Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Snores... Snoooore...
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Aaah.
I finally woke up fully.
Myth stretched her arms waaay out.
Glancing at the time, it was already 10 a.m. She'd cleared four horror games in exactly 16 straight hours.
Sunlight was sneaking through the studio blinds now. Myth confirmed it was time to wrap up.
“Alright! That's day one wrapped! Cleared a total of four horror games.”
💬 Live Chat
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Good work!
Wow, when did she even do four?
Speaking frankly, staring at that avatar killed my game focus.
For real ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ This could turn into straight grinding hell if it goes wrong.
Showing those armpits is legit tempting AF.
Thanks QWER-nim!
Myth smiled contentedly at the flood of chat messages.
Post-5-million-sub milestone, this was peak live viewer count with matching chat firepower.
Foreign fans mixing in turned the chat into glorious chaos, filling her with satisfaction.
Yeah, this is the reaction you get for an avatar like that.
Well deserved.
“Myth'll be back in exactly eight hours~. Ending call at the New Year's bells?”
💬 Live Chat
ㅇㅇ That's the national rule.
Sinha Sinha!
Please bring that avatar tomorrow too.
“You bet. But it's season-limited, so soak it in now? Alright, Sinha~ See ya later!”
💬 Live Chat
Sinha Sinha!
See ya soon ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Day 2 collab-heavy?
QWER: Good work.
(Emoticon)
(Chat filtered by moderation.)
Huh.
Right after signing off, amid that torrent of chats and emotes, your message stood out crystal clear. Or was that my imagination?
The stream ended, and exhaustion crashed over me.
…Getting old—16-hour marathons are no joke anymore.
“Sis, good work? You okay?”
“Yeah… Ate enough, took breaks lying down, so not too wiped.”
“Says the one who looks ready to collapse.”
“Haha. Might not pull this off next year.”
“No overdoing it. Heading out now?”
“You know me best, Yuuri. But you good to drive?”
“Unlike you, sis, I napped midway. Fresh as can be.”
We chatted while twirling the car keys on my finger.
I gave a wry smile.
“Sorry. Wish I could drive.”
“Given what happened, fearing the wheel's understandable. Plus, even if you could, driving post-16-hour all-nighter? That's criminal, sis.”
“True that.”
“Drowsy driving is a hard no. Never forget, even later.”
After Legend's car crash, cars made me nauseous for ages—no outings, just streams.
That debut year's killer schedule stemmed from it.
Viewers wouldn't know, but the first horror rush? Year-end trauma kept me up, streamed till blackout.
But hey, much better now.
Still can't grip a wheel, but riding's a breeze.
‘And now you're here anyway.’
Past? Irrelevant.
All that matters: your eyes are open now.
“But now your eyes are open—daily visits still?”
“Wasn't going with eyes closed.”
If no accident, eyes open or not, I'd visit daily.
‘Cause I like you.
Wanting to see you every day's natural.
Emotions hop wild.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Tucking away feelings unspoken.
“…Agh. Ptoo.”
“Hm? Something up?”
“Nah. Too sweet.”
“Didn't say much?”
“Your face shows every emotion, sis. Occupational hazard.”
“R-Really?”
Practice expressions for max facial capture, but that obvious?
Face heated up.
We sighed wearily in unison.
“Anyway, let's go. Stay too long, messes tomorrow's stream. Quick greet-and-go?”
“Uuum… Yuuri.”
“…What, sis. Scheming again?”
We eyed Myth skeptically.
That face: her 'over-the-top request' look.
Today's gonna be rough too.
I hung my head.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
Stream off.
I flopped on the bed, staring at the black screen.
What to say.
Dreamlike.
‘Or maybe it was a dream.’
Pinched my cheek to check—sharp pain yelled back.
Ouch. Real deal.
Rubbing the stinging cheek, I basked in the lingering thrill pounding my heart.
People loving my model this much.
It filled me with uncontainable joy.
“Self-esteem definitely topped up.”
So this is why creators create.
Eyes closed, savoring those chats—knock at the door.
“Who is it?”
Weird.
No one's due today.
Parents busy with work, Myth probably crashed post-stream.
Doctor maybe?
I got up, opened the door.
“Hi…”
“Huh? Why're you here? You must be beat.”
There stood Myth, eyes hollow with dark circles.
I grabbed her wrist quick, pulled her inside.
16-hour live—how'd she even get here?
“Whoa.”
Then Myth, losing balance from fatigue, collapsed into me.
I caught her tight.
Her soft, delicate frame—nothing like a guy's—flushed my face.
…When'll I get used to this cherry-strawberry scent?
Feigning calm, I said,
“Idiot. Nearly hurt yourself.”
“Ehehe. Sorry. Kinda wiped, guess. Back when I was a kid, five-day all-nighters were fine…”
“Get in quick. Don't fall again.”
“…Seol-ah.”
!
Heart thumped wild.
She'd been dropping the family name lately—knew it, but each hit packed a punch.
Not a kid anymore, yet freaking over no surname.
…Mental age still 19, huh. January 1st not here yet.
Maybe I am a kid.
Myth leaned into me, looking up.
Heart went rogue again.
Ah, face probably red.
I whipped my head away.
Get it together, Legend.
You just caught her from falling.
Don't read too much into it.
“Sorry, legs gave out—mind carrying me in a bit?”
“Uh, y-yeah. Sure.”
I tried lifting her bridal-style, careful.
Problem: her clothes bunching up.
…Can't lift like this. What now?
Then her head bonked mine.
“Hey, wait—.”
“Snooore… Snoooore…”
What? Already asleep?
Ridiculous, but made sense.
No one's fine after 16-hour stream.
Getting here was impossible to begin with.
Dilemma.
She's out cold—gotta get her inside fast.
I checked her sleeping form in my arms.
“Snooore… Snoooooore…”
…Definitely asleep?
No reason to fake.
I bent carefully.
Slid one arm under her knees, gentle not to wake.
Lifted princess-style.
“Heave-ho.”
“…!!!! Sno, snoooore… Snoo, ooo…”
Huh, big squirm just now.
Lifted too rough?
Apologizing inwardly, I hurried her inside.
She's zonked—needs a bed, but where?
Rollaway under mine's too hard for deep sleep.
Sofa? Looks uncomfortable AF.
One option left.
“Really sorry.”
I eased her onto my bed, where I'd been lying.
…Hope no smell.
Shower daily, but all-day bed… uneasy.
No choice.
“Snoooooore… Snoooooooore…”
More relaxed now? Breaths longer.
Long inhale, long exhale.
Face flushed hard—fever? Touched her forehead.
“…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Wait, way too hot!”
Whoosh sound? Imagination.
Yanked hand back—fingertips burned from seconds' touch.
Call doctor? Turned for jacket—phone rang behind.
*Riiiing riiiing ri ri ri.*
*Riiiing riiiing ri ri ri.*
Myth's phone? Should I answer?
Turned back to check—call cut off.
Nothing urgent?
Headed for doctor again—rang anew.
♬♫♪♩♪♬~
Different tone—multiple ringtones set.
“Jeez, calls every time I try leaving.”
Approached to silence it without waking her—grabbed half-out phone from her pocket, checked caller.
📱 Incoming Call
『Manager Yuuri』
“Manager Yuuri—quirky save. The airport lady?”
Dull blonde, petite manager.
Perfect timing—answered.
—Hello? Sis? Why the sudden—
“Hello?”
—…? Legend? That you?
“Yes. Met at the airport.”
—Right. Something wrong with Myth sis?
“Yeah, sky-high fever, passed out on my bed suddenly. What to do?”
—….
Yuuri pondering?
Brief silence.
Then,
—When'd the fever start? From when you first saw her?
“No, seemed fine at first—spiked after laying her on my bed.”
—That's all?
“Uh… Touched her forehead to check temp?”
—….
Silence hit.
Thinking? Or issue?
Her soft breaths over the line, then,
—…Ah, got it. Heading for the doc?
“Yes.”
—No need. Sis gets a quick fever spike lying on a bed post-long stream—her thing. Leaves her be, she's fine.
“That's a constitution?”
—Shocked me too. World’s wild. Anyway, she's asleep there—I'll pick up later. Till 5 p.m. okay?
“Huh? Sure?”
—She'd need another 16-hour tomorrow if up. Wake now, no real rest, hurts stream.
Made total sense.
16 hours ain't cakewalk.
Kicking out my visitor for rest? Guilty.
Nodded reluctantly.
“If so… yeah. No choice.”
—Thanks for understanding. Around 5 then.
“Thanks.”
—Oh, and hold off naughty stuff. Sis plans brutal next four days—can't drain her stamina.
“…We're not like that.”
—For real?
I clamped my mouth.
No words.
At least for now, fan-broadcaster. Wanted to believe that.
—Well, good then. Take care.
Call ended.
Glanced at Myth again.
“Snoooore… Snoooooore…”
Fever down per Yuuri? Complexion way better, breathing steady.
“Seeing you sleep makes me sleepy too.”
Sleepless days catching up—drowsiness crept.
Thought of pullout bed under hers, but nah, might wake her. Sofa it is.
Firm give cradled my back.
Good call skipping sofa for her.
Eyelids drooping in sleep's pull, last words:
“Night, Myth.”
“…Snooore.”
Somehow that snore felt like reply—silly thought as I drifted off.
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