Netkama Punch!!!

“You—You’re not seriously… No way, right?”
“What?”
Shin Heejae shrugged casually. My lips trembled with barely restrained rage as I stared at his shameless face.

It was clear—Shin Heejae was blackmailing me. If things didn’t go his way, he’d show up at my workplace and play that recording like a maniac. That smug “Who, me?” act just made it worse.
This absolute piece of shit…
The worst part was, I had no choice but to dance to his tune.

As much as I wanted to smash his face in, if he really showed up and caused a scene at my office, I wouldn’t just get fired—I could be blacklisted from ever working in the public sector again.
My current job didn’t pay much, but it had no stressful workload and was a good fit for me. I didn’t want to start over elsewhere, and with my qualifications, jobs that allowed for a proper work-life balance weren’t easy to come by. There weren’t many decent positions even in this neighborhood.
But Shin Heejae? He had nothing to lose, even if he stormed into a public office yelling that he’d been tricked by a guy.

If he were a known streamer, maybe he’d have to worry. But no—he was barely known. Even if word got out, it’d hardly touch him. He was already infamous in the gaming world for being a complete maniac.
In fact, with the right spin, the whole thing could become another episode in one of those trashy “Netkama Justice” YouTube series. And he had that recording—a confession from me, ready to be edited however he wanted.
“Shin Heejae… Wait, hold on a second.”

In the end, though my fists were shaking, I had no choice but to speak first.
Shin Heejae just watched me quietly as I fumbled to force a calm expression. His smug look—like he was daring me to talk—burned through my chest like acid. But I held it in and did my best to smile.
“I… I mean, I’m sorry for deceiving you. But I really… I tried, in my own way, to make sure you didn’t get hurt too badly…”

“……”
“And you showing up like this, so suddenly… I got scared and said stuff I didn’t mean…”
“Haahm.”

He yawned.
He actually yawned—like I was boring him to death.
Then he turned his back to me and plopped down on my bed like he owned it.
He glanced at me, still frozen stiff, and said nonchalantly,

“Noona.”
“…What?”
“Let me ask one more time. Think carefully before you answer.”

“……”
“I’m willing to understand you.”
“Wha… what are you talking about?”

Instead of answering, he slowly looked around the room—like he was taking in the stench of poverty hanging in the air.
The disdain in his eyes hit me like a slap. I clenched my fists, jaw tight, too aware of how cornered I was to curse him out.
Then, looking straight at me, he said the most unbelievable thing in the most insincere tone possible.

“There’s no way you don’t like me.”
“……”
“So let’s just try again. Start over.”

I furrowed my brow and looked up at him. Where the hell was this confidence coming from? Reading the are you insane? look in my eyes, he calmly continued,
“Now that I’ve seen your place, I kinda get it.”
“What the hell are you saying?”

“You probably ghosted me because you thought I’d be disappointed—living in a place like this and not being some glamorous bombshell.”
“You—”
The word psychopath got stuck on my tongue, too sharp to spit out. But my expression must’ve said it all, because I glared at him like I wanted him dead.

Shin Heejae ignored the meaning in my eyes completely. In fact, he actually smiled—his eyes crinkling like he was enjoying this.
“But I’m fine with all of it.”
“What…?”

“So just apologize, say you’ll do better from now on, and we’ll stop here.”
“…!”
“But if you keep being difficult, who knows what might happen? It’s your choice.”

Then he adjusted his posture, like he was about to leave.
“……”
And in that moment, I realized it—if I said the wrong thing here, he was prepared to make tomorrow the worst day of my life. At the very least, he’d show up at the center… Maybe even run me over with his damn Audi.

No, seriously, what the hell does he even want with me anymore?
I stared at Shin Heejae, caught between disbelief and fear.
What the hell was going through that psycho’s mind? He headbutted me out of nowhere (I refused to call it a kiss), then suddenly decided he was “fine with guys”…?

I didn’t want to believe him, but part of me wondered just how much I must’ve pissed him off for him to go this far.
Even if I gave in and pretended we were “back together,” could I really call that safe? The truth was—I had no choice. That part was real.
So, in the end, I asked him,

“…For how long would we be… dating?”
It was my last-ditch hope. The moment I said it, Shin Heejae covered his mouth with his hand. Probably to hide that smug bastard smile I knew was spreading behind it.
There was nothing I could do about it now.

My face twisted, unable to hide how disgusted I felt. Shin Heejae gave me that same unreadable look as he casually answered,
“Until I get tired of you?”
“……”

“But I don’t think I ever will, noona.”
So basically, he was going to keep me on a leash under the pretense of dating until he felt satisfied.
I clenched my jaw. Shin Heejae, clearly savoring the humiliation on my face, spoke again—this time like he was giving an order.

“Ah, I’m hungry. Let’s open the chicken.”
“…What?”
“Come on, it’s the chicken I bought you. Let’s eat. I’ll even give you half.”

“……”
I’d completely forgotten, but the chicken bag was still sitting quietly on the floor. His shamelessness made me physically shudder, but I said nothing. I just grabbed the chicken bag and handed it over.
* * *

“…When are you going home?”
“You want me to?”
“……”

Shin Heejae and I sat across from each other, eating chicken on a tiny table.
He kept saying he was hungry, but he barely touched the food. Instead, he just kept staring at me, like watching me squirm was more satisfying. I tried to ignore him, but my stomach churned like I was going to throw up.
In the end, I managed to force down a grand total of three pieces in an hour.

If you weren’t gonna eat it, why the hell did you ask for it?!
As I tore apart a now-cold chunk of boneless chicken with my fork, I imagined it was him I was tearing apart.
But of course, I couldn’t say that out loud. No matter what I thought, I was now officially “dating” this bastard again—and if I made one wrong move, who knew what he’d pull next?

Fuck… I’m seriously dating a guy now…?
It was absurd beyond words. So I kept my head down, trying not to provoke him.
Beep—

Just when I thought he might finally leave, the bastard turned on the TV like it was his house. I stared at him in disbelief, but his posture was so relaxed I couldn’t even find the words to argue.
Time ticked by.
And just like that, Shin Heejae stayed in my apartment until 10 p.m.

I finally asked, cautiously:
“…You’re not planning to stay over, are you?”
Please say no. Please just leave…

But the moment our eyes met, I regretted it.
He’d been listlessly watching the TV—until he looked at me. ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) And his eyes lit up like fire.
He stood up slowly and asked, like he was testing me,

“Should I?”
“What? No!”
It was an instinctive, honest answer.

Heejae laughed, like he’d expected that.
“Then I’ll definitely stay.”
“You—! No, my place is tiny! There’s only one bed—!”

“I’ll take the bed, then.”
“You fucking—no, I said no!”