Living in a Room Becomes Easier When You’re Handsome - Chapter 52

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Photo Trouble

 

When I think of Busan, due to my limited knowledge, only soup rice comes to mind.

 

And rough roads, I suppose.

 

‘Maybe it’s because I’ve never left the Seoul-Gyeonggi Region in my life.’

 

So normally I would have gone straight to G-Star, but I headed to my accommodation first.

 

Since I came to Busan, I was thinking of looking around more besides just G-Star before leaving.

 

Because I brought quite a lot of luggage.

 

“No… Ttaranta, I’m so grateful, but sometimes I’m so grateful it’s troubling.”

 

Actually, 50% of this luggage was cosplay outfits.

 

I’m sure in our chat conversation, she said she’d only send her cosplay suit + wig separately.

 

“There’s Henji… and Gojo too, is Gojo also a suit? No, it kind of has that feeling.”

 

About 5 sets of cosplay clothes came tumbling out onto the bed.

 

If I were a professional cosplayer or had a lot of cosplay experience,

 

I would have known how incredible this was.

 

‘Hmm, I’m too much of an outsider in this area… I don’t really know, but I can tell it’s good.’

 

What was certain was that the quality of the clothes felt strangely similar to what Ttaranta usually sent me.

 

So how should I put this.

 

“Like she sent me luxury items that are… as similar as possible to cosplay clothes?”

 

But I thought there’s absolutely no way that would be the case.

 

So I just concluded that Ttaranta was usually very interested in cosplay.

 

Looking at how she sends clothes, I think she’s probably a guy with a similar body type to mine anyway.

 

‘Does she run some kind of clothing business?’

 

Having such thoughts casually, I tried on the Henji Cosplay Setup and Gojo Cosplay Setup.

 

It used to be One Piece, but these days it’s Jujutsu Kaisen.

 

It was definitely right to match that trend.

 

‘Since the weather is chilly, either the suit or Gojo’s outfit would be better.’

 

Now then, shall I restore my energy with some hearty soup rice and turn on a night stream in cosplay?

 

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“Heh heh hmm.”

 

A cheerful humming.

 

Upon hearing that sound, the driver glanced through the rearview mirror at the complexion of the person in the back seat.

 

Really bright, and with a bit of exaggeration, almost glowing.

 

‘The Young Miss’s mood has been fluctuating quite a lot lately.’

 

Of course, it was fluctuating in a good way, so he wasn’t particularly concerned.

 

Sometimes there were statements like ‘No, why does he touch my shoulder when giving me lemon water? Is he crazy?’ or

 

‘Jjining or whatever, the way she really goes Mungpa is so cute, she and Mungi chat all the time hehehehe’ and such.

 

Honestly, she made statements that were hard to understand.

 

‘But I can definitely think of them as positive signs.’

 

As a servant who had served the young miss for a long time, she looked much better than she had three years ago.

 

Back then, the young miss was really, how should I put it.

 

She was holed up in her corner of the room, only focused on growing her business, and never came out.

 

When she suggested going out first like this, it really made him feel good.

 

“Young Miss, but what is that Busan G… Star? What kind of place is it that you’re going there?”

 

“Huh? Oh… well, just someone I know… I’m going to meet them.”

 

“…Young Miss, you had… friends?”

 

“No, why, why why why do you think I don’t have any? I, I have lots of friends!”

 

“Even when you go to gatherings, you just greet people appropriately and then come back out.”

 

“Ah, well those kinds of gatherings… class reunions and stuff are all meaningless, but well… maybe uh… really laaater on… I might go there together with the person I’m meeting today?”

 

Such was the brief conversation that took place while driving.

 

The driver’s gaze turned to the rearview mirror once again.

 

The moment he saw the young miss twisting her hair and blushing.

 

“Is it a man? The person you’re meeting today… is it a man?!”

 

The curiosity that he should have normally suppressed immediately burst out of his mouth.

 

“A, a man… th, that’s right? Um… um, ah but it’s okay because he… doesn’t know I’m meeting him today, so I’m going to secretly approach him and just, just take pictures and… maybe touch his hand a little.”

 

Then came the following response.

 

“Excuse me?”

 

The driver’s head went blank.

 

So she’s meeting a man, but the man doesn’t know he’s meeting the young miss?

 

How could that be possible?

 

While his head was getting complicated.

 

The young miss in the passenger seat suddenly got excited and started pouring out words.

 

“No, if the other person doesn’t know about the meeting… how do you know things like their appearance and…”

 

“Ah, I took care of setting all that up myself, but um… what do you think about a man wearing women’s perfume?”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“I mean, if a man goes around with that sweet smell characteristic of women’s perfume… wouldn’t other girls think like this? Ah, with a scent like this… he must have a girlfriend… they’d feel it subtly, right? Subconsciously?”

 

What kind of talk is this.

 

The driver swore he had never once in his life thought that way.

 

Of course, this might be because he was a man, but this was the first time in his entire life he’d encountered such thinking.

 

How could a sentence smell damp?

 

With such doubts, the driver responded as faithfully as possible with a servant’s attitude.

 

“Uh… but that’s probably… honestly, from my position as a man, I’m not sure. Should I ask my wife? Or maybe my daughter…”

 

“Mm, it’s okay. It’s probably a detail among women that men don’t understand, so there’s no need to ask like that. I’m probably right.”

 

“Ah, yes…”

 

“Besides, since I dressed him from top to bottom completely, just by looking you can tell he has the aura of being dressed by me.”

 

“…I understand.”

 

Actually, he didn’t understand at all.

 

He had no idea what she was talking about either.

 

The unconscious rejection reaction that comes when you learn someone’s specific preferences.

 

The moment the driver realized this reaction was happening to him, he was shocked at himself.

 

But he quickly calmed himself down.

 

“Young Miss, we’re almost at the event venue. Should I drop you off right away?”

 

“Oh, wait a moment. Let me just check where he is.”

 

Tap tap tap tap.

 

The Young Miss diligently tapped the keyboard with her thumb.

 

“Hehe… heh, no matter how much he acts up, I’m the only one who can approach him privately like this…”

 

Along with barely audible muttering.

 

Her expression gradually became, how should I put it, she was definitely smiling from happiness.

 

But it wasn’t the typical bright smile you’d normally see, it was something…

 

‘Slightly… No! Just thinking this is rude.’

 

The driver roughly shook his head.

 

“He says he’s already arrived at G-Star and is walking around outside, but his broadcast isn’t on yet… So I need to meet him now! Please park right now!”

 

“Understood! I’ll park immediately and let you out!”

 

Though he didn’t understand what meeting before turning on the broadcast meant.

 

Seeing the Young Miss’s urgency, the driver finished parking as quickly as possible.

 

And during that parking, he could hear.

 

“In private… when the broadcast isn’t on, that’s when it’s real.”

 

Along with these incomprehensible words.

 

Screech.

 

The parking was quickly finished.

 

“I’ll go ahead first, so please follow slowly! I’m in a hurry so I’ll go first!”

 

The Young Miss, no.

 

‘Is this the first time meeting Mungi? I’m so excited.’

 

Ttaranta put on sunglasses to hide her eyes and walked quickly toward where Mungi was.

 

Fortunately it was a sunny day. No one would think it strange for her to wear sunglasses.

 

Anyway, like that.

 

‘He cosplayed as Gojo? I’m so excited.’

 

Ttaranta, sortie!

 

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What I had the hardest time adapting to after my body changed wasn’t myself, but the reactions of those around me.

 

Murmur murmur.

 

Even when I know the obvious whispering is good words and compliments, it still bothers me.

 

But that was only at first – now I just don’t think about it anymore.

 

‘Though I’d probably be surprised and exchange a few words with friends if I saw someone like me too.’

 

So beyond the realm of feeling good or bad about it.

 

Now I’ve reached a state where after just a little time passes, such reactions don’t even register in my senses.

 

Of course, there were exceptions even in such situations.

 

“Wow, it’s a Gojo cosplay… Can I, can I take a picture?”

 

When someone approached me this directly, I absolutely couldn’t ignore them.

 

It was for creating good stories when I eventually went mainstream.

 

“Of course.”

 

I looked at them with a tone that said there was no problem at all.

 

‘Whoa, what? Are they a celebrity?’

 

And I was genuinely surprised.

 

Even though I couldn’t see their eyes because they were wearing sunglasses.

 

The atmosphere they gave off, or should I say the aura they possessed, was incredible.

 

Black stockings and a basic trench coat.

 

And underneath, a black knit sweater and a necklace that looked obviously expensive.

 

Anyone could tell at a glance that she looked luxurious.

 

She was a woman who had the atmosphere of a third-generation chaebol heir.

 

“Um, would it be okay if I take a lot of pictures? Solo shots and… ones together… like that…”

 

“Oh, of course, no problem. Feel free to take as many as you want.”

 

“Hehe, thank you.”

 

The woman smiled with satisfaction and twirled her hair around her finger.

 

Was it a habit? That thought crossed my mind briefly.

 

Click click.

 

The full-scale photo shoot began.

 

I naturally thought she’d use her phone, but I was a bit surprised when a DSLR camera suddenly appeared.

 

Click click click.

 

When taking pictures of me, she enthusiastically used the DSLR camera.

 

“Could we maybe stand a bit closer… when taking pictures together?”

 

“Sure.”

 

But when it came to taking pictures together, why did she use the phone camera?

 

I wanted to ask, but I wasn’t curious enough to actually do so, so I just held back.

 

Anyway, when it came time to close the distance between us for selfie mode.

 

Touch.

 

Our hands touched, seemingly by pure coincidence.

 

It happened as we were moving our hands around trying to get closer together.

 

I felt like I wanted to take some proper pictures for her since we were doing this anyway.

 

“If you have any specific poses you want, please let me know. As long as it’s not too weird, I can accommodate…”

 

“Then how about we take one with a tight embrace?!”

 

I had just casually suggested it, but she eagerly took me up on it.

 

“Uh… sure, why not.”

 

I answered that I was okay with it.

 

But why does his way of speaking feel strangely familiar?

 

We’re definitely seeing each other for the first time, it’s our first meeting.

 

How should I put it.

 

A familiarity I felt instinctively – actually, that’s why I didn’t refuse the request to hug.

 

Actually, the hugging was just getting our faces close together and wrapping arms around the waist.

 

Then our hands touched so we just ended up holding hands.

 

“Euheu, heut… hihit…”

 

Still, I was relieved that the fan seemed to like it.

 

Though I was internally flustered because the laughter didn’t sound quite normal.

 

But since I’m going to be a pro, I absolutely didn’t show it on the outside.

 

After finishing all the photo-taking and when it was time to say goodbye and part ways.

 

“But your perfume really smells nice, and your clothes… they suit you really well.”

 

“Oh, really? Thank you. I have someone who helps me, thankfully… so I’m getting help with various things.”

 

“Re, really!? So, someone who helps you…!!! Ahh… th, that person seems like a really good person.”

 

“Right, they’re a good person.”

 

“Heut… hihit…! Thank you! Then see you again next time!”

 

“Yes!”

 

After having a conversation that felt like déjà vu, the woman disappeared with quick steps.

 

If I mulled over that conversation alone, this ambiguous feeling would probably become clearer.

 

But before I could do that.

 

“Excuse me… could I also take a photo?”

 

“Co, could I ask you for one next?!”

 

As soon as people realized I was taking photos, they quickly closed the distance.

 

I asked people for their understanding and turned on my broadcast first.

 

“Mungi is here!”

 

– Mung’s here

 

– Mungha

 

– Hmm

 

– Hmm

 

– Hmm

 

– Wow but what’s this, as soon as you turn on there are so many people around

 

– Munyeop’s ancestor cosplay is insane ㅠㅠㅠ Earth is destroyed ㅠㅠㅠㅠ Busan is destroyed ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

 

– Why are you breaking it lolololololol

 

“What, who’s Mungi?”

 

“Oh, I know this person.”

 

“Wow… what, it’s not camera magic, his real appearance is just ridiculous.”

 

“Actually the camera doesn’t capture his real appearance properly, no wonder… wow he’s even more handsome so honestly I couldn’t recognize him.”

 

As soon as I turned on the broadcast, I could hear people around me who knew me making comments.

 

‘It was worth doing large collaborative broadcasts in several places.’

 

Guitar, Merk, and even the Canyon Mud War.

 

Even though Internet Broadcasting is considered underground, maybe it’s because I’ve been actively uploading to YouTube too.

 

People recognizing me made me feel incredibly good.

 

The feeling of rising recognition and my human intensity fading.

 

Really thrilling.

 

– But he really went straight to Busan to cosplay just because they said they’d give him money

 

– Selfish bastard, so you’re saying you wouldn’t take 3 million won either?

 

– 3 million is understandable lol

 

– For that money, you should do it

 

– You damn bastard!!! Succumbing to money!!!

 

“Who’s talking so harshly, is it a woman? Where do you live, how old are you.”

 

– Huk

 

– Oohoop

 

– Wait, so if you go to Busan G-Star right now, you can get a Mung Kiss for 10,000 won? lololololol

 

– Would he do it

 

– Mung Kiss *3*

 

– But what would you really do if someone paid 100,000 won and asked for a Deep Mung Kiss

 

– Deep Mung Kiss =3=

 

“No, how do I do that as a real reaction, who would really use that… that thing.”

 

Maybe it’s because I came outside after a long time.

 

The viewers seemed very excited too.

 

‘Or maybe it’s because I’m excited that it seems that way.’

 

The slowly gathering crowd, numerous photo requests, viewers breaking through four digits in an instant.

 

Actually, it would be strange not to be excited in this situation.

 

Moreover.

 

‘There was something I really wanted to say in a situation like this.’

 

Now was the most appropriate moment to bring out the desire I had hidden deep in my heart.

 

Snap.

 

I intertwined my fingers as if I was really going to use Domain Expansion and struck a pose.

 

With an extremely serious expression, I uttered a single phrase.

 

“Photos, Troublesome.”

 

I wonder if going to Busan G-Star in Gojo cosplay would look cool.

 

“…”

 

“Wow.”

 

“I’m actually hearing this in real life.”

 

Very natural reactions spreading from around me.

 

Even those provide me with joy one by one.

 

– Crazy bastard

 

– Wow

 

– Mungi, what the hell is this sound?

 

– Hmm but this might look kind of cool?

 

– Mungi hehehe

 

– Ugh

 

– This bastard is dying to get multi-child benefits

 

– ?

 

– Hahahahahahahahaha

 

I can see even the viewers are going crazy with excitement.

 

“Domain Expansion? Is the photo ruined?”

 

“Ah, right. I only deployed it for 0.2 seconds, so you can come take another photo.”

 

“Pfft! What, that’s really funny!”

 

After fooling around appropriately like that, I continue with the fan service.

 

Since I walked around making sure people knew I was broadcasting.

 

Whether it spread to some community or not, the viewer count kept increasing.

 

[Current Viewer Count: 1,321]

 

A touching number.

 

And along with that touching number.

 

“Can we… take a photo together?”

 

I continued taking photos.

 

Taking them with regular people, and also with people in cosplay.

 

After taking photos for about an hour, I received snacks as gifts and coffee too.

 

I quickly put the phone number attached under the coffee into my pocket.

 

Since I’m broadcasting, personal information like phone numbers shouldn’t be visible.

 

– Mungi, did you get another phone number?

 

– These days don’t they ask for your social media ID first?

 

– Mungi doesn’t do that stuff

 

– But if Mungstar did that, people would swarm him like crazy

 

– Instead, you do YouTube lol

 

‘Honestly, I thought it would be all good, but I kind of feel like I became an NPC.’

 

To speak my naked desires honestly.

 

I imagined something like cosplaying and being super popular!

 

But there were more crowds than expected, and after continuously taking photos.

 

How should I put it, actually feeling the popularity was really brief.

 

It just felt like I became a statue that takes photos with people.

 

And.

 

‘Actually, it’s even better.’

 

That’s why it was even better.

 

The feeling of people constantly seeking me out.

 

This sensation that lets me feel in an external environment that I’ve escaped from being Hakko!

 

I wanted to go inside too if I could.

 

Since we kept taking photos, too much time had passed, so we decided to visit the inside tomorrow.

 

Today, we were planning to head straight to the accommodation.

 

But right at that moment.

 

“Excuse me, Mungi!”

 

“Yes?”

 

Someone called my name.

 

Swish.

 

After pulling out a business card.

 

“Are you interested in a dating program for ordinary people by any chance?”

 

They suddenly started making a business proposal.

 

Wait, so suddenly like this?

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