#cutesyyyy

each time that agatha remembers that jung eunwoo is so offline and doesn't use any form of sns, a part of her soul withers.

in this day and age, the boom and domination of social media across generations is continually studied, most especially in her public relations class where they're required to stay on top of trends. there's hardly any day that passes by that agatha isn't on her phone to monitor several social media pages that she manage.

she sits in the b612 common room, her laptop open to the university's landing page—forgotten, her mind a buzz on scrolling through her instagram and tiktok. to others it may seem like she's doom-scrolling or being unproductive, but her mind tracks the data that she sees. the number of engagement in comparison to the views, the ratio of positive to negative comments, the song that was used and if it's trending.

it is all in a day's work for someone who works the field but could be crazy for the uninitiated.

she turns to eunwoo then, who was sitting beside her. agatha is showing her a photo of the two of them all in her drafts because she didn't want to post them without permission or tagging her.

"what do you think of this one? don't we look cute?" she retracts the phone back to look at it herself, zooming in and out of certain spots. "i think we look cute. see, if you had sns, i could tag you and we could create a digital scrapbook."