Chapter 148
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 148
Chapter Title: Wedding Invitation Gathering (3)
"I'm your faaan! Please sign this...!"
I tilted my head at the pure white paper thrust right in front of my face.
My fan?
Not Myth's fan, but mine?
"Well now. Never thought I'd live to see this with my own eyes."
"Congrats. You've been dying to meet him, right?"
Ra-yeon unnie clapped, and Myth smiled.
But seriously, who even is this person?
Sure, I had a decent subscriber count—not too shabby on followers either—but those people were all here for Myth anyway.
They weren't fans of me so much as folks moved by the story with Myth.
"Your fan? Not Myth's?"
"Y-Yeah! I've been a fan since your very first stream, Legend!"
First stream?
You mean that one where Yeon-ah unnie helped me out at our place, and I just blanked out, fumbling around before picking one avatar outfit and calling it a day?
That made someone my fan...?
"Your expression looks kinda weird. Is something wrong?"
Was my face that obvious? Yeon-bom asked me directly.
I suddenly wanted a mirror to see what kind of look I was making.
"Haha. Legend still hasn't watched his first stream replay."
"He says he'd die of embarrassment if he did."
Myth had said something like that before.
Every streamer's first broadcast is inevitably a black history mark.
Everyone's first steps are clumsy and embarrassing, after all.
Some might say, "It's your beginning—what's there to be ashamed of?" But embarrassing is embarrassing, no matter what.
'Heh heh. Legend, did you do that voice on purpose?'
'Uwaaaaaah!!! Please! Please never mention it again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
Back in the day, I'd literally been Myth's plaything, tumbling around like that.
The memory of nearly bursting from kicking off the blankets too much was... unforgettable, I guess?
What, you say Myth's first modeling was a mega-hit for the ages?
Modeling was something I'd done from way back, so digging up old stuff now would probably just make a... gross noise or something.
"Oh, really? I thought it was super cute."
"...Thanks anyway. But I don't really have an autograph or anything..."
I took the paper and pen, but now I was stumped on what to write.
I didn't have a signature style or anything.
This was my first offline fan meet, after all.
"Just scribble your name all cool-like."
"That okay?"
"Y-Yes! Signatures don't have a fixed form anyway!"
"Next time I get one figured out, I'll do another for you. For now, here."
Signatures always seem so stylish and swirly in my head, but if a total newbie fakes it clumsily, it'd just look awkward.
Instead, I carefully wrote my name, stroke by stroke, and handed it back to Yeon-bom.
"Thank you! I'll treasure this forever...!"
"No, no. It's not that special."
"Eh, she's just that happy. Loved your Nutuber stuff, Alicia."
"Heh, heh heh heh. So you saw that video. Now I'm embarrassed for no reason."
"Video? What video?"
Myth tapped her phone instead of answering and shoved a video in front of me.
Alicia's VTuber was in it.
- *Sniff*... *Sob*... Such a moving story...
- Thank goodness, *sniff*, it's really thank goodness...!
It was her bawling her eyes out during Myth's "Explaining My Boyfriend" stream.
VTuber facial tracking usually splits into two types.
One captures your face directly on-screen, the other uses hotkeys to tweak avatar expressions.
The direct facial usually conveys emotions better, but even with the toggle style, Alicia's avatar felt raw and heartfelt.
Her shoulders trembling faintly, her whole face quivering—it all screamed the emotion she was feeling.
"It was such a hot topic, I figured you'd seen it too."
I checked the views: nearly 2 million.
"Heh heh. Viewers loved it, thankfully. Hit 100k subs—huge win."
"Congrats!"
I gave a little clap.
Lately, I'd only seen VTubers pulling 5 million, 4-something million, millions of views—not to mention even the youngest on DreamLive like Pony with her 300k or 400k. My senses were numb to it all.
But in this industry, 100k was symbolic.
You could snag a Silver Button trophy thing everyone recognizes, and word was, at that point, you could go full-time pro.
Of course, Myth-level meant raking in tens of millions per ad—walking human corporation.
"By that logic, you're a mid-tier corp on legs, Legend."
"Did I say that out loud...?"
"Nah, just your eyes give it away."
Lie, right?
But she nailed it so spot-on, I had nothing to say.
"Hot dang, that's scary. Can kids read minds from eyes these days?"
"That's the power of love. Unlike you, 35-year-old solo."
"Shut it if you don't wanna die."
"Heh heh. I'm buying the meat—ain't staying quiet."
And somehow, Yeon-ah unnie and Ra-yeon unnie started bickering.
They'd warned to be extra careful around Myth, but then the door opened, and the waiter came in loaded with meat.
"Your A-set order. Ring the bell anytime if you need more."
"Thanks."
The waiter set the meat down and left.
Everyone held their breath at the pink slabs boasting insane marbling.
I'd hit a yakiniku spot in Japan recently, but those aren't usually ultra high-end, so my mouth watered at this top-grade beef after so long.
"You love it more than I thought. Next time, a whole cow..."
"Please, no more scary talk."
"W-Wow...! Real-life lovey-dovey right in front of me...!"
Yeon-bom covered her eyes with her hands, squealing at us.
Wait, is this that swoon-worthy?
As I got flustered by her idol-chemistry-level reaction, Yeon-ah unnie smoothly stepped in to sort things out.
"Okay, okay, meat's gonna get cold. Let's grill. Each grill per person—cook your own. Order more if needed."
Sure enough, one grill per person, like Yeon-ah unnie said.
The neat built-in square ones felt clean and modern.
Old-school spots had one or two big communal grills, but trends must've changed.
COVID era influence, maybe.
"For real?"
Ra-yeon unnie grinned at Yeon-ah unnie's "order freely."
Yeon-ah unnie's face crumpled like a demon's in response.
"Not you, you maniac. Was trying to play nice in front of the juniors, but why drag out my temper...?"
Makes sense—with her age now, it's tough, but in her prime, she'd done absurd content like "Can I solo every sushi on the conveyor belt?"
Devouring the endless rotation solo for 30 minutes was straight-up Jang Banpa swordmaster vibes.
I picked up a piece and laid it on the grill.
The satisfying sizzle and bubbling fat sounds hit just right, stimulating everyone's salivary glands.
I flipped here and there, checked doneness, dipped in salt—
"Here, Myth. Try it."
I handed it to Myth.
These days, at shops or home, feeding each other first had become habit—I did it without thinking.
But I realized quick it was a mistake.
"Whoa~ It's hot."
"Hot dang, this thing's so done it'd cook swinging in the air."
"...(Thumbs up)."
Oh no.
The lukewarm stares from all sides made me flush.
Ra-yeon unnie was actually waving a piece in the air, Yeon-bom had a nosebleed but insisted she was fine while keeping eyes glued.
Myth giggled as she popped it in her mouth.
"Mmm. Oh...! So good. This place is top-notch."
"Right? Unnie brought her fave dongsaengs for a perfect match. Seeing you all reminds me of first meeting my future hubby~."
Yeon-ah unnie, most comfy with us here, closed her eyes to reminisce—
"Ugh, your stories are stale."
"Unnie... We heard that one three times on stream the other day."
"Grab a guy's hand passing by~ Ask for his number~ Ask him out~ Date~ Marry~."
All three cut her off in sync.
Their faces screamed ultimate fatigue—they'd clearly heard it too much. Yeon-ah unnie smacked her lips and focused back on grilling.
I'd overheard bits and was curious, but piping up here felt like begging for a beating, so I held back.
That was another mistake.
I thought we'd just enjoy the delicious meat in peace—
But I'd underestimated these seasoned ladies' curiosity.
Especially about someone else's romance.
"Hot dang, that reminds me—I got a question, Myth."
"Yeah? What's up?"
Ra-yeon unnie's lips curved happily.
Very happily.
"When're y'all tying the knot?"
"Pffft!!"
A ten-grand-per-bite strip of beef flew from my mouth.