Calling Out Yaru
But you kept sending DMs and even showed up in my stream, interrupting the flow. How can you ignore the goodwill of someone approaching you kindly? Come on, make some actual sense, please.
What kind of "goodwill" is "You'll have lots of guys for support," or "Debut hype will drop you below 10 viewers in a few days," trying to gaslight me like that? Can't you see why I didn't reply to your DMs? Because it was dogshit, that's why.
You didn't explicitly say it was me on your stream, but since I was the only debut last weekend, don't spew that bullshit denial.
For the viewers, I'll show you all the DMs you've sent so far—judge for yourselves. And Yaru, fuck, the reason no one else has said anything up till now is because they just avoided your shitty ass out of disgust, not fear. Get that through your head, please.
The moment I hit enter, it felt like all the pent-up frustration in my chest just burst open. Did you think I'd just let it slide like everyone else?
"Yeon-ah, what's wrong? Did something happen during your stream today?"
I'd worry Noona if I told her, but I should anyway—she's my stream manager, after all.
"Well, it's like this..."
I explained everything that had happened so far to Noona. With every word, her expression grew darker than before, making me wonder if she'd even be able to stream at this rate.
"...So, besides that one DM last time, they've kept coming?"
"Y-yeah."
"What a fucking brain-dead psycho... no, just some pathetic loser."
Noona? Too late to take it back now that I've spilled it all. Still, it felt good having her curse him out on my behalf.
"Anyway, I posted about it, so don't worry too much."
"Oh yeah? I'll eat and write one too, don't stress."
"Huh? Yeah... but you're not gonna write it like that time you were drunk, right?"
"Of course not! I was clueless back then—sorry for real."
I was a bit anxious, but Noona wouldn't post anything that'd hurt me after saying that much.
"Let's eat first. Our little Yoon-ie must be starving."
"Oh, yeah!"
Seeing Noona smile prettily again, I hurriedly plopped down on the floor. Tonight's menu: kimchi jjigae and tteokgalbi patties.
Back when I lived alone, I'd eat rice with just one side dish—no stew in sight. But now with Noona around, I was eating properly.
By now, the notice post and gallery must be blowing up. The gallery would call it prime bait, and the stream community might be a bit tamer but still buzzing.
Guess I shouldn't check the gallery today.
There'd definitely be assholes gunning for me, hating on me just for being a VTuber.
But damn, this kimchi jjigae is so good.... When I get married someday, I gotta find someone who cooks like Noona.
"Haa... that was delicious."
Leaning back against the bed after eating, a pleasant drowsiness washed over me.
"Sleepy?"
"Nah, just feeling lazy."
Noona smirked cutely at my sprawled-out self and started clearing the empty dishes.
"Our Yoon-ie always goes all limp like a cat when she's full."
"Do I?"
Come to think of it, since this body, I do feel extra floppy after eating. Or was I always like that...?
"Then rest up."
"No, it's fine. I'll help."
I got up to follow Noona and started gathering plates.
"It's okay."
"Let's do it together today. You always cook and wash up."
"My little sis is all grown up now..."
Noona looked touched, set down the dishes, and pulled me into a tight waist hug. Wait, she did this earlier— not trying something weird again, is she?!
"W-what the hell, suddenly?!"
"Our Yoon-ie's saying such sweet things—I'm so moved."
To anyone watching, she'd look genuinely touched, but her hands on my waist started wandering suspiciously.
"H-hey, Noona? You really moved?"
"Duh. Why?"
"Your... hands keep slipping under my clothes?"
"Just petting my good girl."
Don't you usually pet the head for that? I tried to squirm away desperately, but her grip was firm.
"D-don't you pat the head if I'm good?!"
"Psh, I've petted your head plenty."
"That's such bullshit logic...!"
No matter how much I protested, her fingers slipped under my thin t-shirt, fiddling with my back.
"Stop, stop! Enough for today!"
Dead serious—no more today. Once a day was exhausting enough; twice would wreck my mental health.
"Aww... fine, then you do the dishes?"
Thankfully, she sensed I meant it, pulling her hand out with a pout.
"Haa, got it."
Noona helped carry the last dishes, then flopped face-down on the bed, fiddling with her phone.
Doesn't that feel uncomfortable? My chest gets squished and it's awful. I was tempted to tease her, but if I said it out loud, she'd grope me mercilessly like last time.
After finishing dishes, I turned to see Noona grinning slyly at her phone while prone on the bed.
"Noona, what's got you smiling like that?"
"Huh?"
As I crept to the bedside to peek, she quickly switched screens and looked at me.
"Oh, nothing. Just Reels?"
"...Reels for real?"
"Yeah. Wanna watch?"
I definitely glimpsed it wasn't Reels... Her shameless face made me drop it.
"Lie down next to you and watch."
I lay cautiously beside her with a dubious look. Noona naturally draped an arm over my shoulder, tilting the phone my way.
"Cute, right?"
"Yeah, super cute."
A puppy rolling on its back played on screen, but that wasn't the point. It was kinda uncomfortable prone with Noona, but her patting my shoulder made my eyes heavy.
"Hnn..."
"Sleepy?"
I nodded faintly, and she set the phone aside, gently stroking my hair. Eating then sleeping makes you gain weight... wait, since when did I care about that?
"Sleep?"
"Mnn..."
Some weird noise escaped, but my eyes wouldn't open. Wonder what Noona posted in the notice... Guess I'll check tomorrow morning.
Just straight-up wrecked him without backing down lmaoooo
Notice is pure savage Teto but noona says she's crying << So egens, straight-up cutely pathetic