Nari's eyes flicked open to a bright, sunlit room, walls plastered with posters of game characters and pop idols. A pink, fluffy blanket tangled around her legs, and her fingers brushed against the familiar warmth of her charm bracelet. Heart, star, white flower. Always there. Always hers.
She yawned, stretching dramatically and flopping onto the carpeted floor. Something felt… different. Excited. Fun. The heaviness of the last life was gone, replaced with a quirky energy that made her want to jump around and squeal.
Her gaze landed on a sticky note stuck to the edge of a laptop:
Sujin – Livestream at 10 AM! Don't forget your camera, headset, and energy!
Sujin. That had to be her name here. Nari grinned, brushing her hair out of her face. Perfect.
The room was a vibrant mess of cute chaos: plushies spilling off a shelf, colorful sticky notes everywhere, a half-eaten bag of candy by the desk. A mechanical keyboard gleamed under the sunlight streaming through the window. Nari carefully sat down in the swivel chair, adjusting the headset over her ears.
Okay, Nari, you can do this. You're Sujin for today.
She toggled the camera, fiddled with the microphone, and stared at the screen. Her life's task was simple: livestream herself playing a game, interact with viewers, and somehow be entertaining.
The game launched, full-screen, colorful and frantic. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard and mouse. Nari clicked, typed, scrolled—suddenly realizing she had no memory of this game's key bindings. She squinted at the screen.
Wait… WAS that… jump? Or dash? Maybe Q?
The chat box on the side exploded with messages from viewers, and Nari panicked slightly. Okay… smile, look confident. She read aloud, "Yes, yes, I'm trying to… jump? I think that's jump!"
A flurry of emojis appeared. She laughed, nervous but delighted. "Okay, that was not a smooth landing. But we're alive, right?"
Half an hour into the stream, she adjusted herself, trying to figure out a tricky combo in the game. Her fingers fumbled, accidentally opening the chat window. She froze as a comment blinked on the screen:
Han_Bin: "You're really good at that jump! Keep it up!"
Nari blinked. Wait… what?
Her heart thudded lightly. Not him in person, not the actual Hanbin… but the name. The familiar name, in a place she couldn't have expected, in a world full of pixels and strangers. She tilted her head, amused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Okay, Nari, stay calm. Don't make a big deal.
She typed back slowly: "Thanks! You're sweet. 😄"
The chat erupted in emojis and laughing messages. Nari laughed, shaking her head. Of course, you're suddenly famous and now a mysterious Han_Bin is here… typical.
As the day went on, Nari navigated the quirky chaos of being a YouTuber:
Accidentally spilled energy drink on the keyboard, panicked, unplugged and wiped it frantically.
Tried a new game mode that confused her completely, causing chat to explode in teasing messages.
Learned to use a fancy macro key to pull off a combo, giggling at her own amazement.
Took a short break to eat a tiny, colorful sandwich while talking to the camera.
All of it made her laugh. Nari loved the bright, silly energy of this life. Even the minor disasters—the drink, the wrong combos, the lag—felt fun. This life was messy, chaotic, engaging, but happy.
She peeked at the clock and realized she had been streaming for almost three hours. Her fingers ached slightly from typing and gaming, but she felt exhilarated. She paused the game, leaned back in her chair, and stretched, noticing the soft sunlight glinting on her bracelet. Heart, star, white flower. Always there, grounding her even in a life full of pixels and emojis.
Late afternoon arrived, and Nari decided to experiment with a new streaming idea: viewer challenges. She laughed as viewers suggested ridiculous combos, tiny pixel-dodges, and even silly voice acting while playing. She went along with it, laughing at herself, occasionally wobbling in the chair or mis-clicking, but the chat loved it.
A particularly strange moment came when a viewer suggested she try "jumping backwards over the glowing dragon without dying." Nari stared at the screen, unsure if it was even possible. She pressed keys wildly, her character flailing dramatically across the virtual world. The chat exploded in laughing emojis. Nari doubled over in laughter herself, hitting the desk lightly as her chair spun slightly.
This is ridiculous. But I love it.
Evening crept in, soft pinks and purples through the window. Nari stopped streaming briefly to grab a snack and peek outside. The city streets below glimmered with lights, distant honks, and the faint chatter of pedestrians. She didn't go outside—this life was mostly indoors, in front of her computer, full of screens, cables, and digital laughter.
Sitting back at her desk, she checked the chat replay from earlier and spotted it again: Han_Bin. Multiple comments, all supportive, kind, playful. Nari smiled softly, a little flutter in her chest. She didn't know who it was. Probably just a fan with a coincidence in their name. But she felt a thrill anyway—a reminder that even when Hanbin wasn't physically there, his presence could sneak in in strange ways.
Another life, another chance… maybe he's closer than I think, just in the weirdest, cutest way possible.
Night arrived fully, the apartment glowing with her soft desk lamp. Nari tidied up her streaming setup, carefully storing her headset and adjusting the camera. Her room smelled faintly of snacks, energy drink, and the faint perfume of the previous life's habits she had accidentally carried in.
Her eyes wandered to the corner of the room, where a small potted plant sat near the window. Through the glass, she spotted a tiny patch of grass on the balcony ledge, the familiar white flower swaying gently in the night breeze.
Nari crouched, brushing her fingers over the petals, smiling warmly. Her day had been bright, chaotic, silly, and fun. She had learned this life, played games, laughed at herself, and even encountered the name Han_Bin. She felt fulfilled.
Another life done. Another chance waiting.
She exhaled, standing carefully, brushing crumbs from her desk, and glanced one last time at the city lights through the window. The white flower swayed gently, reminding her that no matter how different the lives, the goal remained the same.
Next time… Nari whispered, letting herself feel the thrill of the unknown. Next time, I'll see him again.