Netkama Punch!!!

And so, the day before the user meet-up finally arrived.
After that whole “baby” comment from Shin Heejae, I’d been on high alert, ready for whatever crazy stunt he might pull, but weirdly enough, things were quiet. Too quiet. No suspicious deliveries, no bizarre antics—it only made me more anxious.

'What the hell is he scheming…?'
I lay on the bed, glaring at the back of Shin Heejae as he streamed. Of course, with his back turned, he didn’t notice my death stare and just kept focusing on his game stream.
“Am I going to the meet-up tomorrow? Yeah. I am.”

I heard him respond to a viewer’s question. It was a topic I couldn’t ignore, so I quietly slipped in my earbuds and pulled up his livestream on my phone.
[HeejaeTV… Streaming live now.]
As usual, his stream was packed with losers with nothing better to do—already nearing a thousand viewers. The chat was insanely active. Half of it was garbage, but there were plenty of questions about him too.

'What’s so fascinating about Shin Heejae of all people?'
LIVE Chat:
● Face reveal when??

● I’ll give you 50k won if you show your face
● Put a mission up and show your face lol
● Heejae, what time are you coming to the meet-up?

● Did you get an invite too?
● Why don’t you stream with Yuna anymore? lol
● They broke up, obviously

I glanced at Heejae’s back again, then refocused on the chat as it kept flying by.
“Yeah, I got an invite.”
Heejae kept ignoring the clickbait questions and continued streaming like a pro. But then, out of nowhere, my name showed up in the chat.

LIVE Chat:
● So Kim Seyoung’s gonna be there too, huh?
● Heejae, are you a Seyoung fan?
● Just look at his alt name lmao

● ‘SeYoung’sHusband’
● Don’t touch Seyoung!!!
● You were a fan from Season 1 too? Lol same

● Poor Seyoung T_T
I flinched—until a few minutes passed and I realized they weren’t talking about me. Apparently, a girl group with a member named “Seyoung” had been invited to perform at the event. The official site had just listed it as a [Special Idol Stage], but it seemed word had already spread among the players.
Then, even though Heejae had been ignoring stuff just fine until now, he suddenly started chiming in on the topic of that idol named Seyoung—who shared my name.

“I’m not a fan of Joo Seyoung. It’s a different Seyoung, okay?”
LIVE Chat:
● Who?

● Is it okay to say ‘I’m not a fan of Joo Seyoung’ out loud…?
● Get ready, IAI stans are gonna flood this place now lol
● Do you have a girlfriend, Heejae?? Unsubscribing

● Then who the hell is the fake Seyoung?
“What do you mean fake? My noona was born before that Joo Seyoung chick.”
'You insane bastard! Shut the hell up!'

Because we were in the same room, I had to hear that line twice in real time. And even though he never turned around, it felt like he knew I was watching his stream. As if to drive the nail in deeper, he added:
“My noona might get the wrong idea if she hears this, so if you keep bringing up that group, I’m banning you. Got it?”
'Oh fuck right off…'

I cursed under my breath, then indignantly typed something into the chat.
LIVE Chat:
Totally lying ❯

But before I hit send, I noticed—very honestly—that my username was showing my real name. So I didn’t send it. The chat was moving fast, but if he spotted it, he’d definitely pull the “Noona, are you watching my streams now too~?” line. No thanks. I scowled at his back and exited the stream.
He kept streaming for about thirty more minutes before wrapping up and finally turning around. I pretended to be focused on my phone game, ignoring his gaze.
“Noona.”

“……”
“You’re going to the meet-up tomorrow, right?”
Sure, I wouldn’t mind getting the free in-game items. But I really didn’t want to go with Shin Heejae. Who knew what kind of dumb stunt he’d pull. So I shook my head.

“Why not?”
“Too much effort.”
“I’ll drive you there and back.”

“Exactly. You being there is the effort.”
“I’ll only be my usual level of annoying.”
'So you do know you’re annoying.'

I was just about to get properly pissed again, but then he casually sat down on the edge of my bed, which made me raise my guard. I yanked the blanket up to my chin and warned him.
“Off. The bed.”
“Let’s go together tomorrow. Stop playing hard to get.”

“Get lost.”
But Shin Heejae just wrapped me up in the blanket and snuggled in, pressing his face to my chest. I smacked his forehead hard enough to make a loud slap, but he didn’t budge. He just kept grinning like an idiot, his now-red forehead still pressed against me like glue.
I sighed deeply, then decided to voice the real reason I didn’t want to go.

“…The clan members will be there too.”
“So?”
“I mean… I pretended to be a girl until recently, and now I’ve got to face them in person? It’s humiliating!”

“Want to crossdress again then?”
“Why the hell did I expect a normal conversation with you.”
“Kidding. But Noona, you get along with the clan now, right? Why worry so much?”

“Haah…”
Heejae beamed like it was no big deal. And somehow, that just made me even more frustrated. Of course this clueless extrovert wouldn’t understand how I felt.
Sure, things had gotten less awkward since I’d fought alongside the clan in a few siege battles. But we’d never openly addressed the whole catfishing thing. We were just mutually pretending it didn’t happen. That uncomfortable distance was still there—or at least it was to me.

'And besides… Shin Heejae draws too much damn attention.'
He’s a streamer with celebrity-tier popularity in [Arcadia], not to mention stupidly good-looking in a way that draws aggro even when he’s doing nothing. And this meet-up wasn’t just any gathering—it was a full-blown user event. If people figured out that Heejae was the [Heejae], he’d be swarmed. And knowing him, he’d cling to me like usual whether people were watching or not…
'You’re literally the reason I don’t want to go!'

But Heejae kept trying to convince me.
“This could be your chance to clear the air with everyone.”
“What?”

“You’re only awkward ‘cause you keep bottling it up. I bet no one even cares as much as you think.”
He pinched both my cheeks while saying that. I glared at him hard, but he didn’t stop stretching them. I pinched the back of his hand in retaliation, but his grip on my cheeks didn’t loosen at all.
“That hurts, you asshole!”

“And if anyone gives you crap, I’ll say something. I’m the clan master, remember?”
“You’re the most annoying one of them all.”
“Well, someone’s the one pouting like a puppy.”

“I’m counting to three. Let go. One, two—”
Even with the warning, he kept playing with my cheeks and earned himself a kick to the gut. But by now his pain tolerance had leveled up or something, because even after taking the hit, he just latched on again and ended up crashing on my bed.
Eventually, he kept pestering me like a damn parrot until I got so tired of it I gave in—with conditions.

“No matching outfits. Don’t call me Noona in front of people. Don’t tell the clan we’re dating. Don’t mention that we live together. No weird touching. No creepy jokes. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“That easy?”

But his casual tone made me suspicious.
So I firmly laid it out.
“If you break even one of those, I’m never going anywhere with you again. I’m serious.”

“I really can behave, you know.”
Then he sneakily tried to cuddle again, which annoyed me, but it was already 2AM. I would’ve shoved him off if I had the energy, but I didn’t—so I just turned my ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) back and buried my face in the blanket.
Lately, Heejae hadn’t been giving me gross looks or groping sensitive spots, so I could tolerate him. Plus, something I’d realized recently…

Heejae’s body was heavy and warm. When he clung to me like this while sleeping, I actually fell asleep faster.
'Guess it’s his one redeeming quality…'
I wasn’t totally at ease with getting used to this, but even that internal conflict eventually drifted away beneath the tide of sleep.

Just before I drifted off, Heejae mumbled something behind me—but I was too sleepy and mid-yawn to catch what it was.
* * *
“Noona, I’m good at cooking now, right?”

“……”
Yet again, breakfast was one of Heejae’s egg dishes. This time it was egg soup with green onions. It didn’t look the most convincing, but I had to admit it was surprisingly tasty.
I nodded and stirred my instant rice into the soup. While I was still half-asleep eating, Heejae started getting dressed. But instead of his usual casual clothes, he pulled out… a button-down shirt.

“…Why are you dressing up today?”
I asked in a snarky tone, wondering if he’d caught a case of celebrity syndrome. He just smiled and turned around.
“Don’t I look good?”

“No.”
“Come on. I know you’re into slightly outdated fashion.”
I scrunched my brows at the sheer audacity of that statement. But Heejae just hummed to himself and checked the mirror, brushing back his bangs like some second-rate idol.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that he finally gave me a reason for the fancy get-up.
“They asked us to wear ‘dignified’ attire for the [Arcadia] event.”
“Why?”

“Dunno. Probably because so many degenerates show up.”
Heejae shrugged, totally unbothered by the fact that he’d just insulted everyone in the same community. But to me, he looked even more like a sleaze because of the shirt.
'Looks like the kind of guy who secretly smoked behind school buildings…'

Seriously, how does a person look that bad in a button-up?
I clicked my tongue silently, then picked out a basic tee and jeans. After changing in the bathroom, I stepped out…
And saw that Heejae had swapped his usual metal watch for a dress watch. From the back, he actually looked kind of respectable.

But the moment he turned around and gave me a once-over…
“You look like a high schooler.”
…he said that.

And the worst part? He sounded completely sincere.
That motherf— he meant I looked tacky!!
“Do you have a death wish?”

Seeing my reddened, furious face, Heejae quickly tried to backpedal.
“I mean—! You look… pure? That’s all. Not a bad thing!”
“Shut up.”

I shoulder-checked him on the way out the door.
The meet-up hadn’t even started yet, and I was already exhausted.