Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Party
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◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Dahye must still be pretty pissed off.
She looks so damn pretty on the outside, though.
She's pouting like a fairy straight out of a fantasy novel, her eyebrows furrowed in a V.
Now it's not just anger—there's a sulkiness to it too.
You know it too, huh.
Now we've got to deal with the aftermath together.
First things first, apologize to Dongbaekyang-nim.
Then call the office, sort things out with Gwak Gwajang-nim who's probably in a panic, and come up with a plan...
Hmm... As HR, maybe a single written apology will cover my ass.
Somehow, that'll work out.
Anyway, one thing's for sure—we can't just stand here forever.
Time to head back to the studio.
But...
Why does that feel so wrong.
I really don't want to go back to the studio.
I don't want to drag Dahye in there and make her bow her head.
Why do we have to?
Dahye did everything perfectly.
She didn't back down, spoke up confidently, crushed the game, and drew flawlessly.
She deserved praise all day long.
Why should she be treated like a criminal?
The bad guys are the trash, right?
So why can't I just bow my head alone?
Damn it, whatever.
"Dahye-ya, wanna just run away?"
"Huh?"
"Work's done. Let's just bail."
"Is that okay?"
"Of course not. But tomorrow's me is super competent, so he'll figure it out."
I ignored all the nagging thoughts.
Like what about returning the costume?
What about my report today?
I have to get back to the office.
Whatever—I'll handle it over the phone later.
For now, I just grabbed Dahye's hand and pulled.
"Wha...! For real? We're really just going?"
I scooped her up—high heels and all—and carried her down the stairs.
Bending low, I opened the car door for her.
"Your ride, milady."
"For real? We're really just leaving? Not even a goodbye..."
"Just get in."
I started the engine and hit the gas.
Where to?
Dahye's too flashy for crowded spots, and there's nowhere I particularly want to go.
Anywhere far from the studio sounds good.
As long as it's not here, it'll do.
"Seonghyeon-ah... Did I screw up big time? Is that why?"
"You did amazing. You worked hard, so let's play hard. Anywhere you wanna go?"
"Um... Somewhere with no people... Absolutely empty."
"We're in Seoul, you know?"
"Let's go home."
Home it is, then.
Tomorrow's Saturday—maybe grab a hotel and have a staycation?
But glancing in the rearview, Dahye looked wiped out. Better head home.
She'd worked her ass off for the first time in ages, held back, toughed it out, and poured her emotions into it all. She was exhausted.
Home's perfect.
No prying eyes, stuff ourselves with good food, crash hard—that's paradise.
"Alright! Homeward bound!!"
"Hell yeah!!"
I yelled, and Dahye threw her arms up, cheering along.
Screaming it out must've helped her mood.
Or maybe she's just happy to escape.
Dahye's smiling now.
Window down, wind in her hair, grinning wide—refreshing as hell.
Yeah. That's it.
That's the face Dahye should be making.
She carried the stream, nailed the interview in one take, drew like a pro—she's the winner here.
Not angry or sulky.
A superhero who took down the villains deserves a smile.
On the way home, I made a few calls.
About three.
"Dongbaekyang-nim, sorry. We headed out first. On our way back now."
[Whoa, already? I was gonna treat you to dinner...!]
I apologized profusely, asked if the stream was okay, and she just chuckled.
Then she said stuff like, "Felt great." "Don't worry about it." "Tell King Rosanne-nim not to feel too down."
And she even asked about Dahye.
Has she been through the same crap for a while?
Maybe she felt the same satisfaction I did.
Glad it worked out.
Next, Dalnyangnyang-nim.
Thanks for the hard work first, then asked about the costume we ditched.
[No worries! Just need someone to help me out of it later. Even if it's damaged, I'll fix it...]
So we settled on me dropping it off at Spinning Dogs' office next time.
Costume cleared.
Now, Gwak Gwajang-nim.
"Gwajang-nim, you monitoring? We in deep shit?"
[No way! It was awesome! You know it's blowing up, right? Sorry to Dahye-ssi, but... she was too cute!]
Guess so.
Haven't checked the internet since Dahye went off, but reactions seem hot.
Makes sense—everything she does turns into clips. Probably a "Dahye Rage Series" by now.
She made tons of fun moments in the Rosanne cosplay. Jackpot for the company.
Swallow the whole community for 20 million won? Massive win.
Company stuff's fine too.
Maybe I won't even need that apology letter?
Everything's falling into place.
We caused a scene and bolted, but it might just be a triumphant return.
Gotta tell Dahye.
"Hear that? All good now. No more worries."
In the rearview, Dahye silently flashed double thumbs up.
Really no worries left.
Streams, cosplay, whatever.
Things are going great—Dahye's future's still bright.
Company's cool.
The 3 million won she was getting? All hers now.
But her mood's still off?
She's smiling, but still looks a bit down.
We've got time today—doing something together should perk her up.
"Wanna do anything? Tons of time—watch a movie at home?"
"No."
"Not feeling it? Let's eat good. You're starving."
"Mm... I want your cooking."
"Name it. I'll make anything."
"Heehee... Anything. As long as it's yours, I'm good."
Toughest order ever.
Gotta make something so good she can't even speak.
I parked, hopped out dramatically.
Went around, opened her door like a hotel doorman.
"Great work today, King Rosanne-nim. I'll take it from here."
"You too~ Hard work~."
But instead of getting out, Dahye wrapped her arms around my neck and clung.
No choice—carried her up.
She wouldn't let go the whole way home.
Sloth much? Killing me.
Beep beep beep beep beep.
Door finally opens...
Home sweet home.
Dahye had this line in Billion Saga.
"No paradise at the end of a escape."
But not today.
Back after just four hours, and it's total paradise.
Whew... Even I'm relieved.
Only now does it hit: Dahye streamed to 50,000 people nationwide.
Every word, every gesture had me sweating bullets.
But here? No one. Safe.
Good call coming home.
I smacked sloth Dahye's butt.
"Dahye-ya. Time to change."
"Nooo..."
Instead of getting down, she leaned in harder, pulling me.
I caught her as she toppled, and we slid to the floor.
Face to face.
Dahye had my neck in a full lock, no release in sight.
"Not hungry? You skipped all day."
"Not at all. Stay like this."
"What's with the face? Still in a bad mood?"
I hugged the sulky Dahye, patted her back, and whines started in my ear.
"Seonghyeon-ah... I hate them all. They're awful."
Second reason coming home was right.
Dahye only whines like this when we're alone on the floor at home.
The badass streamer Dahye is cool, but...
I prefer the one leaning on me completely.
"Agreed. Watching made my blood boil. Thought about suing the bastards."
"You can do that? Then let's sue for real!"
"Back to the station? You cool?"
"You'll come as my guardian. So yeah."
"Let's sue then. I'll find a lawyer."
"Thanks... For apologizing for me, and watching over me today."
"Just doing my job. You worked hard too. Rest up."
"Yeah..."
But gotta separate to rest.
Costume's all wrinkled on the floor, but she won't budge.
Forgot she's still made up—now rubbing her face on my chest.
Thought she held up well, but must've been tough.
Oh yeah, gotta ask what I've been wondering.
"So, how was today? Thought about what you wanna do next?"
"Huh?"
"Cosplay, streaming, whatever. You can do anything. Dongbaekyang-nim and Dalnyangnyang-nim will help."
Quick math: sponsorships alone topped 5 million won today.
5 mil a day? Yearly jackpot.
Plus Dahye's a pro at sitting forever—might out-earn Dongbaekyang-nim.
Or join Spinning Dogs full-time for cosplay. That pays decent too.
Whatever, she'll crush it.
Didn't expect this answer.
"Don't need any of it. Just you is enough."
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