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With a low growl, Mina threw her phone on the bed she was sitting on, her face a Picasso of expressions. Her teeth clenched with a huff as her hands grabbed on the creases of the bedsheet.
“Another fight with Chaeyoung?” Her roommate, Dahyun, asked. Her fair skin glistened in the light of the room as she walked from her own bed towards Mina. She stood in front of her roommate, glancing at her from head to toe. Messy hair, pouty face, eyebrows furrowed, uneasy hands, shaking legs. Yep, Mina was upset alright.
Mina looked at Dahyun and rolled her eyes. “Your best friend is impossible!”
“What is it this time?”
In the six months that Mina has been dating Chaeyoung, their fights have ranged from pointless to absurd. From Mina getting upset over Chaeyoung not getting up after being her human alarm clock with endless “snoozes” that forces Mina to stay up all night in vain, to Chaeyoung going in a fit of dramatic rage because Mina did not say “I love you” before hanging up, the two of them have always been what Dahyun considered a toxic relationship. That, and not to mention how Chaeyoung breaks up with Mina almost every single week for whatever reason, only for them to get back together – the longest break up of which lasted for a month, which got resolved after Chaeyoung drunk-called Mina after snogging a random guy in a bar.
Dahyun was no longer surprised.
A part of Dahyun wondered if she was to blame for it all, but then again, she reassured herself at the thought that she never introduced the two girls to each other. They met on their own, online, in the crazy world of stan tweet. Chaeyoung was the perennial academic achieving complainant while Mina was the helpful senior always on the lookout for someone to help out, as the two of them shared a love for music, with Mina as a dance trainee and Chaeyoung as a poetic composer.
However, their similarities were only at the surface level. Mina admittedly acknowledges that there were so many things about Chaeyoung that she did not like, such as Chaeyoung’s habit of having all the time and energy for composing and zero energy for everything else. On the other hand, Chaeyoung is irked at how Mina is too serious that she is unable to take a joke and quite easily offended.
It’s not like Dahyun has not tried to sort things out between the couple. She has tried for so many times and failed for even more times that could dare to count that she just decided to let them be and just hear them out when they feel like talking about their crazy relationship.
Like now.
“She got mad that I did not answer enthusiastically about her joining another songwriting competition,” Mina answered. She looked at Dahyun with desperation and frustration written all over her face. “You know how she is, right? That just means less time for her to do her schoolwork and close to zero time for me!”
“And she felt you don’t support her?” Dahyun guessed. Music has always been Chaeyoung’s passion, her pen creating magic weaving words and melody into a masterful rhythm. Even without proper training, Chaeyoung’s musicality was beyond just skills – it was a gift.
Mina threw her hands, waving them around Dahyun’s face. “How can I not support her? She’s my girlfriend!” She lightly pushed Dahyun aside as she stood up, her hands on her hips. “She has her midterms coming up, and she still has five – FIVE – plates due, and she hasn’t even started on any of them yet!”
Dahyun smirked. “Sucks to date someone who’s still in school, huh?”
Chaeyoung was in her fourth year of Architecture in one of the top universities in the country. Meanwhile, Mina had graduated two years prior and had since been working in her father’s medical firm, adamant on not going to medical school. Despite working for her father, Mina chose to keep a low profile and started at the very bottom of the corporate chain and planned to work her way up.
Mina shook her head. “This isn’t about her being a student.” She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to fix herself up when she glanced at her face on the mirror. “This is about her not being responsible enough and not knowing her priorities!”
“You feel like a backburner again?”
Dahyun saw as Mina’s expression dropped. Her lips curved then tightened, before she began chewing on them. Her eyes started to water.
She knew she hit a nerve.
She ran to her roommate’s side and embraced her tightly.