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4🍂 - Here I Come, Hyung (2)

"........," 

"DOKJA HYUNG! YAY!"

The Dokkaebi, who had been observing with a mixture of boredom and mild interest, suddenly snapped to attention, its head tilted in confusion.

The sheer force of [Your Name]'s enthusiasm was almost enough to make it drop its smug expression.

"Seems like you have a soft spot for a certain someone, Snacky."

It watched as [Your Name] casually began rifling through the pockets of the deceased scattered around, all while wearing a focused expression that suggested this was just another part of his daily routine.

It seemed amused by his unwavering dedication to his self-proclaimed mission.

"Oh, you're goddamn right. I'll be sure to spoil him rotten when I finally meet him,"

He replied, his voice smooth and even, as though he was discussing the weather rather than looting corpses.

He wasn't about to let any potential resources go to waste, no matter how gruesome the circumstances.

Suddenly, a new blue screen popped up, catching [Your Name]'s attention.

[Some Constellations Are Curious About This 'Hyung' Of Yours]

He squinted at the screen, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Who the hell would pay to just write random comments like that?

He knew these people were loaded, but seriously?

[Your Name] stared at the screen for a minute, considering it with all the seriousness of a scholar debating the mysteries of the universe, before finally deciding:

"I ain't paying jack shit to write random comments. Y'all are just weird."

The Dokkaebi snickered at his reaction, its eyes glinting with amusement as it regarded the recent notifications.

"Looks like I'm not the only one curious, huh?"

[Your Name] stands up straight, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he clears his throat dramatically.

Even reaching into his pocket, he casually pulls out a small breath freshener spray and give himself a quick spritz, as if he's about to deliver the most important speech of his life.

The Dokkaebi raises an eyebrow, clearly confused but still amused by his antics.

With all the pomp and circumstance of a preacher about to recite holy scripture, [Your Name] opens his mouth to speak-

But before he can even get a single word out, the Dokkaebi interrupts him with a sharp, impatient tone, "Are you done robbing dead people yet? We've got a selection to get to."

[Your Name] froze, the grand introduction of Dokja he'd been preparing vanishing as quickly as it had come.

"Selection?" He repeats, the word instantly sobering his thoughts.

This was the moment where he'd choose a Constellation to sponsor him, a critical decision in this chaotic new world.

But before the gravity of the situation can fully settle in, his mind snaps back to the Dokkaebi's choice of words.

"Robbing?" He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. "I'm not robbing them! It's just...borrowing. They're not gonna need any of this anymore, duh."