Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: My Boyfriend Explanation Meeting (1)
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"Tired..."
"Me too... I really can't move a single step."
After the confession, we just kept lying there on the sofa.
We hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, but the atmosphere had us tipsy all the same—my head was spinning, and I had no strength left in my hands or feet.
My heart, which had been racing like mad, had finally called it quits and gone on strike, and as the adrenaline high faded away, my fingertips started to tingle.
"...Who knew just passing along one little message could drain you like this."
"...I can't even see straight."
"That's why I told you not to cry."
"Easier said than done."
Myth had her face buried in the sofa cushion the whole day, too.
It felt like we'd confessed at sunset, but before I knew it, the thin crescent moon up in the sky was winking down at me.
How many hours had passed? Strength finally returned to my body, and I managed to sit up.
My head was still a bit woozy, but at least I could move now.
"My head's still spinning..."
"Want some medicine?"
"Nah. I'm good."
Even with her face smushed into the cushion, she must've sensed me moving—Myth wriggled around a bit.
Then she flipped over in one smooth motion and plopped her head right onto my thigh.
"There. That's my medicine."
"Pfft. Aren't you being a little clingy?"
"You hate it?"
"No. Stay as long as you want."
"Heehee."
Oh man.
The girl lying on my thigh, looking up at me like that—she was my girlfriend.
It had happened plenty of times before, but now that we'd officially redefined our relationship, the emotions hit even harder.
"You hungry?"
"I don't feel anything, but... skipping food altogether might not be great?"
"No stream today?"
"I declared a week off for my schedule break, so no need to force it."
"Viewers think you're in Busan. Won't this stir up rumors?"
"Should we head down then? That hotel suite was pretty nice."
"Weren't you staying with 'our seed' or whatever?"
Oh right.
Myth closed her eyes and furrowed her brow like she was pondering.
Hmm...
She let out that cute little thinking hum, and after a moment, her eyes snapped open like she'd figured it out.
"Just book another one."
Yeah, sure.
I figured it was some genius idea.
I pressed down on her head, kneading it—not hard enough to hurt, just a nice massage.
"Aaaah..."
"...I've been meaning to say, you spend way too freely."
"Do I? But honestly, I've got more money than I know what to do with."
"...Hey. No matter how much you've got."
"Wanna see my bank account? This isn't even all of it—"
"Hey, you don't just flash your bank info like that."
"Ow."
Another light knuckle rap on the head.
Myth grumbled that it was fine, but I let it go in one ear and out the other.
Even if we were dating now, wrong was wrong.
Who does she think she is, trying to show her bank account to some random guy(?).
"You can show me that stuff later. No rush."
"Hmph~. So when's 'later'?"
Myth flashed a sly grin.
"...Don't make me say it."
"Eeeh~. Took seven years for the confession—how long for that~?"
Myth smiled like she was genuinely thrilled.
'That' thing.
Just thinking about it made my heart pound.
...I'd nearly burst during the confession—how was I supposed to survive that one?
The thought scared and excited me in equal measure; I found myself grinning like Myth without realizing it.
"Just wait, you little punk."
"You won't make me wait too long, right?"
"Depends on you."
"Oh? Guess I gotta step up my game then."
"How's that gonna lead to what you want?"
"Worked for getting that confession outta you, didn't it?"
Myth lifted her head off my lap.
In a flash, she switched positions—spread her legs wide and straddled my lap.
Whoa, what the— we weren't even married, and here she was pulling this shameless pose.
My face heated up instantly.
Her scent hit me all at once, her full weight pressing down, her face right there staring straight at me.
Forget lovers or whatever—this was way too stimulating for someone my mental age, fresh out of high school.
"Gotta crank up the intensity from now on~."
"...Seriously, my heart can't take it. Please stop."
"We've leveled up on one front, so this side's gotta catch up. No choice—deal with it."
No clue where to look. As I sat there speechless, Myth spun back around, pleased as punch.
Now she was leaning back against my chest.
She reached out an arm, grabbing the remote.
"Not heading down?"
"Whyyy~. I'm your girlfriend. This much is fine."
...Hard to argue when she puts it like that.
Sigh, fine, whatever makes her happy. Myth flicked on some random channel on the TV, then started tapping away on her phone.
If that's the case, why turn on the TV? Background noise, I guess.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Oh, just something quick."
I didn't pry further.
Unlike me, a freelancer without a proper job, she was a proper VTuber with 5 million subs.
Lots of people to message, lots to do.
Or maybe just ordering dinner.
"Ack."
I rested my chin on top of her head.
She flinched like it tickled but stayed put, not hating it.
Yeah.
She really was my girlfriend.
Hitting me all over again, my chest fluttered.
"Never thought my first girlfriend would be a 5-million-sub VTuber."
"Pretty great, huh?"
"Yeah. But this unease won't quit."
Saying it out loud brought the anxiety creeping back.
Wasn't the confession enough to shake it off?
I worried how viewers would take it.
If Myth's momentum stalled or her channel tanked because of me, I'd collapse and bawl my eyes out.
"It's fine."
"Huh?"
"Everything's gonna work out."
"...Yeah."
Myth leaned back into me a little more.
Like she was trying to smother my worries, assert that I was right here.
"Anyway, let's keep the dating thing under wraps for now."
"Ah."
Myth froze at my words, looking awkward.
What, did she want to go public right away?
"Um... why? We could just announce it. Viewers would understand."
"Even so, I was bedridden months ago, and mentally I'm still a college freshman. No confidence standing in front of 5 million people."
"Ah, ahaha... Yeah, that's scary. B-but I'll help you out, so it'll be okay...?"
What the.
Her reaction was straight-up suspicious, beyond fishy.
I couldn't see her face, just the back of her head, but her panic and anxiety radiated from it like I could grab it.
"Hey."
"Y-yes!"
Myth snapped to attention in her seat.
Something's off. She hadn't stiffened up like this since the alchemy fiasco.
What the hell had she done to freak out this bad?
Wait. No way.
A chill crawled up my spine.
Anxiety, fear, fluster—every emotion fired off wildly.
"What'd you do?"
Stretch.
I reached past the back of her head and pinched her soft cheek.
"Aaaah!!!"
"Don't tell me it's what I think."
"Eek, aaah!"
"Hey! Gimme the phone!"
I lunged for the phone on her thigh, but Myth yanked it like a pro gamer, dropped it to the floor, and kicked it under the TV stand.
How's that for moves?
She turned to me with a smug grin, but I flicked her forehead lightly and dug into my pocket.
"Idiot. I've got my phone right here."
"Ack!"
Myth's eyes went wide in panic.
I unlocked my phone, half-dreading, half-knowing...
"...Myth."
"Yes."
I froze solid.
Myth peeked at me cautiously, then slid to the floor, knelt, and raised both hands high.
Ah, seriously.
What now?
I covered my eyes with one hand after seeing the single post on Inbyeol.
"Hotel's the best..." Myth had left the hotel suite. We were lying on the bed, soaking in that heavenly fluffiness. When unnie suddenly posted about missing her husband, we just shrugged it off. Hey, after waiting seven years, wanting even one more day together made sense. "Kuhhh. What to eat first." Like we'd struck it rich, we swirled our wine and eyed the feast on the table. Steak, ramen that cost 50,000 won a bowl, chapagetti with pork belly, and more. 'Thank you, Legend-ssi.' Thanks to you, we've got this massive suite all to ourselves, unnie handed over her card before leaving, so we can order room service to our hearts' content. Felt like we had it all. Unnie said not to worry about the limit and spend freely or she'd get mad, so this much should be fine. 'Alright, steak first.' We raised our knives. The blade sank into the steak so smoothly, the texture alone had us in bliss. Wow, insane. Juices poured out the second we cut, that nutty meat aroma tickling our noses. Dry-aged steak, right? They said it might have a funky cheese note, and damn, it did. "Insane." This couldn't possibly taste bad. Right as we speared a perfect slice with our forks, hearts pounding... - Bang bang bang bang bang!!!!! Someone was pounding on the suite door like a maniac. No way. Who smashes a hotel suite door that hard? Not staff, for sure. Robbers maybe? Heard overseas hotels get hit by them a lot. Gulp. We instinctively grabbed our steak knives and crept toward the door. "...Who's there?" - It's us! Us! Voices from the staff we'd come down with. Oh, just Jiye unnie. "What's up, unnie? Something wrong?" We opened the door, and in poured Jiye and the rest of Myth's staff. Her hand clutching the phone shook like it was on vibrate, her face pale as a ghost. Damn, we were seconds from devouring that delicious steak. What the hell happened? "L-look at this." Jiye unnie wasn't the type to freak like this. We took the trembling phone and peered at the screen. Clang. The knife hit the floor.
"I-is this for real?!"
"...Yeah. Gotta be." Ah, figured we couldn't keep it hidden long. Guess this is how it goes. Myth unnie's latest Inbyeol post.
Seeing it, we clutched our heads. ...Unnie, you said no accidents. Looks like this suite's our last day here. Goodbye steak, goodbye room service, goodbye suite. Another headache strikes true to form—we gripped our heads.