I feel something strange.
It’s a floating and hazy feeling, somewhere dizzy.
I couldn’t gather my thoughts as I felt myself being drawn somewhere.
But even in that situation, I felt good and I found myself smiling unconsciously.
“Huh…”
Now that I think about it, what was I doing?
I slowly looked around.
The noisy sounds, the lined-up drinks, Ryu-a and Papijoa.
And the guy named Burpee who came a little earlier.
Ah, I was at the Party Hall.
“The preparations are finished, Mollu.”
“Preparations?”
What was he talking about?
Burpee pointed the camera connected to a selfie stick at me from an angle where my face couldn’t be seen.
Only my hands and the upper part of my body were briefly in frame, while the rest was all him.
Ah, I had agreed to stream.
I had decided to stream with Burpee when he said people were looking for me.
With a smile at the regained memory, I nodded.
“…This is okay, right?”
“Of course. It’s totally fine.”
“Hmm…”
Burpee crossed his arms and looked at me for a moment.
I, too, met his gaze and somehow felt good, breaking into a shy smile.
“Ahem! Yes, let’s start the broadcast.”
For some reason, Burpee’s face turned a bit red as he reached for his phone to start the stream.
“Is Ryu-a not going to stream?”
“I’m good…”
“And what about you, Papijoa?”
“I’m good too…”
It seemed like those two were drained as if something had been sucked out of them.
Maybe they were just tired or something might have happened.
“Ah, can you hear me, everyone? I’m at the Switch Party right now.”
With Burpee’s greeting, the broadcast began.
“…I wonder where all these people came from. Did someone drop a coordinate? I’ll activate slow chat for now, everyone. The chat is too fast for me to read.”
“Yes~.”
“…Mollu, you don’t have to respond.”
[Mollu, what’s up today? Super cute lololol]
[I came here because there’s a crazy person from my house]
[The coordinates of the community have already been revealed]
[Just the two of us with this guy… just the two of us with this guy…]
[I might not be able to stand it? I might not be able to stand it? I might not be able to stand it?]
[They say Ryu-a and Papijoa are right next to her, so what the hell did this guy hear]
[I’m so excited right now that I can’t hear anything, lol]
[Just looking at the tension from the drinks, it has ‘midnight broadcast’ vibes]
[That legendary broadcast that’s not left behind for replays]
[Are we doing a driving broadcast today?]
[If I drive now, at least my license is getting suspended]
[Do you even have a license?]
[For real lol, the moderator is drunk]
[There is a separate moderator here, but…]
[Yeah, from now on, this is our room]
[This broadcast has been occupied by the crazy viewers of the cruel faction]
[The moderator had a company dinner, huh]
“Oh, the chat is something…”
For Burpee, who mainly focuses on YouTube, this type of chat firepower was something he had never experienced.
Thanks to his overwhelming subscriber count, he usually had a decent number of live viewers, but never this many, nearing 20,000.
Moreover, all those people seemed to be brimming with energy.
Burpee realized just five minutes into the broadcast that being a streamer and having those fans were not the same in terms of DPS.
“I was going to do a short Q&A with Mollu…”
“A Q&A?”
“Yes, but I can’t help it now. I’ll have to set a subscriber-only chat for now.”
He took a slightly extreme measure.
Slow chat with a subscriber-only chat, creating a double barrier.
It was a tough decision made without regard for public sentiment, but it was effective.
However, Burpee did not know why Mollu’s viewers were called the ‘Boundary Pushers.’
“No, what do you mean by subscription…”
Burpee couldn’t finish his sentence.
For about a minute, the chat seemed to have calmed down noticeably, but the peace didn’t last long due to a sudden influx of subscription notifications.
<Mollu's Yuksu has subscribed for 1 month!>
– Ah, this is a subscription.
“Ah, yes. Thank you for subscribing, Mollu’s Yuksu.”
“Thanks~.”
“Mollu, can you just stay still? I don’t think you should be doing that right now.”
“Yes? Since they subscribed, shouldn’t I react? What are you talking about?”
“No, it’s just…”
“Is Burpee not going to react because he’s a big company? Is that who he is?”
“Mollu is more of a big company, right?”
“That’s the kind of person you are…”
“Why are you trying to interrogate me…”
Burpee turned his gaze away from Mollu and glanced at the chat.
The rate of subscriptions was speeding up quickly, though not as fast as before.
[Yeah, it’s that simple if you subscribe.]
[We’ve taken back our land.]
[Haha, why not subscribe for double the reaction?]
[Are you really not going to see our cute drunk Mollu reactions?]
[This isn’t a daily occurrence,,, Wow,,, I’m missing this chance…]
[So cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute]
[We handle this well…]
Every time Mollu spoke, the chat reacted violently like the stock market reflecting global indices.
She was currently spewing lines in a drunken state.
It felt like having a time bomb next to me.
Burpee rubbed his face with a troubled mind.
“I wish the broadcast would just fail.”
Mobile broadcasting done through a phone tends to get interrupted frequently due to lots of viewers or poor connections.
However, contrary to Burpee’s wishes, today’s broadcast was running smoothly.
Amidst the tsunami of incoming messages, Burpee decided again on an extraordinary measure.
“I’ll just read the donation messages. I’m sorry.”
“Wow… Burpee is going to get rich.”
“I’m not saying I’ll take it all. The ratio is 9 to 1, Mollu gets 9 and I get 1.”
“You all heard that…? Hurry up and send donations.”
Following Mollu’s words, donations started pouring in.
<Lemon has donated 50,000 won!>
<Winia has donated 100,000 won!>
<Sususu has donated 150,000 won!>
…
<Dejawajikimi has donated 100,000 won!>
– Gotta give 90,000 to cute Mollu.
“Oh my, thank you for the 100,000 won donation, Dejawajikimi. If you leave a message for Mollu about what you want to say or ask, Mollu will respond.”
“That’s right~…”
“Aren’t you going to say thank you for the donations, Mollu? Is that who you are?”
“Yes, I only say thank you when I want to. I’ve said it so much, it’s a bit difficult now.”
“No…”
Burpee looked at Mollu in disbelief.
Earlier, she had accused him of viewing viewers as just a money source for not valuing money while she kept this calm demeanor.
[Mollu, you can’t handle it right? You’re already dizzy from the spiciness of her?]
[She’s so indifferent that it doesn’t seem to affect her]
[Mollu/Controversy/Donation/Viewers Insult]
[When she was excited a moment ago, now she’s suddenly resolute]
[This is the taste… I missed this]
[Just do broadcasts every day]
[You were saying you wouldn’t go to the Switch Party, then suddenly you went.]
After that, they received a chaotic stream of donations.
“Ugh… my head…”
I awoke with a splitting headache.
My mouth was parched, and my eyes wouldn’t open properly.
“Water…”
On any normal day, I would have slept more, but I got up somehow due to thirst.
It’s a strange place.
A spacious and white bed.
A soft mattress crumpled here and there.
I must have made it this way while tossing and turning in my sleep.
As I was trying to get a grip on my surroundings, I drank the water on the bedside like it was life-giving, and when I had somewhat regained my senses, I thought: where am I?
What’s this cushion next to me?
Thud—
“Uugh…”
“?”
It wasn’t a cushion, but a person, it seemed.
Now that I look closely, it’s too long and thick to be a cushion.
When I slightly peeled back the white cocoon, a person emerged from within.
“He…”
Ryu-a, smiling as if she were dreaming something pleasant, was fast asleep.
There was only a gigantic bed in the room.
Outside the window, the sun was just now rising slightly.
Why were Ryu-a and I sleeping in the same room?
Ryu-a’s house is in Busan.
The assumption that this is Ryu-a’s house was immediately ruled out.
A TV hanging in front, a small refrigerator beneath it, an office computer and desk.
“Is this a hotel…?”
While I looked around, I realized this place wasn’t overly luxurious but was indeed a quite pricey hotel.
Then why am I here?
My plan was clearly to just hang out with people yesterday and take a taxi home in the early morning.
Now that I think about it, my memory is unclear.
Not to mention how I ended up here, but I can’t recall what happened inside the Party Hall either.
In moments like this, it’s best to slowly piece the events together.
The last memory I recall from yesterday was…
– “Is the drink I’m pouring for you not to your taste?”
– “So you really don’t like me…”
– “Isn’t it the case that big companies like you don’t react? Is that who you are?”
“What is this…?”
There were weird memories mixed in.
