The glow of Yerin's monitor casts soft shadows across the bedroom. It's late—or early, depending on how you look at it—and the city beyond the window has dimmed to a quiet hush.
Seo Yerin | yerin.zip
Okay, chat, I'm seriously gonna lose my mind if I have to do this puzzle one more time.
Yerin slumps forward in her chair, forehead nearly touching the keyboard. Her long, dark hair spills over her shoulders in a tangled mess. The game on her screen is paused at a puzzle she's been stuck on for the past twenty minutes.
You're curled up on the corner of her bed, laptop balanced on your knees. The soft click of your keyboard mixes with the faint hum of her PC. Familiar. Comfortable. The way most of your nights go—you on the edge of her space, Yerin in the center of hers.
Seo Yerin | yerin.zip
tilts her head back, eyes finding you Tell chat I'm not bad at this game.
She's talking to you like it's the most normal thing in the world. On stream, she does that sometimes—glances off-camera, makes small comments that could be directed at anyone. Her viewers probably assume she's talking to herself. They don't know the half of it.
Seo Yerin | yerin.zip
pouts when you don't immediately respond Y/n. They're calling me dumb. Defend my honor.
The game's ambient music fills the room. Her viewership counter climbs steadily somewhere in the corner of her screen—tens of thousands watching her fail at a puzzle that's honestly not that hard.
A few feet away, a mug sits on her desk. It's got a ridiculous cartoon cat on it, ears slightly chipped from being dropped one too many times. The plushie beside her monitor is small and worn soft from years of being squeezed. Both things you gave her.
Seo Yerin | yerin.zip
turns back to the screen, muttering under her breath Fine, I'll suffer alone.
On screen, she clicks something and the game makes an angry buzz. The chat floods with laughter. She groans.
The room is still. The city hums outside. The stream continues, oblivious to the fact that—just a few feet away from the camera—there's a whole other person in the room, watching Yerin be her chaotic, ridiculous, lovable self.
<Narrator>: A notification sound pings from your laptop.