As usual, Diah’s virtual avatar wore a playful expression.
And in front of her, a notepad filled with the nas of all the mbers of Illusionary Realm, from the founder Daramji to the first and second generation mbers.
Next to the nas of the Illusionary Realm mbers in the notepad were Diah's imagined scenarios of what it would be like if she married them.
It was just like the imagined marriage content that Hida had done before.
However, given the nature of the content,
it was only natural that Diah’s personal feelings would be strongly reflected in what she wrote in the notepad.
For mbers like Ocean or Neon, who were still in the stage of getting to know Diah, her imagination was a bit vague.
On the other hand, for Cream, who had the nickna "Diah’s favorite doll," Diah’s imagination was much more specific.
“If I married Cream, I’m sure I wouldn’t have to lift a finger. In the sumr, she’d fan , and in the winter, she’d peel oranges for . Oh, just imagining it makes so happy~.”
Her imagination was much more detailed.
That’s why the chat was flooded with similar hypothetical scenarios.
Would you feed too?
Maximum personal feelings, haha
If she fans you and peels oranges, isn’t that just being a servant?
No, we can’t give Cream away
Why is this UFC?
What if Cream gets mad at Diah? How will you handle that?
“If Cream got mad at ? Hmm… I’d probably beg until she forgives . I’d hang onto her legs and stay there until she forgives .”
Is this real?
OMG
Sweet baby
How about just confessing now?
Oh no, I imagined Diah hanging on to her…
“D-Don’t imagine that! Only Cream can imagine that kind of thing!”
What?
Is there a copyright on imagination now?
But I already imagined sothing worse (Temporarily banned user)
Aaah! Soone died!
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry
Thus, Diah’s imagined marriage content was strongly colored by her personal feelings.
It clearly showed what Diah thought about the mbers of Illusionary Realm.
However, when it ca to Hida, who also had a special aning to her in addition to being an Illusionary Realm mber,
Diah couldn’t quite imagine what it would be like to marry her.
“I’ve never really seen Hida get scared. If we went to a haunted house, it wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey; she’d probably end up crying.”
What?
Our witch would cry? Woah
Hida can’t stand scary things… noted
That’s why Diah’s imagination about Hida felt playful.
Imagining going to the movies or an amusent park with Da-yeon felt more like playing with a childhood friend than a date.
Ding.
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: Is Hida older or younger than Diah?
“Oh, that’s really interesting. There’s a 599-year age gap, but I don’t get an older vibe at all.”
It’s the midlife crisis talking
Other second-generation mbers said Hida has amazing charisma, but does Diah see it differently?
Is this marriage imagination or gossip?
Hida looks young, that’s why
“Hida looks young? Well, she doesn’t look old, but… she kind of looks fierce. When she glares, it’s like lasers are coming out of her eyes.”
Woah;;
Haha, this is too much
Diah’s official opinion: Hida looks like a tough person (slightly offensive joke)
Diah, you’re going to get eaten alive by the witch
Diah: Hida is Superman
While Diah continued teasing and joking about marrying Hida,
Da-yeon, whose patience was at its limit, slowly turned the doorknob.
Squeak…
And almost imdiately, Ha-eun’s inner voice started to make its way into the conversation.
“Well, still, if I married Hida, I think she’d take really good care of . Hida has that tsundere side to her.”
‘…Tsundere?’
The term Ha-eun used was the first ti Da-yeon had heard it since becoming friends with Ha-eun.
A slight tension rose in Da-yeon’s chest, and she couldn’t help but stop in her tracks.
Why was she feeling this little tinge of nervousness deep inside?
“If I were sick and lying down, I think she’d be more anxious than I would. She’d act all grumpy on the outside, but she’d go buy anything I wanted. You know what I an?”
Oh
Sounds like a sweet story
I’ve heard this story sowhere before
Haha, this is funny
It sounds nice just listening to it
She must be really kind when she’s not on cara
Although Da-yeon had never seen Ha-eun sick before,
she felt like the situation Ha-eun described would unfold if she ever took care of Ha-eun while she was ill.
Maybe this was what it ant to really understand each other.
“What if she cheated? Well, I don’t think either Hida or I would cheat. It’s just not in our personalities. I can guarantee that.”
“………….”
After that, Da-yeon pulled her hand away from the doorknob, and all she did was listen to Ha-eun’s voice through the crack in the door.
Da-yeon couldn’t help but smile, and maybe it was just her imagination, but her lips were subtly lifted.
After about 10 more minutes, Ha-eun finally entered the room, pretending to make noise as she entered.
Step.
“What were you doing, senpai?”
“Uh, just... talking? I was chatting with the viewers while waiting for you.”
Hida’s appearance
Finally, the witch is coming out, haha
Don’t say Diah talked behind Hida’s back
Be confident, Diah
Hida, Diah said you look fierce
“Stop the rumors! You’re making it seem like I really said that!”
?
But you did say it
Shaless;;
Diah, if you’re scared, just admit it
Lying will cost you your head, baby!!!
Ha-eun slightly turned her head away from Da-yeon’s gaze,
her voice quivering slightly as her fingers fidgeted between her thighs.
The current Ha-eun was definitely acting like she had sothing to hide.
But it was only because of one reason—she knew Da-yeon had already heard everything.
“Senpai.”
“Uh, yeah?”
“I’m hungry. Do you want to order sothing to eat together?”
Instead of interrogating Ha-eun, Da-yeon suggested they have a late breakfast or early lunch together.
Ha-eun, who was nervously watching Da-yeon’s reaction, appeared quite cute.
Strictly speaking, Ha-eun had already had toast for breakfast,
but she had made extra toast for Da-yeon, who hadn’t eaten yet.
“This is my first al. Toast wasn’t enough for .”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. So, senpai, pick a nu. We have to order more because of the minimum order amount anyway.”
In the end, they had breakfast together.
Ha-eun, who had been broadcasting since the morning, felt slightly hungry after hours of streaming.
Around 30 minutes later, their food arrived.
This ti, having lunch together with Da-yeon made the broadcast feel more full, unlike when Ha-eun ate alone earlier.
Of course, the chat had almost the sa reaction as if they hadn’t eaten in days.
ssages saying how delicious the food must be and others asking for a bite flooded the chat.
I’m working part-ti and so hungry
You’re really chomping away
That pasta looks so good
Can you show us a picture?
“Picture? Hmm... What do you think, Hida?”
“Hm, if you’re going to take a picture, you should’ve done it before eating. Taking a picture after half is going to make it less appetizing, don’t you think?”
“Well, okay. I’ll take a picture of dinner and show you later~.”
And so, the planned food picture was abandoned.
After they finished their late lunch, they sat down in front of the desk and continued their talk broadcast.
The main topics were the upcoming group song from Illusionary Realm 2nd generation and Diah’s first solo song.
Diah and Hida’s casual chatter about their new songs filled the broadcast mic.
“We only released our group song after one year. This is discrimination!”
“The seniors did live stages, though. We didn’t prepare for a stage yet.”
“That’s that, but this is this!”
“I’m not sure what the difference is.”
The conversation shifted to things that happened in the studio,
and Hida’s surprise reveal about Diah’s perfectionism during recording made the chat speed up for a bit.
“You know why Yuna-senpai is afraid of Diah-senpai? The mont she puts on sunglasses, she changes completely.”
“Well… she didn’t change that much.”
“They say the person who hits doesn’t even rember hitting. You were completely cold-blooded.”
“That’s all because I wanted you guys to do well!”
Woah
That excuse sounds familiar
Gaslighting is Diah’s specialty
No wonder Neon’s voice lacked strength
This is going to be controversial
The talk about the new Illusionary Realm songs was mostly for promotional purposes.
Afterwards, Diah and Hida talked about Bright Day’s music video, working hard to promote it to their growing 20,000 viewers, but Diah’s image sohow seed to have a strange addition to it.
And so, by the ti the first 24-hour broadcast was wrapping up,
Ha-eun and Da-yeon finished the broadcast audio together.
“Well, I think that’s enough for today. Diah-senpai, you worked hard too.”
“Goodbye, everyone~!”
After finishing Hida and Diah’s first 24-hour broadcast successfully, Ha-eun slowly got up, her body feeling stiff.
“Ugh... I’m tired…”
“You already ate dinner, didn’t you?”
“Hunger and tiredness are different…”
Having kept up Diah’s youthful voice and high energy from morning to night,
Ha-eun felt a bit drained, and her neck was slightly sore, as if she had truly exhausted herself.
She stumbled toward Da-yeon’s bed, plopping down on it.
“Hey, Da-yeon... can I sleep in your bed for just a bit…?”
She asked if she could borrow Da-yeon’s bed for a mont.
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Thankfully, Da-yeon’s reply was positive.
Before Da-yeon could even give her permission, Ha-eun was already crawling up to the head of the bed and burying herself in the covers.
Within seconds, Ha-eun was already deep in sleep.
“…Was she that tired?”
Seeing Ha-eun breathe lightly, Da-yeon couldn’t help but feel a sense of confusion.
She knew Ha-eun better than anyone, and it was strange to see Ha-eun so exhausted.
Da-yeon had never seen Ha-eun look tired before.
The person she had always known was soone who didn’t seem to know what exhaustion was.
Without realizing it, Da-yeon found herself staring at Ha-eun.
A little while later, she noticed Ha-eun’s mouth was holding onto her own hair.
Swish.
“…Hmm.”
Da-yeon gently pulled a long strand of hair from Ha-eun’s mouth, slowly bending her knees and finally sitting at the edge of the bed.
She lowered her head slightly and began to look down at the familiar face before her.
Ha-eun, lying on Da-yeon's pillow, was sound asleep.
And Da-yeon, silently watching Ha-eun.
Although it wasn’t the first ti Da-yeon had seen Ha-eun sleep,
perhaps because it was just the two of them at ho, all sorts of thoughts about Ha-eun started to swirl in her mind.
“…Who would have thought it would last this long?”
It had already been 12 years—more than half of her life spent with Ha-eun.
To say that every mont with Ha-eun had been pure happiness would be a lie.
There had definitely been tis when she hated Ha-eun, resented her, or even blad her.
Now, those feelings and the ti spent together just felt embarrassing.
If she had to na it, it would probably be insecurity.
It was nothing more than jealousy of Ha-eun’s incredible acting skills.
“…Why would soone like you…?”
This one question, which she hadn’t been able to answer for a long ti, kept lingering.
Though Ha-eun had already given an answer a long ti ago, Da-yeon herself couldn’t accept it.
"Just because we’re friends."
That cliche answer, she couldn’t accept it as the truth.
“Why do you make everything feel so... natural?”
Da-yeon knew that Ha-eun didn’t treat her any differently because she wanted sothing in return.
It was simply because they were friends that Ha-eun had forgiven her mistakes from the past.
But Da-yeon, herself, was certain she couldn’t do the sa.
Without saying a word, she simply looked at Ha-eun’s sleeping face, feeling her chest tighten.
“….”
The face of the actress who had garnered praise for capturing every emotion and expression.
The face of her friend, who quietly smiled when Da-yeon asked for forgiveness.
The voice that conveyed the emotions of various characters in the script beyond re lines.
The voice that ca to her under the nas of Lee Ha-eun and Diah, becoming a cherished friend.
Ultimately.
Swish─!
“…Mmm…”
“Uh, huh?”
In her sleep, Ha-eun slowly moved and pulled Da-yeon closer, wrapping her arms around her like a doll.
Those warm arms that never once rejected Da-yeon’s hands.
Once again, Ha-eun opened her arms and embraced Da-yeon.
“…I’m not sleepy yet…”
Da-yeon muttered quietly, knowing full well there would be no response.
At the sa ti, Ha-eun’s embrace grew stronger.
As Ha-eun’s head slowly leaned onto Da-yeon’s shoulder, it eventually touched completely.
The warmth of her heartbeat could be felt.
Thump, thump. The regular sound of her heartbeat transmitted through their touching backs.
Why was the tiny mumbling sound by her ear so clear?
Simply being warmly held by her friend, all the worries that had been filling Da-yeon’s mind lted away like snow.
The warm body temperature, the soft skin—everything felt like it would never leave, an unfounded certainty.
Was this what it felt like to be protected?
For the first ti, Da-yeon truly realized how much she had been leaning on Ha-eun, both ntally and physically.
The realization that she was being supported was more clear than ever.
“Is this what it feels like... to be the grown-up one?”
Despite the fact that the arms surrounding her were of the sa size as her own, they felt solid and unshakeable.
This position, without any distance, felt like her rightful place.
It felt like an abstract sense of stability, a resting place she could return to anyti.
For the first ti, Da-yeon understood why Ha-eun had treated her like the younger one.
Just by being embraced like this, and by feeling those simple words "we're friends" so deeply, she couldn’t help but act spoiled.
She justified it by telling herself that Ha-eun was just tired and didn’t realize it.
Yeah, we’re just friends. We’re best friends.
Thinking about it, she might actually be a little tired.
“…It’s the weekend anyway, so…”
The continuous self-justification slowly made her eyelids drop.
After all, it was Da-yeon’s bed, so why would she need to ask for permission to sleep there?
As she thought this, she tried to use Ha-eun’s arm as a pillow and drift off to sleep.
Ding-ding♪
“Da-yeon~. Mom’s ho~.”
“!!!!”
Why was the timing always so terrible?
Whoosh!
In a flash, Da-yeon jumped out of bed, forcing herself to calm her racing heart.
She tidied the disheveled blanket and gently covered Ha-eun before stepping out of the room.
“Hmm? Where’s Ha-eun? I saw her shoes by the door.”
“…She’s in her room.”
Da-yeon, who had just picked up Jeong Go-eun’s things, said this and quietly asked for silence.
She added that Ha-eun looked exhausted.
“I think she might need another day’s rest. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. But Da-yeon, did you contact Ha-eun’s mom?”
“I was just about to contact her now.”
***
Diah & Hida
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