Ring Of Fire

A Keyboard Warrier

Song to match this chapter:
~You Sad by Tkay Maidza.~

The spring chill floated through the bright, open lecture hall of the English Department. So, I rummaged through my polka dot tote bag to claw out my fluffy pink pullover and yank it over my head.

My struggle caught the eye of the gem of the English department. Or rather the gem of the whole second year.

Ugh, he is too perfect, I thought as I glanced over at him, giving him a weary smile.

Kim Namjoon: highly ranked water Centinal, handsome and polite, smartly dressed and tan, graduated top in his school and received a scholarship to study philosophy here at Kyung Hee University.

I sound like his stalker; I'm nottttt... okay?. It's like basic profile information that pops up on everyone's Yockeyo feed.

I know - what the fuck is Yockeyo, right? Just another zombie-fying social media that fuels everyone's image obsession.

I ended up deleting all the other socials like insta because I slowly realised they are all the same dark distraction. I never had it in me to delete Yockeyo, though.

How ironic, with how much I ramble on about society's deep-rooted problems stemming from the black hole of social media, you would think that I don't indulge in profile checking now and then.

But that's not all I get up to online. Ahhhh, I know, lock me up and throw away the key because I have committed the crime of hypocrisy.

I have an anonymous account on Yockeyo, a secret world filled with my flavourful personality that has racked up quite a few followers now.... ya know, just around 536,025, not like I am counting or anything.

It makes me feel mysterious, and yes, in a fucked up way, it gives me the validation that I do not get from my family. It makes me feel special despite being in a body that hasn't accessed its power quite yet.

Fuck... I drifted off into Minnie world again and missed half of the assignment explanation.

This is poetry class, my favourite, although the one I find most challenging nowadays with my emotional blockage.

So what the fuck is fancy Kim Namjoon doing in my poetry class? Your guess is as good as mine. I thought to myself as I once again felt his eyes fixate on my face through the corner of my eye.

My ears started to burn.

I am used to the attention. My soft pink hair that matches my plump lips always attracts cooing strangers to me, telling me how cute I look.

I have striking light blue eyes, too; I have always liked my eyes because of their ability to make people sweat under their gaze.

Anyway, what I am not used to is this.

Why is he STARING? Weird.

I was pulled away from my increasingly flustered state by a Yockeyo notification.

I once again scrambled around in the black hole that is my tote bag and pulled out my cute little purple smartphone that I am so attached to, little gems surrounding the screen.

[Lunar_lunatic93 sent you a direct message.]

Fuck.

The blood previously residing in my ears travelled to my cheeks and hands and my... umm oh god, calm down Minnie, my phone slightly shaking as a product.

Why did my heart flutter?

I unlocked the phone under my desk.

Lunar_lunatic93: Cute fucking post to match your cute fucking personality?