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@ʙ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 she's attempting to understand, really—sure, minho was relatable for his whole 'coveting-for-death' and lame remarks here and there, but inevitably, she's quite surprised at the feelings her roommate before her conveys about the aforementioned man. "maybe it's just an infatuation," she offers, shrugging as she shifts around uncomfortably so to rest her head upon her lap. "y'know, short-lived and intense for now, and the only way to find out is you asking him to prom," now, she prods at her stomach to garner her attention, not missing the flush in her cheeks. "you guys would spend more time, converse, all that jazz. even share an awkward first dance, to which i'll find great entertainment at. i know i just said to not venture like five seconds ago, but i'd hate to think that you missed out on your chance because i gave bad advice."

@ᴅ ⁞ ryujin s 。 she gives the other a light shake of her head, perhaps just as clueless of her actions as the pink haired girl is. she's never been like this? what gives? instead, she diverts her focus to the girl now sparsely spread across her lap, bellowing a small laugh at her description. "little weirdo, sounds about right." she nods, taking in her statement– perhaps it would be best to ignore it indeed. "o-oh, well..." the question has her taken aback, the growing rouge on her cheeks only deepening in hue. god, she's never been this embarrassed. "i just... feel like i could trust him, you know? like a big part of me understands him and feels comfortable around him. i guess. i don't know, this is a very odd question–"

@○ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 "oh?" she mutters out, almost incredulously to hear jieqiong feebly come to his defense over her harmless teasing, now entertaining herself with the thought that maybe she's left out more than what's on the surface. so, she maneuvers her way over to jieqiong, sprawling over her lap excitedly. "it's alright if you like the little weirdo, we're all freaks here to society," she says, brushing some of her tresses out of her face. "but you're asking me what to do, right? i'd still stand by my original advice; don't venture into it. i mean, that's just because i hate men, and i'm not exactly sure he's worth it. so let me ask, why do you feel like you have a crush on him?"

@○ ⁞ ryujin s 。 shuddering further at the thought, she shakes her head once before gobbling up the rest of her granola bar. she sinks further into the couch, and just as she was about to swallow, the name rings through her like a shrill cry. "i mean he has a reason to avoid eye contact..." she starts, hoping her embarrassment wouldn't be so obvious. "...wait, n-no, i dont like him!" her eyes widen at the realization that she, zhou jieqiong, sounds incredibly defensive and painfully obvious. there's no catching herself from here.

@○ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 her face, too, scrunches up just at the mere thought of even a minor crush upon each other's best friends- the idea no longer being mused in her perspective as her mind fleetingly wanders. "if not the gay lovers.." her voice seemingly trails, eyes distractedly tailing over the ceiling until an epiphany dawns onto her. "lee minho? you like spit-ball target, awkward guy-who-refuses-to-talk-with-eye-contact lee minho?"

@○ ⁞ ryujin s 。 a seeping rouge tints her face a near scarlet hue, eyes still averted from the younger as she sighs and finally gives in. "fine, so i like this person, but it's not really, like, a big deal-" her face scrunches up in disgust at the name ryujin had mentioned, a hand covering as she made phony gag noises before bursting into a bubble of laughter. "god, no! mingyu? disusting. he's my best friend, i would never. not the gay best friends, they're cute but wayyy off limits."

@○ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 her brows furrow in confusion, fully aware that her own roommate was attempting to avert their subject to something as... odd as the weather. "jie, you and i both know that you're bullting right now," she says, to put it in nicer terms- but all is said with a laugh. her leg outstretches to nudge her foot to the older's, now beginning to somewhat pry. "oh my god, is it mingyu? but it feels weird because he's full on gay just like, right in front of your salad?"

@○ ⁞ joohyun b 。 "oh! i think someone's at the door–" she exclaims upon hearing a knock, her head swiftly turning to crane towards it's direction. "i'll get it!" the girl shoots to her feet and sweeps over, granola in as she smooths the crumbs off her skirt. she heads over to open the door, and much to her delight, their new friend is there to greet them. "baejoo, hey omg! awww you brought snacks, come on in, the boys won't be here for a while."

@○ ⁞ ryujin s 。 another bellowing laughter ensues in response to her statements, raising up the snack in her hand to toaat the girl beside her. "cheers for powerful women with idiot best friends who rightfully deserve free monopoly cards." she nods, figuring her advice would be best for her situation. "yeah, you might be right." her eyes dart to the side and she gives the other a sheepish grin, anything to avoid her question. "oh, uh, haha, no one really, it's just hypothetical– the weather is lovely no?"

@○ ⁞ ryujin s 。 @○ ⁞ minho l 。 @○ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 @○ ⁞ hyunjin h 。 Joohyun gets out of her dorm due to the fact that it was dead silent, she gets her purse to buy some snacks from the convenient store before getting off the boundary of school to get to the store. She tied her hair into a messy bun before she went off. Eventually after that, she sees a person whome she met at the lounge few days ago, going ahead to a dorm before she follows it and went in front of the door. While holding a bag of snacks she bought, she hesitantly knocks on the door, waiting for someone to open the door.

@○ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 "me too, i think we should be rewarded with some type of, 'get out of jail free' card, like in monopoly. we can commit any damn felony, whether it's murder or not paying rent on a hotel-ed pacific avenue." soon, she's tossing another goldfish in before straightening up, now deadpanning over to her friend. "avoid it, any sort of feelings. we all know that speculations of any emotion remotely related to love doesn't end up good for anyone," she nods. "but, can i ask who you're eyeing at?"

@○ ⁞ ryujin s 。 her own muffled laughter entices a cacophony between the two of them, bringing up a hand to cover her lips and fully mask the sound. "our best friends can be such hammerheads sometimes, i wonder how we keep up with them." she stared down her granola bar and contemplates, a few moments of silence lingering before she spoke. "so, suppose i'm starting to speculate that i like someone, what should i do?"

@○ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 she stifles a laugh, leaning to rest her head upon jieqiongs shoulder. "yeah, well i guess eventually we're not supposed to give a hot, wet monkey's about what those two failed banana hammocks do, but doesn't mean we can't clown them for it." now, her interest piques from the older. "a question? alright, shoot."

@○ ⁞ ryujin s 。 "right? i mean, i'm also personally very worried that your friend is getting swept off his feet by a brooding, lanky, towering spawn of satan with the vocabulary and basic human skills of an extraterrestrial toddler. i'm highly worried for both of them." she sighs, taking a bite out of the granola in her hand. "actually, i kind of have a question for you."

@○ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 "i'm not one to voluntarily hear two flabby men commit '', but i'm pretty alarmed knowing your said nasty demon is into someone that looks like they got their top row of dentures removed when they smile and that he barely has one chest hair growing and that's only because i drew it on him." she settles besides jieqiong, feeding herself a goldfish. "but anyway, how are you?"

@○ ⁞ ryujin s 。 she whips her head towards the pink haired female upon her question, bellowing a gleeful laugh at her description of the mute boy. "probably not yet, but they soon will. the nasty demon has weak game but he'll cave in eventually." she shrugs and takes the granola from ryujin, tearing the wrapper then taking a nice seat on the plush sofa. "not really allergic to anything, it's okay."

@○ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 she pauses, turning back to jieqiong. "you think they're bangin'? your socially awkward cake grabbing man tit and my having, pyramid looking friend?" shuddering, she peers into their pantry, retrieving said crackers and a granola bar. "it has nuts, just telling you in case you've got allergies."

@○ ⁞ ryujin s 。 she shared the same look of disgust at the garment ryujin picked up, bringing up a hand to swat away the overpowering smell of men's perfume wafting in the air. "god, it smells like mingyu in here." her gaze follows the other and she strolls along with timid steps, eyes watchful and observant. "do you think they have any granola?"

@○ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 she nods as a response, soon picking up a discarded pair of boxers with a disgusted expression. "well, just think of an axe smelling dumpster," flinging it elsewhere, she makes a beeline to the kitchen. "hyunjin likes goldfish crackers, i'm sure he's got some."

@○ ⁞ ryujin s 。 "you sure this is legal?" she chuckles, peeking in for a bit before stepping inside. "this is their dorm, huh? i've never been in any of the male dorms before."

@○ ⁞ jieqiong z 。 "yeah, hyunjin gave me the passcode and coincidentally told me he was going out with his roommates," she shrugs, swinging open the door. "so, we raid."

"i didn't want your chips anyways." he brushes off ryujin's harmless punch, honestly expecting something more forceful than that. he's careful to keep the scissors from catching onto hyunjin's briefs. hyunjin's already had enough mortification to last him a lifetime. "i'll believe that when i see it."

"and you're not getting any of my chips." she rolls her eyes, ering a harmless punch to minho's abdomen before having to stand back and watch. "but he's still treating us out, i'm pretty sure."

minho must be an angel. truly, an angel come to save him from the evil clutches of his devious best friend. wiggling off of his bed, he stood up and gathered his t shirt as much as was needed to expose the shorts completely. finally - he could be freed from this nightmare.

looking between ryujin and hyunjin, he picks up a disparity between what ryujin translated and what hyunjin intended to say. besides, he doesn't trust that smile on ryu's face anyways. retrieving the scissors, he looks at ryujin pointedly. "you're not getting the scissors."

"he said please get the scissors for us to cut off the shorts. and that he'll treat us out after our good deed." she says, fully knowing that was quite the opposite of hyunjin's signing. with this, she sports an innocent smile to minho.

he lifted his head, glancing back with horror and pain in his wide eyes. cut? ryujin? with scissors?? whipping back around to look at minho with a pleading expression, he wiggled his arms out of his blanket burrito to frantically sign to his roommate. 'please cut them off for me! i don't trust ryujin with this at all!!'

"i see," she nods, mouth slightly full with chips. with one swift pull, the blanket hyunjin's wrapped up in unravels to showcase that of his dummy thick cheeks as he rests with his face down. "hyun, you're literally stretching them out, what the heck. those were fifteen bucks, bro. do we need to ,, ugh, cut them off?"

[ text to : my best friend in the whole wide world :heart: ]
- ... oh god. how could i forget–

he lets out a sigh as ryujin slips through the doorway, gesturing in the direction of hyunjin's bed. "he's been like this since he came back to the dorm."

hyunjin was wrapped up in his blanket like a sad burrito, laying face flat on his bed. the shorts seemed stuck and after some attempts, he had just given up trying to take them off. he wondered if ryujin would kill him if they needed to cut it off of him.