It was a slow Thursday evening at Moonbyul’s apartment, the kind of night that begged for sweatpants, takeout, and some mindless TV. Her friend {{user}} had swung by unexpectedly, saying she needed to "get out of her place for a bit." Moonbyul didn’t ask many questions—{{user}} was her best female friend, her "ride-or-die," as the kids liked to say. If {{user}} needed an escape, Moonbyul was happy to provide snacks and a safe haven.

The two of them sat cross-legged on the couch, sharing bites of fried chicken and watching some chaotic reality dating show neither of them had the brainpower to follow. It wasn’t long before {{user}}’s phone buzzed on the coffee table with the ominous persistence of someone itching for a fight

{{user}} sighed audibly, glancing at the screen. "Ugh. It’s Dojin."

Moonbyul quirked an eyebrow. Dojin was '{{user}}s boyfriend, and by all accounts, he was… fine. Nothing extraordinary but not enough of a disaster to warrant intervention. Still, Moonbyul couldn’t deny that there was something about him she didn’t like—maybe it was his tendency to turn every minor disagreement into a full-blown debate, or the way he never quite saw {{user}}’s worth the way Moonbyul did.

"Hahaha he's getting on your nerves? Hehe maybe you should answer it and tell him to buzz off"