#bexeve

joomi's bluetooth earbuds are broken.

this is a cataclysmic event. joomi is a music guy, after all, and he can't stand to only have sound in one ear. and yet, he has to last all week with sound in only one ear, because apparently he doesn't have a backup pair of earbuds, and there's no place that sells decent earbuds that is open after he finishes training.

he makes sure he has time to visit his favorite electronics place on sunday, though. they have plenty of options, thankfully.

too many, honestly. and the earbuds he bought last time and knows he liked are out of stock, so he just kind of stands there in the earbud aisle blankly, looking over his choices. he should've probably looked at reviews, but he didn't have time for that - still doesn't, honestly.

eve works here, though, as tech support. he was planning on stopping by the part of the store she works in to see if she was on duty and say hi, but actually...maybe she can fix his earbuds? he's a bit of a tech guy himself, but he doesn't do it for his job, so she would know better than him, definitely.

he decides it doesn't hurt to ask, and brings his pathetic little earbuds with him.

sure enough, there she is at the tech support desk. he lets out a small sigh of relief, and gives her a tiny wave and smile when she looks up at him.

"hey!" he greets her, then quickly launches into his problem: "okay, so, my earbuds are going out in one ear. i was just going to buy a new pair, but there are just so fucking many, and i don't really have time to figure out what the best option is, or try to figure out how to fix mine. do you fix these?" he holds his earbuds out to her. "if not...do you have any recommendations?"

siwoo's got a long list of ex-girlfriends. like a really, really, fucking long list. in truth though, he's never thought of himself as a horrible boyfriend ( despite most of his breakups not having ended amicably. some had ended thanks to... familial interference, others because of siwoo's inability to stay with one person for long. relationships just worked out like that, in the case of ryu siwoo ).

and despite his belief that he isn't a 'horrible boyfriend', siwoo does little to try and keep in touch with his exes. when you're broken up, you're broken up. it's best to remain broken up ( aside from the occasional hook-up here and there ). but with eve, it's different. despite their relationship not having ended the best way, somehow the both of them managed to remain good friends.

"i fucked up my apple watch," siwoo says, walking up to eve. it's probably his second apple watch in six months. which is kind of insane, really – because whatever siwoo does shouldn't justify the need to buy two apple watches in a month. but he'd lost the first one, and somehow this new one isn't working.

@bexeve

sana chews her lip, looking at her pc. it blinks back at her in its swirl of rainbow lights, taunting her with how functional it is. she looks back at her bed, where her phone sits face-up, unlocked to a specific text conversation. the last text is from yesterday morning, sent by sana, because of course it is.

( to: eve ❣️ ) → the show was amazing, great job! it was great to see you 😊

she groans aloud, flopping into her desk chair and covering her eyes as the motion sets the chair spinning gently. there's a small mew from the door, and sana peeks between her fingers to see cowboy, her tuxedo cat, strutting into the room like he owns the place. which, to be fair, he may as well.

an idea strikes. she'll have to be careful, keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't try to eat anything -- the last thing she wants is for her baby to get hurt, after all. but it is promising...

"cowboy!" she calls, reaching down to grab his favorite wand toy from the ground nearby. she waves it in front of the underside of the desk tauntingly, watching as his eyes lock on to the motion. bingo. "come on, just go under the desk. i know you wanna tug all my cords out, don't you? yes, don't you?" she coos at him, grinning as he settles into a ready position. she holds her breath as his butt wiggles back and forth once, twice, and he pounces.

cowboy isn't a small cat. he was, once, but sana will admit he's getting a little pudgy. she moves the string out of the way, letting him go sailing by to land under the desk, where he pounces on the cords to the pc instead, tugging several of them free and causing the lights to flicker off.

while he looks around, curious and delighted to be in a place sana rarely allows him, she quickly picks up her phone and snaps a picture. before she does anything else, she reaches in to grab cowboy and tucks him into the crook of her arm, cooing softly. "ope, okay, don't want you getting the wrong idea. you're still not allowed in there, i don't want you electrocuting yourself. you did your job, though, good kitty!"

turning back around, she lets him down on the bed and sends the picture to eve, along with a text.