Today's Chicken Mukbang W 21 - Hyacinth in Bloom

#21

– ??????hahahaha?????hahahaha

– ???What is that?

– Hahahaha??????

Hajun was holding a bottle of soju as thick as an adult man’s forearm. Sitting casually in his chair, he shyly shook the brown bottle.

“Grandmother… I snatched one from her collection. Fortunately, she’s sleeping now. Today, I really, absolutely don’t feel like gaming… Would you all like to drink with me?”

It wasn’t like he particularly wanted to hear the viewers’ answers. Even if they said no, he planned to do as he pleased today.

But surprisingly, the viewers began cheering excitedly as if they’d never been flustered in the first place. ‘Grandma’s going to cry when she checks her cabinet tomorrow!!!’, ‘Isn’t this high-proof alcohol?haha’ Come to think of it, this was a monumental first drinking stream. He smiled weakly at the chat that quickly regained its liveliness.

One shot. Two shots. He downed drinks while chatting with his viewers. After several dozen minutes, he wasn’t sure how much alcohol had hit him, but his pace unconsciously quickened. The eyes reflected in the monitor were clearly in a hazy state.

Reading the nagging comments telling him to please drink more slowly, he stared at the soju. Indeed, only my fans care about me. He filled his already empty glass and propped his chin on his hand, elbows on the desk.

“Alright, alright. I’ll control my pace.”

He playfully swirled the glass in front of the camera before obediently putting it down. His focus was starting to blur slightly, so he’d been thinking about taking a break anyway.

– I bought beer at the convenience store to drink with Gangha

– I’ve already finished half a bottle of sojuㅋㅋㅋ

It seemed that quite a few viewers had bought alcohol to join him in solidarity. When the third donation video showing soju glasses clinking appeared, he couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“What is this, an online company dinner?”

The buzz had definitely hit him, as he didn’t feel awkward looking at the camera anymore. As he chuckled while reading each chat and donation carefully, the inevitable reactions came flooding in.

[5,000 won donation! Don’t smile like that, noona was hospitalized with cardiac arrest ㅜㅠㅠ]

[10,000 won donation! Gangha are you a turtle? Why do you keep ‘turtle-ing’ noona’s heart?]

– ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Is it raining outside because of Gangha? My heart attack…

“Please… don’t. I’m embarrassed.”

Unable to hide his reddening face, he squirmed in his seat. The teasing should have stopped by now, but somehow it intensified.

While fidgeting at the chat flooded with embarrassing comments, provocations like ‘he’s drunk, he’s drunk’ began popping up one after another.

Where were you when I was feeling good! Hajun glared at the viewers who quickly changed their attitude to mess with him.

“I’m not drunk yet.”

Despite his confident words, his vision blurred rapidly. Perhaps because he hadn’t drunk in a long time, his tolerance seemed much lower than he remembered.

As he cooled his heating cheeks with his palms, he impulsively pressed his face, making his lips protrude like a fish. The monitor clearly reflected this. After smacking his lips a few times, he gave a light “Ahaha!” laugh.

“It’s possible. Imun might not feel like I’m his friend. How could all emotions between people be equal?”

Ignoring the chat telling him to stop drinking, he knocked back several shots in succession. The alcohol tasted unusually sweet today.

While laughing loosely at his face on the broadcast screen, he naturally thought of the man who was causing him grief.

‘When I come back, could you show your face on live streams too?’

“You… you asked me to show my face when you made your comeback. Ta-da! I showed my face. But you don’t even know if my face was broadcast or not. Of course you don’t. Because you don’t even have time to call…”

“Oh, oh, when did I get so red!” He scrunched up his face again with both hands, his eyes also turning red, and slumped his shoulders.

What am I doing? His mood, which had been sky-high just moments ago, plummeted to rock bottom in an instant. It was both understandable and puzzling why his emotions fluctuated so dramatically when it came to him.

As resentment welled up, the tip of his nose suddenly tightened. Tears that had pooled in his eyes now flowed endlessly with each blink.

It was as if there were faucets attached to both eyes. Pretending not to notice the donations and chat telling him not to cry, he finally snapped at the nagging comments tickling his ears.

“I’m not crying! I’m not crying!”

You didn’t have to point it out so specifically! He hung his head low like someone whose weakness had been exposed. “I’m not crying, I’m not crying.” As he repeated the same words, a line from a song suddenly came to mind.

Casually wiping away the tears falling incessantly on the back of his hand, he quietly gripped the bottle. Hmm, something’s missing. Hajun, squinting his eyes as if he’d never been crying, clapped his hands and jumped up. What he quickly brought back from the kitchen was-.

– No way?ㅋㅋㅋ Song time?ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

– Are you going to sing “Drunken Truth”?ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

A spoon. He made an improvised microphone with the soju bottle and timidly cleared his throat. With such a large audience, singing became more enjoyable.

“Even when I’m lonelyyyy, even when I’m saaaaad, I don’t cryyyyyy.”

– Ah it was a trap!ㅋㅋㅋ Please anything but Candy;;ㅎㅎㅠㅠㅠㅠ

– I don’t know about you all, but I bet Gangha dies of embarrassment tomorrow ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

– Saving everything as clipsㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ This is truly both funny and sad…

After enthusiastically singing several songs in succession, he moistened his throat with water. How do singers manage to dance and sing at the same time? The image of a certain idol singer whose breath never faltered even during intense choreography suddenly crossed his mind.

“Are there any Imun fans here? Seo Imun that ba…stard! He’s such a bad guy! How could he so flatly say… that we’re not friends?! I don’t have any either! Without knowing my feelings… you don’t know my heart…”

His excited mood deflated instantly like a punctured balloon. He swallowed his resurging depression along with another drink. His eyes, lost in hopelessness, unconsciously wandered to KaTok on his PC.

Forgetting about the broadcast, he carefully examined the chat history. The further up he scrolled, the more memories of the joyful times with Imun unfolded in his mind. After wiping his eyes that were growing hot again, Hajun chugged the soju straight from the bottle.

[10,000 won donation! Someone stop Gangha ㅠㅠ Gangha don’t cryㅠㅠㅠㅠ]

– Seo Imun is now our archenemy ㅠㅠ

– This isn’t a soju bugle ㅠㅠ

“He was a cat, a cute cat. He meowed with such innocent eyes. Meow, meow, he went. *Sob*… What cat… he was a puppy… that dog… dog…!”

Unable to bring himself to curse fully, he just repeated “Dog! Dog!” while the chat erupted with comments shouting “Son of a bitch!” “He was a… stray cat. *Sob*… a cute stray cat…” He continued ranting about cats while crying, not seeing the viewers’ chat.

– Breaking news!! Imun says he’ll contact you after his schedule ends ㅜㅜㅜㅜ

– Imun says he’ll call you today so please answer!!

[10,000 won donation! Imun says he’s sorryㅠㅠ He says don’t cryㅠㅠ]

Though tears blurred his vision, he could hear the donation sounds clearly. He stopped blowing into the bottle like a horn and hiccupped in surprise. Ugh, I can’t see well. Hajun pressed his face close to the monitor, trying to read the donation properly.

“He said he’ll call…? Today?”

As if he’d never been crying, his tears miraculously stopped. Hic. Hic. Despite the unstoppable physiological reaction, he stared intently at KaTok on his PC.

[Hyung, we’re going on stage now]

[Hyung… are you very busy?]

[Please contact me when you see this KaTok]

[Nothing’s wrong, right?]

Oh, he did message me. After reading the chats that had arrived without his knowledge, he placed both hands on the keyboard. His hands looked like four, indicating he was definitely drunk.

[Seo Imun you bastard]

[Call me quikly]

Words he couldn’t convey until now. Using his drunkenness as an excuse to beg for a call, he collapsed onto the desk. His vision was spinning so much that he could barely maintain his balance.

‘Don’t fall asleep!ㅠㅠㅠ’, ‘You’ll get reported ㅠㅠ End the stream before sleeping ㅠㅠㅠ’ Desperate donations pierced his hearing, and Hajun managed to lift himself up. “Today’s stream ends here…” The moment he instinctively ended the stream, everything went black.

How much time had passed? He frowned at the continuous vibration sound and then suddenly jerked upright. Fortunately, the broadcast had been properly terminated. It seemed his drunk self had managed to wrap things up somehow.

Well done, past me. While easing his rattled nerves and trying to recall his memories, his phone rang once more.

[Seo Imun]

Just hours ago, he had only felt resentment toward this person, but the moment he saw Imun’s name on his phone, his mood inexplicably soared. Even he couldn’t understand his own reed-like heart.

What would the person who had kept him on edge for days and days say? As he pressed the call button, imagining Imun’s excuse:

-Hyung… you’re not still crying, are you?

“What? When did I cry, oof!”

Unable to hold back a sudden urge to vomit, he rushed to the bathroom. Even while desperately emptying his stomach, his only thought was that he couldn’t let Imun witness his shameful state.

After wrestling with the toilet for a few minutes while firmly gripping the microphone part of his phone, the retching finally subsided, and Hajun rose like a zombie.