Lee-Hyeon Woo could be described as a man one could find just about anywhere. There were no noteworthy fluctuations in his life, nor was there anything particularly special about him.
He’d consistently score in the top 45% in college, graduated with mediocre grades, and got a job at a so-so-small business. Was there anything unique about him?
‘Oh, there is one thing I can boast about but that I can’t exactly show to others: my dick is big.’
The sex was pretty good too… he just couldn’t display his skill meaningfully to others. ‘
Was he too shy? No. It was just because this particular skill of his was used very rarely since he had a below-average appearance and a mediocre job. He’s good at sex but has nowhere to showcase his skill. So it would probably be correct to say he has no special skills.
A life that wasn’t better nor worse than others.
At the back of his mind, Lee-Hyeon Woo thought he’d continue to live such a normal life until his death.
That is until an angel appeared in front of him.
“Let’s get back home first.”
9 pm.
Hyeon-Woo Lee barely finished his ‘overtime’ work and got up from his seat.
‘I’m glad I didn’t have to work overtime though.’
It was really hard to work in a small office. And the salary was low to boot.
‘Firstly, there’s no difference between the work assigned to me and my co-workers. And the fucking bosses are too busy handing over their own work while yelling shit like work hard with a sense of entitlement.’
‘And what happens if you do something wrong and have an accident at work? All the guys in charge just try to play it off.’
‘And regarding welfare: I didn’t want welfare at the level of some large corporation, but at least a very human amount of 3 days a week!
No, in the first place, shouldn’t I leave work on time for at least one day?’
If one tried to get away with ‘normal’ working hours for a month or a half, they’d issue you a terrifying notice.
‘Oh, and another cool thing about this place…’
“Hm… are you leaving early today? I hope not.”
In this way, the boss would secretly pay attention to his subordinates.
‘Crazy man! Do you really think 9 pm is an early leave?’
In his head, Lee-Hyeon Woo secretly cursed at his manager, but he couldn’t say it out loud because that was just how society worked.
“Yes, ahaha… have a good day.”
“Hm… I’ll see you tomorrow then. You know you have to come in early on Monday, right?”
“Yes…”
It was manager Ma who left everyone with a bad taste in their mouth as they were leaving work at the end of the day.
‘Still, work is always fun. It makes it so that the joy you feel on the days you don’t have work is double.’
And as soon as he got into my car, he took off his cramped shoes and changed into sneakers- a transformation that was small in the grand scheme of things. But it was enough to feel the refreshing feeling of another completed day of work.
‘It’s still my birthday, should I buy a bottle of Baek se-ju?’
Lee Hyeon-woo’s only hobby and only pleasure was watching Streamers after work.
He doesn’t even dream of drinking Baek Se-ju, which was much more expensive than normal soju, usually.
But tomorrow was a special day.
It was Lee Hyun-woo’s birthday.
‘Surely this level of luxury for a day would be okay?’
Thinking so, Lee Hyun-woo stopped at a convenience store and bought some baekseju and a simple side dish. And then he promptly returned to his bedroom.
Of course, there weren’t any people in the room already since the lights were off. The lonely energy of the single room welcomes Lee Hyeon-woo.
‘It is a familiar loneliness.’
Lee Hyun-woo, holding a convenience store bag in one hand, casually entered the room and turned on the light.
At the same time, he switched on his computer.
All that was left was to set up a drinking table in front of the computer desk.
He took out two bottles of Baekseju and placed a drinking glass and snacks in front of him.
That completed the setup.
“Let’s see....”
Lee Hyun-woo scrolled down the mouse wheel with a familiar hand movement.
Korea TV’s homepage was displayed on the monitor.
‘What show should I watch today?’
There are many Streamers Lee Hyun-woo liked to watch, but he had no one who he could be called an avid fan of.
In terms of streamer language, he was just a floating viewer.
‘I like funny content or talk shows, but my main purpose for watching is still to drink and mukbang. That’s why, if there is a large streamer hosting a drinking mukbang, I’ll watch that stream, or find another streamer.’
“Everyone is streaming tonight.”
It was a Saturday night.
Large Broadcast Jockeys (BJs) [T/N: Will be referred to as Streamers] were each creating content to attract viewers.
After some time, there may be a drinking mukbang on air, but it’d probably be after Lee Hyeon-woo was already asleep. So he had no choice but to find another streamer.
Lee Hyun-woo’s criteria for choosing a drinking mukbang stream were quite strict.
If it was a male streamer, talking and having fun came first. Even though he was drinking alone, he had no intention of wallowing in pity. So it was natural to find a streamer that would make him laugh.
The criteria for selecting female streamers were slightly different. A pretty appearance that made drinking more enjoyable than the side dish he bought. And a communication ability that made one feel like they were drinking together. Those were the two most important requirements.
Lee-Hyeon Woo could be described as a man one could find just about anywhere. There were no noteworthy fluctuations in his life, nor was there anything particularly special about him.
He’d consistently score in the top 45% in college, graduated with mediocre grades, and got a job at a so-so-small business. Was there anything unique about him?
‘Oh, there is one thing I can boast about but that I can’t exactly show to others: my dick is big.’
The sex was pretty good too… he just couldn’t display his skill meaningfully to others. ‘
Was he too shy? No. It was just because this particular skill of his was used very rarely since he had a below-average appearance and a mediocre job. He’s good at sex but has nowhere to showcase his skill. So it would probably be correct to say he has no special skills.
A life that wasn’t better nor worse than others.
At the back of his mind, Lee-Hyeon Woo thought he’d continue to live such a normal life until his death.
That is until an angel appeared in front of him.
“Let’s get back home first.”
9 pm.
Hyeon-Woo Lee barely finished his ‘overtime’ work and got up from his seat.
‘I’m glad I didn’t have to work overtime though.’
It was really hard to work in a small office. And the salary was low to boot.
‘Firstly, there’s no difference between the work assigned to me and my co-workers. And the fucking bosses are too busy handing over their own work while yelling shit like work hard with a sense of entitlement.’
‘And what happens if you do something wrong and have an accident at work? All the guys in charge just try to play it off.’
‘And regarding welfare: I didn’t want welfare at the level of some large corporation, but at least a very human amount of 3 days a week!
No, in the first place, shouldn’t I leave work on time for at least one day?’
If one tried to get away with ‘normal’ working hours for a month or a half, they’d issue you a terrifying notice.
‘Oh, and another cool thing about this place…’
“Hm… are you leaving early today? I hope not.”
In this way, the boss would secretly pay attention to his subordinates.
‘Crazy man! Do you really think 9 pm is an early leave?’
In his head, Lee-Hyeon Woo secretly cursed at his manager, but he couldn’t say it out loud because that was just how society worked.
“Yes, ahaha… have a good day.”
“Hm… I’ll see you tomorrow then. You know you have to come in early on Monday, right?”
“Yes…”
It was manager Ma who left everyone with a bad taste in their mouth as they were leaving work at the end of the day.
‘Still, work is always fun. It makes it so that the joy you feel on the days you don’t have work is double.’
And as soon as he got into my car, he took off his cramped shoes and changed into sneakers- a transformation that was small in the grand scheme of things. But it was enough to feel the refreshing feeling of another completed day of work.
‘It’s still my birthday, should I buy a bottle of Baek se-ju?’
Lee Hyeon-woo’s only hobby and only pleasure was watching Streamers after work.
He doesn’t even dream of drinking Baek Se-ju, which was much more expensive than normal soju, usually.
But tomorrow was a special day.
It was Lee Hyun-woo’s birthday.
‘Surely this level of luxury for a day would be okay?’
Thinking so, Lee Hyun-woo stopped at a convenience store and bought some baekseju and a simple side dish. And then he promptly returned to his bedroom.
Of course, there weren’t any people in the room already since the lights were off. The lonely energy of the single room welcomes Lee Hyeon-woo.
‘It is a familiar loneliness.’
Lee Hyun-woo, holding a convenience store bag in one hand, casually entered the room and turned on the light.
At the same time, he switched on his computer.
All that was left was to set up a drinking table in front of the computer desk.
He took out two bottles of Baekseju and placed a drinking glass and snacks in front of him.
That completed the setup.
“Let’s see....”
Lee Hyun-woo scrolled down the mouse wheel with a familiar hand movement.
Korea TV’s homepage was displayed on the monitor.
‘What show should I watch today?’
There are many Streamers Lee Hyun-woo liked to watch, but he had no one who he could be called an avid fan of.
In terms of streamer language, he was just a floating viewer.
‘I like funny content or talk shows, but my main purpose for watching is still to drink and mukbang. That’s why, if there is a large streamer hosting a drinking mukbang, I’ll watch that stream, or find another streamer.’
“Everyone is streaming tonight.”
It was a Saturday night.
Large Broadcast Jockeys (BJs) [T/N: Will be referred to as Streamers] were each creating content to attract viewers.
After some time, there may be a drinking mukbang on air, but it’d probably be after Lee Hyeon-woo was already asleep. So he had no choice but to find another streamer.
Lee Hyun-woo’s criteria for choosing a drinking mukbang stream were quite strict.
If it was a male streamer, talking and having fun came first. Even though he was drinking alone, he had no intention of wallowing in pity. So it was natural to find a streamer that would make him laugh.
The criteria for selecting female streamers were slightly different. A pretty appearance that made drinking more enjoyable than the side dish he bought. And a communication ability that made one feel like they were drinking together. Those were the two most important requirements.
