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It’s fine, really.
Rumi must have said those three little words to Mira about a dozen times while they were on their way to the studio.
Of course Mira had fought her tooth and nail the entire time driving there. And then once they had arrived at the studio, she had begrudgingly accepted the fact that Rumi would be staying with her. Rumi hadn’t missed the small smile that had tugged at the corners of Mira’s mouth once they kissed each other goodbye so that Mira could go and get her make-up done.
She doesn’t regret her decision to spend her day off--an absolute rarity for her--, to be close to Mira. Even if that does mean that she is currently seated in a leather chair so deep she has to kick her legs back and forth to gain enough momentum to get up out of it. And yes, there isn’t really anything exciting going on, other than Mira being her usual breathtaking self, being praised by the photographer and getting fawned over by the on-site assistants.
Rumi has already finished thumbing through the magazines on the coffee table in front of her. She tried texting Bobby, hoping to keep their meme exchange streak going. But unfortunately after a few back-and-forths, he had to excuse himself to take care of business so that Rumi doesn’t have to.
So now she’s sitting in an oversized chair that makes her feel like a tiny girl again, watching her drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend being photographed. She’s just been handed the perfect cappuccino and there are promises of a lunch fit for a god.
There are worse ways to spend her days.
But she’s still starting to get bored.
Some good ol’ doom-scrolling, that’ll do it.
Rumi sinks back a little deeper into the chair, getting comfortable for what will probably turn into a full-blown social media deep-dive session. It’s her day off. She’s allowed to spiral.
Tweets from fellow celebrities. Another engagement announcement that is probably going to be nullified before the end of the month. Paparazzi shots of someone leaving someone else’s car while covered in lipstick. Oh hey, a picture of Mira and her leaving the skyscraper they reside in this morning. Kinda creepy.
She scrolls on and on before getting tired of her own time-line. There’s too much of the same content these days.
Rumi decides to indulge herself a little more, going to check the most recent tags and quote retweets she has received.
She likes checking in on her fans. Looking up her own name or hastags related to herself is one of Rumi's guilty pleasures. Sure, sometimes she comes across things she'd rather not, like extremely unhinged thirsty individuals or just pure hatred towards her for no real reason. Fortunately those things are rare and it's mostly fans gushing over her.
There is a cute edit of her dancing in the rain on stage. She retweets it. Some fanart that is really well done. A few bot-accounts quote retweeting her latest selfie with links to adult websites.
A notification catches her eye. She automatically thumbs it, reading the text. It’s a tweet made not even three seconds ago;
laruru 🐯🌺 @laruuuruuu
@ryurumiofficialxx PLEASEEEE please please if you are ever bored this streamer i love is obsessed w u and mira and her streams are either her crying over a game or over you two link
Huh. Interesting.
Rumi is aware of her being popular, it’s hard to miss. She isn’t one to brag but she is kind of a big deal these days. Ever since she started publishing music at the young age of seventeen, she’s been gaining more and more notoriety. Her fan-base is diverse and she is aware of the fact that there are more than few popular figures in the fandom. A popular content creator being into her--and Mira--, doesn’t come as much of a surprise.
She doesn’t really ever engage much with streaming or content akin to it. She’s usually far too busy with her own projects and obligations to even consider sitting down and watching someone play games or do something like that.
No time like the present, Rumi thinks. If it ends up being boring or someone getting a little bit too excited about her, she can just stop watching the stream.
She reaches inside her bag for her AirPods case and pops it open, putting the buds into her ears.
With a click on the link provided by the creator of the tweet, Rumi is directed towards a streaming platform. A stream is launched for her to watch.
“--counter-picked me. I hate this game!”
Rumi’s ears are immediately met with a feminine voice. The audio loads a second before the video does.
The streamer is rambling on and on about something that is happening in the game.
Rumi isn’t really interested in the game-play. She is far more intrigued by the person streaming the game.
keyboardsmasherzoey , reads the channel’s name.
Zoey, Rumi assumes that’s what her name is anyway, is chatting with her viewers all while managing to have a character on screen run around and eliminate enemies by jumping from a bush onto them.
Rumi doesn’t know much about games and she didn’t click the stream just to watch some game-play. She’s far more interested in knowing just who exactly this streamer is. Rumi glances at the lower right corner where there is a window that displays Zoey in real time.
She has a cute face with slightly chubby cheeks that are absolutely covered with tiny freckles. Dark brown hair pulled up into two space-buns although those are currently fighting for their lives against her headset. Zoey readjusts her bangs and Rumi notices the slit in her right eyebrow.
Lots of things suddenly happen all at once.
Zoey gasps and goes quiet, hunching over. On the screen her character dives into a group of other characters while a dragon spews fire at them. Zoey is softly grunting, her tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth. It’s rather cute.
Although Zoey’s character seemingly dies, the screen going into greyscale, it seems whatever she was trying to achieve happened.
Zoey victoriously smiles and Rumi notices how she has a dimple in her left cheek while none in her right.
“And that’s how it’s done, done, done!” Zoey exclaims, fistpumping.
Rumi watches as Zoey sips from her Monster Energy, eyes flicking to her second monitor to look at her chat. A notification dings and a text-to-speech bot starts.
fiddlemystick donated €8,00!
are you playing on euw again anytime soon?? we miss you!!
Zoey scowls. “Hard pass. Last time I played on EUW I actually cried. Literally! If you guys don’t believe me just Google it. I went viral for it on twitter. At least I’m a cute crier.”
Rumi immediately believes that claim. Zoey is probably cute doing anything at all. Even though she is currently raging at her screen, growling about something Rumi has no idea how to even comprehend, she is still a sight to behold.
Then Zoey clicks her tongue as something in-game pisses her off, having her groaning and rolling her eyes.
She gets caught up in watching Zoey. Rumi still doesn’t have a single clue as to what is going on or what Zoey is playing or what she is trying to achieve, but she’s cute and entertaining and keeps making stupid jokes.
Someone is walking over to her own personal little corner of leather and Zoey’s screeching but Rumi doesn’t notice.
“Hi babe,” comes Mira’s voice. The tall woman now right in front of Rumi.
“Hey baby,” Rumi returns. She quickly puts her phone down and looks at Mira.
Mira leans in to peck Rumi on the crown of her head, smiling down at her girlfriend. Her smile turns apologetic when she catches the time on a nearby digital clock from the corner of her eye. “I’m sorry that you’ve been hanging around here for basically the whole day now, and I’m still not done.”
Rumi tilts her head back to press her lips against Mira’s. She smiles as she breaks away again, lovingly reaching out to tuck a loose strand of pink hair behind Mira’s ear. “It’s okay. I told you I wanted to be here today. I’ve been doing fine, just watching some content and exchanged memes with Bobby. He had some really funny ones, I’ll forward them to you later.”
“If you’re sure,” Mira replies, giving Rumi an out. It’s not evening yet, there’s still time for the singer to ditch her model girlfriend and actually do something with her day off.
“I am sure.” Rumi says, kissing Mira again to reiterate her words. “You’re looking absolutely amazing out there, baby. Do you get to keep those Calvin Klein samples?”
Rumi grins at Mira as she tugs at the waistband of Mira’s underwear. The bone-white elastic band snaps back against Mira’s perfectly sculpted hipbones. Her other hand finds Mira’s waist, her thumb stroking just beneath her ribs. “You look really good in their sports-line.”
“I don’t know if I’m allowed to, but I’m keeping them now,” comes Mira’s smug reply. She leans into Rumi’s touch, softly sighing as Rumi rubs tiny circles on her skin. “Rums, baby. I need to drink some water and then get back to work.”
“Horror, tragedy,” Rumi says with a pout. Then she takes her hands off of Mira, already missing the softness of her skin and the tautness of her muscles. “Okay then, super-model, go hydrate. I’m staying here, watching stuff on my phone and sneaking glances at you.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Mira grins. She kisses Rumi one more time before sauntering over to the refreshments table, chatting to another model while there.
Rumi watches her for a few more moments before she returns her attention to the phone in her lap.
Zoey’s stream has been running the whole time. The match she’s in has progressed to what Rumi thinks is close to the end.
Popping her AirPods back in has Rumi flinching, Zoey’s agitated growls assaulting her eardrums. She instinctively takes out a single pod while lowering the volume.
“Oh my god chat, this fucking Mundo!” Zoey cries out once Rumi has readjusted. She is red in the face and hunched over her desk, rapidly clicking her mouse and tapping her keys. “I keep telling him to stop split-pushing and be our meatshield but he’s just not listening!”
None of what Zoey is saying right now makes any sense to Rumi. She squints at the screen, silently cursing herself for not bringing her laptop or iPad with her to watch on instead. There’s so much going on right now that her head is starting to spin. How Zoey can play this and get things done, is beyond Rumi.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Zoey howls, banging her fist on the table. It’s loud enough for Rumi to lower her volume by another bar. She’s so red and flustered it’s hard to make out the freckles that adorn her round cheeks. “On god, on my umma, I am going to--”
Zoey clears her throat, exhales through her nose dramatically enough for her nostrils to visibly flare. “This is fine. This is so cool. It’s okay, chat. I’m not mad. I’m not going to say anything at all to this Dr. Mundo. He’s doing his best! He’s getting us turrets and soon he’ll get us an inhibitor. He’s so awesome!”
Her voice is practically dripping with sarcasm. Rumi softly chuckles at the way Zoey is obviously holding herself back from saying vulgar things about her teammate.
She glances at the chatbox on the other side of the screen, trying to keep up with the messages that keep coming in.
zoebie123: cope harderrrr
laruru:
123johny: @BreakerBot !boardsbroken
d0ned0ned0ne: copium strong tiday
briarsfeet: zoey crashing out episode 1505
jojosbizarrefartventure: 
BreakerBot: @123johny Zoey hasn’t broken any keyboards yet in this stream! Zoey has broken a total of… 38 keyboards since January 1st!
riffraff donated $1,50!
sell all your items and switch to ap rengar instead TRUST
Without taking her eyes off of the screen of her main monitor, Zoey snorts out a “I’d sooner play Overwatch for twelve hours straight, than sell my items and go into ap Rengar. Literally, you’re ill.”
She says the words with a deadpan expression that has Rumi snorting. It amazes her how Zoey can switch from excited to angry to sarcastic to dead-serious within seconds. Rumi has tried her hand at acting a few times, mostly for her own music videos and she can’t imagine being able to switch up vibes at the drop of a hat.
Her viewers and chat love it as well, the chatbox continuing to be flooded with light-hearted jabs at Zoey and laughing emotes at how Zoey is behaving. Zoey works them like an expert, joking back when the moment is right and snapping at them when she needs to.
One of the shoot’s staff-members brings Rumi a new cappuccino and a plate with a cupcake. It’s got cute pink frosting on top, something which immediately has Rumi looking up and scanning her surroundings for Mira.
Mira is looking straight-up bored as she listens to the main director talk. She notices Rumi looking, because she has a radar for Rumi looking at her or something, and shoots her a quick wink. Rumi winks back sheepishly before returning her attention to her phone.
The stream is fairly uneventful. Zoey finishes her game and immediately goes to queue up again. While she is waiting for a new match to be found, she interacts with chat. She jokes with people about how she might start developing a bald spot on the top of her head if she keeps wearing her headset for long periods at a time like she does these days.
A message catches Zoey’s attention when she’s in a new game.
“‘Rumi is apparently watching Mira do a Calvin Klein shoot today’” Zoey reads out from chat. She sighs wishfully as her champion jumps from a patch of bush onto a half-horse-half-man character. “Dude, imagine being in the room with those two enigmas. To watch Rumi just sitting there while Mira is being photographed? I’d fucking die.”
Zoey has been blunt and pretty much straight-forward the entire time Rumi has been watching her stream. But the way she talks about Mira and her has her feeling something else. It’s not discomfort exactly. She can’t really name it.
“Okay, you guys brought this down upon yourselves by bringing up Rumira in my stream,” Zoey rattles on, quickly fistpumping when she kills the horse-man, “Easy peasy,” she mumbles before pressing the button to recall to her base, “I just fucking love Rumi and Mira, y’know? They’re so--”
Zoey takes her hands away from her keyboard and mimics explosions next to her temples. “So fucking awesome. So hot. So pretty. So talented and funny and unique and ohhh!”
123johny: SHUT THE FCK UPPPP
fiddlemystick: can we get a ban on whoever brought those 2 up
boykisser11: i cant stand this fggt
faerietal: gg pack it uppp
tredirt: here we fucking gooooo
“‘I can’t stand this…’ Okay, that’s a slur I can’t say out loud, but like, if you can’t stand me, just sit down? It’s that easy. Honestly I don’t know a lot of people who watch a stream while standing. Maybe when you’re commuting on public transport?”
thecollector: LMAOOOO
singedcausedcovid:
riffraff: 
ky4tal: GIT GUDDD
boykisser11: 
Zoey snickers at her own joke. She has her character walk down a lane and presses a few buttons, the character speeding up as it closes in on two enemy champions. She attacks but is stunned and picked off quickly while her own teammates stay back and watch.
“Wow, I just got spit-roasted by Draven and Nautilus,” Zoey says with a defeated look. Then she grins at the camera, wiggling her brows. “Imagine I got spitroasted by Rumira. Like wowie. I wouldn’t cry about my KDA ever again.”
Rumi chokes on the bite of her cupcake she’s just taken. She coughs violently, pushing her phone underneath her thigh as she desperately looks around for water. She finds an unopened bottle next to her chair and quickly undoes the cap, gulping the liquid like her life depends on it.
Zoey’s voice is still ringing inside her head, her AirPods still snugly situated inside of her ears.
“‘Would you run it down mid if R and M told you to?’ Uhmm,” Zoey snorts at the message as if it’s utterly ridiculous the person even considered asking her something so stupid. “Obviously I’d run it? I would break the world-record of most deaths in a single ranked game.”
Laruru wasn’t exaggerating when they told Rumi that Zoey really, really likes Mira and her. If anything, they undersold Zoey’s love for them.
Rumi has her fair share of fans that love her a little bit too much. Fans that have developed some kind of parasocial relationship with her, people that crash right through the boundaries she has set with the public. She’s not sure which kind of fan Zoey is. But she likes Rumi and Mira a lot, that’s for sure.
“Okay, enough thirsting like some vulgar hobo,” Zoey says. She clicks her tongue and readjusts her headset. “They’re still people! Not just objects! Yes, I love them. But I did go a little bit too far there with the things I was saying. And I am now behind on my CS. Time to lock in again, chat!”
boykisser11 donated €5,00!
im very sorry queen i wasnt aware of ur game… keep being u
“Thank you for your apology, boykisser11,” Zoey says sincerely. “I will continue being my chaotic, queer and cute self.”
With that it seems the topic of conversation has moved on from Rumi and Mira and Zoey’s love for them. Zoey goes back to complaining about the game she willingly continues to play pretty much every day.
Someone donating to Zoey reignites the conversation.
d0d0sh4rk donated $10,00!
how many gifted subs for ur number
“Wow, thirsty,” Zoey snarks as if she wasn’t thirsting over Rumi and Mira just a few minutes ago. “Sorry boo, I don’t really give out my number to fans. You can maybe catch me in my Discord server if you’re lucky. My number is reserved for Rumira.”
riffraff: not another rumira speech
123johny: here we fuckin go again
NAWALLION: HERE ITCOOOMES
boykisser11: 
girllll…
fiddlemystick: AND THE CROWD ISSS… disgusted.
OND4T4SS donated ¥800,00!
how many gifted subs for u to lock in and not talk about R n M again
“Uhm, wow, you guys really hate me, huh,” Zoey says, pouting. It tugs at Rumi’s heartstrings. “Okay. Twenty gifted for me to not talk about Rumira until the end of the stream.”
Awww yeah 🐢 OND4T4SS gifted 20 subs!
chat you are welcome
Well, it seems Zoey can put a price on her love for Rumi and Mira.
That’s probably a good thing. The way Zoey was talking about Rumi and Mira just now was… intense. Not bad, not really. She stopped herself before she made things straight-up weird. Rumi chews on the nail of her index finger, chipping the bubblegum-pink polish. She didn’t hate it, Zoey talking about Mira and her like that. Describing… things. Rumi doesn’t know how to feel about it, not hating Zoey and her words.
“Guys, look,” Zoey’s voice cuts through Rumi’s train of thoughts. She is pressing her phone up against the camera, pointing at the screen. “This is super important, we’re waiting to find another match anyway, just look.”
Zoey is showing off a picture that Rumi instantly recognizes.
It’s a picture of her on Mira’s arm at last year’s Milan Fashion Week. They’re both beaming at a camera lens at another angle, smiles bright and cheeks slightly flushed from the expensive champagne. Mira has her arm protectively draped around Rumi’s waist.
She remembers that event.
Mira had looked absolutely incredible in that dress-- she always looks incredible--, but the way the slits on the side of it had shown off her long and slender legs, the cut in the front of her dress so sinfully low it stopped just above her belly-button. And those fiery-red heels… Yeah. Rumi had had those pressed against her crotch later that night back at the hotel while Mira tugged on her tie. It had been awesome.
laruru: …
riffraff:
OND4T4SS: i want my gifteds back
“The deal was to not talk about them anymore,” Zoey smugly says. “You didn’t say anything about how I couldn’t show them. So there ya go, have a picture of Rumi and Mira. It’s actually also my phone wallpaper right now.”
Rumi snorts at the smugness etched across Zoey’s face. The young woman is clearly extremely pleased with her own cleverness.
The sound of heels clicking against linoleum has Rumi tearing her eyes away from Zoey. She closes the stream and grins at Mira, who is leaning over her in the leather chair.
“Rumi,” Mira greets.
“Hey sweetheart,” Rumi returns, smiling as she warps her arms around Mira’s neck. “All done?”
Mira stands up, gently tugging Rumi up out of her chair with her. “All done,” Mira murmurs into the crown of Rumi’s hair, pressing soft kisses. “And all yours for the rest of the evening. Let’s get out of here and head home. I’m craving carbs and cuddles.”
“Carbs and cuddles,” Rumi repeats. “That sounds pretty much perfect.”
🍏_ _ _ _ _ _🐢
Mira insists on driving them back home even though she keeps having to stifle yawns behind her hand. Rumi is all too happy being Mira’s passenger-princess, relishing the way Mira keeps reaching out for her to lay a hand atop of Rumi’s thigh or to intertwine their fingers.
Almost a decade of being together and still Mira makes Rumi’s heart flutter every single time. Every touch has her feeling giddy with excitement and every loving look--one Mira only ever gives to her-- will have Rumi melting. She’s so damn lucky to be dating Mira Kwon. How did she end up here? By stuttering constantly while talking to Mira during their first meeting? By somehow seducing the top-model into dating her by telling her about stories she used to make up when she was younger?
“Are you spiraling about how much you love me again?”
Rumi looks over at Mira, who is watching her from the corner of her eye with a small amused smile tugging at her mouth.
“Am not,” Rumi instinctively lies.
“You’re a terrible liar even after all of these years,” Mira replies. She pushes her golden-rimmed glasses a little further up the bridge of her nose. “How about instead of spiralling, you go ahead and order us some food? I’m not cooking after a day this long and no offense, I love you and the three specific dishes you can cook, but I don’t want any of those today.”
Rumi does as she is told and opens their most frequently used food delivery app. She puts in an order without asking Mira, she already knows what her significant other wants.
By the time they arrive at the skyscraper that contains their apartment, their food has been delivered. They gratefully accept it from the guard at the entrance and head up to their luxurious penthouse.
They don’t bother setting the table, instead letting themselves fall down onto the couch. Mira makes sure to give Rumi the larger portions and Rumi tries to put some food back on Mira’s plate. They bicker softly, domestic bliss.
Instead of staying up Rumi proposes they head to bed early and watch some Netflix. Mira happily agrees, exhausted from the long day.
Rumi is already in bed and comfortable wearing her PJ’s while Mira is still removing make-up and doing her nightly rituals in the bathroom. Rumi has already prepared their next episode to watch on their TV. She glances at the clock on the wall. It’s going to be at least another ten minutes before Mira is ready.
When in doubt, scroll.
She taps on the twitter icon and launches the app. The first thing she sees on her timeline is a tweet from Mira.
Mira Kwon 👑 @ikwontbelieveit
super exciting day today! got to shoot with @CalvinKlein and i think everyone will love the results! cant wait to share more :)
People in the replies and quote retweets are already going crazy, spamming emojis and GIFs of feral animals.
“Are you even allowed to tweet about this?” Rumi questions as she holds up her phone in the air, even though Mira can’t see it right now, “Like, didn’t they make you sign an NDA?”
“Uhh, no, that was Tommy Hilfiger,” comes Mira’s reply from the bathroom. “Or was that Prada? Ugh, I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out later.”
Rumi snorts, continuing scrolling down her timeline.
More drama. More paparazzi’s intruding on people’s private life’s. More edits and fanarts of Rumi that she happily likes and sometimes retweets.
And then a recommended tweet.
💤Zzzzzzoey🐢 @keyboardsmasherzoey
thank you to everyone who tuned in again today and for putting up with my rumira rants! i’m not sorry, it will happen again! stream at 13:00 PST tomorrows :)
Oh. That’s a surprise.
Or is it?
Bobby loves rambling on and on about conspiracy theories. One of his favorite theories is that phones these days have built in speakers and that everything you look up and interact with, is stored in a database only to then be used again later.
It’s not an extremely far-fetched theory. If anything, Bobby is probably right.
Rumi has clicked on the profile before she realizes what she’s doing.
💤Zzzzzzoey🐢
@keyboardsmasherzoey
25 🤸 burbank, cali, USA. League of Legends streamer on Twitch. (Rumi & Mira, if ur reading this, i am single!)
Rumi bites the inside of her cheek to not laugh at the message directed towards Mira and her. If she had come across Zoey’s twitter profile before having watched her stream, it would probably have freaked her out a little. But looking at it now, it makes perfect sense.
Zoey’s profile picture is Zoey, holding up a small turtle next to her face. She is beaming at the camera, her face nearly split in half from her grin. Her cheek is pressed against the turtle, which doesn’t look very amused.
She’s cute, Rumi thinks for what isn’t the first time that day. Rumi quickly scrolls down before she can really think about the thought she’s just had.
💤Zzzzzzoey🐢 @keyboardsmasherzoey
when ur mean to me this is who you are being mean to
Rumi lets out a soft chuckle.
There is a small snippet of tonight’s stream posted by someone which Zoey has retweeted. It shows her going ballistic over her teammates question-mark pinging her.
The tweet below is a picture of a rather grumpy looking turtle captioned: “I love you crush you’re my best buddy!”. Rumi recognizes the turtle to be the same one as in Zoey’s profile picture, clearly a much loved pet.
“Okay, I’m ready for even more cuddles and the antics of Gregory House,” Mira announces as she finally leaves the bathroom. She is putting her damp pink hair up into a loose pony-tail. “Scoot over, I want to sit where your warm ass was.”
Rumi grunts. “But then I have to warm up my new spot again!”
“You love me,” Mira says, as if that solves everything. It does.
Rumi scoots over and allows Mira to settle under the warm blankets. She grins victoriously at Rumi, who affectionately pats Mira’s cheek.
“Hope you weren’t too bored without me,” Mira says once she has made herself comfortable. “Did you begin doom-scrolling twitter again?”
“Just a little doom-scrolling won’t hurt me,” Rumi retorts. “It’s actually very healthy for you. Ask Dr. Han.”
“I’d prefer asking Dr. House. I think he’d say something very rude.”
Rumi nudges Mira’s side with her elbow. “Ugh, whatever. Let’s just watch the episode. I think there’s going to be another bitch-fight with House and Cuddy.”
🍏_ _ _ _ _🐢
“Again, miss Ryu, we are so sorry for the mix-up!”
Rumi gives the staff-member an easy-going smile. “Hey, it’s okay, Yoobin. No harm done. I’m just going to stay here and wait until it’s time, if that’s okay?”
Yoobin nods so fast her headset almost flies off. “Of course! Is there anything you need while you wait, miss Ryu? There’s a coffee machine in the room as well as a small fridge with things like water and soda.”
“I think I’ll be perfectly fine with what is already there in the room, thank you, Yoobin.”
With a final apology and bow, Yoobin rushes off, rapidly firing off orders into her headset. Rumi watches her disappear around the corner before she reenters the room she has been assigned to wait in.
Schedule mix-ups suck, that’s for sure. But the room she is currently in is anything but a prison. There is the over-the-top looking coffee-maker that Rumi isn't even going to try to operate. Next to it the minifridge, which when Rumi pulls it open, is filled entirely with several kinds of soda and more brands than Rumi even recognizes. She'll survive spending some extra time in here.
Something buzzes against her ass. Rumi pulls her phone out from her back-pocket, eyes skimming over the notification and goes to her conversation with Mira.
My Mira ❣️💘
today
My Mira ❣️💘 : i’m watching the show on the gym tv and youre not on rn?
me: They had an issue with the scheduling that wasn’t communicated to Bobby or me. So I’m just chilling in one of their waiting rooms right now.
My Mira ❣️💘 : oh thats annoying 😡
My Mira ❣️💘 : need me to spam you with silly tiktoks?
me: No, I think I’ll just watch Netflix or something, maybe write down some of those lyrics ideas I’ve been messing around with. Thank you though 😘
My Mira ❣️💘 : okay rums 💜 im gonna focus on my workout then, ttyl! love you!
me: Good luck! Don’t push yourself! Love you too!
Rumi smiles as she closes the chat with Mira.
She returns her phone to her pocket before taking it out again and plopping down on the sofa, sinking into the soft cushions. She should probably put a time-limit on her social media apps, this is starting to get out of hand.
But just a quick glance at Zoey’s account can’t hurt.
💤Zzzzzzoey🐢 @keyboardsmasherzoey
WE ARE GOING LIVE IN TEN MINUTES YALL BETTER BE THERE link
The tweet was posted half an hour ago.
Last time Rumi watched Zoey she had been extremely amused by the streamer’s antics. She is in need of some entertainment and she doesn’t really want to watch more episodes of House MD without Mira being there with her.
She downloaded the streaming app after getting comfortable with Mira in bed. It hadn’t even registered inside her mind. It had just seemed like an app useful to have on her phone.
With a few taps and swipes Rumi joins Zoey’s on-going stream.
“-- And you’re laughing.”
Zoey is mid-rant when Rumi joins the stream.
“I was setting up so perfectly there, that would have been such an amazing play. And then the Infernal dragon hits and my bushes disappear. And you guys are laughing at that. You hate me so fucking much.”
Rumi blinks, trying to figure out what exactly is happening right now.
It turns out to be yet another Chat vs Zoey’s mentality.
Rumi pushes a pillow behind her back and shifts around, crossing and uncrossing her legs before taking off her shoes and sitting criss-cross applesauce on the couch instead.
She watches as Zoey continues to complain about the game and her teammates and her opponents. There is another screaming fit that has Rumi lowering the volume.
Then a muffled sound comes from somewhere behind Zoey.
“Ah, crap, someone’s knocking on my door,” Zoey exclaims. She leaves her chair and disappears from the camera’s view.
“Oh. Hi Adam. What’s up dude?”
Adam’s voice isn’t really getting picked up by the microphone, his sentence all mumbled.
“Oh. I’m sorry man, I’ll try to keep it down. I didn’t realize you got laid off. Sorry to hear that.”
Zoey shuffles back into view, smiling awkwardly.
“That was Adam, my neighbor,” Zoey explains as she sits back down, quickly tapping her mousebutton for her champion to begin moving again. As she directs the cat-something into the Jungle, she continues. “He is usually never home at this time but turns out the poor fucker got fired. So now he’s at home and has to listen to me screaming at this game.”
boykisser11: F
riffraff: F in chat for adam
123johny: git gud adammm
Zoey wins the game a few minutes later and suggests a quick break to hydrate and eat something.
For a few seconds, Rumi considers what it would be like to be there with Zoey. Or to have Zoey with her. For them to drink something together, to share a snack. Mira would probably go overboard with a giant plate of cookies.
“Valorant?” Zoey’s voice brings Rumi back to reality.
“Ehh, maybe? It was kinda fun last time, I’ll admit that. First I want to get to Grandmaster, maybe after that I’ll spam some Valo.”
Zoey begins to defend herself to chat when someone mentions being unable to wait until they can see her being a flustered mess again over the voices of her teammates in voicechat.
Rumi is curious to see where the conversation might lead but there is a knock on the door and it slides open, Yoobin peeking inside.
“Miss Ryu? We’re ready for your mic-check now.”
Rumi quickly shuts down the stream and hops off of the couch. She gives Yoobin a graceful smile and a quick bow. “Awesome, lead the way.”
🍏_ _ _ _🐢
Bobby 💙
today
Bobby 💙: Hey hey hey!
me: Hi Bobby!!
Bobby 💙: So I kinda already know the answer to my question but it is kinda my job to ask anyway…
Bobby 💙: Would you be willing to reschedule your dinner with your moms tonight to be one of the announcers on Weekly Idol?
Bobby 💙: I told them you can’t do it and they told me to ask you again…
me: You can screenshot this conversation and show it to them or something. I’m not cancelling my monthly dinner with my mothers.
Bobby 💙: Crystal Clear! Enjoy the evening! Say hi to Celine and Miyeong for me!
me: Will do 😀
Now that she is at her mothers place, Rumi is regretting her decision to stick to her routine. She could have used some rookies looking up at her nervously right about now.
She loves her moms. Of course she does. Miyeong and Celine raised her in a time-period and environment where same-sex relationships were still frowned upon. They encouraged her when she showed interest in singing and dancing, proud to see something of themselves in her.
Ryu Miyeong had been a pop-star sensation some decades ago. That’s how she had met Celine Kang. Someone new to the management business, fresh blood eager to prove herself. Their relationship had been rocky at first at best but they had warmed up to each other and then some.
They never really stopped being Ryu Miyeong; the South-Korean super-star that moved hearts all across the country, continent, world. And Celine Kang; manager with the eyes of a hawk when it comes to opportunities and new talent.
Sometimes Rumi really, really wished they had truly retired. That they’d act more like moms instead of women still in the business.
“We heard some rumors through the grapevine, Mira,” Miyeong says as she pours Mira a glass of wine. “Is it true that you’ve been offered a leading role in an upcoming K-Drama based on a bookseries?”
Mira gracefully accepts the glass, sniffing the content before taking a quick sip. “That is true,” Mira confirms, licking her lips clean from the red wine. “I’m considering rejecting it, honestly.”
From across the table, Celine makes a sound. “Really? How come? It’s going to be directed by Wong. It would be really good for you and your slate. More fame in the States for sure.”
“I’ve done some acting roles before,” Mira gives Rumi a pointed look, Rumi grinning back at her, “And sure, those were fun. But I think it’s something I want to keep doing sparingly. Plus, half of it would be shot in northern Europe, Sweden I think? It would mean a lot of time apart from Rumi. And we were apart for months not too long ago because of her tour through North and South America."
Rumi affectionately coes at Mira. “Aw, Mira.”
Mira rolls her eyes but reaches for Rumi’s hand to give it a quick squeeze. “So, yeah. Strongly leaning towards rejecting the offer.”
“Well, it’s your career,” Celine says. She gives Mira a small nod. “Good on you for knowing your boundaries and priorities. All I’m saying is that perhaps you shouldn’t put this one on the shelf just yet.”
“Can we like, I don’t know, talk about things other than work, maybe?” Rumi snaps, her spoon hitting the table with a metallic thud.
Celine blinks at Rumi’s sudden change in tone. “Oh. I’m sorry Rumi, I just--”
“I know, mom,” Rumi cuts in. “You just want to give advice, share your wisdom. I just really, really want to eat mama’s tteobokki.”
Miyeong clears her throat, smiling at Rumi. “Of course, honey, let’s just eat.”
🍏_ _ _🐢
“So. That dinner was kind of..” Mira begins when they finally get back home.
“Intense? The same as usual?” Rumi finishes for Mira with a thin-lipped smile. She sighs as she rubs her face. “I just wanna curl up into a ball and watch Zoey.”
“Who’s Zoey?”
Rumi freezes. She’s never brought Zoey up to Mira before. She has vaguely mentioned watching a streamer but didn’t share any other details.
“Oh. Right,” Rumi chuckles sheepishly. “She’s this streamer I’ve been watching for the last two months now. She streams games, mostly, sometimes films her daily life. She’s… something else.”
Mira watches Rumi with an unreadable expression for a few moments. Then she moves.
“Okay. Let’s go to bed, curl up together and watch this Zoey,” Mira says. She pulls Rumi up by her hands, tutting as her girlfriend begins to protest, “No, no, no complaints. You seem excited about watching her, so let’s do this. I’m curious to see who exactly this Zoey is.”
Rumi knows better than to argue back to Mira. She merely nods and walks to their bedroom.
She pulls out her iPad from underneath her pillow, snuggling up against Mira who mindlessly drapes her arm around Rumi’s shoulder. She watches with interest as Rumi unlocks the iPad and opens the streaming application.
Rumi navigates to the searching option and quickly taps in k-e-y and the top-result already pops up.
keyboardsmasherzoey is live!
“That means she’s streaming right now, yeah?” Mira curiously questions.
Rumi hums, reaching for the play button.
“Fair warning though,” Rumi says hesitantly, her hand hovering above the iPad. “She’s… into us. Like, almost obsessed. Brings us up at least once every time she’s streaming.”
Mira arches her brows. “Oh?”
“Yeah. She gushes over us constantly. Talks about how much she loves my newest albums, the way I am an ambassador for many nature related things. She really likes you too, she’s been following your modeling career since the beginning, I think? She even mentioned the time you were an extra in that James Bond movie.”
“Oh,” Mira says again. “That’s a die-hard fan right there. Not many people know about that role.”
Rumi doesn’t say anything else, simply presses on the ongoing live-stream.
The iPad’s screen is immediately filled with chaotic ongoing game-play, two teams crowded together in a pit, surrounding a giant purple monster. In the corner of the stream is Zoey, eyes narrowed as she mutters curses under her breath.
Rumi isn’t focusing on the stream or the way Zoey’s nose scrunches up as her HP bar quickly begins to empty. She is instead side-eying Mira, trying to gauge her reaction as her girlfriend watches Zoey.
Mira’s eyes are trained on Zoey in the corner of the screen. She is quiet for a few minutes, watches as Zoey’s team secures their objective and Zoey whoops excitedly. Then;
“She’s cute,” Mira murmurs. She adjusts her glasses, glancing at Rumi. “You didn’t mention that she’s attractive.”
“I wanted you to see for yourself. And to see how you’d react.”
Mira grins. “Well, I’m not reacting negatively, that’s for damn sure.”
They exchange sheepish looks before returning their attention to Zoey’s stream.
Zoey is in the middle of a match. She isn’t playing her usual champion-- “Rengar, that’s the name of the champion she usually plays,”Rumi quickly informs Mira,-- but instead plays a champion with a large sword that summons mist and takes over the husks of slain enemies.
“So she plays this game and people watch her?” Mira asks curiously, looking intently at the screen of the iPad that is displaying Zoey.
“Yeah. She’s actually pretty good, I think? Like, really good when compared to most players. And she also talks to her chat a lot. They’ve got this back and forth banter constantly that’s really entertaining.”
As if to prove Rumi’s point, the text-to-speech bot speaks.
p33p33p00p00man donated €15,00!
you kinda are like viego, crying for rumi and mira constantly while running around like an idiot
“Hey, rude!” Zoey immediately cries out, glaring at the camera.
“And there we have the first mention of our names,” Rumi murmurs. It comes out soft and laced with far more affection than she had meant for it to be.
She feels herself grow stiff, her shoulders going up to her ears. “Uhm. I didn’t, I mean--”
Rumi cuts herself off.
“You have a crush on her.”
The way Mira says it causes Rumi to flinch and turn away from Mira and the screen.
“I’m sorry.”
Mira’s hand finds her shoulder, softly pulling her close again. “What are you sorry for?”
Rumi swallows audibly. “I mean, I’ve got a crush on someone that isn’t you. Not just a little work-crush or a celebrity-crush, nothing like that.
“We talked about whether or not to be exclusive, or to be open years ago,” Mira says. “I mean, back then we didn’t really agree on anything. We don’t have to agree on anything now, either. But just know that I’m not mad at you. I’m just… curious, I guess? Like I said before, I want to see who Zoey is.”
Rumi’s posture relaxes. She softly chuckles. “Thanks, Mir. I--”
“FUUUHUUUCK!”
They both flinch at the sudden scream.
“My ears,” Mira whimpers, covering her left ear with her hand. She glares at Zoey on screen. “What the hell was that?”
Rumi squints, trying to discover what exactly pissed off Zoey this time. She has been slain in-game and didn’t get to kill any of the enemy team players. A botched trade.
“Something didn’t go according to plan,” Is the best way Rumi can explain what just happened. “She uh, does that sometimes. A lot, actually. Just screams. Curses. Cusses at every little thing that does so much as breathe. It’s… something.”
“She is something,” Mira murmurs. “Okay. I’m invested now. Let’s keep watching.”
🍏_ _🐢
Watching Zoey’s streams becomes a normal thing for Rumi and Mira to do. Zoey’s almost daily streams become a part of their routine.
Zoey started streaming while they were both still in bed together. Instead of being responsible adults with filled agendas, the two girlfriends opted to watch Zoey for just a little bit before getting up out of bed and doing what they’re supposed to be doing.
Rumi is watching Zoey intently.
“This Quinn is really starting to piss me off,” Zoey huffs. “I wasn’t going to play with top-lane priority but damn, she needs to stay in her lane. I guess I’m camping top.”
“Oh boy,” Mira breathes out from next to her.
Rumi tears her eyes away from the iPad screen. “What?”
Mira shows her phone to Rumi. Rumi frowns. Then gasps as she notices the picture. Mira wearing tight leggings and oversized sneakers, a crop top hugging her in all the right places. Rumi whistles. “Damn, my girlfriend is so pretty and sexy.”
The Mira Kwon x Nike teaser images have been dropped a day early. The shoot happened only a week ago and neither Mira or Rumi had expected them to tease the new content yet.
“I know,” Mira huffs. But her cheeks are tinted more pink than they were before.
Then:
“‘They just posted the Nike featuring Mira Kwon pictures’,” Zoey reads out loud from the chat. “Wait, fuck, seriously? Where’s my phone?”
An unholy screech comes from Zoey as she lays eyes on the pictures. She can be seen almost vibrating out of her chair from excitement.
“That picture of her in the chair?” Zoey whispers. Her eyes are wide, her pupils visibly blown. “Oh. Em. Gee. I have never wanted to be a chair this bad in my entire life. If I found a genie in a bottle right now, I’d wish for me to be a chair in the apartment of Rumi and Mira. Imagine that.”
NAWALLION:
singedcausedcovid: oh thats…
thecollector: wheres the waterhose
tw1stedgrves: in front of my salad
b4shm4ster: uhm this isnt the league of legends content im here for
Zoey ignores chat and their mutual shared disgust, happily continuing her gushing over Mira.
“She’s sooo fine, guys. Like,” Zoey begins to fan herself, “those cheekbones. That jawline. Those eyes? Fuck, imagine her looking up at you while she’s giving you head. I’m about to combust just thinking about it.”
d3rpster: please stop
riffraff: NO MORE NO MORE NOOOO MOOORE
123johny: PLEAEPLEASPELASE STFU
p33p33p00p00man: let her cook???
laruru: mira kwon the woman u r..
NAWALLION: please... zoey..
“She has such a way with words,” Mira dryly states. “And a very creative imagination.”
“For sure,” Rumi agrees, the tips of her ears reddening. “Uhm, she’s very… open about her attraction towards us? I suppose I’m flattered.”
“You’ve been crushing on her for months now, you’re biased,” Mira replies. She sips from her coffee, glasses slightly fogging up. “But yeah, I see the appeal.”
“Yeah?” Rumi sits up a little straighter. “Like, you’re also… into her?”
“Kinda hard not to be. She’s so,” Mira nods at the screen, where Zoey is breaking a keyboard over her knee and howling, “Her. She’s cute, for sure. But there’s more to her than that. More than raging at games and bickering with her chat. I dunno, makes me wish we could talk to her. Really talk to her.”
Rumi wants to answer Mira’s confession when Zoey’s bubbly voice cuts through.
“--And then I would be like; ‘Oh my god, Ryu Rumi? I can’t believe I just bumped into you. And I spilled coffee all over both of us. Shit, I guess we should like, I dunno, find some new clothes. I can help you take these off.’”
“She’s still going?” Mira goes, surprise palpable on her face. “She’s so down-bad it’s bordering on the edge between cute and slightly disturbing.”
singedcausedcovid: when did this become an e-rp stream
briarsfeet: stopstopstopstop 
riffraff: PLEAASE FUCKING STOP
“How do you think she’ll react once the official advertisement video drops?” Rumi asks.
“I think everyone in Burbank will be able to hear her scream,” Mira replies with a chortle.
🍏_🐢
💤Zzzzzzoey🐢 @keyboardsmasherzoey
ok so i just received a text from my landlord where he basically tells me to get the fuck out bc so many people have been complaining about me and the noise i make 🧍🏻♀️
💤Zzzzzzoey🐢 @keyboardsmasherzoey
i called w my mom and she gave me the okay to move in w her for a few weeks while i get a new place to live 🎉
jhinu 4️⃣ 4️⃣ 4️⃣ 4️⃣ @whatcomsafter4
@keyboardsmasherzoey holy shit i already feel so bad for ur mom… she’s gonna have to deal w ur screeching ass…
💤Zzzzzzoey🐢 @keyboardsmasherzoey
@whatcomsafter4 keep yourself soooo safe today jinu 😘😘😘
jhinu 4️⃣ 4️⃣ 4️⃣ 4️⃣ @whatcomsafter4
@keyboardsmasherzoey 
🍏🐢💚!
Two weeks later, Zoey announces on twitter she will be doing an unscheduled stream.
Mira is the first to notice the announcement. Both of them had long since made alternate twitter accounts they use to keep tabs on Zoey.
“Rums, babe, c’mhere. Zoey is about to go live.”
“I thought she wasn’t streaming today?”
“Unscheduled stream, she wrote there’s something important,” Mira replies. She tugs her pink hair up into a messy bun, scooting over for Rumi to snuggle up against her on their couch. “Who knows. Maybe she found some more good fanfiction about us. Wouldn’t be the first time she started reading a fanfic of us out loud.”
Rumi cringes at the memory. The fanfic had been… very detailed. And Zoey had been absolutely delighted about the same author having written Rumira x Female reader. Of course she had read that one out loud next and well, Zoey had gotten really, really into it. Mimicked the moans described and everything.
“Let’s just watch and find out what this is about,” Rumi says.
They open the stream and lean back to watch.
“Hi chat, wassup, wassup?” Zoey playfully greets, eyes darting to the second monitor that displays the chat. She greets a few long-time viewers by their tag and shouts-out a few new subscribers.
When she seems to be satisfied with the amount of viewers currently watching, she blows a raspberry.
“Right okay, so the reason for this stream is kind of ass.”
fiddlemystick: haha ass
p33p33p00p00man: poopoo peepee?
laruru: 
go on
“So, if you follow me on twitter, you might have seen me tweet about getting an eviction notice two weeks ago.”
laruru: ah yes ur getting kicked for being a menace
d0d0sh4rk: loooooooser
jojosbizarrefartventure:
d0ned0ned0ne: imagine getting evicted bc ur just that much of a cnt
“Shut the fuck up,” Zoey barks, no bite to it. She rolls her eyes as she leans back in her chair. “Anyways, I’ve been staying with my mom for the last two weeks, you probably saw her on my streams a few times or heard her scold me.”
yur1p1lled: we love zoemama
123johny: ZOEMAMAMAMAMA 
thecollector: zoemama is the BEST
fiddlemystick: how did u com ut of that beautiful woman
Zoey rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you guys love my mom, you like it when she scolds me like I am still twelve years old, whatever. The thing is, I found a new place! Yay! Party in chat please!”
tredirt: yuiipeee
ky4tal: 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
d0ned0ned0ne: 
faerietal: UYAYAYAYAYYAYAYA 
“Thank you, chat, I love you guys,” Zoey says, sniffing dramatically. “But the reason I am streaming is because I’m lowkey, nay, highkey panicking. The thing is; my new landlady Googled me and uh, she didn’t like the results she found!”
123johny: huh
tredirt: did she find ur serial killer record
yur1p1lled: “insane koreanamerican that screams all day”
“Yuri, you aren’t that far off,” Zoey laughs. “She discovered that I have a… habit of pissing off landlords and landladies and their tenants. So her solution to that, which is ridiculous, by the way, is making me pay triple the usual amount for the deposit.”
C4NTRX: 
boykisser11: NOOOOO WAY
b4shm4ster: BAHAHHAHAHAHA
“If I live at the place for like, a few months without her receiving complaints about me, I’ll get the extra money back. But yeah. It’s a little fucked up. I’m kinda broke at the moment since I bought a bunch of new stuff for Crush.”
Zoey sighs as she glances off camera in the direction where Crush’s set-up is. “And I don't regret buying those things. But yeah, it’s kinda biting me in the ass right now. I have some savings but I was hoping to invest that into getting a new bicycle, since the last one got crushed when I almost got run over.”
zoebie123: ah yes the nearly run over arc
konthaar:
laruru: still cant believe that happened while u were live
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Rumi looks away from Zoey’s distressed face-- she is still absolutely gorgeous and adorable--, at Mira. “Uhm. You’re thinking about ordering burgers from that newly opened restaurant?”
“That’s not what I was thinking, but that is actually a really great idea, those burgers are amazing,” Mira replies. She shakes her head, her bun moving with her. “I’m thinking that we should help Zoey out.”
“You want to donate to her?”
“Yes! Our net-worth combined is pretty much insane, I think, I never really check those numbers. But we could easily give Zoey the money she needs to pay the deposit and rent for a few months. It would make her happy, I hope.”
Rumi can feel her face light up. “Mira, you are a genius.”
“So you tell me every time I do that thing with my tongue where--”
“Mhm, not the time, baby,” Rumi quickly interjects, nudging Mira with her shoulder. “But you’re right. We’ve been watching her for what, four months? I started watching her over half a year ago. I’ve never even considered donating to her. This is a great idea!”
“Wow. You’ve been consuming her content for more than half a year and crushing on her for like, the same amount of time, and the thought of donating to her never crossed your mind?”
Rumi playfully shoves Mira away. “I was… distracted.”
“By Zoey and her face,” Mira smugly says. She yelps as Rumi shoves her again, this time hard enough for her to topple over. “Mercy!”
Rumi grins as she pulls Mira back up-right. “Let’s do this.”
They immediately find themselves in front of a hurdle.
“Ah. We need an account to make a donation.”
“You just said you’ve been watching Zoey stream for over six months. Have you not bothered making an account this entire time?” Mira questions.
“Hey, I got distracted by Zoey and her antics and her stupidly cute face!”
“Okay, you get a pass,” Mira begrudgingly agrees. “We can just make one now.”
It’s not very difficult to do. Rumi quickly fills in the necessary details, putting down a number she uses for alternate and throw-away accounts as well as a dummy e-mail address. One can never be too safe on the internet. Especially when you are a world-famous pop-star and her super-model girlfriend.
Next they need a display name.
“‘everyonestypes’?” Mira reads out from over Rumi’s shoulder. “You’re making the account a reference to your debut single?”
“Well, yes. Plus I’m making it plural because we’re together, we’re with two. I think it makes sense.”
“It’s not horrible. And it’s not just a bunch of letters and numbers smashed together. Okay, permission granted to continue.”
“Thank you so much, honey,” Rumi dryly replies.
Another obstacle.
“Okay, crap,” Rumi says. “We have an account and everything now. But she never mentioned what the deposit was, did she?”
By now Zoey had queued up for a game and successfully found a match. She is happily chatting with her viewers, apparently having forgotten that this was supposed to be a quick impromptu stream to give an update on her newly found situation.
“Uhh, just, I dunno, give her a few thousand plus something extra?” Mira suggests. “Can’t hurt to give a little extra. Probably.”
Rumi nods. “That sounds reasonable. Okay. Putting down an amount now.”
“--the way their Mordekaiser is zoning his wave right now and those little side-steps? On god, the Skarner is doing grubs right now. I’m going to ping Sett fifty times and hopefully he’s gonna come and help me contest.”
Zoey is still rambling on and on, entirely unaware of what is about to happen.
“Ready?” Mira asks Rumi, even though Rumi is the one with her thumb hovering over the donation button.
Rumi nods, expression hardened with determination. “Let’s do this.”
everyonestypes donated ₩15.000.000,00!
we’re hoping this is enough to tackle that deposit and rent for some time!
b4shm4ster: uhhhh ???
singedcausedcovid : wait how much is that in dolla
fiddlemystick: thats a lot of zeroes
zoebie123: HUH
boykisser11: 
kaylala: ???????????????????
1990tom: HWAT
The chatroom immediately explodes. None of the messages spamming the chatbox are interesting to Mira and Rumi though, they’re only interested in seeing what Zoey’s reaction is going to be.
And what a reaction it is.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Zoey screams as she jumps out of her chair hard enough for it to topple over backwards, taking Zoey down with it.
Mira gives Rumi a concerned look. Rumi shrugs half-heartedly, but she has worry etched onto her face.
Zoey’s face reappears in frame. “Okay. Whoever you are, this? This isn’t funny. I’ve received fake donations before. It’s really not a funny joke.”
“She thinks it’s a joke,” Rumi repeats, pouting at Mira.
Mira rolls her eyes as if to say: wow, really? I didn’t hear her just say that.
“We have to make sure she knows it isn’t a joke then.”
Sound advice from her girlfriend of almost ten years. Rumi has selected an amount to donate and typed down a message to accompany the donation within seconds.
everyonestypes donated ₩15.000,00!
not a joke at all, dead-serious!
Chat continues to blow up while Zoey’s game-play monitor is flashing warnings at her to move and play or she is going to be marked as AFK.
All Zoey is doing is staring out in front of herself. She's even stoppped blinking, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
“I think we broke her,” Rumi whispers with a horrified expression spreading across her face. She turns to Mira, who isn’t looking much better. “Mira. we broke Zoey.”
Finally, almost as if Zoey had somehow heard Rumi panicking about breaking her, Zoey seems to regain focus.
“Okay, chat, I uhm,” Zoey’s eyes are darting down to look at something out of view from the camera, then back again at her monitor. She clears her throat. “I’m… I’ve got to go. I might actually stream later. I uh, I gotta take care of something. Sorry. Bye!”
And just like that, the stream stops.
They both stay silent for what feels like hours but probably isn’t more than ten seconds, staring at the Stream Ended being displayed. There are still plenty of viewers left, all of them expressing their confusion, disbelief and frustrations.
1990tom: so she just got a fuckton of money
Zackini: i googled it it is more than 10k usd???
tw1stedgrves: WHAT THE FUCJ???
fiddlemystick:
tredirt: HUHHHH??????
thecollector: shes prolly tweaking rn
Both of their phones ding. A notification from twitter. Zoey has just posted something.
Rumi shoots Mira a nervous glance, both of them reaching for their own devices.
💤Zzzzzzoey🐢 @keyboardsmasherzoey
Well, fuck.