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“FUCK MY FUCKING CHUNGUS LIFE.”
Sunoo was stressed out. It was currently exam season, and being a chemistry student only piled onto his woes. He was currently crashing out over the mere existence of lithium after spending the entirety of yesterday being even more annoyed about the nomenclature of hydrocarbons. Honestly, WHO invented the naming system to half of those???
And it definitely didn’t help that he couldn’t print a single resource out in his flat. His boyfriend Sunghoon had won the battle of printer custody from his previous relationship –whatever THAT meant- yet he lacked any intent to set it up. So yeah, he wasn’t having a great time right now.
He ran a hand through his black hair, staring at all the motivational quotes on his desk wall. You say motivational, but most of them were just post-it notes with phrases like ‘SHOW ME YOUR WILLY’ scrawled along them. He let out a sigh. This was HOPELESS.
His bedroom door slowly creaked open, and he turned his head to see the person who opened it. Tentatively stood in the doorway, Sunghoon began to speak to him.
“You alright in here? You seem pretty hot and bothered.”
Sunoo scoffed. “You would be if you were me and I were you right now”.
“I mean, if it were me I don’t think I’d be screaming to the entire block of flats about my hatred for anything involving an oxidation number. Maybe it’s just not that deep lil cro”, Sunghoon retorted, clearly set on being a further source of rage bait for the stressed-out Sunoo.
“Sunghoon sybau” was the only statement he received in response. Sunghoon rolled his eyes. Rage baiting someone doesn’t normally receive a positive response, but just saying ‘sybau’ was a bit boring. He must’ve felt bad because he began to ruffle Sunoo’s hair whilst singing him a calming song.
“Now hush little baby don’t u cry, they’re not gonna coem at night. The opps are snakey the ends are shaky I’m afghan baby the ones who really run the night.”
This finally earned him a smile from the student below, who began to smile for what felt like the first time in weeks. “See, you have to let me ragebait you instead of the chemistry”, Sunghoon said rizzingly.
Sunoo seemed to think about this for a few seconds. However, he probably wasn’t actually listening to what Sunghoon told him as he instead declared that he was hungry. Sunghoon had recently decided he was going to go vegan, and in transitioning to a plant-based diet in a flat of young adults it had resulted in there being less food than desirable.
“I mean you could walk to Tesco?”, Sunghoon offered.
“They don’t have anything for your pretentious vegan ahh you pleb”. Sunoo had started to giggle as he said this, before his eyes turned more serious. “You know, if you really wanted to do me a favour, you could maybe set up the printer you took from your last relationship? Instead of just letting it collect dust. Why even take it to not use it. Weirdo.”
It was Sunghoon’s turn to look annoyed, but he didn’t say anything. Anyone could agree taking the printer with no intention of ever setting it up was stupid as fuhh.
“I’ll go to m&s for you, but I expect the printer to be set up by the time I’m back so I can recover from the experience of having to interact with the upper-middle class. Eugh...”, Sunoo began to shiver, thinking of their ridiculously posh accents and lack of compassion for others. He stood up from his chair and walked past Sunghoon to the hallway to begin to lace his shoes.
“I don’t even know how to set up a printer Sunoo what do you want me to d-”
“What do you MEAN you took the printer without knowing that”, Sunoo questioned. “Literally what was the purpose of you doing that then.” He crossed his arms to stare at his boyfriend who’d sheepishly followed him out his room and was now leaning on the wall watching him put his coat on.
“Well, you know, I, er, um-”
He stopped talking at the judgemental look the twink infront of him was glaring into his face. Sure, he could definitely impress him and set up the printer, or he could cock it up and cause the entire thing to explode. Either one would probably satisfy Sunoo.
Sunoo opened their door and began to leave, wishing Sunghoon a goodbye. Now, it was time for him to set up the ding darn device.
“How hard can it be?”, he asked himself.
10 minutes later he found out it wasn’t actually as funny, or easy to do- he'd somehow managed to snap the cartridge in half and print 13 John Porks.
“God, I wish I had something meaningful to do instead of messing around with a printer HP not support my model of laptop why why stop being homophobic it’s because I’m gay isn’t it.”
With that one the printer seemingly took offense, and decided it would no longer connect to the mains power supply, leaving Sunghoon with a functionally useless piece of plastic.
He muttered under his breath. “The things you do to crack a pretty twink...”