Yoosung x MC: What's a RFA

Introduction

MC clambered wearily up the apartment stairs. She was only on the second floor at this point, but it might as well have been the tenth. From the years of use, the cemented stairs had worn down, now rounded and as MC had very quickly found out, exceptionally easy to trip over.

Why did the elevator have to be broken today?? She checked a crumpled piece of paper, clenched tight in her fist while she had been lumbering up the staircase. If someone stopped and stared at the paper for over ten seconds, they might be able to see what MC had written down, just before she had departed on her trip. "Room 8A". That was meant to be her room. Looking up at the tall, never-ending spiral, cascading upwards endlessly, she had to kick her foot to keep from yelling.

  As she neared her halfway mark, she decided she might as well give herself some time to think about her situation as a whole. Of course, the last few months have been nothing but her thinking, but it seemed like an alright distraction from the labouring task ahead of her. Throughout her life, MC had wanted to work with animals. Of course, at the time she was seven, and not the brightest spark, so she could never really decide exactly what she wanted to do. When she neared her teenage years, she started researching for something that fit her well. She'd be a vet, but she couldn't bear to think about what would happen if she wasn't able to save an animal. An environmental lawyer seemed too boring and tough. When she was fourteen, however, she found something that seemed perfect. A pet psychologist. Then she started researching about how to become "one of those". Doctor of veterinary medicine. That should be easy enough. She thought to herself. It's not like anything else is going to interfere with that.

  Finally. As she reached floor eight, she almost fell onto the door. After triple checking to see if it was her room, she knocked. To her knowledge, her roommate was not actually another college student, but, hey, it was cheap and at a time like this, cheap was all MC was looking for. After about 10 seconds of MC waiting, and five seconds of her rechecking the piece of paper, the door opened.

  "Hello! Come on in," the girl who opened the door exclaimed. "Sorry it took me a while to reach the door, I was daydreaming." MC stepped inside, taking a moment to study how the girl looked. She had long blond hair, with waves reaching down to her hips with ease. And with hair like that, she still kept it in seemingly perfect condition. The brown dress she was wearing seemed expensive, the length of the dress reaching her knees, and a cream bow tied across the top, around her collarbone. And then, her light green eyes, as bright and as genuinely happy as her smile.

  While MC disliked doing this, she couldn't help but compare that appearance to her own. MC herself had long, fine brown hair, the fringe so long she now used it as a escape tool in social situations. And when was the last time she even looked at her eyes? What colour were they again? The fringe was too long and her eye colour too light to properly tell. At least she was a fan of her sweater. It was warm, and it looked pretty, and that was enough. Either way, after thinking about her own looks, she clutched the ends of her sweater tighter.

  "Hi, my name's MC. Thanks for having me. What's your name?"

  The girl still had her kind smile on, but after that question it faltered slightly, as if she decided that thinking about her answer was a bigger priority.

  "Oh, your welcome! And my name ...my name is Kira." she said, nodding. MC was too focused on whether or not she looked nervous too see if Kira was. And, if she did notice, she didn't mention it, smiling back as she gazed around the room. There were quite a bit of photos, and a lot of amazing ones, at that.

  "Did you take these?" MC gushed, almost running to get a close up of one.

Kira shook her head. "No, I doubt i'd ever be able to do something like this... an old friend of mine took it."

  "I see! They're all so pretty."

  After a small period of silence, consisting of MC looking at all the pictures, Kira turned toward her.

  "I'm sure you're tired," she skipped toward the hallway door. "I can show you to your room, and there we can discuss the rules."

  The rules seemed quite simple. Don't enter Kira's room without permission, try not to make too much noise after 8:30 p.m. and before 7:00 a.m., don't touch the cabinets next to the kitchen table, and pay your half of the rent. All rules that MC could follow without fail. Afterwards, Kira had to leave to go to work, and MC decided she would get herself ready before class the next morning. That was also easier than expected. After all, she had spent two weeks shopping for everything that she might need.

  Then now I can relax. Flopping on top of her bed, she scrolled through her phone for something to do.

  Wait... I don't remember downloading that app...