Chapter 122
Chapter 122
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: Feel Free to Be Moved
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"I've been holed up in my room for a while now, that's true, and there were times when meeting people terrified me. But I can't stay locked away in there forever, so even though it's scary, I'm trying to face the outside world."
No one knew just how persuasive the words of a girl who used to lie all the time would be.
But fearing that no one would believe her, she still decided to take that one step forward.
"So please, hold back on that kind of approach. I'd really appreciate it if you didn't even joke around like that."
Seol-a honestly laying out her story didn't miraculously make everyone drop their pseudo-romantic delusions.
On the contrary, the more vulnerable she showed herself, the more those people's obsessions swelled.
— Anonymous Legend isn't physically hurt—her heart's the one that's really aching ㅠㅠ — Anonymous If she came to me, I'd hug her tight until her heart healed.... ↳ Reply Hey, stop writing crap like this ↳ Reply Go hug your mom crying in the master bedroom ↳↳ Subreply If I had that, would I be writing this? ↳ Reply Just die, please But as people learned about Seol-a's situation and actively went after the perverts, those kinds of posts started dwindling.
Normal people have always been the majority. Weirdos are almost always the minority.
It's just that the noisy few stand out.
Like thumbtacks scattered on a smooth floor—they're impossible to miss.
⭐ Top Comment — Anonymous Jeon Jeonseol got into University of Pennsylvania, you fucking bastards (Overseas news clip of the incident)
Those absolute denial guys, cough cough cough! Anyone with eyes can see it's Jeon Jeonseol—no way you can't tell Ivy League member US college ranking #6 US business school ranking #1 The great Legend who attended a school like that — Anonymous Isn't it Pennsylvania, not Pensylbania? — Anonymous Pensalir — Anonymous ? — Anonymous Ah.... — Anonymous I'm American and Pennsyl is right — Anonymous We're not the ones doing Pennsyl, we're the ones getting it, right? — Anonymous Smart kid — Anonymous She didn't even say the college name herself—how are you so sure? — Anonymous If you can't tell from this video, why do you even have eyes? — Anonymous Stop digging up personal info, you idiots — Anonymous Yeah she's smart, but why are you so proud? Family? — Anonymous Legend stan — Anonymous Legend says she never had a fan like you! — Anonymous Rich kid, top uni, gaming genius, beauty—what can't she do??? — Anonymous But she doesn't have Yang Seung-jun from Suwon, Gyeonggi-do — Anonymous Says she'd pass even if you gave him — Anonymous LMAO ROFL — Anonymous That face... a college student???? No way???????? A few other minor incidents spread her personal info a bit more, but since she'd already dropped out, it didn't matter much.
And after that stream, the vibe in Seol-a's broadcasts...
<Whoa, control skills ㄷㄷㄷ>
<Mouse control is insane>
<Snagging that icon in one go>
Just turning on the game got her swept up in waves of praise.
"Hey, you crazy bastards, ease up!"
<Jeon Jeonseol attacks Jeon Jeonseol! Block it!>
<Gasp!>
<Cheering for you~>
But it wasn't so bad.
Seol-a was the type who could soak up unlimited praise.
<Her voice sounds happy?>
<Nah, she loves it lol>
<...What's with that voice...>
<Greatest streamer in history>
<She is Korean>
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Not doing what the other person wants isn't a lack of love—it's obsession.
Seeing the promise Lee Jun made to Seol-a, Victory could finally put his feelings in order.
Like, it'd be nice if she stayed within axe-blade range at 425, but better if she kept out of the 205 handle zone—her subtle distance control was hard for Victory to match, but Lee Jun happily stepped up to it.
Farther than lovers, closer than friends.
It's really just wordplay.
There's no rule saying love has to be closer than friendship, or friendship farther than love.
'I'd like to at least stay good friends.'
They just share hobbies, similar skills, perfect interests, and she's drop-dead gorgeous—getting so shaken and conflicted over that seems pathetic.
Of course, there's probably no one else in the world as close to his ideal type as her, but if romance is off the table for her, he'll have to give up too.
But as her friend, he'll hold down this normal spot without shame.
That's what Victory vowed.
It was still spring—far too early to call it summer.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Seol-a didn't have a car.
She went out so rarely that she'd never bothered buying one.
Lately she'd been venturing out a bit more, but not enough to feel inconvenienced without one.
Seol-yun, on the other hand, had a car.
A pricey sports car that most college students couldn't afford on their own.
As it'd slipped out a few times before, she enjoyed showing off.
Her looks, figure, wealth—she had no desire to hide her excellence.
The complete opposite of Seol-a, who wanted to live quietly and hide everything.
And since Seol-yun adored Seol-a immensely—for now, setting aside what that meant—she happily played chauffeur.
This time, they'd gone to Wooseom's officetel for a joint stream, and now Seol-yun was driving her home afterward.
"Hm..."
"Something wrong?"
"Nah."
It was a lie.
Seol-yun held back, not wanting to shock her fragile sister with the current situation.
A motorcycle had been tailing them since earlier.
Seol-yun deliberately didn't head straight home, weaving her route to shake it.
"Huh? Shouldn't we have gone that way?"
"Wanna go see the sea?"
"Suddenly?"
"East Sea sounds nice."
"Uh?"
Seol-yun took a route out of Seoul on purpose.
The pursuing bike realized it'd been made and peeled off down another road.
Only then did Seol-yun correct course.
"Wait, this is back toward Seoul?"
"Got tired suddenly. Let's go home."
'My sister's weird, but in a good way.'
On the way back to Seol-a's place, Seol-yun agonized a lot but decided telling her was too risky.
Once inside, she sat Seol-a on the sofa, hugged her tight, and broached it.
"Sis, this is pretty important, so brace yourself."
"Why the dramatic setup?"
"A motorcycle was tailing us from that guy's building underground parking lot."
"What?"
"I looped around the city on purpose and even headed toward Gangwon Province. It stuck with us in the city but bailed once we hit the outskirts, realizing we'd spotted it."
"Gasp!"
Seol-yun hugged the startled Seol-a tight and patted her back.
The warmth, the comfort of being together, the security of a sturdy home—thankfully, it didn't trigger a full panic.
"Let's shower and sleep together tonight."
What if Seol-a had taken public transit alone like usual?
What if Seol-yun hadn't noticed the tailing bike while driving?
Chills ran down her back, making Seol-a tremble.
Why is my life such a rollercoaster? she thought.
But above all, it was fear.
"Don't worry too much. I memorized the plate. I'll handle it."
"Handle it? How?"
"Money can fix most things, so don't stress."
Those words should feel reassuring—why did they send shivers instead?
Seol-a couldn't calm down.
"It's fine. I won't step foot outside. That's why we got this fancy apartment, right?"
The next day, Seol-a convinced Seol-yun—who was ready to skip all her classes—to go to school.
Seol-yun attended so casually anyway, it felt like disaster otherwise.
Instead, Seol-a called Lee Jun.
Conveniently, his team had the day off practice.
"I think I'm being stalked."
"What happened?"
"After the joint stream with Wooseom, Seol-yun drove me home, but she said a bike tailed us from his building's underground lot."
"So they know your address?"
"No, Seol-yun spotted it first and lost them."
"Smart move."
Lee Jun thought.
Just as she seemed—smart and capable little sis. No, this was serious trouble.
It didn't feel like a lie or joke.
Too earnest for a prank, and since that stream, Seol-a hadn't bothered fabricating stories.
"Did you report it to the police?"
"Isn't the evidence too thin? Just a few minutes on the dashcam..."
"Still, filing reports builds a record, which helps."
Seol-a's eyes widened at Lee Jun's words.
"How do you know that?"
Over 190cm tall, muscled up—he didn't seem like stalking bait.
Of course, that's a bias.
Men often got stalked by much weaker women, so no room for complacency.
Though in his case, no one knew he was a victim.
"Looked it up because of you, dummy."
Seol-a's greatest fear: crimes in the name of affection.
So Lee Jun had researched stalking long ago.
A prepared pro, you could say.
"Kinda touching?"
"Yeah. Feel free to be moved."
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