I clearly remember the moment I entered the Party Hall and how I somehow dealt with the people flocking to me as if to challenge me.
After that, my memory becomes hazy.
But the sporadic memories that floated up clearly indicated that I had done something.
“Given the nonsense I was spouting, it seems I must have been drinking…”
Why did I drink something I hadn’t even bothered to touch deliberately?
As a memory brushed past my mind, I turned my head.
“Mmnya…”
The culprit was soundly asleep right next to me.
I had no thoughts of blaming her. It had been an accidental incident, and it was my fault for drinking without confirming what it was.
That aside, Ryu-a was the one who managed to stay completely sober in my vague recollections.
She must have consistently observed my disgraceful behavior right next to me yesterday.
She would have had a decent understanding of what transpired.
I shook Ryu-a awake.
“Umm…! Hmm…!”
As I shook her continuously since she didn’t wake up at once, her expression changed moment by moment.
She frowned, making uncomfortable sounds, which turned out to be more amusing than I expected, so I continued to shake her.
It was a moment when Ryu-a was producing spontaneous responses like a toy that makes sounds when pressed.
“Keuk… Ugh.”
Ryu-a, who had been wrapped up in her blanket, suddenly unwrapped herself and caught my arm, which was shaking her awake.
Had she always had the habit of sleeping with something to hold onto? She pulled my arm into her embrace.
“Uh.”
Her body was already weak.
I felt like I wouldn’t be able to win even against an elementary school student.
With the alcohol still in my system and not having the strength to resist, it was natural that I was being drawn into Ryu-a’s hold.
“It’s warm…”
There was no one around me shorter than I was.
Ryu-a was at least 5 cm taller than me, so I ended up hugging her.
My face was buried in her neck.
“Wait, wait.”
How did I end up in this situation?
I could sleep a little longer like this, but it was far from the original objective.
As I tried to escape Ryu-a’s embrace, she tightened her hold on me as if not intending to let go.
Using her legs, she wrapped around my remaining body parts as well.
She seemed to have a habit of hugging something while sleeping, like a large stuffed toy or a body pillow.
I didn’t want to know that much about her sleeping habits.
“Um…”
“Umm…”
“Wake up…”
Even when I called her to wake up, she didn’t budge.
As I struggled to move, the more I did so, the tighter she pulled me in, making it more like I was rubbing against her in her embrace.
What should I do?
Was there a good method?
While I was contemplating, one idea came to mind.
However, I was uncertain if it was the right approach.
I knew well enough that I wasn’t in a position to be picky.
I coiled my body to move slowly.
Positioning my face towards Ryu-a’s face.
Looking at her soundly sleeping face, I thought this also seemed too much.
But what else could I do?
I couldn’t just stay like this all day.
I lifted my head toward Ryu-a’s side.
And while she was lying defenselessly, I gently blew air into her ear.
“Huung…?”
There was a reaction.
She shook her head slightly and frowned.
Once more.
This time, I blew more forcefully and for a longer duration.
“Hiik…!”
She let out a small scream and buried her head in the blanket.
Almost there.
I pulled back the blanket and did it again.
“…Hiiyaaaak!”
Ryu-a, waking up and making a strange sound like a cat hissing, opened her eyes wide, clutched her ears in confusion, and soon looked shocked at me.
“W-what are you doing, Ji-eun?”
You wouldn’t let me go, so I had no choice but to blow air into your ear.
I was too weak to escape.
Saying that felt too pathetic and a long-winded explanation, so I decided to skip it.
Instead, I thought one phrase would suffice.
“Did you sleep well?”
I smiled gently as I looked at Ryu-a’s inexplicably flushed face.
“Did I really do that…?”
“Yeah! You were super cute, although a bit scary.”
Ryu-a’s recollection of my behavior from yesterday was something I would never have done if I had been sober—things too hard to even speak of.
However, the more I listened to her, the more I found memories I didn’t want to remember returning, adding credibility to the story.
“Sigh…”
I was full of cute antics, extreme emotional fluctuations, and forceful drinking persuasion like an oblivious manager towards someone who didn’t want to drink. On top of that, I was whiny and clingy.
Just hearing that made me sadder as I imagined how hard it must have been for those around me.
As someone who hates causing trouble for others, I decided I needed to apologize to everyone who suffered because of me, including Jackie’s team.
However, this horror story didn’t end there.
Ryu-a said she had to carry me into the hotel because I had fallen asleep.
As if I had fainted, I must have exhausted myself at the Party Hall.
Hearing that made me lower my head in guilt towards Ryu-a.
“It’s fine; you weren’t heavy at all.”
“I’m sorry… It won’t happen again.”
“Really. Ji-eun, how much do you think you’d go out? You need to gain a bit more weight.”
She was unnecessarily nice.
I knew well that all this was said to alleviate my guilt.
Perhaps it showed on my face, as Ryu-a mumbled something.
“…I actually kind of liked it.”
“Huh? What did you say?”
“Nothing, never mind.”
It seemed Ryu-a had said something small, but I couldn’t catch it.
I lacked the courage to pry further.
Even if she had just insulted me right in front of her, what could I say?
Having caused so many inconveniences and having her carry me home instead of leaving me passed out on the street was more than enough for Ryu-a.
Wanting anything more from her would be like asking the one who saved me to hand over their belongings.
Right, everything’s fine.
Let’s think positively. Fortunately, everyone around me right now are good people.
If I apologized for what happened yesterday, they would likely receive it with smiling faces.
The embarrassment from my disgraceful behavior? That’s fine too. If I toughened up, it would be easy to deal with.
I would become someone who could laugh off comments like “You did that, didn’t you?”
There were no issues.
Except for one.
I took out the phone that was in my right hand.
As soon as I opened the internet, my fan café welcomed me.
Even without looking at the screen, I could guess what kinds of posts were piling up.
I had anticipated it since I began to hear about what happened yesterday from Ryu-a.
“…”
I accessed the fan café and quickly skimmed through the posts.
The café had already turned into a hellfire.
The community members had been adhering to the minimum etiquette based on the rules I set, but if the café was burning like this, what must the community be like?
I already felt dizzy and quietly closed my eyes.
The so-called Eo War gallery, where the so-called pure fans of Mollu gather, who pride themselves on only watching Mollu’s broadcasts.
And the internet broadcast gallery where the topic of internet broadcasts rises now and then.
Since yesterday evening until this morning, the two massive galleries had been continuously pouring out discussions about one particular person.
<So why doesn't the gal host show her face?>
The streamers who met the gallery host today said, “They’re all so pretty, I was so surprised, they look like celebrities,” so why not reveal their face?
If they show their face, the broadcast will get more popular, and the ugly haters will dwindle, so it’s all good.
ㅇㅇ: You’ve written it above, the broadcast gets more popular.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Why’s that?
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Wouldn’t there be more people who dislike the broadcast even now that it’s popular?
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Ah
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: (deep realization)
<Is this real? Is Mollu actually pulling this kind of female move?>
Are you doing it on purpose? Are you trying to see me lose my mind? Are you deliberately trailing off your words, acting cute, waving your hands, shaking your chest, and giggling like a child?
ㅇㅇ: Isn’t she just drunk?
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: She was drinking, they say she had a cocktail before coming.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Even being a lightweight is a charm point;
ㅇㅇ: Her drunken habits were indeed cute.
<To Mollu, who might see this post>
If you don’t turn on the camera for the broadcast tomorrow, I’ll hack the café and initiate a DDoS attack.
I really mean it; I get things done when I say I will.
ㅇㅇ: A guy who gets things done when he means it ㄷㄷ;
ㅇㅇ: But what if she doesn’t even turn on the stream tomorrow?
ㅇㅇ: Well… If you DDoS the Naver café, won’t your life be ruined?
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Just let it be~ They seem to be enjoying it.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: DDoSing Mollu’s café and eating some prison food wouldn’t be a bad trade-off ㅇㅇ.
<Honestly, I think she should turn on the camera once>
What on earth did these people witness? Show me what they saw!
ㅇㅇ: At the very least, a Dullahan cam would be nice.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: For real, the tournament times were the best.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: The tournament rules were the fairy type…
Aside from that, the galleries were filled with all sorts of discussions surrounding Mollu’s ‘face’.
