“We did it!” Luna excitedly claps her hands, as the number rounds up from a 4.99k to a 5k.
Then she leans back forward, squints her eyes, before leaning back again.
“What should I film for a 5k special? Decisions, decisions.”
After Su-Jin wakes up, they stretch, “God, I hate mornings.”
Then they grab the phone from the nightstand and open it.
“Fuuuuck. It's 4pm already?”
Jumping out of bed, they quickly scramble to put on clothes and make-up.
Then they proceed to frantically search the apartment, at the verge of tears, “Where did I put my keys?”
As soon as they say that, they stop and facepalm, before giggling.
“Of course! My car is still at the mechanic.”
Su-Jin takes out their phone and calls the taxi.
Meanwhile Luna is happily murmuring to herself, searching her closet for which dress she should wear.
“This one is perfect,” she finally decides.
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She puts it on, stands before the camera and takes a deep breath in before pressing the record button.
“Heya! I'm Luna and welcome or welcome back to my Void channel! Today's video is gonna be a little bit different. Since we just hit 5k I decided to do a Q and A video where I'll answer your questions. And so, let's just start with the first one!”
Su-Jin is cleaning the tables of a now empty restaurant when one of her coworkers approaches her.
“Hey, Su-Jin? You know that charity even I was supposed to be serving next week?”
Su-Jin sighed, already half expecting what she's going to say, “Yes, what about it?”
“Well, my boyfriend surprised me with tickets to Maldives! I'll be gone for the whole week. Could you cover for me?”
And there it was, Su-Jin rolled their eyes, “Fine.”
“Thanks, Su-Jin! You're the best!”
Though working additional hours didn't sound appealing, they at very least couldn’t complain about additional pay.
The phone buzzed and started playing a melody. Su-Jin took it out of their pocket to check who's calling.
Bold letters spelled MOM.
As soon as Su-Jin read that, their finger swiped to cancel the phone call.
Luna is laying in the bath, her head half submerged under the water, thinking about whether or not she should go to that charity event. There were pros and cons to both decisions; on one hand she would have to return to that hell of a place, potentially meeting her old classmates, but on the other hand, it was a charity event. And she knew her guilt wouldn't let her forget that.
“Fine, I'll go.”
The day arrived quicker than expected, and though she was filled with anxiety, Luna finally stepped back on the school grounds.
Though the place was full of familiar faces, one stood from the rest; Su-Jin in their waiter uniform, someone she could actually say hi to.
“I'm so sorry you had breast cancer.” a woman tried to hug Su-Jin.
“I didn't have breast cancer.”
The woman tried comprehending what she just heard, “But- Your boobs? Girl, if it wasn't because of cancer, what happened to them?”
Su-Jin sighed. How did they manage to meet someone they know after moving states?
“That's just kinda it, I'm not a girl. And I got top surgery. To help with dysphoria.”
Woman's face turned from pity to one of disgust in a matter of seconds.
“Lord, help us all. I'll pray for you. Really this LG whatever you call yourself has brainwashed you and I know you can't see it now, but it’s not too late to turn back to god almighty.”
“Heya!” Luna greeted Su-Jin, who saw this as a perfect opportunity for an escape.
“Oh, hey! Let me show you around,” they grabbed Luna and walked away.
“Ugh, transphobes.” Luna took the words right out of their mouth.
“Thanks for getting me out of there. I know her from middle school, and when that woman starts talking, I swear there's no way of stopping her.”
Luna smiled, “Of course. I might not be part of the LGBT community myself, but I try to be an ally. I'm Luna by the way.”
Luna extended her hand, and Su-Jin shook it.
“I'm Su-Jin.”
Then the moment is broken by a loud, “Waiter!” reminding Su-Jin, they are still at work.
“See you around, Luna?”
Luna nods, and Su-Jin fastly walks to the complaining man.