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Assistant: Title: operation get rumi and jinu together
        Author: autumnzkye autumnzkye 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: after getting back from hanging out with rumi, jinu, zoey is sick of them acting like a couple without actually being a couple. so she does something about it. antics ensue.or5 times the gang tries to get rumi and jinu together and 1 time they reveal they already are
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              after getting back from hanging out with rumi, jinu, zoey is sick of them acting like a couple without actually being a couple. so she does something about it. antics ensue.or5 times the gang tries to get rumi and jinu together and 1 time they reveal they already are
            
        

        
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          “Mira!” Zoey drawls, walking into their shared dorm and plopping down at the end of Mira’s bed. “Those two are acting so lovey-dovey it’s annoying that they aren’t together yet! I feel like such a third wheel!”“Who? Rumi and Jinu? I thought you also went out with Mystery?” she responds, looking up from her phone.“Yeah! And I still felt like a third wheel, even with him there!” Zoey complains. “We need to get them together so they can go on dates on their own!”Mira snorts, tossing her phone aside as she sits up. “You mean we need to get them together so you can enjoy your own date without their unresolved romantic tension suffocating the air.”Zoey flops dramatically on her back. “Exactly. It’s like watching a slow-burn K-drama in real life, but instead of twenty episodes, it’s been two years and they’re still in the ‘we just hang out and do everything couples do without being a couple’ phase!”“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Mira says, letting out a groan. “Did you see them this morning before you went out? Rumi was fixing Jinu’s outfit before class.”Zoey shoots up. “YES! And then he handed her his coffee for a sip like it’s natural. Who does that unless they’re in love or married?!”“And then do you remember last week at the cafe?” Zoey asks. “Rumi gave Jinu her last fry. Her last. That’s basically a love confession!”“She also used his hoodie as a pillow during movie night,” Mira muses. “Didn’t even ask.”“And they were basically cuddling the entire time!”There’s a long pause. The two girls stare at each other, tension rising.“...We have to intervene,” they say in unison.Mira swings her legs off the bed and grabs an extra notebook from her desk. “Operation Get Rumi and Jinu Together is officially in motion.”Zoey grabs a blue pen and clicks it on. “Let’s brainstorm. What gets young adults to admit their feelings?”“Death,” Mira offers.“Been there, done that.”“Fake love letters in a locker?”“Too cliche.”Mira drums her fingers in thought. “We could trap them in a situation where they’re forced to be next to each other. Maybe they’d be all blushy and confess afterward.”Zoey leans forward. “Go on.”“Like a sleepover. Everyone’s there and we watch a movie, but the only empty seat for either of them is next to the other. Whoops.”Zoey grins. “Force proximity. I like it.”Mira twirls her pen after jotting it down in the notebook. “And if this doesn’t work…”“We escalate.” 
  1.
 Bobby’s basement looks like a classic 2007 Pinterest board: string lights, bean bags, a couch, snacks everywhere, and a horror movie playing at a low volume in the background.Rumi walks into the room after going to the bathroom for a quick break.“Rumi!” Zoey exclaims. “You’re just in time. we were setting up sleeping places!”Rumi squints. “Weren’t there five sleeping bags earlier?”Mira, who’s been unusually quiet, tosses a pillow and blanket toward the couch. “Weird, right? I guess someone forgot to bring an extra.”Zoey gestures dramatically. “But no worries! You and Jinu can just share the couch!”Rumi raises an brow in suspicion. “Uh-huh.”Across the room, Jinu lifts his head from the armrest of the couch where he’s been half-dozing, hodding pulled up and arms folded behind his head. “I don’t mind.”“See?” Zoey chirps. “Problem solved!”Rumi sighs, but not like she’s annoyed, rather more like she’s amused. “Fine, but if he kicks me off in the middle of the night, I’m blaming you guys.”Mira gives a grin. “We’ll take full responsibility.”Rumi heads over to the couch and sits next to Jinu. He shifts slightly, lifting his arm up and around her like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She leans into his side immediately.“Comfy?” he asks quietly?“Better than the floor,” she mutters, grabbing the blanket and pulling half over him.Zoey and Mira exchange a look across the room, whispering loudly enough that it’s clear they want to be heard.“They’re so close,” Mira says.“So close,” Zoey agrees. “It’s like they’re already dating or something.”Rumi throws a popcorn kernel at both of them without looking. “Your commentary is as subtle as a timpani in a library.”Bobby walks back in from the upstairs kitchen holding a tray of microwaved pizza rolls, pauses, and blinks. “Wait, where’s Rumi sleeping?”“With Jinu,” Mira and Zoey say together.Bobby stares at them. Then at the couch. Then back at them.“Okay, as long as you two are fine with it,” he says.Rumi lifts a hand lazily from under the blanket and waves. “We’re good.”Jinu, eyes half-closed, shifts so Rumi’s head can rest more comfortably on his shoulder. “Actually really good.”Bobby raises a brow but says nothing, retreating to his beanbag throne with the pizza rolls.The horror movie continues playing in the background, but none of them are paying attention anymore. Not when Rumi is curled into Jinu like she belongs there, not when Jinu is absently tucking a stray hair behind her ear, and especially not when Rumi murmurs, “Wake me if anything scary happens.”Jinu’s lips quirk into the smallest smile. “I won’t let anything get you.”Mira’s face shrinks in disgust. “I can’t. I literally can’t. They’re flirting in soft whispers now.”Zoey sighs. “I guess Stage 1 of our plan failed. This is even worse than when we hung out the other day. They’re so flirty.”Mira grabs the notebook from her sleeping bag. “Fine. Time for Stage 2.”Zoey sits up. “What was Stage 2 again?”Mira flips to the next page of the intricate diagrams. “Romance in the rain.” 
  2.
 The campus is buzzing with the sound of students heading to and from their classes, with the low growl of thunder above.“Okay,” Mira mutters from the student lounge window, as she peers through the glass with a pair of binoculars. “Target One is moving.”Zoey, sitting beside her with a protein bar in one hand and her phone in the other, glaces up. “That’s Jinu, right?”“Yup. Just stepped out of Ethics of Music. No umbrella. Perfect.”“Stage 2 is a go,” Zoey grins. “Rumi’s heading down from Music History in T-minus twenty seconds.”They glance out to see Jinu pause in front of the courtyard, staring up at the sky like he could magically make the rain stop pouring. No luck. Instead, the drizzle thickens into a downpour.Rumi appears on the far end of the path, her purple umbrella popping open as she spots Jinu.Mira leans forward. “Come on, come on…”Down below, Rumi hesitates, then walks over until she’s standing beside him.“You really headed out without an umbrella? Forecast said it would rain,” she calls.Jinu laughs, scratching the back of his neck. “I had one. It disappeared this morning though.”“Huh, weird,” Rumi comments. “And on today of all days.”He huffs a quiet laugh, and she tilts her umbrella just enough to cover him too. “Come on. We’re headed the same way.”Jinu ducks under without protest, shoulder brushing hers. He takes the umbrella from her, and they start walking down the path. His hand lifts to tilt the umbrella slightly more toward her side.Up from the lounge, Zoey gasps. “He’s sacrificing dry space. That’s romance, Mira! They’re also walking in sync, oh my god!”“Shut up, I’m trying to see if they’ll do anything more-YES! THERE IT IS!”Rumi slides an earbud over to Jinu while she takes the other, putting on music that they’ll both enjoy.Bobby walks by, glances out the window, and raises a brow. “Are you two stalking them again?”Mira doesn’t even flinch. “We’re observing.”They’re literally under an umbrella, listening to music, laughing in the rain. They might as well hold hands at this point.”“We know,” Zoey hisses.“They’re probably dating already. Just ask.”“They need to say it to us,” Mira says flatly. “Until then, this is a psychological experiment.”Bobby rolls his eyes. “You two need therapy.”“No,” Zoey interjects, “What we need is those two to get together.”Outside, Jinu says something that makes Rumi snort-laugh, leaning slightly into him.He grins down at her with a soft smile.Inside, Zoey is gripping Mira’s notebook so tight that she could rip it. “They’re practically in a montage. I swear I heard background music just now.”Mira takes the notebook from her and scribbles something furiously: Stage 3 - Truth or Date? 
  3.
 “Okay,” Mira claps, standing up. “Everyone ready for a game?”Rumi raises a brow. “What kind of game?”Zoey’s smile is way too innocent. “Just a good old-fashioned round of Truth or Dare.”Bobby mutters, “God help us all.”“We go clockwise,” Zoey continues. “And you have to pick one. No chickening out.”Rumi lounges across a beanbag next to Jinu. “Sure. Why not?”Jinu hums in agreement, eyes flicking toward Rumi before he leans back against the wall, arms folded.The game starts off tame. Bobby has to text his ex “I still see your aura in my laundry detergent.” Mira’s truth is about her failed talking stage with a workout buff who tried to take her on a run for a second date. Zoey gets dared to wear her hoodie backward for the rest of the game.Then it’s Rumi’s turn.Mira asks, “Truth or dare?”Rumi raises a brow. “...Truth.”Zoey’s grin widens. “Oooh, good. Okay, if you had to kiss someone in this room, who would it be?”Jinu visibly tenses.Bobby chokes on his soda.Rumi doesn’t blink. “I mean, obviously Jinu.”The whole room goes still. There’s a good few seconds of silence before Bobby starts fake-coughing to cover for Mira whisper-screaming into a throw pillow.Zoey leans forward. “Obvious how? Obvious like ‘he’s hot’ or obvious like ‘I dream about kissing him in my sleep?’”Rumi smirks. “That’s a lot of questions for a simple truth or dare.”Zoey flails her backward hoodie sleeves. “I HAVE QUESTIONS, OKAY.”Mira, meanwhile, writes something down in all caps in the notebook: Stage 4 - Group. Project.Across from her, Jinu smiles a little and glances down like he’s fighting back a reaction.Mira growls, “Okay, moving on. Jinu, truth or dare?”“Truth,” he replies, calm as ever.Zoey practically pounces on the opportunity. “Same question. Who would you kiss in this room?”Jinu doesn’t answer right away. His eyes flick to Rumi, lingering.“I think the answer’s already been said.”Chaos and screams echo around the room, half-muffled by couch cushions and outrage.“You’re killing me,” Zoey groans.“YOU’RE DANCING AROUND IT ON PURPOSE,” Mira yells.Jinu just shrugs and grabs a handful of kettle corn.Rumi leans her head against his shoulder, looking completely unbothered and unsurprised.“Next round?” she says casually, like she didn’t just drop a bomb.Mira’s pencil nearly snaps in her grip. 
  4.
 At the front of the classroom, Professor Kim scribbles “Civic Engagement + Design” across the whiteboard before clapping her hands.“Time for your midterm projects!” she announces cheerfully. “You’ll work in pairs. You’ll research a problem in your campus or community and design a hypothetical solution. Presentations are in a week!”“I’ll assign the partners randomly, unless anyone has a strong preference,” she continues.Zoey’s hand shoots up like it’s been launched from a cannon. “Actually, Professor, I was wondering if we could work with people we haven’t worked with before this semester. To get to know each other a bit better and step out of our comfort zones?”Bobby, sitting near the window with an iced chair and zero expectations, slowly turns and mouths: You’re insane.Professor Kim blinks. “Well, that’s not a bad idea. Alright, if there are no objections…”There aren’t. Because everyone knows objecting means getting paired with the guy who thinks a three week group project is something you do the night before.Professor Kim smiles and starts reading off the list. “Let’s see… Mira and Bobby. Zoey and Abs. Rumi and… Jinu.”Zoey squeezes Mira's arm hard enough to bruise.Across the room, Rumi turns to Jinu with a smile. “We’re just that lucky, huh?”Jinu smiles back. “Guess fate wants us to change the world together.”Zoey is trying not to scream. Mira is biting the inside of her cheek so hard it almost bleeds. Back in the dorms, Jinu is sitting on the floor of Rumi’s dorm room editing their slideshow while Rumi scribbles notes in a spiral-bound notebook with a pencil she stole from Zoey months ago and never returned.“This font’s ugly,” Rumi says, peering at his screen. “We’re not presenting in Comic Sans.”Jinu glances up, mildly offended. “It’s Calibri, actually.”Rumi makes a face. “Exactly.”He huffs a laugh and switches it. “Alright, Verdana. Better?”“Much,” she says, nudging his leg with her socked foot.They’re been like this for the past two hours, half working with a playlist humming softly in the background.Jinu leans back on his hands, glancing over her notes. “You know, I kind of like working with you on stuff like this.”Rumi blinks at him, then leans slightly in. “Like group projects?”“No,” he says, glancing sideways at her. “Like life plans.”Rumi stares for a moment. Then: “That’s close to a proposal.”“I’m just saying,” he says with a lazy shrug, “It’s fun just doing stuff together, even with your teddy bears and trains.”“Hey!” Rumi exclaims, lightly shoving him.Jinu laughs, “I’m joking, about the teddy bears and trains. Not the doing stuff together part.”She rolls her eyes, although there was no heat behind it. “You’re lucky you’re charming.”“Extremely.”From outside the room, Zoey is gripping her phone so tight as she tries to not squeal. Mira is next to her with a death grip on her notebook.“I swear to god,” Mira whisper-hisses. “They’re so close I can hear the tension buzzing through the air like static.”Zoey questions, “Do we escalate?”“No, not now. Later? Yes,” Mira mutters, flipping to a blank page of her notebook and scribbling. “They just need one more push. I know it.”Zoey nods, grabbing the notebook from her friend and titling the new page: Final Stage - Spring Festival. 
  5.
 The university’s center is filled with colors and decorations. Paper lanterns strung between lamp posts, food stalls lining walkways, and the smell of bulgogi and tteokbokki filled the air.Rumi adjusts the cuff of her white blouse and steps back from the booth she helped decorate for the festival. Their student club was running a “Wishing Wall” where students could write anonymous messages and tie them to a display of tree branches.Behind her, Zoey, dressed in a light-purple cardigan, sighs hopelessly. “If this doesn’t work, I swear I’ll just legally marry them myself.”Next to them, Bobby says, “Maybe just ask if they’re already dating?”Two pairs of eyes look at him as if he were an alien.Across the festival grounds, Jinu is walking over, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the crowd, until they land on Rumi.He slows down.She doesn’t see him right away, too focused on organizing the markers on the tables, but when she does, her face lights up just slightly. Barely enough to notice, but enough for Mira and Zoey to internally scream.“Hey,” Jinu says as he approaches, standing next to her at the booth. “This yours?”“Mostly. Zoey made me write the instructions in calligraphy. I think she’s trying to turn me into an idol trainee.”He chuckles. “Well, the handwriting looks nice.”Zoey elbows Mira. “You hear that? They’re flirting.”“No,” Mira says. “That’s casual talk. If he said the handwriting was pretty like her eyes, that would be flirting.”“Okay, poet.”Back at the booth, Rumi and Jinu are laughing about something—a shared joke they’re clearly not explaining to anyone else.“I wrote a wish,” Jinu says suddenly.Rumi raises a brow. “What’d you wish for?”He gives her a small smile. “It’s anonymous.”She rolls her eyes. “You’re no fun.”He leans slightly closer, lips near her ear. “What if I told you i didn’t need to wish for it?”Rumi blinks.Her lips twitch as if she were about to say something, but then Zoey practically launches herself over.“Rumi!” she gasps. “I- I forgot the envelopes! You know, for the last-minute submissions? Can you run back to the student lounge and grab them?”Rumi tilts her head. “Can’t you go?”“My legs are noodles! I’ve been walking all day, Mira’s somewhere else, and Bobby’s somewhere in line for hotteok. Please?”Rumi sighs but relents. “Fine. But you owe me a honey bread.”As she walks away, Mira swoops in, grabs Jinu by the wrist, and yanks him behind the booth.“What—”“We’re setting up,” Mira hisses. “You’re going to write another wish and hang it on the front of the wall.”“I already wrote one.”“This one is more… direct,” Zoey says. “Like, ‘I’m in love with Rumi’ direct. Got it?”Jinu stares. “You two are hopeless.”Zoey crosses her arms. “You’ve been crossing the line between best friend and girlfriend for years. We’ve earned this.”Jinu sighs and takes the marker.When Rumi returns, the booth is quiet again, almost everyone has traveled toward the food—Zoey and Mira are “fixing lights” behind the curtain, and Jinu is standing a few feet away, oddly still.“Everything okay?” she asks.“Yeah. I just… added another wish.”She tilts her head. “You’re really milking the anonymity thing.”He shrugs. “Maybe I wanted someone to find it.”Later that night, the petals are still drifting down like snow, and the music shifts to a slow ballad. A group of girls gather around the wishing wall, giggling.“Oh my god,” one whispers, pointing at a wish on the side. “Look at this one.”Rumi glances up.She sees it. A neat slip of paper, hanging off to the side. The handwriting is so familiar.
  |   I already got what I wanted. I just haven’t told her yet.   |
She stares at it.Then she turns, looking around for Jinu.But he’s nowhere in sight.Behind her, Mira is frantically scribbling in the notebook: Stage 6 ? - IDFKZoey leans on her shoulder and mutters, “Please let it happen soon. My heart can’t take much more of this.” 
  +1
 The common room of the dorms is unusually quiet.Sunlight spills in from the windows, painting the rug in warm hues. Mira is sitting cross-legged on the floor, the infamous “Operation Get Rumi and Jinu Together” notebook open in front of her.Zoey lounges on the couch with a roll of gimbap she’s calling ‘dinner,’ flicking between channels on the TV.“I’m just saying,” she mutters, mouth full, “at this point, if that wish wasn’t written by Jinu, I’m dropping out and becoming a monk.”Mira doesn’t look up. “It was obviously him.”“Exactly! So where’s the big moment? Where’s the confession? Where’s the kiss in the moonlight in the middle of the street followed by soft K-drama background music?”Mira gestures at her notebook. “We’ve done five stages. Five. At this point, if nothing happens, I think they might be soulmates who just prefer emotional tension.”There’s a knock at the door.Zoey sighs. “I swear, if that’s Bobby with another existential rant about—”But when she opens the door, it’s not Bobby.It’s Rumi.And Jinu.Holding hands.Zoey freezes.Mira looks up.“...Hi,” Rumi says simply, walking in like nothing’s wrong, hand still loosely linked with Jinu’s as he follows closely behind.“Wait,” Zoey says, voice slow. “Wait. Waitwaitwait—WHAT—YOU—”Jinu blinks. “Are you okay?”“NO,” she almost screeches. “NO I AM NOT OKAY.”Mira scrambles to her feet. “I swear to all the ramyeon we eat—if you’re just holding hands to mess with us, I will drop-kick both of you.”Rumi gives a small smile like she knows something and says, “Mess with you? Nah. We just got boba and figured it was time.”“Time for what?” Zoey shrieks.Rumi grins, amused. “To stop pretending.”Jinu slips his hand from hers and places his arm around her waist instead. “We’ve been dating since sophomore year. We just didn’t say anything.”Zoey short-circuits.Mira drops the highlighter.“YOU’VE—WHAT?!” Zoey screeches this time.“We weren’t hiding it,” Jinu says calmly.“We also figured that if we just didn’t say anything, you two would calm down eventually,” Rumi adds.“Calm down!?” Zoey is pacing in frantic circles. “We built an operation for you two! The umbrella, the group project, the festival—OH MY GOD WAS THE SLEEPOVER FAKE?”“Nah,” Rumi says, “I just wanted to see what you’d do.”Zoey makes an inhumane noise and collapses into the couch as Mira grabs the notebook and throws it at the couple.“We’ve been trying to build the ship,” Mira says as she stares into the void. “But the ship was already sailing.”Jinu hands her a tote bag. “There’s seaweed snacks in there.”
  “Don’t pacify me with snacks!
Rumi starts heading toward the door. “Anyway, we just wanted to stop by to put an end to your whole scheme and drop off some snacks. We’re gonna head back to my room to watch a movie.”Jinu tosses a “see you later” wave over his shoulder as they head out, still hand in hand.The door closes behind them.Silence.Zoey stares at the ceiling. “I feel like I just finished a drama where we were the B-plot the whole time.Mira lies face-down on the carpet. “We were never in control.”Zoey sighs. “I need a nap. And therapy. And a refund on the emotional energy I spent during all this.”“Same”The notebook lies abandoned on the floor, open to the last page, where Mira had once written: Stage 6 ? - IDFK the FINAL PUSHUnderneath, in fresh ink, someone’s scribbled in new handwriting:
  Already done. <3'
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