Concurrence | k.th

modus - female dog

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1 New Message(s)

"Un, my plane's tomorrow ... Thank you~! Have fun at that concert with those bulletproof guys or whatever they're called! Un, see you in five weeks!!"

The red button on the screen of your phone disappeared before you could even tap it.

Accompanied by a tiny sigh, you let yourself sink back into the old and tiny, but extremely comfortable wine red couch, cushioned with a bunch of colorful pillows and stuffed animals, your body slouching completely to the point where almost your whole back was laying horizontally on the cushions that one was supposed to sit on.

You suspiciously eyed the only halfway packed suitcase with your clothes and all the things you needed for everyday survival scattered around it with the ulterior motive of eventually fitting it into the bag.

You lazily tilted your iPhone up, and the screen immediately lit up, showing a huge seven next to a fifty-four and a notification of your flight information next to a yellow one you chose to ignore.

Your flight to Incheon international airport was in going in less than five hours.

You had avoided taking planes at night up until now, but it was your mother's 50s birthday tomorrow and that was the earliest plane you managed to get with your semester holiday starting today.

For some reason, it was super cheap, too and that always came in handy for a student living alone in Japan. When you searched for the flight the next day it wasn't available anymore, which made you super glad you didn't hesitate to book the ticket.

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The small TV, that was part of the little studio you rented, showed the ending credits of some drama.

You had turned the sound off earlier so you could talk on the phone with your friend, but now you were too lazy to turn it back on.

Living alone had made you develop the habit of turning the TV or some music on as soon as you got home because you couldn't stand the silence.

You took another glance at your phone. Another message notification on KakaoTalk popped up, but you still didn't look at its content.

You really didn't feel like interacting with any human being at the time.

By the time you looked back at the TV, the news had started and a serious looking young Japanese woman was silently informing the viewers about the latest catastrophes in the world.

You observed a couple of announcements until an amateur film of some kind of festival or concert, you couldn't really tell thanks to the shaking camera, was blended in for a couple of seconds and you looked at the device in your hand again.

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8 New Me-

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You finally decided to tap on one of the message notifications busying your screen.

It was starting to bug you and you didn't want to feel bugged when you still had almost your whole luggage left to pack.

You wiggled your body upwards to, what people would call, a more normal sitting position because your neck was starting to ache, caught a quick glance at the pretty face of what looked like an idol shown next to the newscaster, and gave all your attention to your smartphone that was now in both your hands.

The first were from your uni friend Miya, you just had a call with. It was her whining about how some idol of hers got hurt or something.

You loved her, you really did. Miya is a great friend who always stayed by your side no matter what.

But you could really do without her fangirling about every tiny stone her biases picked up from the road.

You looked at the TV again and the strangely familiar face on it. With a confused frown you checked the rest, and the majority, of the messages.

"Oh?"

It was your boyfriend.

The flood of messages, not the handsome face on TV. Although you honestly wouldn't mind that face belonging to him.

You scanned through them and any bystander could've watched your mood dropping faster than your phone from the tip of the Tokyo Tower the first time you came to Japan and wanted to take a, what you thought, aesthetic picture.

Kenji-kun, the name of implied sweetheart, was stating in impressive detail the complex emotional distress being away from you for a couple of weeks would cause him and his relationship with you.

And as you weren't planning on staying in Japan for the rest of your life anyways, he decided it would be in his and your best interest to break up.

You carefully read through the messages a second, third, and fourth time to make sure you didn't misunderstand any of the sentences sent, no, you were hoping you had just misread it the first, second, or third time.

You didn't.

You really just got dumped for something that didn't even happen yet because some guy couldn't deal with his insecurities. Over text.

What a bitch.

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