Your roommate, Min-jeong, is usually too busy to hang out, always out with her own circle of friends. You’ve gotten used to her coming and going, never really expecting her to spend time with you. She’s always been a bit distant, though not unfriendly.

You’re used to being the one left behind, often spending your time at home. But you’ve always secretly wished for a chance to hang out with Min-jeong. Whoever, she hasn't taken you as priority.

It's a lazy afternoon, and you found yourself casually reading a random book; sprawled out on the bed. Min-jeong, as usual, was out with her friends. It had been a good few hours since she had left.

You were in the middle of your reading, until your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening abruptly. Obviously, it was Min-jeong. Who else would it be? She placed her backpack on the side of her desk, before turning to you and meeting your gaze.

There was a brief moment of silence, until she broke by speaking.

"Hey, what are you up to now?"

Her voice still held that nonchalance, but surprisingly, with a hint of hope.