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"Haiiii~!"

"H-Hi, G!"

Yoosung scratched his cheek and stared at the screen. G's character was running around his. She sure was in a good mood today.

"You seem cheerful today." Yoosung noted, looking for a new dungeon to play.

ShootingStar invited GirlOnline to their team.

Team formed.

"Yup~! Guess what?" Yoosung made a sound of satisfaction as he found a new dungeon for them to play.

"What?" He asked distractedly, waiting for the dungeon to load. That new weapon was all that occupied his mind. The glinting green blade, the sparkling sapphires dotting the edge, the leather grip that looked a lot like a-

"I met my idol yesterday!"

"Which one? Kubo-sensei?"

"Ahh, no~ it was Zen!"

Yoosung froze. Zen?

"You mean, the actor?" He asked.

Zen. G most likely met her when he went out the other day. Which only meant...

"Yes~ he was so cute, I even got a selfie!"

"Does that mean you live in Korea?" He finally asked, excitement building up inside of him. Would he finally put a face to GirlOnline?

"Yes, why?"

...

"Would you like to meet up?" Yoosung asked timidly.

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...

...

oh my god he screwed up she thought he was a creep he screwed up his friendship and everything will come crashing down like that one time with rika-

"Okay, sure." G sounded hesitant at first. "Can we meet up somewhere with a lot of people? And we have to meet in the daytime."

Yoosung let out a breath of relief. He was so sure that he had creeped her out and ruined everything.

"O-okay, that's fine. I'll allow you to choose the place." He smiled broadly at the thought of finally meeting G. He could only hope that she wasn't a serial killer.

"I'm so excited to meet you! For now, though, let's start!" G replied cheerfully, the dungeon fully loading. Yoosung nodded, determined.

"Alright, charge!"

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"Zennnnnnnnn." Yoosung's head was buried into his suitcase, muffled sobs being heard.

"What is it?" Zen looked up from his phone. He had on a huge smile, the kind of smile he sported only while talking to MC.

"I don't have anything to wear."

"Sure you do!" Zen walked over and kneeled beside him. He pulled Yoosung's face out of the way and started to shift through the suitcase.

"This tacky sweater... off-brand jeans... LOLOL shirt... wha- is that a shirt with weed on the pattern? Is this what people call 'high' fashion?"

"THEY'RE BAMBOO LEAVES!" Yoosung exploded.

Zen rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say." He continued to rummage through the suitcase. "Damn, you really don't have anything to wear." He pulled out a crumpled tee with stars on the front. "Ick."

"I'm sorry, mister moneybags!" Yoosung scowled. He thought for a moment before adding, "Jumin's style is way better than yours. If I asked him, he'd put together an outfit that'll-"

"I'LL LEND YOU SOME OF MY CLOTHES!" Zen yelled, interrupting his rant. Yoosung hid a smile- Zen was too easy.

-

In a couple of minutes(thirty-seven minutes and eight seconds. nine... ten...), Yoosung Kim went from 'College Geek to College Chic'. (Zen's words.)

He was now sporting a long, beige coat to protect him from the weather, a black scarf, pressed pants that had to be slightly rolled up, and designer shoes.

Zen had style. Although the style felt weird on him, Yoosung liked that he looked nice for G.

...

These pants are so tight, I can't feel my legs.

"Thank you, Zen! You're way better than Jumin, I see that now." Yoosung pretended to sound amazed as he skipped down the steps. G had arranged for them to meet up at a coffee shop not too far away- the one that was too expensive.

"I'm glad you finally see the light, my dear Yoosung~" Zen let out a breath of relief. "Jumin Han would have made you wear a tacky tuxedo, ugh. Stupid trust fund jerk."

"Yes, yes." Yoosung's mind was not on Zen's angry rambling on about how MistahTrustFundKid! was horrible, but on the price of the pastries at the café G suggested. He was a broke student, not a rich businessman.

He couldn't just arrive and eat nothing. That would be rude. And a little creepy, if he was just going to watch G eat. What was he supposed to do?

Ah, fuck it. Good bye, savings. Good bye, $90 LOLOL VIP lifetime membership.

"Hello, young man!" As Yoosung passed the vendor for fish-shaped biscuits, the man at the stall said a hello.

"A-ah, hi." Yoosung stopped to wave, but realised what he was looking at. Fish-shaped buns were cheap and delicious. And a ticket to keeping a heavier wallet. Yoosung quickly retraced his steps.

"I'll take five."

-

Yoosung looked around the crowded café, the warm bag of buns dangling from his hand. Where was G? Was she standing him up?

He felt an elbow in his back. "Ow!" His small form fell onto the floor. "Ow..."

"Y-Yoosung?" A familiar voice asked.

"(N-name)!" He almost gasped as the (last name) herself held out a hand. Oh my god, this was embarrasing. Kill me.

He awkwardly took her hand. (Name) laughed and helped him up. "Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine." He scratched the back of his neck slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm waiting for a... a friend." (Name) responded. Yoosung noticed her blushing and felt his mood dampen a little; maybe she had a boyfriend?

Ah, it doesn't matter! Stupid little Yoosung, you're here for G. Control your emotions, you hormonal baby.

"M-me too." He responded slightly. "She hasn't shown up yet..."

"We can wait together!" (Name) suggested. "Of course, you don't have too..." she hesitated.

"N-no! It's okay!" Yoosung nodded frantically. "There's a seat over here..."

The two took a seat at a four-seater and immidiately took out their phones to avoid an awkward conversation.

...

DUNN DUNNNNNN DUNNNNN. BWAAAAAA. DUNNA DUN DUN DUN DAA-

(Name) blushed furiously, immidiately lowering the volume on her phone. Yoosung gawked at her; not because of the music, but because he recognized that sound.

The LOLOL start music...?

Waaaaaait a second.

"(N-name)... you play LOLOL?"

(Name)'s eyes lit up. "Yes, I do! I'm on the Shooting Star server."

Oh my God.

"S-So am I."

(Name) blinked. Suddenly, a dark blush spread across her face. "ShootingStar...?"

Of course, (name), you dense idiot!

"GirlOnline." A surge of confidence made him smile brightly and hold out a fish-shaped bun. "Nice to finally meet you."