Gender Reversed Geum Taeyang - Chapter 13

Chapter 13 – Going to Meet You Now

Me, who poured a lifetime’s worth of luck into streaming in an instant. I attracted viewers suddenly through unexpected traffic, but after Wednesday’s stream where viewers came in through the fighting video, nothing special happened.

Well, that’s not a big deal. What’s important is that I quickly gathered viewers and developed a somewhat stable viewer base.

As proof, for the three days of Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, the average viewer count maintained around 70. Streamers who can achieve such metrics within a week of starting can be counted on one hand.

If there’s been any change to the broadcast, it’s that I’ve added cooking streams as regular content.

Since I didn’t have enough funds to buy various foods for mukbang, after the soup mukbang, I started including cooking time whenever I streamed, and this definitely got good responses.

It’s truly a beneficial content that saves money, passes time well, and builds a domestic image.

Having such a unique regular content emerge is clearly a good sign.

And now it’s the end time for Saturday’s stream.

“Yes. So everyone, I won’t be here tomorrow. See you Monday.”

-Don’t go don’t go
-Don’t abandon us
-I’m… so… cold…
-Where are you going unni don’t go

“What unni, call me oppa.”

-Unni play with us
-Don’t go unni
-Heung… unni

I wonder what these people think my gender identity is. Well, it’s not really meaningful, they’re just teasing me so there’s no reason to dislike it much.

Anyway, stream ended with 79 viewers.

It’s already 1 AM. When you enjoy streaming, time flies by without notice. Later it might become boring… that’s why keeping your initial mindset is important.

Normally I would review how today’s stream went, if I said anything strange, and prepare for tomorrow’s stream before sleeping, but today there’s no time for that.

Tomorrow is the day I visit the orphanage after a week. Shouldn’t I maintain top condition?

When I close my eyes and lie in bed, my consciousness becomes hazy instantly.

I’m looking forward to tomorrow.

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“Unni, how about this doll?”

“The orphanage probably has many dolls. Just include what seems necessary.”

“Then should I take out this model kit too?”

“Ah… let’s keep that in. Those are done once you build them.”

A leisurely Saturday afternoon. Right now I’m shopping at a large mart with my broadcast managers.

The reason four grown women are wandering around the toy section is for tomorrow’s content filming.

The orphanage donation content proceeds by contacting the orphanage in advance to hear about needed items and donating accordingly.

Then we film interviews with the director or staff, and shoot footage of volunteering for a few hours.

Seeing people write verification posts about actually helping local orphanages after watching this content, I think it’s definitely an influential content.

I’ve been surprised by the revenue from the unexpectedly high view counts, but anyway I donate those profits separately so.

Anyway, we finished buying all items with the toy section being last.

It’s shocking that shopping alone took 4 hours.

“Then let’s meet at 10 tomorrow to leave. Don’t be late everyone.”

“Unni, is it really okay to proceed? If we explain the situation to the director, we could probably postpone for a week.”

I wonder if they’ve been worried about me since my sudden break announcement. Such loyal dongsaengs.

“Two days of rest and my mental recovered quickly. Just worry about tomorrow.”

“You complain even when we worry. You sunfish.”

We exchange playful words while laughing.

Actually, my mental isn’t completely fine. I still feel like there’s some anger built up in my body.

During school days when I lived according to strict plans studying every day, my mental didn’t really shake much, but stress from human relationships is always unpredictable.

Just look at how the brief stress accumulated from Junhyuk and Geumtaeyang torments me like this.

But I’m supposed to be a professional, and after taking a break due to stress, I can’t mess up the content too.

“Anyway, no need to worry about me much, just make sure to bring what you need tomorrow.”

Though I smiled brightly while parting with the managers, my expression seemed somewhat dark.

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“Well, I just found new part-time jobs and keep working.”

The director asking what I’ve been up to these days.

Of course, after getting fired from the part-time job and coming to this reverse world, I haven’t found other work… but my stream isn’t big enough to proudly say I do internet broadcasting, and I feel like I’d just make them worry unnecessarily.

“Do you watch internet broadcasts?”

Pffft-

“Ye, yes? Yes sometimes… sometimes I watch sometimes.”

I spat out the coffee I was drinking and answered coughing at the sudden sharp question. They look at me with worried eyes asking if I’m okay… honestly I was too surprised.

“W-why are you asking that suddenly?”

“Someone who does internet broadcasting sent a filming request last time, and set the date for today.”

“What business does an internet broadcaster have here?”

What is this about? What is there to film at an orphanage?

Of course, they wouldn’t have permitted it without thinking, but I still don’t understand.

“They said content filming? I looked into it separately and they seemed like someone who does a lot of good work, and it looked like it could help our side quite a bit too.”

“Hmm……”

“Haha, but even with my experience, I have many worries.”

“Still……”

It’s not entirely comfortable that they’re visiting the orphanage for internet broadcast content, and I’m worried it might negatively affect the children, but as an outsider I can’t really question the director’s direct decision.

“Well, I’m sure the director will handle everything well.”

Saying that, I downed the half-full paper cup of coffee in one go and went outside.

Playing with the little ones who clung to me after leaving the director’s office, I arrived at the back of the orphanage. That place where we hung laundry last time.

Today there was only one volunteer, and when I approached, it was the college student volunteer I met last time hanging laundry alone.

“You came alone today?”

“Ah, Yuhan-ssi! It’s been a while!”

She greeted me with a bright expression – was I seeing things when I thought she had quite a gloomy expression until just now?

“The others from last time didn’t come?”

“Yes, that… I guess the work didn’t suit them, there was no contact about coming together this week.”

“It’s enough that Yebin-ssi came back. Thank you for coming again.”

Park Yebin.

I almost couldn’t remember the name since so much happened over the week, but it came back after a brief thought.

Her expression brightened more when I smiled and expressed thanks. I didn’t know it could get even brighter than before.

Orphanage volunteering has many difficult aspects, and most people quit after just one week, so it’s really nice to see her come back even alone.

I looked at her while inwardly evaluating her as a good person.

“Why, why are you looking at me…”

“Just. Because it’s nice to see you.”

Meaning I’m glad to see you again. Judging by that incredible expression, Yebin-ssi seems glad too.

Compared to last time, three people were gone, but actually since the two guys were just playing around then, not much was different. Rather, it felt more comfortable working while chatting just the two of us.

The mountain of laundry quickly showed its bottom. Perhaps as proof of how hard we worked, my clothes stuck to my body from the moisture.

“Whew. My clothes got a bit wet.”

I said while fluttering my clothes.

Hmm… what’s with that expression? Yebin-ssi looking at me with an incredible expression. It’s extremely burdensome.

I ask while still fluttering my clothes.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on me?”

“Ah! T-that, I’m sorry!”

? I really can’t keep up with this person’s tension. What is she sorry for?

Hmm…

Ah.

This is the reverse world.

It’s been about two weeks since I came here but I still forget sometimes. Why do I keep forgetting this?

Looking back at how I acted like some dense light novel protagonist, it’s quite embarrassing.

My face heats up. Me, Confucian youth Sung Yuhan. What perverted behavior is this?

And it wasn’t even over. As soon as it seemed the embarrassing situation would continue, my body moved on its own.

My body seems to have judged that Geumtaeyang shouldn’t show embarrassment in situations like this.

“Ha… were you staring at my chest this whole time?”

“Ah, no that’s not it!!”

I wasn’t particularly angry but my mouth automatically spoke informally. Wonder what behavior will come out today.

Since it’s not something I can control anyway, I don’t even think about stopping my actions anymore.

My hand grabs her arm and pulls it toward my chest. Now it looks like I’ll be treated as a pervert too, this damn Geumtaeyang.

Thud-

“!!”

“Pfft… making such a big deal out of this.”

Looking at her face, she’s staring down at her hand with a greatly shocked expression.

“Uh, um… that is…”

“I didn’t think that way but Yebin-ssi is really perverted?”

Wow. I didn’t know a person’s face could get that red.

Watching what my body does in a resigned state, suddenly the tension drops dramatically.

My body returns to my control.

After pulling this stunt and returning control to me, what am I supposed to do?

The atmosphere suddenly becomes awkward. The one fortunate thing is that Yebin-ssi hasn’t regained her senses yet.

“Um… Yebin-ssi, that. Well.”

“Yuhan hyung! Can you come here for a moment?!”

An urgent voice calling me amidst the awkwardness. Perfect timing.

I turn around with a relieved smile to see Minwoo, the orphanage’s younger brother, standing there. With a serious expression.

“What is it Minwoo? Did something happen?”

“Uh, I think you need to come quickly.”

First the broadcaster coming to the orphanage, then my perverted behavior, and now an incident?

This. The atmosphere feels strange.

Somehow it feels like things are going to get complicated today.

(End of chapter)