It's Not Alcohol Addiction, Right?
“Ah… yeah. No, I won’t drink. What’s so hard about skipping alcohol?”
Honestly, when did I ever say I was a heavy drinker?
The atmosphere at those gatherings was generally cheerful and lively, so I enjoyed the vibe. But the bitter taste of alcohol? I’d never liked it.
Right off the bat, the vodka went down like fire—nothing about that felt enjoyable. It was just a harsh kind of alcohol. Still, paired with chicken it cut through the grease nicely enough, but straight down the throat? In my right mind I’d have refused it.
Even so, drinking made me feel good, and now I was being denied that feeling.
Somehow… it felt pretty disappointing.
Was that what was coming through in my voice?
The viewers caught it right away and each one reacted in their own way.
Half the chatters were teasing, half were trying to comfort me. The reactions were actually the friendly ones I usually liked, so I was fine with that. But even so, I was still hurt inside.
Drinking makes me feel good, not the alcohol itself. Alcohol is just a tool. The thought that I could be an alcoholic was ridiculous.
Still, when I tried to push back directly, the viewers kept chatting while half-believing me. And it turned out their guess was right.
I’d spent nearly ten thousand won buying that vodka. Throwing it away felt like such a waste.
And the reason people drink? Simple.
“No, look. Most of you don’t like studying, right? There are some who do, but a lot of you got good grades because you studied, or you liked the rewards that came with them. It’s the same thing. I don’t like alcohol itself, but the feeling that comes after does.”
Just the happiness that follows it. Patience is bitter, but the fruit is sweet. Alcohol itself isn’t good, yet the viewers keep misreading me.
Ah, I get why they’re joking around. I know exactly how to separate the real harms of alcohol.
If something could give me that good feeling without any side effects, I wouldn’t even need to drink.
Even so, the viewers were twisting my words to their own advantage. Had my trustworthiness really dropped that low?
Ah, maybe it was my appearance. I was still a full adult, but… my petite 144cm build, youthful face, and soft voice probably made people overprotect me.
Plus I had a physical issue—losing a foot, that prosthetic. Once they knew, the worry only grew.
So I needed to explain my actions more clearly. It was kind of them to worry, but worrying too much drained them unnecessarily.
Some viewers were still in denial. It looked like it was actually working, though.
Time for the simple conclusion.
Still, they weren’t buying it. Had my trust really fallen that far?
Ah, it stung that I was treated like Jae-min. The way they couldn’t accept basic gaming knowledge, and now this… It was really disappointing.
But this was content, so I could keep going with the viewers. Still, my mood wasn’t great.
Let’s do it.
Let’s prove I’m not an alcoholic.
“Alright, I’ll do it right now. Can you see the search bar at the top of the screen? We’re switching to broadcast mode.”
I turned on the internet, projected it onto the broadcast screen, and clicked the search bar—right before I typed anything.
A few viewers had already noticed my recent search history.
Mostly things about LoC: how to apply for health check-ups, counters for Aylaoi, LoC community sites, wheelchair price ranges…
Nothing special. But they’d seen the very bottom one.
How was I supposed to handle this? The chat was getting louder and more chaotic, and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. I just stared blankly at the monitor.