Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Frontline (11)
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After heading back from the company, the next day I received the storyboard for the project.
The revised storyboard incorporated plenty of insights and grievances from the frontline staff who'd been working there. As I scratched my head looking it over,
honestly, I didn't have much of an eye for this sort of thing, so it was hard to tell. It didn't look all that different from what Myth had made, but there were a ton of changes—like scenes shuffled around out of order, effects resized or altered, and all sorts of other tweaks.
"Myth. What do you think?"
"Hmm... They didn't change much. Makes sense, though—pros in the field are bound to handle direction better, so I say we trust them with it."
"So it's good?"
"Yeah. But I've been wondering since last time—if it's insert footage like this, don't you basically have nothing to do? Usually, they'd just edit clips from interviews."
"That's true, but this is gonna be the finale for the Hyperwatch tournament. Looks like they're going with a concept where the heroes do the interviews themselves."
"...Ah, that sounds super fun. They probably have all the character models on their end anyway—"
"I'm just making the maps. It's what I do best, right?"
"Pfft—you're best at making 'me.' Anyway, the storyboard looks great."
Myth nodded approvingly after skimming through it too.
Well, in that case, all I had to do was dive in and send over the results in real-time as I went. With this workload, maybe a week of twelve-hour days?
'The section chief must've taken a liking to me.'
I'd been half-considering grinding out twenty-hour days, but I could see spots where they'd deliberately lightened my load.
Maybe they saw me as a kid, but hey, less work meant more time for Myth, so I wasn't complaining.
Alright, time to get started—
Zrriiiing.
A piercing gaze stabbed me from behind.
She used to hesitate even entering my room, but after the Sara incident last time and sharing the bed the other night, Myth seemed totally at ease coming and going now.
My space was gradually being overtaken by Myth.
Honestly, it didn't feel bad. Just... a little weird.
Myth was rolling around on my bed in her usual short hot pants and a thin shirt.
"You wanna stay here?"
"We've got twelve hours till your evening stream anyway. Am I in the way?"
"Nah, it's not that, but you've got nothing to do."
"Heehee, watching Seol work is way more fun than TV for me."
"...Stop flirting."
"Hey, I'm serious. Go on, ignore me and get to work."
Something felt off. But I couldn't afford to keep fussing over Myth.
My plan was to wake up an hour before the other staff arrived and rack up some progress ahead of time.
I plugged in the program they'd distributed.
"New tools are always welcome."
"What's that, a Hyperwatch character line?"
"Yup. How's it sound?"
"Hahaha, not even close."
As we chatted, I fiddled around with the program. It was their in-house tool, but hey, it's all human-made—nothing revolutionary.
Just a bit more user-friendly, with a ton of texture assets.
It was nice how a quick mouse drag pulled up some solid textures.
'Racing screen, simplify the whipping-by backgrounds, airport, and ocean.'
I started mapping out plans in my head and got the mouse flying.
The sound of the mouse gliding over the pad, the whir of the cooling fans, the heat radiating off it.
She couldn't see anything but his back and the chair propping it up, but just watching made time fly for Myth.
'They say guys look cooler when they're absorbed in work. It's true.'
Love was truly mysterious.
Just yesterday, she'd wondered if she could love him more—and today, seeing her love grow even deeper felt so sweet it bordered on sickness, and dizzying too.
Seol's unique cocoa-scented body odor tickled her nose, and even just pulling his blanket over her now felt thrillingly different, stirring her chest.
Tak, tak. The keyboard clacks drew her to lean forward, stretching her head and upper body off the bed to peek at Seol focused on his screen.
'Others say he's not even that handsome.'
In Myth's eyes, he was the handsomest man in the world.
Then again, what did looks matter? Sure, they weren't irrelevant, but she didn't fall for him because he was handsome—she found him handsome because she loved him. Looks had nothing to do with it.
On the monitor over his shoulder, the project piled up bit by bit.
'Making an airport?'
A vast floor-to-ceiling window, something like a flat open plain beyond it. Runway and planes flying overhead—it had to be.
Watching the airport take shape minute by minute made her realize anew just how incredible Seol was.
'Seven years ago, he made 'Myth' without skills like this. It's insane every time I think about it.'
That this man was her boyfriend, creating content just for her—it was always Myth's joy, pride, and happiness.
Of course she'd love him without these talents, but good was good, right?
Myth glanced at her phone.
'Already two hours gone.'
Two hours just lying there watching Seol? Felt like ten minutes. Incredibly addictive.
She stared at Legend's back, resenting how his eyes never met hers despite her burning gaze.
No, she knew he was busy working. And she knew better than anyone he was doing great...!
'Huh, this feels kinda... lonely.'
Sharing the same room, same space, on the bed where he slept—and he wouldn't even look at her.
It hurt a little. No, a lot.
Such a small thing, yet loneliness suddenly struck her heart.
Come to think of it, this was the first time he was making something not for her, but purely for others. Sara's map or the music video didn't count since she was in them.
'You've got such a cute girlfriend right behind you, and you won't even turn around? That's too much.'
Her initial hurt shifted to a spark of anger.
She knew. She got it. He was doing the right thing...!
"Ahem."
For the first time, Myth cleared her throat loudly. She'd been holding even her breaths to avoid disturbing him—this was her biggest noise yet.
Of course, she knew his focus wouldn't break at this, better than anyone—but you never know.
Would her loneliness reach him?
"Hmm... This here like this, that there... No. Gotta consider flow too. Better ask."
Of course, Legend hadn't heard a thing in his concentration.
It was loud to her, but even without focus, he'd likely miss it.
Myth pouted slightly.
Normally she'd leave him be since it was for her, but working for others while ignoring her started feeling off.
This time, she grabbed her phone.
And started tapping aggressively. Tok, tok-tok, tok-tok-tok.
To "Us."
- o m n o r a e o m n o m
- m y u n m u l e o m i;
- m a p j e o r a e a e [m r a e o n l m e
Us: Sis? What's up all sudden? Hacked?
Of course, with nothing to say, she was just mashing keys. Tapping hard, but Legend didn't twitch.
...What to call this? She felt like his work had netorare'd her boyfriend.
After that, Myth tried more things.
"Ugh, hmm. Maybe grab some water."
She went back and forth for water, hit the bathroom, pulled back the curtains, stomped her feet a bit louder.
Regrettably, Legend's superhuman focus didn't budge—he kept moving his hands, eyes glued to the screen.
"Ugh... Uuuugh...!!"
By now, Myth was going crazy.
She didn't want to straight-up interrupt his work, but she craved his attention so bad.
Childish, primal emotions melted her brain sweetly.
At the 3-hour-30-minute mark, unable to draw his gaze, Myth finally surrendered.
Her hand stretched out tentatively, grabbing his sleeve.
"Hey... Seol..."
"Hey... Seol."
I turned at the tug on my shoulder.
There was Myth, eyes glistening slightly, looking up at me.
"Huh?! What? Something happen? You crying?!"
"N-No, it's not that..."
Myth fidgeted, eyes darting around.
Her face flushed a bit, and her fingers gripping my sleeve crept further, now touching my arm directly.
She was always so composed—this was rare. Was something really wrong?
I tilted my head in confusion, and Myth forced the words out, swallowing her embarrassment.
"Y-You're working great and all, but look at me a little too."
"Eh-."
Myth demanding affection so bashfully hit harder than expected.
It wasn't the first time, but this felt raw—like her impatience was transmitting straight to me.
'Ah, was she hoping I'd glance back while working?'
Nailing the truth, I couldn't hold back a grin.
Always the same—being loved felt special every time.
My chest tickled, mood lifted, even my aching eyes from the grind felt refreshed.
Getting this love meant giving it back was boyfriend duty, right?
"Up you go."
"Eek?! Wait, Seol!"
I slipped hands under her side and knees, lifting her easily. She was so light, no strain.
I laid her on the bed, wrapping her legs around my thigh to pin her. No escaping.
Arms planted on either side of her head, caging her completely.
Her face heated up in real-time. Mine felt hot too—probably matching.
"S-Sorry... for bothering you. Go back to work."
With things this heated, she'd snapped back to sanity, arms coming up to my shoulders.
Pushing away, yet nails grazing like she was begging me to stay.
This push-pull paradox made her even cuter.
"I started an hour early, so it's fine. Everyone takes ten-minute breaks—I haven't yet, so no one's gonna complain."
I leaned down.
Myth looked up till the last second, eyes locking so close before softly closing hers.
This brief detour from work was too sweet.
We stayed like that for a good while.