IN A WOO MOOD

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THE BRIGHT LIGHT ILLUMINATES HER FACE AS HER EXHAUSTED EYES BORE HOLES INTO HER GLOWY SCREEN. THE ENDLESS SCROLLING HAS GONE ON FOR COUNTLESS NIGHTS, THIS ONE IS NO EXCEPTION. THE SOCIAL MEDIA APP IS SO COMPELLING THAT SHE CAN'T STOP, POST AFTER POST AND LIKE AFTER LIKE.

It has already reached about four a.m. It is past her usual time of staying up with the dark, starry skies. Rubbing her eyes, she sighs as she scrolls through her explore page double-tapping everything that grabs her fading attention.

Memes, cute girls, and K-pop posts are on repeat until she stumbles upon a boy.

Y/n blinks twice as she swipes through the post, he is quite cute. He seems to be out in a dimly lit restaurant with his friends. The goofy, straight-lip smile and the dark tattoo on his neck that was partially covered by his black hoodie. Tapping her finger twice on the screen she debates whether exploring his page was a good idea.

Fuck it.

She taps on his profile picture letting her phone load and lead her to her destination.

Time flies by as she becomes more infatuated with this mystery man of hers. She loses count of how many double taps she has given him. She even wrote a comment, a simple two hearts is all she put.

Then her mind begins to wonder what happens when he possibly wakes up to all these notifications.

Will he think that she is a stalker?

Will he block her?

Finally realizing what she has just done, she lay her phone down and rolls around in her f/c duvet cursing at herself. She decides it is time to let her baggy eyes close and rest from the lit screen.

Setting her addictive substance on the nightstand beside her she wraps herself in her fluffy comfort and begins to let sleep take control.

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Is working on beats and composing lyrics at this time of night healthy for Won Jae?

No.

However, this is one of the only good times when his creativity flows and allows him to create the music he wants. This particular song is a collaboration with his friend Harry.

But while his brain fumbles around to try and find the right words and rhymes for the song, he keeps hearing loud pings coming from his phone. It is interrupting his train of thought.

Maybe if he just leaves it alone and tries to focus it would go away.

Wrong.

As his phone rings loudly once again, he huffs and reaches for the device responsible for all of the noise. He clicks the side button for the screen to fade on and shows him that his Instagram has a lot of notifications from one user.

He opens up the app and taps on the heart to view his notifications. The user has liked a lot of his posts.

Which may be boosting his pride a bit.

He also sees that they left a comment under one of his posts. It is a recent one when he went out with Jay and the rest of the crew.

He has turned curious as to who @iiihearty/nnn is and decides to find out. He immediately goes to her most recent post. His eyes go wide as his cheeks fade to light pink, she is gorgeous.

Everything from her beautiful hair and e/c eyes down to her s/c body and that captivating laugh he has heard through one of her videos.

Eventually, he sets his phone down and pulls his jet-black beanie back over his forehead, and contemplates contacting the pretty girl.

It's not likely that she'll reject him seeing as she is the start of his lack of focus on his music. But he is feeling that same old feeling bubble up in his chest, anxiety. He breathes slowly trying to reduce the agonizing feeling.

Knowing he will probably beat himself over missing the chance to speak to her and his friends will probably clown him as well. He decides to message her.

Clicking the message button on her page, he waits on it to load as he decides what to say to her. What can he possibly say to make her want to keep talking to him? Or to not sound creepy?

The corners of his chapstick-covered lips lift as he types the message and clicks send awaiting her response.

"Hey lol"