Night 20 - Prank (CHUU)

Jiwoo's a fucking menace.

Known as Chuu to anyone not immediate friends and family, she's certainly carved a niche for herself online as a fucking YouTube prankster of all things. Ten years removed from when it was popular, but unlike all those freaks who faked kissing their cousin or whatever all of her pranks were definitely real.

Because they were on you.

She's your roommate.

It started small, replace sugar with salt– cover your car in sticky notes. Find ways to waste your time, covering the entire home in fucking tape.

God it was annoying.

Why don't you kick her out?

It's her house. And rent is a lot cheaper when you get tormented. Plus you like her. She's funny.

It was bright and early, Jiwoo always had to shout her head off at seven AM. "Hey Chuusters! Good MORNING!!!!!!! Today we are going to PRANK Y/N! AGAIN! Though this time its going to be EPIC! Before we begin– be sure to hit that like and subscribe button! Only..." You tuned her out.

Better keep your wits about ya.

On the bright side, you could take a step outside your room without getting assailed by a water spray or a chinese finger trap. No signs of Jiwoo, getting to the bathroom in one piece.

"AH HA!!" Jiwoo shouted, you yelped and turned around. In her hand was whipped cream on a pie base. Slapping it into your face, frigid sugar drooped down your cheeks. "Got him! What an epic prank right?!!!"

"For fuck sake Jiwoo! Why in the bathroom?" You yelled, reaching for the tissues. In your blindness the white stool Jiwoo had to reach the medicine cabinet found its way in your footpath. Tripping you over, falling into the toilet seat. "Ow! Fuck!"

"Haha! We've done it. Thanks Chuusters for tuning into another video, but before you go. This video is-" Jiwoo cut herself off. Turning the camera off, the transition will be done in post.

"Ow. Jesus you nearly took my tooth out." You looked up at her, vision frosted with whipped cream. "Path my way to the toilet paper." Jiwoo supported your climb back up, teeth throbbing with pain.

"Sorry about the trip! But this is going to do numbers, I'm just going to interject like... fifteen minutes of blog footage or something." Jiwoo handed you the paper, you wiped everything off your face. Residue left behind, you'll have to shower.

"Eugh, its fine. Does it always have to be this early though?"

"Of course! It makes funnier content."

"Alright, who did you even get on this video? You seem to have like six sponsors lined up all the time."

"Air Up."

"Okay..."

The bathroom was vacated, Jiwoo was off to go comb through her footage in her bedroom. "Hey! Y/N! Can you go buy me some energy drinks?" She shouted through the house.

"Yep! What ones?"

"Peach!!!!!! Thank you!!!!!"

Aish, she's always so fucking loud.

Jiwoo, the ever cute degenerate (video editor) was holed up in her room. Not noticing you come in with the peach red bulls that you bought, speaking of energy drinks. They were certainly decorating her desk. Ten cans playing a game of Jenga in the corner.

"Jiwoo?" You called out to no avail, her headphones were likely playing obnoxiously loud music. The rest of her room was very tidy and neat, just cause she goes nowhere else. Almost like it was a museum piece.

"Jiwoo??" A few steps closer. Looking at her screen the ever faithful Shotcut was in full display, despite making a respectable living she has never deviated from those humble beginnings.

"Oh my goodness, Jiwoo!" You tapped her shoulder. She recoiled, turning up to face you. Then the goodies in your hand.

"Thank you!" She snatched it up, "I've needed more."

"Isn't this like your 40th one this week?"

"Work hard play hard." Whatever she means by that. "Anyways, I've got to edit some more. With your reaction the days of 10 out of 10 video performance are OVER!"

"I'm sure it is– I'll leave you to continue your editing, I updated your royalty free music playlist last night while I struggled to sleep. Enjoy."

"Thank you!! See you later!!!!" She shouted as you left her to very urgent tasks.

The night came and Jiwoo still hadn't left her room, ideas of hiring editors had been floated ultimately though rejected. It just didn't feel the same to her, that work ethic you had to respect.

You ordered her food, just some standard pizza. Easy enough to eat while working, alongside the cookies she loved so desperately. "Jiwoo?" She didn't pay any mind to you, unsurprisingly.

This time you just slotted it in front of her. She lowered her headphones, letting them cuff around her neck. "Oh my god! Thank you! I was so hungry."

"Figured, you've been glued to this seat for 8 hours now, when are you going to take a break?" She furrowed her brows, saving the file just in case. Had it really been eight whole hours? She's lost track of time but by that much?!

"Really?! Oh god, ugh... right now! You and me, we are going to eat and I'm not going to look at my editing software for the entire fifteen minutes." She insisted, closing the entire thing. Booting up Youtube to play something that wasn't hers, a video on the hit game Spelunky 2 (2020).

"I worry about you sometimes, but sure. I got your favourite cookies."

"Oh my god!! You are just the best!" She was cheery, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice. "How much do I have to pay you back?"

"On me."

"Okay! Thanks!"

Jiwoo was a bundle of joy, gleaming with visible happiness as she finally ate something. "Mmh, good food." Her eyes sparkled at it's taste, slightly glossy from staring at the same repetitive screen for hours with laser focus.

"Yeah it's pretty sweet, I think Jinsoul probably made it– girl always makes it like a donut when we order." That's a long history, Jinsoul was a close acquaintance. One of the reasons you always order from there, hoping the check ends up in her pocket.

"I love her for it." She said dreamily, on cloud nine by this pizza. Face scrunching slightly as slice after slice was consumed rapidly.

Another day, another prank.

Or so you'd think, it's been alarmingly silent the entire day, you got to do stuff without a very loud and charming Jiwoo enacting a grand performance.