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Jackson frowned at the view that he’s seeing in the moment. Young Ji wearing her metallic blue headphones concentrating on the display screen of his laptop sitting comfortably on his study table.

He has never seen his floor spark that much but thanks to Young Ji’s glitter mess, the floor shines like a diamond. Paper scraps are everywhere and what standout the most is the four feet banner that is gently placed on his bed. Four familiar faces were printed on it but Young ji had managed to make Kang Min Hyuk’s face special by placing tiny hearts on his cheek and she had filled the hearts with red glitters. 

Jackson pulled the headphones and surely, Young Ji just noted his presence. She smiled sweetly at him while scratching her hair.

“Omo! My lovely friend is here” She jumps from the table and landed quite wobbly, Jackson reached for her arm as a support. Now noticing the heavy amount of glitters on her face, he let out a silent chuckle.

“Why are you here?” Young Ji’s questions as they become older become more and more unbelievable, Jackson thought.

“I’m quite sure this is my room.” Jackson answered sarcastically and a quick “Oh” from her with an evil grin means an I-don’t-care answer.

“You could tell me beforehand you know. You always barge into my room to do your fangirling stuff!” Jackson managed to raise his voice quite a bit. “You know mom won’t allow me to do this at home, as if I need to explain myself to you.” Young Ji answered in higher tone that he used

“Will they ever notice you? You’re just wasting your energy. You’re just a face in a sea of faces. I can’t understand really.” And with that, he knew a war has just erupted.

Young Ji glared at him “You know you’re such a plain person! You don’t know how fangirls work hard because of their passion and even though I am a face on that sea of faces, at least I know how to love someone without asking to be loved back. That’s the highest form of love, you stupid! I can’t believe you are my friend! Gosh, you’re even one of my best friends. All of us have a hobby of our own. You! You love fencing so much! Do I criticize you because of your passion? NO! Fangirling is my passion and you should respect that.” She nags