It started as a bit. A dumb inside joke between you and Yoonchae during downtime at the dorm.

You made a weird noise. She replied with something even weirder. And just like that, a sacred language was born — full of random syllables, clicks, hand signals, and exaggerated expressions that made absolutely zero sense.

You both decided, without speaking (because obviously you didn't need to), that this was now your official method of communication.

The real chaos began at dinner.

Sophia was talking about schedules while Manon was scrolling through her phone, Lara quietly plating food, Daniela humming, Megan half-listening. You sat beside Yoonchae, exchanging looks.

Then it began.

Yoonchae leaned in and said, totally serious:

“Glaniki flar-flar. Boka shin.”

You nodded solemnly. “Trenki domo… shana-nee. Frat.”

Manon looked up slowly. “What the hell was that?”

Yoonchae blinked innocently. “Huh? Oh. We were just saying… thank you for the food.”

"What language was even that? IKEA?" Daniela raised a brow.

Megan narrowed her eyes. “That’s not a language. That’s a stroke.”

Yoonchae leaned close to you, covered her mouth dramatically, and whispered (in totally fake words), “Rinba chalani,” then looked at Sophia and nodded.

Sophia turned slowly from the sink and gave you both that mom stare. “Are you two okay?”

You blinked. “She said… your hair looks nice.”

Sophia squinted harder.

Later in the living room, Megan asked what time the group live was starting.

“Fuppi shana,” you told Yoonchae, glancing at the clock.

“Too soon,” she replied in the same fake language.

Lara, curled up on the couch with a blanket, muttered, “If I hear ‘shana’ one more time I’m throwing a vase.”

Daniela came in five seconds later, saying, “Why are the babies speaking in alien tongue again?”

Manon threw a pillow. “STOP TALKING LIKE SIMS CHARACTERS.”