Hana's only solace from her awful co-worker is Overwatch.
"Does anybody know about it?" She asked hesitantly; if he was struggling with this 'thing', she didn't want to say something wrong and potentially make it worse.
"This is the first time I've...
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Sunday night, Hana stared at her computer screen. Game menu open, she waited for her friend to come online, just to see why he'd stood her up. Not wanting to be upset with him, she convinced herself that perhaps something had happened, obviously he had some logical explanation for not showing up.
At the end of the day, she got to spend time with Namjoon, which had been magical. So, Bullet not showing up was very bittersweet. However, since that day, he hadn't bothered to reach out to her. Either he was avoiding her, or something had really happened to him. Not wanting to feel the sting of rejection, she was forced to worry about him instead. Was he okay?
Of course he was.
He just didn't want to show up.
Why was she even allowing herself to dwell on somebody who obviously didn't respect her enough to not let her waste her time? To be at least a little honest with her? It was fine, she could learn from this. She knew now not to be so naive again, and most importantly, she knew where her friendship with Bullet stood. Unfortunately, she'd never be able to reconstruct the closeness she once felt with him.
Finally tired of waiting, and not being in the mood to play in the slightest, she shut down her computer. Perhaps now would be a good time as any to take a break from playing for a while now that she had real world commitments; a full time job that she loved to be at, an actual real life best friend, and a possible relationship that was hovering just out of reach. It was time to let the game go and prioritize these other things.
Maybe this time she'd be the one to ask Namjoon out on a date.
Shuffling out to the living room, she plopped down next to Chan. With all of these new developments in her life, she ended up spending less and less time with him. At first, it was fine, because before this, he was the only person she would ever see outside of school. Now, she really started missing her brother, who had been a solid source of comfort and joy for her, her entire life.
"No Overwatch?" Chan asked as he suspiciously eyed the younger girl that had started curling into his side. Hana shook her head, training her eyes on the action movie that was playing on the screen. She never made much time to watch many movies, or TV, so she couldn't directly identify exactly what it was. "Is the wi-fi out?" He asked, now fumbling with the network settings on his x-box to ensure everything was working fine.
"I just didn't feel like playing," Hana explained, relishing in the comfort and plushness of the couch. For years, she holed herself up in her room, her body so used to the gaming chair in front of her desk that she almost forgot what it felt like to find a comfortable area and relax. That's when it hit Hana; for years, she'd had poor prioritization, and missed out on having a more calming and relaxed life.
"Did something happen?" Chan questioned with concern, turning so he could look down at Hana for any dishonesty.
"No," she lied, not wanting to admit to herself, or otherwise, that something so small was impacting her so much.
