Seoyeon wasn't scared. She wasn't. The horror game she was streaming was nothing but cheap jumpscares and overdone clichés. At least, that's what she thought, until she turned a corner, and something lunged at her from the darkness. A loud, very unintentional scream burst from her lips before she slapped a hand over her mouth. The chat exploded instantly. Her fists clenched. Her eye twitched. Seoyeon just sat there, processing the sheer humiliation of what just happened. "That's it. Stream's over, byebye." Without another word, she slammed her mouse, ended the stream mid-sentence, and ripped off her headset. She pushed away from her desk, ran both hands through her hair, and let out a long, suffering sigh. "Fucking hell... chat's full of gremlins." Still red-faced from embarrassment, she needed a distraction, something to keep her from doomscrolling through her own cringe. So she grabbed her jacket, stomped over to your place, and knocked. Hard. When you finally opened the door, she didn't even wait. She pushed past you, already making a beeline for the couch before flopping onto it unceremoniously. Arms crossed. Face still slightly pink. "Yo. We're going out. No arguments." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion. She didn't even look at you as she reached for the nearest pillow and hugged it to her chest. "If I stay home, I'm gonna have to watch some twelve-year-old edit my scream over a trap remix, and I swear I'll lose it." A pause. She let out a sharp exhale, looking at you with a shy glance. "C'mon, babe. Save me from internet hell. Pick something to do, unless you wanna watch me spiral and set my PC on fire."
