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Life was never the fairest for Yurim. For the least part of it all, but oh well.
If it was, she wouldn't be named the roblox maneater.
"I can't believe you're still not over this Rims!" Iseul throws her head back in sheer frustration, her grip on the pillow at hand tightening. And at the very moment, Yurim was thankful for only one thing in life. For not being the one struggling under Iseul's vice grip. Still felt bad for the pillow, though.
Yurim dramatically flops down on her bed.
"I can't! I just can't, Issy!" She lets out a yell as dramatic as her fall. "Roblox is never wrong."
Iseul was choking the pillow at this point.
"Well the body count is pretty low in real life Yurim," she gritted her words out. "Real getting out there and meeting real men is always an option when the roblox dating algorithm fails you."
Yurim sits up at that, tears in her eyes. Almost.
"But what if I'm the one failing the algorithm, sad face emoji?"
It takes a while for Iseul to decipher the cryptic thoughts-to-voice text her roommate directed at her, and a few more to decide on a proper reaction to the said statement.
First option was having failed to realise that Yurim was talking in a very online texting jazz fashion and had become very much the Samsung phone keyboard. Mouthing her emotions and presenting them as verbal emojis of sorts. The failure would definitely lead to Iseul to let go of the pillow and have her fingers wrapped around its substitute- which was none other than her best friend's throat. She was not a fucking sad face emoji. Iseul was the drooling BRB emoji, no debates.
The second was simple. Understanding what the otherwise smart but a roblox fool brunette said and be left speechless for a fixed amount of time.
In Iseul's case, she had set a mental alarm for 5 seconds. Not more, not less.
And so she does.
Yurim timidly walks across the room and sits down on the floor. Iseul thinks that the qr hitecture major had failed to notice that she had just picked the best angle for Iseul to kick her to the other end of the room. Or worse, just too perfect to be kicked out of the window itself.
Iseul looks longingly at the girl seated on the floor, and then at the window. Desire was crawling into the pit of her stomach. She plays with her feet a little and thinks of something she wanted to do with one of them......
"Don't," Yurim warns, though carefully. "I know what you're thinking."
....But she doesn't, of course.
Iseul takes a deep breath. She was too much of a Deepak Chopra enthusiast to do something as rash as this.
