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the weekend had arrived quickly, and at 2 p

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the weekend had arrived quickly, and at 2 p.m., when wooyoung's phone on the desk went off, he expected little to nothing.

he picked up the phone and looked at the notification of a new message from choi san. as soon as wooyoung clicked it and saw the short downloaded video san had sent of a raccoon spinning in circles until it fell on its buttocks, he slapped his forehead.

what did he even expect from choi san?! giving him his phone number had been a huge mistake, if anything. he had hoped that san would text him anything hinting at the release date of the second season, but for the past few days, all san had sent him was stupid short videos of funny animals like this one. san refused to communicate with words; his first text was a video of a drooling cat. wooyoung misinterpreted these videos as indirect hints of some sort. perhaps it was because all of the puzzles and quizzes on lumi's lullaby had temporarily messed with his brain. he soon realised that the videos had no meaning. this was just san being a pain in the ass once again.

wooyoung tossed the phone on the desk, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his rolling chair, pondering. maybe he should've caught san before he dashed home because 'business calls', and forced it out of him at that exact moment.

his lip twitched as he attempted to imagine what was going through san's mind at the moment. san was probably having the time of his life doing this. wooyoung would understand the workings of the universe before he understood choi san.

he'd made futile attempts to converse with san, too. he'd sent two or three messages asking what was going on with the animal videos, followed by one message about lumi's lullaby. however, san responded to none. technically, he responded—with another animal video, of course. wooyoung had even tried to trick him by telling him he'd discovered a critical plot hole in the game's story; his goal was to get san to run all the way over so he could lock him down and get some answers from him. however, san's faith in his own abilities was unwavering: the man refused to believe that his creation could ever be flawed. he didn't need to use words to convey this message because he'd only responded to wooyoung's message with a video of a hamster.

wooyoung huffed. did san truly believe he was making wooyoung miserable by doing this? it was only a game, after all. wooyoung had more to be concerned about than a silly game. in a few more days, wooyoung would forget about the plot that had taken over his mind like a plague, and he would stop caring about lumi.

but the simple truth was that wooyoung was miserable. until he played the game, of course. he thought that san's stupid game wasn't all that special and it was simply his undiscovered love for video games; with this in mind, wooyoung had downloaded and uninstalled at least ten more games. he couldn't get over lumi, her dumb lullabies, and the stupid whale and giant raincloud. and san's inability to cooperate wasn't helping at all. this childish back-and-forth was getting him nowhere. he wanted answers, not a menagerie of adorable (yet unhelpful) creatures.

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