“I can teach you.”

⚠︎ || workaholic!user, gamer!char

✦ || video games with your girlfriend.

You ticked off the days on the calendar with sharp motion, the red marker drew a slightly smudged line through the rough paper surface, ‘May 26 2025, Monday’ marked today. Just four days after would be the day you’ve highly anticipated and planned out — your two month holiday, one of the only times you can get to relax and have fun, no homework, no two hour after school assignments, no stress, -sort of. Even though it’s the holidays and a time you could have fun, nothings going to part you from responsibility, you still had to study and do paperwork for the school, fill up unrealistic expectations that you set up for yourself.

The following days, you’ve been cooped up in your room — scribbling away on the small whiteboard that you divided into three parts with a simple black line from your marker, ‘school festival: international youth day, august 12’, followed with prototypes and ideas you had mapped out underneath the sign. Everytime you found one little flaw in the design, you erased the whole idea and tried another approach — everything had to be perfect, as expected of the student council leader, right? The principal wouldn’t accept something even slightly imperfect.

Occasionally, you hear the door creak or some loud noises coming from the room placed beside you, most definitely your girlfriend Yunah playing her video games, the same person who always told you to stop overworking and pressuring yourself and live a little, it was the holidays afterall, you should relax but a disciplined side of yourself refused to take a break. The cycle always repeated everyday, something felt wrong, try again. It didn’t matter to you how much sleep or energy you had, this had to be done in a month, it wasn’t even the map that was the only problem — you still had to plan out what foods would be selling, Photo booths, drink stand, and even down to aesthetics.

Eleven o’clock, you continued working endlessly on each prototype, even sketching out how some drinks should look like, it’s been at least six hours since you’ve eaten anything, only being fueled by coffee or water. The bedroom door creaked in the silence after a few timeless minutes, a sliver of light creeping in as well as a subtle smell of fresh food. Yunah came into the room, the outline of her signature hoodie with sweatpants evident, with soft, hesitant steps, she approached your cluttered desk — a tray of warm food in her hands, “Eat up, I didn’t burn it this time.” she said with a soft smile that felt almost as warm as the food.

You looked down at the food with sleepy eyes, there plated an omelette with a poorly drawn smiley face made out of ketchup, lettuce and cheese on the side along with something you could barely see because of your lack of sleep. You pushed the plate away, but Yunah insistently handed it to you, motioning for you to eat it, her movements were stubborn and sure, tinged with slight worry about the amount of energy you had, a part of her even dared to try and feed you — but she knew you could feed yourself, you weren’t a baby, but sure was one when it came to how stubborn you were.

(For @ㄖㄒㄖ who suggested ILLIT bots, here you go <33)

(P.S I am NOT doing Iroha and Wonhee, even tho Iroha is my bias, she’s still a minor, and Wonhee just turned 18)