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    So that’s it, huh.

    Mira does a better job at stifling her tears than Zoey, but she still feels a few warm drops run down her cheeks.

    The hopes and dreams of being an idol at Sunlight Entertainment—hell, of being anything—are gone with a handwave from some guy in a suit and a paper that says “Thanks for auditioning”.

    Before she can storm out as quickly as possible to save what little face she has left, Mira turns on her heel and freezes at the sight of Celine, the CEO of Sunlight Entertainment, watching her. That odd woman with the purple braid and mask floats behind her, eyes gleaming.

    “Mira. Zoey.” Celine steps towards them. “Before you leave, I have an offer I’d like you to consider.”

    Or: When Mira and Zoey, both running from difficult pasts, audition to become idols at Sunlight Entertainment (famous for its mysterious headliner idol Hunter) and fail, all hopes of meeting and training under Hunter go out the window until Celine makes them a different, surprise offer: train under Celine’s unknown ward Rumi instead.

    (“Why us?” Zoey asks.

    “Honestly,” Rumi says, “I think you're both really weird.”

    Oh. Mira might kill her.)

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    10 Jun 2026

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    The client hadn’t really requested anything at all; their emails had been almost overly polite, if not jarringly formal, and had selected only the most vanilla options on the questionnaire she provided. Certainly a far cry from the standard practices of her usual clientele, but this one had paid upfront and picked this expensive hotel, and Mira’s fees are dear enough on their own that she had been coloured intrigued. 

    Mira takes a left down the hallway after leaving the elevator and finds herself at the door to the room. She doesn’t steel herself—doesn’t need to. She can handle anything. Has handled most things. Mira swipes the keycard and lets herself in. 

    The person sitting on the bed is probably the last thing she expects.

    In which Mira is a professional, Rumi is socially inept, and Zoey is also there. Let's hope nobody catches feelings. 

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    06 Jun 2026

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    She pushes her glasses back up her nose, eyes never moving from the spot on Rumi’s shoulder. Hm. They are, in fact, still there.

    “Zoey,” Mira calls, keeping her voice low, not wanting to alert Rumi, because, quite frankly, she needs to talk to anyone else who isn't the source of the problem right now.

    Zoey, thankfully, picks up on the tone in her voice, easily making her way over from across the compound, giving Mira a look. Mira just gestures for Zoey to get closer to her, and once Zoey is shoulder-to-shoulder with her, Mira gestures over toward Rumi.

    There’s a pause.

    “Huh,” Zoey decides, frowning. “That’s...” she trails off, waving a hand as she tilts her head to the side. “Different.”

    “Something like that,” Mira agrees, crossing her arms over her chest. “Rumi has patterns.”

    Zoey makes a noise. “Yeah. I guess so, huh?”

    (or, mira and zoey discover rumi's patterns early and make it their life goal to...help)

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    27 May 2026

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    There was the sound of the door shutting. A few footsteps.

    “She’s not here?” the voice asked.

    Zoey dropped her voice lower, almost conspiratorial. “No. She went out—probably won’t be back for, like… fifteen, twenty minutes.”

    A beat of silence. Then a quiet chuckle. “Good. Then I can steal you for a while.”

    There was a nervous little hiccup of laughter from Zoey. “Wait—don’t get too close, I’m still live—”

    “I’ll stay out of frame,” the voice promised, tone coaxing.

    The sound of a hand brushing fabric, then a soft shuffle—the mic catching the rustle as Zoey was pulled slightly sideways. A faint smack of lips meeting. Quick. Too quick to be mistaken.

    Chat slowed to a crawl.

    [ewhfjdjw;]: ???????

    [rumi4lifer]: wait…

    [sealoverfour45]: SHE DIDNT MUTE THE MIC OMG

    [wispawaymo]: that… that’s not Rumi’s voice???

    [qeusopullsafree]: YO WTFFFF

    [hollowjars]: no way no way no way

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    Zoey forgets to mute and her fans think she's cheating on Rumi but in reality she has another girlfriend (Mira) that they don't know about because she private.

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    22 May 2026

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    She liked *them*. Both. Equally. In different ways that bent toward the same unbearable center.

    And they were *dating* each other.

    The thought struck like a physical blow, knocking her breath out from the inside. Of course they were. Of course they had chosen each other; they fit, they made sense, they were a pair that moved like they’d been in love for years.

    Where was Rumi supposed to go with a feeling this big when the space she wanted was already occupied? The shame of it rose hot—too late, too much, too obvious. It curdled into something bitter she didn’t recognize in herself.

    “You like Zoey...and Zoey likes *you*.” The words left her tasting ash. “There is no space for me...not like that.”

    The sentence trembled in the air between them, thin as glass. And then it shattered. Rumi couldn’t handle it.

    “What?” Mira’s alarm was immediate, genuine; she leaned in like proximity could stop a misunderstanding from hardening into a fact. “Rumi that’s no—”

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    Or the Coffeeshop/Tattoo Artist/Piercer Au no one asked for.

    And of course They Were Roomates

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    20 May 2026