Oji-kom (1)
I hit the broadcast start button and stared at the screen. In the corner of the phone, the channel name was displayed: [Yoon Jung-ah]. Her real name? It sure looked like one.
The chat window wasn't up yet, so it should be fine to say something.
"Hey, is that channel name your real name?"
"Ah, yeah, yeah, it's my real name. I didn't really think of a nickname..."
"Ah... got it."
Hearing my neighbor Yoon Jung-ah's name, I nodded. Yeah, neighbors oughta know each other's names. Mine too.
But... is it really okay to just sit here like this with the stream on? Back in the original world, streamers would scream their heads off alone or dance like maniacs. Not sure about just chilling quietly like this.
"Ah, hi everyone, night stream's on today."
"Ah, hello."
I echoed Jung-ah's greeting. Glancing at the smartphone screen, three chat messages popped up.
"No way! I live in a goshiwon—if I stream from my room, I'll get kicked out."
Jung-ah read the chats aloud while getting pissed, and more started rolling in.
"Like I'd do anything without consent! I told him everything and said it's cool to come out, right?"
"...You said you'd pay me. Never done this before, no clue, but I'll give it my all."
I had no idea what to say, so I just promised to try hard. They said if you're lost, just sit tight... but hey, if you're getting paid, you gotta hustle.
Finally squeezed out a word, and then...
Jung-ah Jung-ah? But is he really a guy? Long hair—ain't a crossdresser, right?
"Huh? Didn't you hear the voice? He's a guy."
"No... this is ridiculous. How the hell do I even clarify?"
How do I fix this? Feels like it's my fault. Sitting there watching chats, wondering what's up—is it my long hair? Haven't cut it properly in years; back's down to my shoulders. Beard... it's real, why doubt it? I rubbed my scratchy stubble and leaned toward the phone screen.
"This is fucking absurd. That guy's a real man..."
"Hey? If I'm getting doubted, wanna let me handle it?"
"Huh?"
Jung-ah tilted her head at me, confused. Just prove I'm a guy—that's it. What's surer than this? I leaned right up to the phone and slowly undid my belt buckle bit by bit.
"Everyone, I'm dropping my pants for five minutes starting now. Believe me then?"
"No, you psycho—I'll get banned!"
Jung-ah tried to stop me as I moved.
Luckily, chat flipped to "he's a real guy." Good enough—I buckled back up.
"Dude... why'd you pull that stunt all of a sudden?"
"...Seemed like I was causing trouble. Fastest way, right?"
"Even so... what if they still didn't believe?"
"Then just think of me as a chick."
I never planned to actually drop 'em. Know my junk's valuable, and didn't wanna be the psycho stripping in public.
"Still... what if you actually had to?"
"Then I'd drop 'em. Not my stream anyway."
"Huh?"
Thankfully, sentiment shifted my way. Couldn't run the show, so left it to Jung-ah and just stared at the screen.
Spacing out at it like an idiot when...
So oppa, what about me? Am I not good enough?
A whopping 10,000-won donation hit. She glanced at me in response to the "what about me?"
"Ah... hold up, lemme head this off."
Jung-ah stepped in front, saying something to viewers.
"Why call a bum like me 'oppa'?"
"Huh?"
Did I fuck up? Just said no way a scrub like me's an "oppa." But everything went dead quiet. Chats flooded with question marks, Jung-ah stared blank-faced. What? If I screwed up, say something—don't just gawk, it's freaking me out.
"Hey... what'd you just say?"
"Huh?"
Jung-ah pierced me with a loaded look. No clue what the issue was.
Holy fuck, jackpot—I just got Oji-kom lines from a real guy?!
Donations exploded starting at 100k.
Insane—only heard lines like that in dramas/games, but from him?!
Real guy confirmed—got wet from that Oji-kom line.
Grabbing lube—flood tonight.
No idea what was happening with chats and dons—I just stared at Jung-ah.
"Whoa, hold up, everyone! Gimme a sec!"
She caught on, leaned to my ear. "Lemme whisper—cool?"
"Ah... yeah, do whatever."
Even whispering needs permission? Whatever, go for it. She murmured into my ear.
"Dude... lines like that are usually from dramas or pros. You really never streamed before?"
"...Huh?"
What the hell? I meant it—I'm a legit ajusshi. Turning 25 this year. Youngish, sure, but no kid. Figured "ajusshi" was the chillest fit.
Didn't know it'd be a problem.
Never thought I'd hear Oji-kom on an internet stream.
That's the real deal?! Only in TV dramas, not here.
Ugh! Can't hold it—cumming!
Chats going nuts, mostly horny shit, but it didn't faze me... so I chilled.
"You crazy fucks! Who said they came? You're banned!"
She grabbed the phone, fiddled. Ban, I guess? If it's just chit-chat, maybe I can help.
Watched quietly, letting the stream roll from the bench.
So oppa, wanna date?
Dating proposition aimed at me. Jung-ah reached for the phone again, but money's money—answer at least.
"Miss, this won't last. Meet girls your age—better ones out there than me. Go for them."
My polite rejection. Even if guys are rare, tons better than a beggar like me. Better than some old fart, right?
Can't take it anymore! Ajusshi, fuck me!!!!!
Chat was on fire. What the fuck... this is scary.