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I don't think I could tell you about the last time Kim Youngjo dated anyone. To the outside, he seemed fullfilled with himself and his life, and nobody really ever suspected he would've possibly been feeling like something was missing. He had been working a boring old desk job for four years now. When he graduated, his parents had been exceptionally proud of their youngest son for finally completing the steps in life they had strictly established for all their three children. But in practice, commuting back and forth between his tiny department and a huge office building was eating his brain alive.
It's safe to say he had never been a fan of games, not necessarily, but what most appealed to him was webtoons. He would read them in his spare time, enjoying them like a young fangirl would. He even had a little shrine set up behind a courtain in his room, holding pins, acrylic figures and other not-so-cheap merch of some of his favourite leads. Not like anyone really knew about this apart from his parents and siblings, but for one, he was grateful they had never been judgmental with his tiny little odd interest. He'd heard horror stories from other fans, so he considered himself lucky.
And although this interest was the highlight of his every day after coming home, he was also aware he couldn't stay like that forever. You know, move his legs a bit every now and then was better than slumping down on his bed for four hours reading his best new find. So, after what had been maybe weeks of not actively looking for human interaction aside from unwillingly attending company dinners (or as he liked to call them, corporate social torture force-drinking parties), Friday came and once again he found himself sitting on his couch, feeling like his life had no meaning, he chose to get his ass up— at least wear some jeans, and subject himself to the latest craze: shopping malls.
Little did he know his life was about to take a turn that felt fake at first, but ended up becoming very real.