By Zephyria 
(Alliance) Shin Jadu: Miu, why are you doing this?
(Alliance) Shin Jadu: You two decided to have a good conversation.
(Alliance) Miu: What can I say?
(Alliance) Miu: Momo nim is a spy anyway, so how can we communicate?
(Alliance) 0momo0: ???Huh?????Huh??????What are you saying>>?
Miu berated Mo Yeon-hu as naturally as breathing, as if this was just the beginning.
(Alliance) Miu: See, they’re answering “huh.”
(Alliance) GoodLuck: Oh my~ Oh my~~;;~ Alliance Master, calm down~~; (Whisper) Shin Jadu: Momo nim, Momo nim, Momo nim, please get vaccinated first.
(Whisper) Shin Jadu: I’ll talk to Miu nim again ㅠㅠ!!!!
(Whisper) 0momo0: No, I’m
Shin Jadu, unable to watch any longer, tried to send Mo Yeon-hu away, but Miu went on a rampage in the meantime.
(Alliance) Miu: You guys stop trying to stop me.
(Alliance) Miu: If you had kicked them out when I told you to, you wouldn’t be seeing this.
(Alliance) GoodLuck: Oh please~ Alliance Master~
(Alliance) Miu: What are you going to do with a spy? lol (Alliance) Miu: If you don’t like what I’m saying, vote to kick them out again next week.
(Alliance) Miu: I have a weak stomach, so I can’t chat where there’s a spy.
“Wow…”
Miu was seething with anger.
‘This won’t do. I need to talk properly, Ms. Mi-yeong or whatever.’
He had swallowed his words thinking the other person was a baby rabbit, but the situation seemed to be getting worse. Mo Yeon-hu, having made up his mind, was about to refute each point while looking at the screen when.
(Alliance) Shin Jadu: Ah, why are you doing this, Alliance Master ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
(Alliance) FUNK: Pleasecalmdownlet’sgototheRaidcalmdown (Alliance) GoodLuck: Wow~; What’s going on~~this~~
(Alliance) Miu: The evidence is all obvious.
(Alliance) Miu: And you’re telling me to let it go? Are you guys spies too?
(Alliance) MouseTrap: ㅠㅠㅠI’m scared..ㅠㅠㅠ
(Alliance) Shin Jadu: ㅠㅠㅠMiu nim….
(Alliance) FUNK: The atmosphere is too bad….’
He felt it would be difficult to add more words because it seemed like the other Alliance Members were also having a hard time playing the game.
Mo Yeon-hu was very dumbfounded because he really wasn’t a spy, but… as the atmosphere in the Alliance chat room kept getting heavier, he eventually had no choice but to close it.
(Alliance) 0momo0: I’m not.
(Alliance) 0momo0: Just you wait and see, really.
He braced himself to refute all those false accusations somehow later.
(Alliance) Miu: Here comes the villain lol
Just, the way they were talking was no different from a thug!
Exit the game?
He desperately wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, but because of the Alliance Members who were swarming in front of him, not knowing what to do, Mo Yeon-hu barely managed to move his unmoving fingers and exit the game.
But even after turning off the game that day, that crazy situation kept popping into his head, and he couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.
He felt wronged, and he was also taken aback because it was the first time he had seen Ms. Mi-yeong like that.
‘How should I resolve this situation?’
He’s not a spy, but he really doesn’t know where to start or how to explain why he’s not a spy.
‘Even if I talk, will they believe me?’
No matter how much he thought about it, he had no confidence. He spent the whole night awake, thinking about how to persuade them.
Seeing his dark circles turn black in just one day, he even thought it would be better to be a spy…
‘Should I just Moming Out?’
Anyway, in his heart, he wanted to go directly to Ms. Mi-yeong and shout several times that Momo was him and that he was not a spy.
Of course, that’s absurd. Even if someone pushed him to do it, he wouldn’t be able to.
‘Ms. Mi-yeong is so different in the game. She’s like a completely different person.’
It felt very strange to bring up the game to Ms. Mi-yeong. Is it because Ms. Mi-yeong and Miu nim are clearly the same person, but they act so differently?
‘Will it be like that again when I log in later?’
Mo Yeon-hu’s expression darkened as he recalled Miu, who had relentlessly driven him to the point of disconnecting, and the Alliance Members who were trying to stop them.
Tap.
The sound that had been heard from afar since earlier suddenly felt clear.
Tap tap.
Mo Yeon-hu looked up at the sound of someone tapping lightly on the table. A man with curly hair swept back, revealing his handsome forehead, was looking at him.
Perfectly set up clothes without a single flaw, and clear features that seemed to shine. He was so dazzling that Mo Yeon-hu paused, wondering if he was even a real person. Then, his gaze scanned Mo Yeon-hu and he opened his mouth.
“Yeon-hu hyung.”
Then, strangely enough, the overwhelming feeling that he wasn’t human gradually disappeared, and his face lit up.
“…Hyung?”
Mo Yeon-hu blinked at the affectionate voice of the man calling him again and belatedly came to his senses. Now was the time to put the game aside for the time being.
Because today is Saturday, as promised…
“Kwon Mi-eon.”
It was the day he was supposed to meet the Drug addict.
Kwon Mi-eon smiles when he calls his name. Mo Yeon-hu flinched at the crescent-shaped eyes and the two dots that kept drawing his attention.
‘…Why is the Drug addict smiling like that, creepily?’
As if he didn’t know how to smile.
“You’re early.”
Besides, why is his voice so low and gentle? Mo Yeon-hu stared blankly at his face, then looked away warily.
“I couldn’t sleep anyway…”
Was it because of the game? He woke up early in the morning and got ready quickly, so he just came out.
“Because you’re excited?”
But seriously, why is he like this?
“It’s me.”
Why is he smiling while saying such nonsense?
Mo Yeon-hu was dumbfounded because the cold face that seemed far from a smile was constantly smiling. But what was even more dumbfounded was himself.
If another acquaintance, especially an uncomfortable one, had looked at him smiling, he would have been disgusted. But why wasn’t he getting goosebumps now, and why did his gaze keep going to him?
“Hyung?”
Kwon Mi-eon called him again, wondering if Mo Yeon-hu, who had gone blank, was okay.
“Are you not feeling well?”
He raised his head at the sound and made eye contact. Mo Yeon-hu felt embarrassed for no reason.
“Sit down quickly.”
Kwon Mi-eon stared at his face again as he scolded him with a slightly sulky face. He turned his head away as if that gaze was piercing through his heart, and then an employee appeared.
“I’ll hang up your coat.”
“Yes. Here you go.”
Mo Yeon-hu was relieved to see that the male employee who appeared also couldn’t take his eyes off Kwon Mi-eon.
‘It’s just because he’s handsome, that’s why I’m looking.’
Kwon Mi-eon seemed to be especially dressed up today. Not only did he neatly sweep back his curly hair that usually covered his forehead.
‘What is this? That T-shirt is Yves. The coat looks like a perfect fit for Denier… Looking at the buttons, it’s right. The pants are… Homme?’
A luxurious coat with subtle details that looked ordinary, a moderately tight-fitting turtleneck, and pants with a low waistline that slightly revealed the hip line when sitting down.
‘Why is he dressed like that?’
It was a heavy outfit to wear on a daily basis. Mo Yeon-hu, feeling that he had put in a lot of effort, asked without realizing it.
“Do you… have an important appointment?”
On the other hand, Mo Yeon-hu was wearing a comfortable outfit today, with a loose knit, comfortable pants, and an oversized half coat.
“Me? ……Ah.”
Kwon Mi-eon asked back and smiled awkwardly. He had a slightly embarrassed face.
“Yes.”
He asked carefully.
“Is it obvious?”
Even a faint smile on his expressionless face made his face too dazzling, and even more dazzling…
“O-oh… that’s good. Let’s talk quickly and get up.”
Mo Yeon-hu turned his head away for no reason.
“Hyung. Actually, that appointment is…”
“Excuse me! Can we get a menu?”
Kwon Mi-eon seemed to have something to say, but Mo Yeon-hu hurriedly took the menu and buried his face in it.
His light brown hair, hidden by the menu, fluttered. Kwon Mi-eon stared silently at the ends of that hair before lowering his head. His white face, which was unusually exposed today, was expressionless.
“……”
He stared blankly at the menu before putting his hand to his head. He fiddled with the neatly swept-back ends of his hair for no reason, and the ears of Kwon Mi-eon, who had loosened the perfectly fitted clothes, were… already red.