Bathroom Broadcast Blunder and Fan Cafe Birth
While I'm in the bathroom, here's something to tide you over—today's playlist, handpicked by yours truly.
I filled a glass with tap water and headed back to the table when a new chat popped up.
Nicknames like that usually come from big-corp types pulling off a goofy concept. Does that mean I'm one too?
No way. I brushed that thought aside early. Better to focus on today's grind than chase pipe dreams.
Speculation and greetings started flooding in. This was probably everyone who was coming.
I set down the glass and plopped into my seat.
"Aah, can you hear me?"
"What're we doing today... hold on." I tapped the keyboard to pull up the schedule.
Part 1: Just Chatting. Part 2: Puzzle game. Part 3: Freeform.
A flawless timetable, no room for argument.
"No! I'm good at puzzles! Honestly, didn't we clear yesterday pretty quick?"
"Fair enough, you guys always roast first and ask questions never. I've already priced out the dental work from yesterday's pubg."
"That's what you say now. One look at this game and you'll change your tune."
Our back-and-forth was in full swing when—chime! The upbeat donation alert hit my ears.
"Doubters everywhere. Watch me. Calm before the storm."
Whether you're trash or I am, results will tell. I wanted to boot the game right then, but Part 1 was set.
"Alright, sticking to the plan. Today's topic is..."
Oh crap, gotta pee. Cola, water—watching Patrose's stream, I'd been chugging and forgot the bathroom in my focus.
"Bathroom break first. BRB."
They were having fun without me, like good boys. But no burger storms? Gotta hurry before Minburger forms.
I dashed to the bathroom and back.
"Phew... now I can live. Huh?"
The chat was in chaos. No burger spam when I stepped away? What happened to make it blow up like this?
The culprit? My mic.
"Huh? For real? You heard that?"
Basement studio curse. Embarrassing sounds leaked through the mic.
Chats trickled in cautiously. Embarrassed? Hell yeah. Peeing in front of a thousand people.
But streamer life, right? And honestly, felt like bantering with bros—not mortifying.
"C'mon, how long you gonna harp on that? Stories get boring on repeat."
Yeah. Gukbap solo eatery wouldn't cut it—too common. Trend: guys peeing live. My rugged army image fit perfect.
"Fine, fine. Bathroom break bros it is."
Then—boom!!
"Huh? No way..."
Noinjeong— donated 10,000 won!
"(YouTube link)"
"Aigoo! What a thrill!! Thank you!"
I shot up and bowed deeply. No cam, but big money deserves manners.
What's the link? Clicked it.
"Shorts? Uh, nothing dangerous, right?"
Plays...
"Psycho?"
Aigoo, foul language slipped. Couldn't help it—they'd clipped and uploaded my pee sounds already.
"What the—kid? Pee! Poop! Makes you happy?"
Grumbling got the chat exploding instead. 'Viewers love getting slapped.' Some adage rang true.
"How long on this? Can't we move on? Got a training camp CS gas centipede story ready."
Chat boiled for different reasons. Army tales were gold, but why so fresh? Dudes supposedly had nothing else to talk about, yet women loved 'em here. One even whined for more yesterday.
Feedback rules. Pivoted.
"Yeah, overdone lately. Other stories?"
Chime!
"That? Water pressure? You love dirty talk..."
Cheers erupted. 1,000-won punches surged.
"Not that fun tho... Studio apt, mic picks up everything if on."
"Yep. Basement studio. Pubg careful too. Got warned last night."
"Rich? Never claimed that."
Brief silence. Oh no. Hated this vibe—wanted bro energy.
Chime!
Nokgodong donated 1,000 won!
"Gotta give Taemin 1k ㅠㅠ"
"Aigoo, no need! I'm good!"
Chime! Chime! Chime!
"Guys, seriously! Keep slipping me cash like this!"
Bliss! 1k stacking up. Like touching demonic arts in wuxia? Tempting to milk it, but cap it—longevity first.
Chatting with randos from home is fun anyway.
Enough. Mouse to donations off.
"Donations closed. Time for Part 2."
"Don't go! Pubg I couldn't think. Pure puzzle? I crush 'em!"
My pick: London backdrop, silk-hat gent and assistant solving cases. Iconic mystery game. World flipped her to top-hat lady, but whatever.
"Earth's smartest Ttaemin, ON."
Mock me now. Results will judge.
...
"No encouragement...?"
Failed. Bragged no chat peeking—viewers dipped. Silent genre + no-talk = disaster!
But Lee Tae-min, pillar of the nation. Pros finish what they start.
"Eureka! Answer's this!"
Typed it. Top-hat lady pondered, covered eyes with hat. Fail again.
"Aaaah!!"
"Mission!? Where!? Someone sees my genius, tests wisdom—"
Mission: Be Dumb
Prize: 5,000 won
Time Left: 30:00
"No."
Accepted anyway.
"Nooo!"
Pain hit, chats surged. Dawn, sleepy BGM, chat-hidden mode—miracle activity.
My sanity eroded live.
"Stop! Stop!"
Chat barrage dazed me. Vowed: puzzles for horror punishment only.
...
But pro streamer. After 10 grueling hours, ending.
Sun unknown rise celebrated.
"Ah... aaah... freedom..."
~300 souls in dead-of-night room. No missions, no punches, but grateful. 300's solid.
"Aaah... everyone... thanks for sticking it out. Truly grateful..."
Day off. Sweet poison sword. Deadly for male streamers—stacks suspicion.
Over limit? [Real-time Ttaemin day-off excuses lol] [Only I was real?] [Male streamers lie except breathing lol]
Gravedigger for both. Absurd now—I loved streaming.
"No day off. See you at 10pm tomorrow."
Claps via emotes. Modest cheers. Bit sad—no chump change after hell.
Korea's essence so harsh. Wrap humbly—
"Ack!" Forgot—blocked during pee-gate.
Unlocked—1k flood!
Aaah! Korea's essence so warm!
"Alright! Tomorrow's schedule then wrap!"
Too good! Reacted, end stream prep.
Then—not chime, but fireworks boom!
"Whoa, scared me!"
Noinjeong— donated 50,000 won!
"Gasp! Thank you! Noinjeong Balttop Kkakki Doduk Ttaemin-nim!"
Awkward nick? Who cares! Money's always right!
Pocket fat, TTS hit:
"How 'bout fan cafe for announcements?"
"Fan cafe?"
Knew it—streamer hub. Thought too early for me.
But win-win. 'Extend chat life, game recs too.'
Multi-rabbit hunt.
"Great! Wake up, make cafe, post notice! Sound good!?"
"Dirty talk gets instant ban!"
Clean 10-min mute, stream end.
Tomorrow's task set: Fan cafe.
Shaping up as a real streamer.