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The graphics, the design…
It was all he could ever ask for.
It was all perfect.
Sieun took his phone out, snapping a quick photo of the designer’s name. He stood a bit longer, fascinated by the desig-
“You want a picture? Okay. Make it quick.”
A boy, tall, well built. He smiled at him, getting infront of the camera and posed.
It pissed Sieun off.
He scoffed, turning his back and left without a word.
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“Lets all make ugly faces.”
“Can we just take a normal picture?”
“Here here, take a picture of me and Suho together” Youngyi exclaimed, jumping up and down with joy.
She sat on the armchair, hooking an arm around Suho’s shoulder and pouted her lips, “Chees-“ The door opened with a bang,
“Suho- Suho. Yah. This is urgent.”
Suho rolled his eyes, locking eyes with the dude who was breathing fastly, forehead slick with sweat.
“Beomseok! Come, take a picture with us!” Youngyi called him over.
“You idiot.” The boy took out his phone pressing on the screen angrily before showing it to Suho’s face. “Read this.”
“The design is so bad.” Suho chuckled, not bothering to read anything on the screen.
“Read it, dumbass. You are not graduating.”
Silence.
“What?” Suho asked, chuckling in confusion. Beomseok was joking, he was just being silly.
“You didn’t participate in the project, did you?”
“Didn’t you say the project was done? I thought a dude from lower class handled it.” Yeongi trailed off.
He took the phone from Beomseok’s hand,
“Character… Character Education Course..?” He read out loud.
”All freeloaders are getting an F.” Beomseok sighed.
He stood up, his grip around the phone was so hard that he thought it might break. He quickly scrolled down to the comments.
‘JUSTICE WILL BE DONE’
’NAHH FREELOADERS ARE COOKED’
‘THEY DESERVE THAT.’
More comments. More proof, that this, in fact, wasn’t a joke.
“Yeon Sieun.” He growled.
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And thats why he was standing in front of a class he had never been to before, waiting for Yeon Sieun.
His plan was simple, he would beg Sieun to take his name of the list, talk to the professor so he can graduate. That easy.
He heard about him, the guy was supposed to be short, always wearing hoodies and a cap.
Suddenly, the door opened and a short guy with a cap stepped out,
Must be Yeon Sieun.
“Yeon Sieun!” He yelled, grabbing the guy’s wrist.
The dude was startled, eyes popping out as he shook his wrist out of the grip.
“Yah, You are Sieun, right-“
The door opened again, this time, 5 people with caps on their head stepped out.
What the fuck?
“Yo, what is this? Is this a dresscode or what? Are yall supposed to dress this shitty?”
“Are you… looking for Sieun?”
“Yes?”
“Oh, he left early. He handed his assignment and left.” The other guy said shyly.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
He quickly pulled out his phone, tapping furiously on the call button as he ran a hand through his hair.
He didn’t pick up, again.
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-‘Please, I have to graduate.’
-‘Can you pick up?’
-‘ I got an F. Im not graduating. Thanks to you.’
FREELOADER 3 CALLING…
He stared at his screen, unfazed.
“Theyre so persistent…” He scoffed as he muted his phone.
“Sir! Over here!” A woman waved over. He winced as she yelled, they were in a library after all.
Sieun walked over to her, bowing before sitting down infront of her.
“We are doing the map design, right?” He dived straight in, no interest in having a small talk.
The girl’s expression softened, “Oh, yes… There’s something I have to tell you.”
He raised his eyebrows in confusion.
The girl pouted, “Ah! I’m so so so sorry. I just got a job offer, I can’t do the project anymore. I am so sorry.” She apologized, genuine, made Sieun think he was in the fault.
“That… came out as a suprise. We already had a plan.” He chuckled nervously, hiding his annoyence.
“But! I can introduce you to some replacements! Wait— you went to the exhibit, any designs that caught your eye?”
He thought about the design he took the picture of.
“Yes.” He answered without a doubt. “Do you know if, this person is available?” He showed the picture to the girl.
“Huh? Ahn Suho?” She leaned closer to the screen. “Ah, he’s about to study abroad, I am not sure.” She looked away, embarrassed. “Did you like anyone else?”
Well, fuck his luck.
The day couldnt get any worse.
“That’s a shame. Thank you for everything, good luck on your job.” He nodded politely before gathering up his things, bowing and walking away fastly.
He had to find a new designer, as quickly as possible.
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“Junior, Computer Science Major.”
“Always top of the class”
“He’s a loner, he’s not even in the groupchat.”
“He doesn’t do any club activities “
He sighed, listening to Baku and Gotak gossip about his newest enemy.
“Is he a unicorn or what?” He added himself.
“Right. I don’t I will ever talk to him in this life. I don’t even know his voice. Why dont you give up finding him?” Gotak poked his shoulder. “He will only give you more trouble.”
He grinned, “Now is the time I really have to find him.”
“You’re already obsessed.” Baku sighed.
“Yeon Sieun.” He smiled. “I will find you. I don’t lose easily.”
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“Hi there…”
He turned,
A girl, short, pretty. And a bit familiar.
“Same as usual?” She smiled, pointing at the coffee in his hand.
He looked at her confused, pouting a bit.
“Ah- Sorry. It’s Naeun. Computer Science.” She looked at him for a response, not receiving anything.
“I uh… borrowed some money from you before. Rings a bell?” She tilted her head.
“Ah. 800 won.” He nodded at her.
“That’s the only thing you remember..?” Naeun asked, disappointed. “Thats okay. We can still be friends.”
Friends?
Suddenly, there was 1000 won handed towards him. He stared at the money, and then back at her.
“I don’t have change for that.”
“Just take it.”
He slowly took the money, “I will pay you back later. Thank you.” Sieun adjusted his backpack turning away to leave.
“Wait! Is this you?”
A crumbled paper, he squinted his eyes to take a better look.
WANTED
What the fuck?
“It looks like you, the hat is a spot on. There are posters everywhere.”
He sighed in frustration, pulling out his phone.
23 new messages from FREELOADER 3.
“-Yeon sieun. Age 21. Recently back from military service. Junior. Computer sceince major. No club activities.”
“-We have to talk in person, otherwise you will be in a lot of trouble.”
“-No use blocking this number.”
This guy seriously did a background check on him?
Pshyco.
/Block this number?/
/Number blocked/
“I have to leave. Thank you.”
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“I think he blocked my number.”
“What did you expect? If I were him, I would think you’re a pshyco.”
He sighed. Was he seriously acting like a psycho?
“YAHH. I’m hungry.” Youngyi yelled, stomping her foot on the ground.
They stopped in their tracks.
“We check out one last place. And then, you will help me with my graduation project.” She hit his shoulder, hard, making him wince.
“Id rather sleep in the streets. That place was so small.”
They have been checking on dorms for hours.
Suho already knew where he will be staying at, tho.
It was a suprise.
They walked in silence, the sun hitting them on the face.
“Yah, Youngyi.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“Huh?”
“If I die, make sure to bury Yeon Sieun next to me. I want to talk to him in the afterlife.”
“Sure, I’d be glad to bury you.” She gave an unsympathetic smile, throwing his arm away from her and walked faster.
He was about to catch up, but a sound from his phone stopped him. A message.
He hoped it was from Yeon Sieun.
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“Yah, stop drinking. You will kill yourself”
Well, he didn’t get a message from Yeon Sieun. In fact, he got a message that said “Your graduation has been cancelled.”
He wanted to die.
“Slow down, man.” Beomseok tried to stop him, grabbing his glass and moving it away.
“Let him drink. He wants to die young.” Yeongi chuckled.
“Who wants to die young?”
They turned their heads towards the voice,
“Jieun!”
“Sorry I’m late.”
“I thought you were happy you got a job, but now you just look tired.” Youngyi pouted, rubbing the girls chin.
Jieun closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, “You guys should stay in college as long as you can before you get jobs.” She turned to Suho, “Oh right, I heard you can’t graduate. Sorryyyy!” She mocked, sitting next to him.
“Aissh, was that a joke?” He scooted further from her.
“Hyung, dont be sad. Be positive. You don’t have much to do anyways, it will be chill, like a gap year.” Beomseok tried to calm him down.
“Yes, be positive. Also, I happen to have a project you have to fill in for.” Jieun’s voice suddenly got softer.
He chuckled, “Not happening.”
“Yahh, come on! The developer really liked your work! He really wants you!” She pouted, giving him puppy eyes.
“He liked my work? He must have good taste.” He chugged down his beer. “A developer? Computer science?”
“Stop with that.” Youngyi and Beomseok both sighed.
Jieun continued, not getting the situation. “He’s a bit cold, but super smart. I heard he was the top of his class.”
“What’s his name?”
“Yeon Sieun.”
Everyone freezed.
“Yeon Sieun!?” Yeongi and Beomseok looked at each other, and then at Suho.
Suho just stared at Jieun, processing the words.
Yeon Sieun. Yeon Sieun. Yeon Sieun.
“Yeon Sieun?” He could finally muster up, voice a whisper.
Jieun looker around, startled by the reaction. She chewed on her fries before nodding, “Yes, Yeon Sieun. Why?”
Suho’s only response was a giggle.
Not a chuckle, Not a laugh.
A fucking giggle.
“He scares me” Youngyi whispered into Beomseok’s ear. He just nodded.
“Okay. I will do it. When do I meet him?” His voice, the happiest he’s ever sounded since last week.
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“-The guy you told me about, I talked to him. He said he can work on the project.”
“-I told him where to meet you, good luck!”
He read Jieun’s text over and over again.
Sieun checked his watch,
14:03
3 minutes late.
He already had a bad feeling about this.
Who arrives 3 minutes late to the first meeting? Did he not know anything about first impressions?
Suddenly, the door opened, so fast that he was convinced someone kicked it.
And then, a guy stepped in to the room.
Tall, handsome face, sharp features. He was wearing a windbreaker, a beine that covered his hair.
The boy smiled at him, a cocky one, one that made Sieun’s stomach twist in disgust.
Step, Step, Step,
He stopped once he arrived at the front of the desk, grinning at Sieun silently.
Sieun liked silence, but this silence was getting uncomfortable.
“Are you the designer?”
The guy didn’t reply for a while, just stared at Sieun. As if he was trying to memorize his face.
“Yes. You must be Yeon Sieun.”
He nodded.
“I didn’t think you’d be handsome.” The designer placed both hands on the table, hovering over Sieun.
He was close, too close.
Sieun felt his face burn.
The guy just chuckled, chewing the inside of his cheek before plopping down on the chair.
“You know my name, right?”
“Yes.”
“It… doesn’t ring a bell?”
“Does that matter? Aren’t you here to talk about the game?” He was getting annoyed, he wasn’t even hiding it.
The developer clicked his tounge, looking at the well cleaned and organized desk, “Yes, I am. Let me take a look.” He reached over, purposely knocking over Sieun’s organized pencils as he took the folder.
He read them silently, flipping over the pages before sighing disappointedly.
“I heard you were a genius. So I expect more.” He threw the folder onto the desk. “Disappointing. Your character design and the storyline both suck.”
In fact, the character design and the storyline was perfect. He just wanted to piss Sieun off. “There’s nothing special about this, you sure this will work?”
Sieun was getting annoyed, “Do you have any experience with mobile games?”
“None.”
“I will find another designer.”
Suho just laughed and opened an empty page in the folder. He took a pen, dodging Sieun’s hand as he tried to stop him.
He started to draw.
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“Are you seriously going to bury him?” Youngyi had said, playing with Beomseok’s hair.
“Of course not. I’m just going to size him up.”
“If I like him, I will play along for a bit.”
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He finished the drawing, looked at Sieun for his reaction.
He looked mesmerized.
Suho swore he could see a tilt of his lips. Just a little.
“You like it?” He grinned.
Sieun took the paper, staring at it. There was actually a smile on his face now.
“You have punctuality problem. And your ego is high up your ass. You’re also annoying.” His voice, robotic.
Suho just grinned wider. “That’s a compliment, right?”
“But… you’re a great designer.” Sieun continued, almost embarrassed at his words.
Suho’s grin dropped, not expecting it.
“Give me your number.” The boy showed the phone into his face, so fast it made Suho lean back.
He chuckled as he took the phone, typing in his number.
017-093….
His contact was already saved.
FREELOADER 3
He bit his lip, amused.
He looked at Sieun, who was still staring at his drawing. It was like he was daydreaming.
“Hey. You already have my number saved.” He pressed the call button on Sieun’s phone before reaching out for his own.
Sieun dropped the paper, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
Suho flipped the phone, letting Sieun read the big bold letters.
FREELOADER 3
He then turned his own phone.
YEON SIEUN.
Sieun’s big, pretty eyes seemed to grow impossibly bigger.
He freezed.
His mouth opened, but not a single sound came out.
Suho chuckled at his reaction.
“We finally met, Yeon Sieun.”
Chapter 2: 2.
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"We finally met, Yeon Sieun.”
He felt his face twist with disgust.
“Thank you for ignoring my texts, by the way.”
This guy was seriously a psycho. There was no other explanation. A stalker. A psychopath. A potential criminal.
He scoffed, probably way longer than his usual scoffs.
“Clearly, you aren’t here to discuss the game. It’s something else.”
Suho just smiled,
Sieun wanted him to die.
“Mhmm… Well, not necessarily.” He pouted, nodding at him. His voice was so sweet, as if he was talking to a child.
As if Sieun was a child.
“Let’s put an end to our conflict. And then, we can discuss the game.” He smiled again, innocently.
It wont work on Sieun.
He took a deep breath, trying to soften himself. “I never had a conflict with you. It’s just your one sided grudge with me.”
“Yah, take it easy on me. Why do you hate me so much, hm? Sieunnie?”
The nickname made every thought in Sieun’s brain dissapear.
“I’m not picking a fight, see? I just want to be friends. Coworkers maybe, you decide.”
“You sneaked up on me. I cant trust you. I will find another designer, thank you for your time.” He quickly collected his stuff, cursing himself as his limbs shook slightly.
“Yah. You forgot or what? You reached out first. Jieun said you liked my design the most, no one elses.” He tapped on the table before standing up slowly. “Why are you playing hard to get, hm? I thought…” He picked up the once empty paper, now filled with Suho’s doodle, “That you liked my drawing.”
“I did. Before finding out you are free loader three.” He snatched the paper from Suho’s hand. “I won’t be working with you, so stop texting me.”
He tried, he really tried to sound intimidating. And at some point he thought he did, until he saw the cocky smile on Suho’s face.
He was this close to stabbing the guy.
With one last death stare thrown at the designer, he secured his backpack and tried to walk past him, only for his wrist to get caught with a iron-like grip.
“What if I do?”
His wrist was pulled, making him stand infront of Suho as he stepped closer.
“It took me a lot of work to find you.” His voice was low, dangerous. Sieun didn’t like it.
“I won’t let go of you yet.”
He sighed as his wrist was freed, he rubbed it with his other hand.
His eyes were wide as he looked up at the designer, the cap making it hard to see him. Maybe it was Suho’s height that was the problem.
“We still have time to talk, right? So.” He tilted his head, “just say that you are sorry for stalling my graduation.”
God, his baby voice was so, so annoying. It made Sieun’s ears hurt.
He bit his lower lip in annoyence, no way this guy seriously expected an apology.
What a narcissist.
“Come on. Say it. 'Suho-hyung, I'm sorry for stalling your graduation.' Thennn…. I might consider your offer.” Suho arched his back slightly back, stretching casually. His hands were in the pockets of his windbreaker as he stalled right to left.
He took a quick breath, and stepped closer.
“There are two mistakes here. See,” Sieun took another step. “One, I didn’t stall your graduation. It’s because you screwed up your GPA.”
Suho chuckled in disbelief.
He continued.
“Two, I have nothing to apologize for. No, let me correct myself. You ‘failed’ to graduate.”
Suho chuckled again.
Did he lose his mind? Why was he chuckling like a cartoon villain?
“Yah, I see. You, Yeon Sieun,” He leaned down, “You’re a real wacko.”
“You’re the wacko here.”
“Aish.” The taller finally broke his gaze, looking around the classroom as he licked the inside of his mouth. “Yeon Sieun.”
“Ahn Suho.”
“What do you hate the most?” He grinned.
He sighed, he just wanted to go home damn it.
“You.”
“A color you hate?”
“Red. What’s with all these questio-“
Suho took a step closer.
They were so close that Sieun no longer saw his face, only his chest.
And then, Suho leaned in, mouth against his ear.
“Sieunnie. I was going to let this slide. But you were too mean. I changed my mind,
Game on. Yeon Sieun.”
3 days.
Not a single sound from Ahn Suho.
Sieun thought he would be relieved, but he was just even more scared.
Because everything was… different. In a weird way.
First thing was, his favorite coffee which no one bought (everyone complained that it was too sour, so nobody liked it. Sieun did. Sieun liked that coffee. He also liked that nobody bought it. He was never out of it.)
And magically, the machine was out of it.
That coffee, which nobody liked and hated, was magically out.
He convinced himself that it was just a coincidence. Maybe they were expired, yeah. Must be it.
Another weird thing was that, despite always being 30 minutes early to class to get his favorite seat, someone. SOMEONE. Had clamied his seat before him.
Why? Who would do that? Out of every seat. Out of 74 seats in the room, they picked his favorite seat?
He stared at the red hoodie on the desk, whispering to himself. “Whose stuff is this…”
“Oh. Those are mine.”
Sieun recognized that voice.
He shouldnt be suprised when he turned around, but he was.
Suho was dressed in all red.
Red beanie,
Red windbreaker,
Red sweatpants,
Fucking red coke?
It hurt Sieun’s eyes.
“You.” He hissed.
“Did you just hiss at me? Yeon Sieun, you sure you’re not a cat?” Suho stepped closer. “See, you’re even glaring at me like one.” He smiled innocently.
This lesson was going to be the worst time of his entire year.
Sieun was wrong.
Not because the lesson wasnt bad, no. It was terrible.
It just wasnt the worst time of his year.
The worst time of his year was lunch. Which was happening right now.
Suho decided to sit with him, his plate overflowing with food while Sieun’s tray only consisted of 8 broccoli’s.
“You like broccoli? Here. Have mine.”
Suho passed his broccoli’s to Sieun’s tray, chuckling at his own actions. Fucking loser. Fucking narcissist. Fucking egoist.
Sieun ignored him, dodging the broccoli’s that was being put on his tray and instead only diving for the original ones. He ate fast, his mouth full as he picked up his tray to leave. With one last glare, he stood up and turned to leave.
“Yah, Yeon Sieun!”
He stopped.
“Be a good boy and finish your meal.”
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.
Suho was trying to kill him. Suho wanted Sieun to die more than Sieun wanted Suho to die.
The next day was just as bad.
This time, he arrived an hour early.
Not to his suprise, the red hoodie was still placed on his favorite seat.
Suddenly, an arm wrapped around his shoulder.
“All that running for nothing. Hm? Good morning Sieunnie.”
He harshly shook of the arm.
“How do you know my class schedule?”
Suho smiled and took out a piece of paper out of his pocket.
His fucking schedule.
“Ta-da!” Suho sang and flicked the paper.
He snatched the paper from him.
“You got nothing else to do?”
“Hm. Nope.”
“This won’t work on me, you know that, right?”
“Ah, Sieunnie. I like your patience.” He leaned down. “So cute.” A finger poked his cheek.”
Universe was playing with him.
Because no way, there was no way that the teacher paired him up with fucking Ahn Suho out of everyone.
“Can I go solo?” He almost begged the professor infront of everyone.
An arm wrapped around his shoulder again, this time he was pulled to the side.
“Sieunnie, why are you doubting me?”
His response was a rough push at the taller’s chest.
Wearing all red,
Not against the rules.
Stealing my seat,
Not against the rules.
Buying all the coffee,
Not against the rules.
His whole existence?
Not against the rules.
“The rules must be wrong.”
He walked in peace, silence for a while. Until he became aware of the noise coming behind him.
He raised his head, staring at the store’s glass and squinting.
There was a red reflection on the glass.
He whipped his head around,
Nothing.
“Now I’m hallucinating.”
His steps fastened, legs sour from carrying his weight all day long.
He almost slipped when he was going up the stairs, his arms shook as he tried to unlock the door to his dorm.
Then, a sound.
Heavy breathing.
He slowly turned around.
“Boo.”
He screamed.
Suho screamed.
They both stared at each other.
It felt like hours before Suho spoke up.
“What is your problem?”
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE.” Sieun didnt mean to yell, but it felt like he no longer had control over his vocal cords.
Suho looked at him, his gaze softened as he brought a finger to his lips. “Shh. Think about your neighbors.”
The shorter sighed in disbelief. “I’m calling the police.”
“Uh. Why?”
“Why do you think?”
“You’re caling the police because…” He watched as the designer pulled out some keys, “I’m entering my house?”
No.
It cant be.
Sieun refuses to believe it.
Suho brings the key to the lock.
It fits perfectly.
He twists it,
And the door opens.
Sieun’s worst nightmare comes true.
Suho admits,
Maybe he took it a bit too far.
Maybe he shouldve listened when Youngyi told him to stop. When she told him that he was getting obsessed.
But Sieun was interesting, it made Suho want more.
Why was Sieun interesting?
Because today, when he entered the class, he was met with a sight he thought he would only see in his dreams.
Sieun was sitting on his desk, head layed on his hoodie, used as a pillow.
Sieun was sleeping on his hoodie.
For a second, Suho just stood there.
It was stupid, really, how fast his heart reacted. Like it had been waiting for this moment, like it recognized something sacred.
His body moved on its own, he found himself sitting on the chair next to Sieun, a hand under his chin as he watched him,
Like a view.
Maybe Sieun was a view.
He was beautiful.
He had beautiful lips, pink and plump. Dried, begging for moisture. Suho wanted to lic-
His face had softened in sleep. The sharpness dulled. His cheek was squished where it rested against his folded arm, leaving a faint pink mark Suho ached to trace with his finger.
He looked human. Too human. Vulnerable, in a way Sieun never allowed himself to be when he was awake.
But his eyes.
Even closed, Suho could see them.
He’d memorized their shape, the way the corners tilted slightly down, making Sieun look perpetually distant, even when he wasn’t.
But when they were open…
Suho had never seen anything like them before.
They weren’t just eyes. They were questions. Cold, unreadable, and somehow still filled with quiet sadness. Not loud enough to notice unless you were looking for it, but Suho was looking.
He always was.
Fuck, he was going too deep.
He grabbed a pen from Sieun’s desk, shutting down the guilt in his throat and brought the ink to Sieun’s peaceful face.
Sieun had been washing his face for 20 minutes now.
He stared at his reflection. His face was red now, skin irritated from how hard he’d tried to erase the ink.
His face wasn’t just red from the scrubbing, it was red from anger.
Sieun hadn’t felt anger in so long.
Sadness? Sometimes, yeah.
Disgust? A little more than usual.
Annoyence? Well. Everyday
But anger?
Real, simmering, pulsing anger? That was new.
He stared at his reflection, water dripping down his jaw. His eyes were wide, chest rising and falling too fast.
Sieun grabbed the paper towel and pressed it too hard into his skin, the soft cotton now rough against the rawness he couldn’t wipe away.
He wasn’t just embarrassed.
He wasn’t just violated.
He was angry.
And Suho was going to feel it.
He left the bathroom with firm steps.
Suho thought about apologizing,
That thought quickly disappeared when he was Sieun stomping towards him.
“Sieunnie, ah, you washed it off? I’m impressed.” He gave his most innocent smile.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
Maybe Suho was wrong for calling Sieun a cat. Sieun wasn’t a cat. He was a bunny. A pink one that Suho couldn't remember the name of.
“Sieunnie. Do you watch cartoons?” He tried his best to hide his laugh.
Sieun looked taken aback before nodding. Slow. Hesitant.
“Have you watched the one with… uhh… the blue cat?” The taller bit his lip as he tried to recall the name.
“Gumball?” Sieun deadpanned.
“Yes! Gumball! Ah, I know you were familiar from somewhere.”
Sieun just stared at him in confusion.
“You are like- Gumball’s sister. What was her name? Anaus? Annaence?”
“…Anais?”
“Yes! Yah, Sieunnie. You are a genuis.”
“I never watched it.”
“What! What do you mean? Sieunnie… You have to watch it okay? Look. I’ve watched every episode like, 6 times. Maybe even more. Did you know there’s a 7th season on the wa-“
He looked around,
And Sieun was gone.
That night, Sieun did something he had never done before.
He used his laptop for something other than studying.
He opened the search, pressing on the letters of the keyboard.
THE AMAZING WORLD OF GUMBALL, CLICK TO WATCH.
He clicked.
Notes:
this tawog reference yall...
someone teachme how to put my twt link on here i opened my crusty laptop for this im noteven joking the keyboard and the screen are fuckinf sepeareted cuz my fat cat sat on it
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