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SONG   OF  THE   DAY   :
lucky strike - troye sivan

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chia had completely sobered up after finishing a poorly edited sci-fi movie that she only forced herself to go past through because of that one hot female character.

it was pitch dark while she was in her room as she readied herself for a not-so-good night's sleep, frigidity surrounding her. the moment she opened her phone for the first time that night, she was greeted with three new message notifications from a new contact with a rather formal way of typing.

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Yesterday 8:56 PM

< Hi. 😊
< Do you have my contact saved?
< It's Youngho from the rooftop.

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there and then, memories of the previous rooftop encounter came raining down. even the fact that they set mundane terms and conditions and argued over money. everything remained clear.

( flashbacks : 6:30pm . . . or so )

chia wondered whether the beer she had an hour ago caused her ears to deceive her (note : it did not).

she could tell that it did not when youngho crushed the pack with a few more cigarettes inside after his remark before her eyes. her jaw dropped at the painful sight.

she exclaimed, "are you out of your mind? that was such a waste of money! you could've at least finished it before . . . whatever that was."

"better lungs."

"as if not smoking six cigarettes would make any difference."

"it would since i'm not a heavy smoker and all."

she sneered after noticing how emphasized on the last two words as if he was trying to rub it in her face, turning away. "good for you."

"wanna make a bet on quitting?" he then asked. "you know, since you said you've always given . maybe you need a motivator to not stop. i'll help you."

she couldn't back down right away without knowing the offered price, knowing she finds enjoyment within petty competitions.

"how much?"

"120,000 won?"

"no thanks."

"lower?" he hummed while thinking of another price. "100,000 won?"

"10k."

"no, 75,000."

"50k."

"65,000."

"deal."

forgetting he wasn't particularly a close friend, she mindlessly stuck her hand out, attempting to retract it quickly. to her dismay and his appalment, he gladly shook it before it could drop back, his warm hand lightly squeezing hers.

"we should stay in contact more often."

( end of flashbacks )

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Today 12:09 AM

bestie r u awake >
ofc u r >
help me >

[ hi : it's imessage with an android emoji yes please disregard love u 💓 ]

wot do i do >

< O FINLLY U G0T THE DIGITS
< but
< u only saved him as his governmwnt name ?
< thats so dry

do u hve a better idea >

< yes
< christmas ditcher
< potential sugar daddy
< *potential sugar son
< cigarette snatcher
< hot american
< "my greencard holder🤑"
< guy taylor swift wrote style for
< Tall
< younghottie
< SADHDJSH
< im so smart

thats not d focus tf >
 how do i reply >
he txts lik my old asshole therapist >

< dont act like u dont know how to talk to a man
< werent u like a bumble addict
< u used to have diff hookups every week
< and that was so worryng bc u used to send me pics of ur matches nd theyall looked muzty
< so i forcd u to take an std test w me n sicheng
< SHAKAKAKAK THE LOOK ON YR FACE THAT TIME
< priceless moment
< i still bave ur one stoken shot

i uninstalled bumble a yr ago >
and we all came out as neg s0 y r u still brining that up :/ >

< stil
< use ur experience <3

r u srsly not halping me >

< im here for moral support only
< love u bestie u can do dis 😘👍

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worn out, she set her phone on her nightstand with her playlist on shuffle to think to herself, eventually forgetting to reply to both youngho and jace. nothing new; she often leaves people on seen and replies to them days later.

she lied back down on her back, rolling her eyes when a spotify ad came up and ruined the melancholic background music mood to her nightly daydreaming just after two songs. nevertheless, her chain of thoughts which contained memory fragments of the earlier scene remained continuous.

what am i getting myself into? jesus, she internally said, clicking her tongue a few times as she turned to her side once more.

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