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(s) hwangshin : marvins room

published may 18, 2024. 2525 words
au
even tho drake lost this is the best song ever
yeji pov.

My roommate knocks on the wooden door persistently, taking me out of my rest.

Groaning: "Come in!" In frustration, I rub my eyes and refuse to move in my comfortable position.

She barges in and rushes to jump on my bed, screaming my name in joy. "Guess what?!"

"What?" I whine, drifting away from her to set the idea I wasn't in the mood. "What is it that has you waking me up?"

"I just got asked out on a date."

My demeanor immediately switches, and I sit up to fully comprehend her words. "What?"

"Yeah! You know the guy who was buying us drinks last night?" I nod. "Well, he was making moves, and soon enough, I gave him my number. Now, he wants to go out!"

"Oh, yeah. I noticed..." I throw my legs over and escape her, heading out to the bathroom.

"What?" She follows me, finding confusion from my response. "So, are you, like, excited or what?"

"Uh, sure." I apply toothpaste on my toothbrush and start brushing my teeth, ignoring her presence. "When is it?"

"This Saturday."

"Oh, cool. Hope you have fun!" I say sarcastically, washing my mouth and avoiding her once more. I grab our hairbrush and stroke it down my hair a bit.

She pauses for a moment and trails me again. "Yeji, what's going on with you?"

I check the time on my phone. "I gotta go to work in thirty." And as I wear my clothing, she continues to pry over me.

"Yeji, are you mad or something?" My silence propels her to chuckle. "Oh, you're jealous?" she playfully suggests.

"No, I'm not. Just disappointed."

"Well, he's nice, so I don't see the problem."

"The problem? It's some random guy. You don't know what he wants from you, and it's probably not good. I wouldn't trust it."

She chases me to our shoe racks. "Oh, really? Oh, that makes no sense when you already talk to so many girls that I don't seem to exist!"

"Because you'd be so phased by someone else. I'm hesitant to even talk to you anymore like that!"

She releases a sigh mixed with a groan. "I can't believe this. You're so selfish!"

Hearing her footsteps depart, I turn her way. "Look, Yuna, I'd—I'd try to like this idea, but—"

"But what? Scared I'm going to go away?"

Now that you mention it, yes.

-

The memory replays in my head every night while I lay on my mattress, alone in my serene house with my two dogs.

My friends and friends of friends left a huge mess on all three levels of my home: basement, ground floor, and the upstairs' hallways. I've had no stamina to clean any of it up, leaving my pups to play around with red cups.

Something preoccupied my mind.

I called her that night because the party escalated; I needed to hear her voice so that I knew that my heart was still beating.

Fuck, I'm sorry, I apologized for what felt like the first time in my life. Remorse rushed into me like waves as she continued to disapprove of my actions.