repost from @cello-writes you slapped your alarm clock, groaning as you reached blindly for your phone. you felt the cool metal against your hand and you picked up the ringing call. "who'sit-" you mumbled sleepily. "y/nnnieeeee~~" your best friend, lyssa, chirps. you mumble something incoherent. "did you see the live interview?" "huh?" you blink sleepily, sitting up in bed and running your hands through your hair. "the 11am one?" "yeah, yeah, that one!!" lyssa sounded excited. "no. why? i'm gonna watch it now." you pad down the hallway to your kitchen, rubbing your bleary eyes as you search around for your laptop. you spot the infernal thing on the top of the kitchen bench top and you open it, grumbling as it's dead. "y/nnieee~ watch ittt~" lyssa whines down the phone. "i'm trying." you groan. "you sound like you're younger than me. and more annoying." lyssa huffs. "but it's about soobinnnn~" you perk up. "SOOBIN?" you chirp. lyssa muffles a laugh. "yes, soobin." you will the laptop to charge faster, tapping at the screen impatiently. "what's taking you so long to watch it anyways?" lyssa asks. "my laptop's dead." "you have like, an ipad or a tv right?" you can almost see lyssa rolling her eyes. "oh." you look around. she's right. you turn on your tv, phone on speaker as you twist the tv remote between your fingers, waiting for your youtube to load. "skip to like- 25 minutes." lyssa says. you skip forward, leaning forward in your seat to read the tiny writing on the slip of paper, mouth opening in a moue of surprise. "i'm getting that app." you mumble, searching it on the app store. "y-y/n, what? you know thats a sp33.d d@t1ng app?" lyssa asks as you download it. "yeah. i know." you say, focused on your screen. "this is ridiculous." lyssa groans. you screenshot your screen to her and her answering screech over the phone makes you wince. "Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N" lyssa shrieks. y/n: your name || y/m/n: your middle name || y/l/n: your last name
