Chapter 103
Chapter 103
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: Gotta Raise a Bison Inside
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News about someone too famous has a way of reaching you all on its own, even if you do nothing.
Even without catching the live stream, Lee Jun heard about it from his teammates in less than an hour.
"Hyung, you see Legend noona crying?"
"She cried?"
"Yeah. Apparently, it was over a bug making 50,000 viewers look like 500."
"What the hell does that mean?"
The news was so ridiculous that he immediately checked the clip already spreading like wildfire online.
A voice thick with moisture grew damper by the second until it erupted into full-on bawling.
'She's really impossible to pin down.'
Lee Jun had checked on Seol-a several times and knew her cold had cleared up fast. She'd just taken a break from streaming.
But crying over fewer viewers? He couldn't help wondering what the point was.
Like a total kid who had no clue what consequences her actions might bring—and no readiness to own them.
Kid. Child. No other word fit.
'She does seem like a kid.'
Small enough to duck right behind Seol-yun's back.
Standing side by side later, Seol-a was a whole head shorter than Lee Jun—plus half a head more.
In build? Maybe a quarter his size.
Cute as hell. And surreal that this tiny thing—the monster who'd made him hit a wall—was real. Disorienting, even.
Dog terms? Pomeranian-level destructive cuteness. It stirred his paternal instincts like crazy.
Honestly, though, Lee Jun's eyes kept drifting to Seol-yun.
Tall and leggy, not far off from his own mid-180s height.
A body brimming with grown woman's allure. Eyes brimming with easy confidence.
Being a guy, he'd entertained the odd fantasy about dating her.
But anyway.
Not satisfied with himself as a pro yet. Dating? Out of the question.
Issues like "friend's little sister" came after that.
Lee Jun shook his head to clear the stray thoughts and dove back into practice.
Sure, his unpredictable friend—the walking disaster with the paper-thin mentality—nagged at him a bit.
But his own nose was three feet long. His career mattered more. Practice first.
'She only showed her real self to us.'
On stream, she was always disguised.
Even buff male streamers dealt with robbers and stalkers all the time. For a woman? Terrifying. No judgment on hiding her identity.
But she'd shown her true face to Woo-seung and Lee Jun.
Did that mean she trusted them that much?
Like saying the time those three spent together wasn't wasted.
That made it hard to just leave her be.
She saw them as friends.
Couldn't ignore that.
'I'm no one great enough to lecture others.'
Still, didn't that hot mess of a friend deserve a word or two?
As he mulled it over, the BBQ party invite arrived.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Seol-a's villa, deep in the Gangwon mountains.
Well, technically her dad's. Minor details.
A spring day with no rain and tolerable weather.
The four who'd gathered at the old villa before reunited—this time at the outdoor BBQ spot, grilling away.
"Spilling the tale of that lady grabbing my hair, demanding a donation refund."
Seol-a unpacked her stories in raw internet meme slang, no filter.
The content was so outlandish it screamed fake.
But if true? Nightmare fuel.
A lunatic yanking hair on sight.
'Did I underestimate this?'
Her love-hate with viewers—real contradiction? Or not?
One crowd, many people. Everyone different.
Normal to hate some parts, love others.
Lee Jun scratched five lines off his prepped advice.
The world was full of unknowns until you saw it from someone else's view. Timeless truth.
"Good thing I had the wig on. Nearly ended up with real baldness, I swear."
"World's got too many psychos."
"Seol-yun saved my ass."
"Trust only me, unnie. I'll keep watching over you."
"Hueh!?"
Seol-yun pulled Seol-a into a tight hug. Her two breasts—bigger than Seol-a's head—squished her like mad.
A painting-perfect sister scene.
Wish I could nestle in there too...
Lee Jun fought hard to keep the booze from spilling his true thoughts.
Meanwhile, Woo-seung groaned with a grim face.
Lee Jun had no idea why.
"You okay?"
"Nah, I'm good."
The illness he'd barely shaken after weeks without seeing her was flaring up again.
The assault story especially—felt like he'd been attacked himself. Chest ached.
If he'd been there, he could've protected her.
Frustrating as hell that he couldn't have that role.
Right fix: Stay away from Seol-a. No chats. No closeness.
BBQ invite? Epic fail.
"Way more stories I can't air on stream. You're not streamers, but pro gamers—jobs vibe similar? We click so well."
"Yeah. Hard times? Spill. Might not help, but I'll listen my ass off."
Seol-a smiled, borrowing booze courage for the slightly embarrassing words. Lee Jun wiped his last advice from his mind.
Immature, sure. But grinding for her own answers.
Who was he to play wise elder with his meager life hacks?
"Hehe, thanksies."
Woo-seung frowned at the pair.
Hated admitting it, but they kinda matched.
Then he spotted where Lee Jun's eyes kept drifting.
Glancing at Seol-yun—obvious if you paid attention.
'Hold up. Love square?'
Diagram in Woo-seung's head:
Woo-seung → Seol-a → Jun → Seol-yun.
Truth? Seol-a liking Lee Jun was bullshit. Lee Jun had sworn the year to gaming.
But on Woo-seung's info? That was the chart.
An evening of sinking deep into thoughts...
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The auntie assault wrapped up with a fair medical payout.
Should've been easy to jail her—she struck first. But CCTV caught it all crystal clear.
Seol-yun yanking her off me, then deliberately twisting her wrist to wreck it.
'She treasures me that much.'
I'd always seen Seol-yun as my cute little sis. Turns out way more feral.
Me being this small and fragile...
Playing at my eye level, huh.
Hit home harder at the gym together.
I cranked machines to minimum or close.
Seol-yun? Gasp-out-loud weights.
No muscle showing. How?
Watching her felt like...
Paper doll hitting the gym?
But crushing it?
That vibe?
"Oppa! Eyes where?!"
"Ow!"
Today? Couple—or newlyweds—at the gym.
Guy peeking Seol-yun's workout. Girl stomped his foot.
Her glare lethal.
Seol-yun rocking leggings and sports bra—prime SNS flex fit.
Eyes magnetized? Get it.
Confucian ghost possessing urge was strong, but she digs it. Can't nag.
Guy was gym vet—plates dangling heavy as hell.
Barbell loaded fat for squats. Over 100kg easy?
Eyes meet mine. No dodge—cocky grin instead.
Gonna get stomped by the gf/wife again, though.
But the drama hit after he bailed the machine.
"Hueung."
Seol-yun smirks, slaps on extra plates.
"You serious? You can do that?"
I blurt, startled. Guy whips around.
"???"
"It's cool, it's cool."
Gyms being human turf, heard of weight wars.
But girl vs. guy? Nah.
"Hup!"
Seol-yun squats the bar with a fierce face.
Added 10kg plates each side to his load—+20kg total. Nailed it.
How those slim legs hoist that?
Seeing it? Still unreal.
But the guy who'd just left? Blown away worse.
Gaping at Seol-yun outlifting him.
"What, oppa? Strutting like hot shit, but a girl can do it?"
Girl grilling the guy.
No, normal girls can't.
Need a beast bred inside.
Maybe a bison?