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I HELPED YOU
exo; CHANYEOL
"TECHNOLOGY CONSUMES THE EARTH. It inhabits all social life and contorts it into a small ball of social anxieties. Through a screen people can communicate without the actual need to be face to face, yet that takes away the natural instinct of human. Man needs man, not just the side of them they are willing to show through a public network."
The words read flowed throughout the room. Diction of said sentences as clear as a glass of water. The stillness after the reading kept the room extremely quiet. Not many occupied the space, just one person. With a tight hold on the newspaper, the reader kept to themselves. It seemed the paper struck her mind.
(Y/N) never understood much about technology. She, of course knew the basics: how to call the police, how to dial numbers, but the advanced stuff was just too complicated. If she didn't need it for emergencies, she just didn't need it.
However, unlike (Y/N), her brother was quite different. Sehun was infatuation with electronics. From just what she knew, Sehun had over thousands of dollars worth of technology. Personally, she couldn't understand the adoration towards that, but Sehun was his own person and he was fond of said things so she let him be.
Nevertheless, there was something that she didn't like. Sehun was always locked up in his room, typing away on phones or computers. That in itself wasn't a problem —better safe in the house than out on the streets— yet there was something that made a shiver crawl up her spine.
Sehun constantly communicated with an online 'friend'.
Nothing about making friends online appealed to her. (Y/N) was fully aware that social media was to communicate throughout various locations but she just didn't get why.
Why couldn't people just make acquaintances in real life? Who would chose to befriend someone who lives half way across the world. What were people going to even talk about —the weather? In better words, why go through all the hassle when a person can just walk across the street and greet their neighbors.
(Y/N)'s ideology never matched up with her families since all of them loved a technology driven household. Ultimately, she never denied or opposed to the idea of the family having said devices, but she loathed how Sehun used them.
There was a boy named Chanyeol and he and Sehun were close friends. All throughout the day, Sehun would carry a screen around and video chat with Chanyeol.
At the dinner table: Chanyeol.
When brushing their teeth: Chanyeol.
In the long car rides: Chanyeol.
Everywhere Sehun went, he had to video call his friend. And let's just say, (Y/N) despised Chanyeol.
When she passed by the device her brother was using, she noticed how Chanyeol would stop talking (That was rare since he could never stop running his mouth with Sehun). At times where (Y/N) decided to be near Sehun and read a book, she felt eyes on her—Chanyeol's eyes. Worst of all was when she overheard that boy bombard her brother with questions about her life.
"What does she like to eat other than pancakes for breakfast?"
"Did she go out yesterday?"
"She doesn't know how to hack, right?"
"Can you tell me what perfume she uses? I-I have to buy my cousin one."
"Does (Y/N) ever talk about me?"
Creepy shit left his mouth and that wasn't even the worst situation that had happened. There was one event engraved into her mind that worsened the hidden hatred for Chanyeol.
IT WAS A SUNNY DAY OUT. The rays of heat beamed onto her skin, tanning her face. A smile was kept between her lips while she closed her eyes and faced the sky. To be outside, sitting on a chair with a ice cold lemonade in hand had to be the most relaxed she had ever felt. This was the life she strived for, especially without technology in her face.
Luckily, all her family was out at an arcade. For (Y/N) it seemed as if they(her family) had wasted a perfectly nice day to be smashing their fingers into game controllers.
Unfortunately, by the time (Y/N) rid her thoughts of family and took a hold of her straw, nothing came out. She sadly ran out of her sweet drink. Begrudgingly getting up, she went inside to refill the glass.
Midway through pouring, a beep rang throughout the kitchen. With a quick look around, she had noticed it was the laptop set on the counter. Flicking it open, she were annoyed that an incoming call from a certain boy was covering the screen.
(Y/N) shut the device. It wasn't her laptop and she had no business answering calls. Besides, she didn't want to talk to that kid. Less then ten seconds after, the beeping started again. Angry, she accepted the call.
THAT'S WHEN EVERYTHING WENT TO SHIT.
The pale face of the boy came to cover the whole screen.
His brown eyes widened at the view that was placed in front of him.
(Y/N) slowly rolled her eyes.
In a silent atmosphere there was a boy with blushing cheeks and (Y/N) with an unwavering lip.
"Hey!" Spoke the boy, his hand waving at her. A smile crawled its way onto his rosy lips. His eyes sparkled, creasing at the ends due to the grin he held. (Y/N) wasn't lively, not even a sliver of what he was. Her attention wasn't so much as focused on the boy but at the window before her. She had missed the warmth of the sun.
(Y/N) was somewhere between being pissed beyond belief that a simple boy —someone she didn't give a fuck about— ruined her time of relaxation, and or frustrated that she dared be stupid enough to answer said caller.
"Look at me please!" the male squeaked out.
Confused at what just left his mouth, (Y/N) shifted her view to the laptop.
There.
Right there.
Right there before their eyes.
A picture. A couple. Dozens. Hundreds.
Plenty of pictures of herself were plastered on a wall. Moments in times which only she could remember, were photos stuck to his room.
At that, she knew she was right for avoiding technology.
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