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His Pov

As I sat in my cramped dorm room, the weight of the previous night's events began to bear down on me. I had nearly been caught by this new user, while chatting, revealing my true identity as the developer of the app I had created to confess my feelings to Riri. The thought of being discovered sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder who this mysterious user, Mee was.

Had I shared the link to the app with anyone else besides Riri? I wracked my brain, trying to recall if there had been any other potential users who could have stumbled upon the app. But no, there wasn't any.

As the day wore on, I became increasingly preoccupied with thoughts of user Mee. Who was she? Was she younger or older than me? Did she know Riri? The questions swirled around in my head, making it difficult to focus on my coding project I was working on with my roommate, Jimin.

But as the hours ticked by, my thoughts began to drift away from Mee and towards the task at hand. Jimin and I were working on a new app, and the deadline for submission was fast approaching. We had spent the past few weeks holed up in our dorm room, coding day and night, barely coming up for air.

Just as I was beginning to lose myself in the code, I heard the familiar ping of a notification. I glanced at my computer screen and saw that it was a message from the app I had created. My heart leapt into my throat as I saw that it was a message from Mee.

I hesitated for a moment before clicking on the message, not knowing what to expect.

Her Pov

The frustration simmered, a dull ache in my gut. I’d tried three times, four times maybe, but the app wouldn't budge. Stubbornly, it remained glued to my phone's screen, a mocking reminder of my phone’s sluggishness, a casualty of its age. My old, clunky phone, a testament to my student budget, wasn’t exactly the epitome of technological prowess. With a sigh, I tossed the phone onto the bed, a defeated groan escaping my lips.

The shower was a sanctuary, the hot water cascading down my tense shoulders, melting away the day’s fatigue. Presenting my latest sculpture to the head of the department had been a grueling affair. Our sculpture department, a crucible of creative energy, demanded constant pushing, constant striving. It was relentless, a vortex of ambition and self-doubt, but sometimes, when things clicked, when the raw material morphed into something beautiful, it was all worth it.

Reaching for the towel, I caught my reflection in the fogged mirror. A smile bloomed on my face. A post-shower glow, a transformation, a moment of pure, unadulterated contentment. If anyone asked, I’d tell them this, the moment after a hot shower, was my best. The kind of beauty that comes from within, from taking a moment to simply be.

Wrapped in my towel, I padded out of the bathroom, my gaze settling on my phone, its battery flickering a faint, desperate light. Exhaling a tired breath, I plugged it in, the charging hum a soothing background noise. My fingers instinctively reached for my comfy clothes, the familiar cotton against my skin a welcome comfort.