or she’s a coward, and that’s too much of a grenade to her already fragile self-confidence to believe in.
She’s jittery because of the energy drinks chugged within the last hour, but she’s still not focusing on school because Instagram and Reddit exist for crush induced existential crises for a reason.
When Miyeon is finally over the plethora of ‘getting over your crush’ advice sites and wishing Shuhua’s boyfriend wasn’t existing, she lets out a sigh. Fine. She’ll touch the lecture notes she hasn’t touched in a week.
Except a big, red heart is blaring on screen. Right next to Shuhua’s ass and the hand resting mockingly on it.
The next few seconds happen faster than Miyeon’s head can process.
She unlikes the photo. Blocks Shuhua. Screams. Prays. Looks up a million guides on accidental likes. Deflates when nothing can be done. Prays again.
Conclusion: She’s never going to work again. Or have crushes.