Drunk Broadcast! The Side Dish Is a Black History Nightmare
Kang Yura had confidence in how much she could drink.
She’d been born into an environment where alcohol was practically unavoidable, after all.
How many people in her life had tried to get her drunk and then do God knew what to her?
To protect herself from people like that, her tolerance had naturally climbed higher and higher.
So when she first met Lee Harang today and kept getting hit with this strange, creeping sense of defeat, she’d absurdly thought, At least in terms of drinking, I’ve got this one.
Which was hilarious, really—
“No, seriously, five bottles of soju is insane!”
“Is it?”
“Yes!”
And then even that tolerance lost.
He said he wasn’t much of a drinker. Said he could only handle five bottles of soju.
Kim Junsu and Kang Yura both stared at Lee Harang, who’d said it with such a calm face, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world, and felt as if they were being shamelessly lied to.
Could someone really say they can’t drink and “five bottles of soju” in the same breath?
Sure, maybe if you were talking about some legendary alcohol tank who’d been baptized in liquor since birth. But for a normal person, five bottles of soju was absolutely the mark of someone who could hold their booze.
For a second, they wondered if he was just flexing, but looking at his face, that didn’t seem to be it.
If this were an act, Lee Harang shouldn’t be streaming—he should be off becoming an actor.
In truth, Lee Harang meant every word.
Because back when he’d been Chu-Harang, he could drink even more than that, but ever since becoming Cheon-Harang, his tolerance really had dropped.
The body of Cheon-Harang remembered a limit of five bottles.
So Chu-Harang could only conclude, Guess this body doesn’t take alcohol well.
And that was how he ended up committing a kind of deception without actually trying to deceive anyone.
“Haa.”
Was she stung by that?
Kang Yura set her glass down with a sharp clack and filled it again.
Then she drank three straight shots without any side dishes at all, and perhaps the liquor had started to hit her, because she turned to Lee Harang with a huffy complaint that sounded almost like a sigh.
“Do you really have to take everything and leave nothing for anyone else? Does that make you feel better?”
Grumble, grumble.
At her pouty expression, both Lee Harang and Kim Junsu widened their eyes.
This is…
Is she throwing a drunk tantrum…?
Kim Junsu had shared drinks with her plenty of times, but this was the first time he’d ever seen Kang Yura like this.
“You’re pretty, your personality’s good, you’re amazing at games, and now your tolerance too….”
She really was drunk now.
The heat of the moment had made the alcohol rush to her head faster than usual.
That was why she could say these things while borrowing the courage of drink.
“Even another woman—no, I mean, even any woman would be jealous of you, so… be confident, okay?”
She’d learned about Lee Harang’s past from GreenWiki.
Seeing that history overlap with her own, she’d wanted to say something comforting to him.
If she’d been sober, it would’ve been hard, but with alcohol backing her up, she could say it without worrying about embarrassment.
As someone who’d suffered through something similar, she knew all too well the power of comfort she’d once received herself, and that was why she felt she had to offer the same to him.
At her words, Lee Harang smiled and nodded.
“Thanks.”
And as if returning the favor, he took the bottle in both hands with polite care and topped off Kang Yura’s empty glass….
The Byeolsu were at it again with their nonsense.
As if swept up by the whole drunk-broadcast atmosphere, the viewers started spamming incoherent, booze-soaked chat too.
And as if he’d been infected by the delirious energy of the chat window itself—
“Can I have a drink too—”
Kim Junsu quietly asked to be poured a glass like Kang Yura.
Lee Harang flashed him a fresh, bright smile and said,
“Pour your own.”
What, do you not have hands? Feet?
The look in his eyes practically cursed him out.
Kim Junsu was immediately shut down and turned into a sulking mess, sniffing as he poured his own drink.
Leaving Kim Junsu behind, Lee Harang kept tending to Kang Yura’s drinks.
[MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturdaySundayGuy donated 50,000 won]
Can you go ah♡ and feed YuraYura a bite, Sangnangja?
Go on.
We want something a little more intense for our yuri production!
Lee Harang glanced at Kang Yura, silently asking, Can I do it?
They’d only met a few hours ago.
But the power of money was magnificent.
Kang Yura, having successfully read the look in his eyes, answered with a look of her own.
Go ahead.
If it was for business, this much was nothing.
“Ah♡”
“A-ahhh~.”
Still, once they actually tried it, both of them were trembling all over.
I’m going to crawl out of my skin…!
This wasn’t her kind of character at all, and she was losing her mind over it.
But she was already drunk, and five ten-thousand won wasn’t exactly pocket change.
For that price, this much reaction wasn’t even that hard. She could do it.
So Kang Yura and Lee Harang shut their eyes tight and gave the viewers the full, syrupy yuri performance they wanted.
“Mmph?!”
The moment Kang Yura bit into the wrap, she nearly teared up from the heavy blast of garlic and chili bursting across her tongue.
She barely managed not to spit it out.
What the hell, was this supposed to be punishment food or something…?
How many raw garlic cloves and cheongyang peppers had he stuffed into that wrap?
After somehow managing to swallow it, Kang Yura finally couldn’t hold back her alarm.
“Are you trying to poison me?!”
“Huh?”
Lee Harang looked genuinely puzzled, as if he had no idea what the problem was, and started building his own wrap.
When she saw him pile in garlic and peppers without a second thought, Kang Yura shut her mouth.
He wasn’t messing with me on purpose…?
Lee Harang, still looking as if he didn’t understand what the issue was, ate his wrap with obvious enjoyment.
Seeing that, Kang Yura gave him a warning.
“Aren’t you making it way too spicy? You’ll wreck your stomach like that.”
“Is it? When you eat meat, shouldn’t it be about this level…?”
At his innocent tone, Kang Yura lost even the energy to push back and simply washed the spice from her mouth with more alcohol instead.
Just then, Kim Junsu, who’d been sunk in silence, cautiously lifted his head again.
“I like putting lots of garlic and chili in my meat wraps too, so if you ca—”
“I’m not okay with it, so make your own.”
Being the kind of person who took care of others and actually feeding some bastard a wrap while going “Ah~♡” were two completely different things.
She’d gladly say ah for a woman, but Ang was strictly off-limits for a guy.
Kim Junsu, who’d been hoping to sneak in a little self-serving pleasure by using the alcohol-softened state of their senses, was knocked out cold.
Kang Yura looked at him with deep disdain and chewed on a carrot to soothe the lingering burn in her mouth before asking,
“What kind of main content are you planning for Sangnangja’s channel?”
At that, Lee Harang, now tasting sashimi drowned in so much vinegar sauce it was practically becoming pickled, answered,
“I think the game stuff will probably be the main thing, since that’s what I’m most familiar with.”
Just doing chatty variety streams would feel a little boring.
But going out of nowhere and doing beauty content based on his face alone was out of the question.
Eating shows? He could eat pretty well, sure, but he wasn’t on the level of the real monsters.
Cooking streams? He knew how to cook a little, but only home-style dishes, really.
As a main pillar, every option felt a little lacking, and he didn’t have enough to try anything truly novel either.
So he planned to make gaming the core, then do cooking once in a while and enjoy trying all sorts of things on stream.
“It might end up being a bit of a jumble, but I figured I’d be a little greedy for once.”
He’d lived his life enduring and giving up.
Now he wanted to try things because he felt like it, even if he failed at them.
“Nothing wrong with that.”
Kang Yura nodded as if she liked that.
“Let’s do collabs sometimes too.”
After streaming with him today, she couldn’t believe he was a beginner—the guy had a surprisingly good instinct for broadcasting.
If she did a collab with the Sangnangja channel, it would be good for her too, and above all, streaming together was just plain fun.
It was strange that he was a man she could touch without any discomfort, and since he didn’t feel like a man at all, the psychological barrier was low.
She found herself thinking that, maybe, she and Lee Harang could get along really well from here on out.
“In that spirit, should we make a toast?”
“Sure.”
They clinked glasses with a bright chime and threw it back in one go.
“Ah~.”
Was she drunk on the mood? Or was it the alcohol?
Kang Yura found herself, without meaning to, trying to feed food to Lee Harang.
Only afterward did she realize it wasn’t very dignified, and her cheeks burned, but—
Since the Byeolsu were loving it, she decided to endure it and call it good streaming material.
She’d already started anyway.
More than that,
He made me eat that punishment wrap, so I’ve gotta pay him back.
She was the type who paid back what she got.
From an angle he couldn’t see, she slathered on a ton of wasabi and fed him the meat.
No matter how well he could handle spicy food, wasabi’s heat was a different beast.
She’d fed it to him hoping to wring some tears out of him, but—
“Hooah~! As expected, meat fed to me by a beauty is an exquisite delicacy! This must be why the powerful indulge in junjiyukrim.”
Unlike Kang Yura, who was bad with spicy food, Lee Harang seemed to handle it beautifully.
Still, after eating that much wasabi... even someone who liked spicy food should’ve shown something, shouldn’t they?
Her competitive streak flaring, Kang Yura kept trying to stage more “ah♡” business-yuri attacks with Lee Harang, but every single one failed.
At this point, shouldn’t he at least pretend it was spicy?
Frustrated that nothing was going the way she wanted, Kang Yura grumbled and kept knocking back glass after glass.
That was the mistake.
Late hour + broadcast fatigue + drinking from frustration.
Those three factors reacted together, and unlike normal, Kang Yura woke from the alcohol haze to find herself asleep in the women’s nap room.
Did I fall asleep...?
She usually paid careful attention whenever she drank, so this was a first.
How long has it been?
Dimly, she could hear Kim Junsu’s voice from outside.
He sounded like he was doing his broadcast shtick... but the room was dark, and she could see the night sky through the curtain, so it didn’t seem like she’d blacked out for too long.
Instinctively, Kang Yura reached for her phone to check the exact time—and then she noticed something strange.
“Huh?”
Someone was curled up in her arms.
No, more precisely, she was currently hugging someone tight to her chest and using him like a dakimakura.
She sucked in a breath and hurriedly looked to see who it was.
“Mmnh...”
It was Lee Harang, sleeping with an angelic face.
Looking at him, a memory she’d almost forgotten came rushing back.
She’d kind of hoped the blackout would just keep going, but her brain had gone and reconnected the film reel all by itself.
Drunk out of her mind, she’d said she was going to lie down for a while, and that he’d make a great hugging pillow for a good night’s sleep, then forcibly dragged Lee Harang into the nap room.
I-I want to die...
Just thinking about the viewers having seen that made her want to close her eyes and never open them again.
Then—
“Mm…?”
As if sensing her troubled breathing, Lee Harang slowly opened his eyes.
Their gazes met naturally.
Gulp.
In the heavy, awkward silence, Kang Yura swallowed dryly.
She felt an obsessive need to say something, but when it came time to speak, she had no idea what words to use, and all she could do was move her lips helplessly—
“P-please go easy on me.”
Apparently misunderstanding everything, Lee Harang squeezed his eyes shut and said that.
Kang Yura had no answer for that.
She truly… felt like if there were a mouse hole nearby, she would crawl inside and die.