Chapter 60 : Removing and Adding

Leftovers can be thrown away.

They’re not expensive or precious.

It was about the side dishes that So-eun’s mother and I made together in the kitchen the day before yesterday.

Is this what you call having a big hand?

Because her mother made so much, even though we ate them steadily, there were still plenty of side dishes left.

An amount of side dishes that was difficult to handle in a house where two women lived took up space in the refrigerator.

I’m a picky eater, that’s a given, and So-eun doesn’t eat much compared to the exercise she does.

Her mother’s intention might have been for us to eat them for a long time, but once they go into the refrigerator, except for a few, they start to lose their taste from that moment on.

Freshly made is the best, and that’s not just a saying that applies to bread.

Honestly, there’s also the problem of getting tired of eating the same thing over and over.

Imagine eating the same side dishes for six meals a day.

How terrible is that plan?

That’s food torture.

I can’t live like that.

Then I could just throw away these ‘cheap’ side dishes, but I didn’t want to.

‘So-eun and her mother worked hard to make them together.’

They’re not expensive items, but they contain our sincerity and memories of time spent together.

It’s an over-attachment.

What’s so precious about side dishes?

It’s better to throw them away, because eating old food can make you sick.

But I, who have been lonely for too long, have ended up attaching meaning to even these useless side dishes.

…………I have nothing to say even if someone sees me and thinks I’m pathetic.

“Yoobin also said she lives alone, right? Would she eat them if I gave her some side dishes?”

Still, there was no way the two of us could eat all of them, so I started to think of ways to deal with them.

It’s only been a day and a half, but if I start thinking about it when I think they’re really going to go bad, the only outcome is to throw them away.

If I don’t want to throw them away, I need to think of a way to deal with them now.

“Ask her.”

So-eun left the contacting to me.

I actually feel a bit burdened by Yoobin.

She’s a fan of my broadcast.

I can’t understand why a young, pretty girl would watch my broadcast.

A broadcast where I trash-talk in the Rift while my breasts shake with a half-cam.

It can only be an extreme sausage fest.

If you were to check the viewer gender ratio, wouldn’t it be more than 99 to 1?

So-eun said she listened to it like a radio because she liked my voice and empathized with my loneliness, but Yoobin felt different.

It felt like she genuinely enjoyed the stupid things I did.

You can see that from the videos uploaded on RuffiTube.

They’re things I can’t watch with a clear mind, but I’m the owner, so I have to check the videos, right?

Every time I watch them, I lock my door, put on my headset, and watch them secretly.

After watching, my face turns red and I feel like I’m going to die of embarrassment.

When you look at the RuffiTube videos, surprisingly, Yoobin is very good at catching the needs of young men in their teens and 20s.

Even though she’s the same age, she’s the opposite gender.

The success of RuffiTube is proof of that.

It hasn’t been long since it opened, but it already has over 50,000 subscribers.

I’m a walking issue, but it wouldn’t have gotten that much word-of-mouth if the editing wasn’t good.

Men and women’s perspectives and empathy are bound to be different.

That’s why I initially thought that the editor should be a man.

Because the main target audience of my broadcast is that group.

But after watching the BoobMovie from the contest, I thought, ‘I have to hire this person!’ But it turned out to be a 22-year-old young girl, how is that possible?

Even though there are many people in Korea, is it possible for such a person to exist?

Well, my existence itself is much more absurd.

I’ve experienced something like reincarnation, possession, and rebirth, which is not far from a religious testimony.

So maybe it’s possible.

Anyway, Yoobin really gets along well with young men.

If this kind of girl was my girlfriend, I’d be really happy.

Why, isn’t that the ideal type of those otaku viewers?

A girl who can play games with me.

A girl who genuinely enjoys playing games.

Judging from how well she edits League videos, Yoobin clearly has a great understanding of the game.

So the reason why Yoobin, who is like that man’s ideal type, is burdensome is because every time the broadcast ends, she sends me a text message saying, ‘Today’s broadcast was also rich and fun! And today’s breasts were the best! They felt like a slightly moist castella?’

What the hell does castella feeling mean, you crazy b*tch?

What the hell is she, I’m scared.

Still, it would be better for me, Yoobin’s employer, that is, the boss, to contact her, rather than leaving it to So-eun, who is officially not related to her.

I was going to send a text message, but I changed my mind and called.

I’m not confident in explaining it briefly, and it doesn’t seem very sincere to send a long message.

<Hello?>

A cute, child-like voice pierced my ear.

It’s the opposite of So-eun’s mature, husky voice.

“Yeah. Is this Yoobin?”

<Jin-ah unnie!>

“You said you live alone, right? Then how do you handle meals?”

So she eats home-cooked meals.

That’s great.

If she only relied on delivery or eating out, it would be difficult for her to receive side dishes.

“You know So-eun’s parents came the day before yesterday. Her mother made too many side dishes. It’s a bit difficult for the two of us to eat them all, so would you like to come and get some?”

<Um, for that reason, wouldn’t it be better to give them to Health Boy, who lives in the same apartment?>

……………She has no sense of social cues.

She probably thinks that since we’re close enough to have a company dinner together, that level of interaction is fine.

But I haven’t contacted him once since the day I drew the line that I don’t see him as a romantic interest.

I’ve even changed my gym time to avoid him, so I haven’t even run into him by chance.

‘Health Boy…’

I’ve had a lot of thoughts since that day.

I thought it was fortunate that he was cut off so cleanly, and I felt bitter that he was treating me with romantic feelings after all.

I felt regret and pain that one of the few people I was close to was gone.

Was it necessary to cut things off so cleanly?

Couldn’t he have been a little more persistent, a little stickier?

Wasn’t he actually that into me?

I even had crazy, gold-digger, mentally ill thoughts.

‘I couldn’t ask him to just be friends, because I know how selfish that request is.’

Maybe if I had asked, Health Boy would have done it, using that as an excuse, or for my sake.

As someone who doesn’t have many friends, I regretted one of my few connections.

I had a bad thought that I wished he would just pretend to have no ulterior motives and be my friend.

But messing with someone else’s feelings like that doesn’t suit my temperament.

Just as I don’t want others to hurt me, I don’t want to hurt others.

Because life is already so tiring and the world is so difficult.

Ah, the Rift is an exception.

Anyone who trolls first should have their entire family exterminated.

“We’re not that close. We had a business relationship for the broadcast.”

<That’s surprising. You seemed to get along quite well at the company dinner.>

“That’s how adult social life works. Haha.”

<But do you need to be that close to share some side dishes? I’ve seen people share them with neighbors they don’t know well.>

Yoobin!

Why are you making this so difficult for me?

Can’t you just go along with it if I say something?

Do I really have to explain that we’re in a state similar to breaking up and can’t have any interaction?

“He’s really strict about his body management. He probably won’t be able to eat these salty side dishes!”

That’s because I drew the line that day, so he was probably drinking because he was upset.

Why do you have such a good memory for useless things!

“Are you avoiding coming to our house because you’re lazy? I guess it’s a bit of a long way to come just to get some side dishes.”

I know it’s about a 30-minute subway ride from Seoul, and about an hour round trip.

It’s okay to come out for a company dinner, but it’s a bit much to come just to get side dishes.

<Wouldn’t the side dishes go bad if you brought them in this weather?>

“So-eun will drive you back. We can turn on the air conditioner and we have ice packs.”

<Then can I really come to Jin-ah unnie’s house?>

“Yeah. Of course.”

“?”

What is she saying?

<Send me the address by text! I’ll leave right away!>

I felt a bit uneasy, but I sent the address by text.

And that unease soon became reality.

“Hello!”

Yoobin, who came to our house, brought a lot of plastic bags in both hands.

It feels like déjà vu from the day before yesterday, you know?

“I couldn’t come empty-handed! I’ll make you a delicious lunch!”

Why is it taken for granted that she’ll borrow someone else’s kitchen?

I can’t gauge the sense of distance with this girl.

This type of person who comes on so strong is too much for me, so much so that it makes my heart flutter a little?

‘Is it arrhythmia?’

No abnormalities were found in the health checkup I received last time, but this body is so weak that it wouldn’t be strange if I developed a disease in the meantime.