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Megan stares blankly at her laptop screen. The lights were completely shut, the laptop being the only source of brightness in the otherwise dark room.
Her eyes stung and her brain felt like mush, letting out a tired sigh she closes her laptop and proceeds to press her palms against her eyes until she saw static.
Begrudgingly, she gets up and opens the light to her room.
Megan stands at the door for a moment, feeling a little disorientated, chest tight and vision narrowed.
She walks over to the window to get some fresh air. Once the window is open, the cool wind hits her face and finally she feels like she can breathe again.
Taking a shuddering breath, she shuts her eyes and counts one to ten and back. When she opens them her eyes catch on her neighbor.
Jeung-Laforteza Yoonchae.
Aka, one of her best friends.
Yoonchae was hunched over her own desk, hands in her hair, and papers everywhere.
Curiously, Megan stares at her for a while, then her whole body flinches when Yoonchae unexpectedly chucks her notebook against the wall.
Taking a bond paper and a pencil, Megan starts writing something, she holds it out her window, waiting for Yoonchae to notice.
“u ok chip?”
It takes a few seconds, roughly a minute, before Yoonchae glances over. Her shoulders drop and her posture sags.
Megan swears that she sees Yoonchae’s eyes soften.
“js stressed:(“ is what Yoonchae replies, using a bond paper and pencil too.
Humming, Megan erases her writing to ask another question. “how come?”
Yoonchae clicks her tongue, having to squint this time.
“stupid literature, i don’t understand half of the words:’(“ Megan blows a breath out, how the hell could her dyslexic brain possibly help Yoonchae out in that apartment.
“iz that mr. c’s class?”
“yup”
Megan perks up. “i have a reviewer from emily, want it?”
“YES PLEASE … will emily mind tho?”
The older girl thinks it over for a half second. “nah, she likes u too, i’ll send it over on ig later:3”
Yoonchae looks much calmer now.
Just when Megan thought the conversation was done, Yoonchae holds up her bond paper again. “how’s ur night meg? i kinda miss u:(“
“KINDA???????” Yes, that’s what Megan decides to focus on.
The Korean girl is sure to get Megan to look at her before doing a very exaggerated eyeroll.
She swears she heard Megan gasp—or maybe her brain knows the sound so well it supplies it no problem.
Megan blows raspberries at her and Yoonchae scoffs, blowing them right back.
“my night is ok, been busy uhhh w studying n whatnot, my eyes hurt tho”
“u should sleep then, it’s 2 am anyways” Megan’s head whirls back to look at the clock.
When did it get so damn late? The fuck?
Megan sighs, Yoonchae was right. As usual. “alr alr, gnnnnn!!! sleep well:3”
Yoonchae gives a heart hand sign that Megan immediately reciprocates.
Five minutes, that’s how long it took. That’s how long it took for Megan to send the reviewer, plop down, and fall asleep.
Yoonchae sees her friend from the window and huffs, hearting Megan’s message and tidying her place.
meiiyokie:P & chippie’s private chat
meiiyokie:P sent a file
chippie reacted 💟
chippie: goodnight meg
sleep well:3
meiiyokie:P & chippie's private chat
meiiyokie:P: morning chip:3
cant wait to see u later
chippie: miss u:(
meiiyokie:P: miss u more chip:(((
mwamwa
chippie: xx
Yoonchae's chest felt sticky and sweet. Her cheeks were surely rosy, and her pupils wide, matching with her uncontrollable grin.
Sophia walks in. Stares at her, then at Megan across the window, with the same expression, and wonders how these idiots thought they were just friends.