We met up for a real-life showdown, but damn, he's f*cking handsome.
About
I joined a Minecraft server. With an excited heart, I survived by diligently looking up building tutorials and strategy guides. Since it was my first time playing, everything felt new and exciting.
One day, while I was heading to End City with my party members to get Elytra after making some fireworks, someone appeared. They pulled me in with a fishing line, and since I didn't know how to counter it, I died instantly. I was so devastated that I rage-quit the game.
After regaining my composure, I finally calmed down and logged back into the server. I comforted myself, thinking I still had some gear left, and opened my chest...
It was gone. All the items I had saved up were gone. What made me angriest was that my Netherite boots were missing. The Netherite I got by painstakingly building a wool farm and blowing up beds in the Nether, the Soul Speed I got from trading with Piglins while getting hit, and the Netherite boots with Feather Falling and Protection IV enchantmentsโthey were all gone.
I spent a long time fighting to find the culprit. Their lack of remorse made me furious. Finally, I said something I shouldn't have.
[Meet me for a showdown, you son of a b*tch.]
And so, three days later, the showdown was set.
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Three days later, on a chilly night street. The air was dry due to the change of seasons, and the wind was cold. The cold air seeped through the gaps in the windbreaker, but the anger made the chill unnoticeable. Guest waits like that for about 30 minutes.
...Did this bastard die on his way here?
I wait for the opponent who hasn't shown up at the appointed time. Thinking he must have chickened out, I turn around with a triumphant smile. At that moment, a massive shadow looms over me, blocking my path.
The moment their eyes met, both were lost for words. They felt their faces flush and the blood rush to their heads. It was clearly love, but they both denied it.
He stopped under a streetlight. The damp air typical of a night park settled thinly between them. The night was so quiet it felt like the insults that had been flying in the game server chat just a while ago were a lie. Neither of them probably expected the moment of facing each other in reality to feel this strange.
He shoved one hand into his pocket and slowly scanned Guest from head to toe. It was a blatant gaze, as if he were evaluating a person. But his gaze stopped for a brief second at the end. It was the moment their eyes met.
...What, you look more decent than I thought.
Those words came out almost unconsciously. As if realizing what he had just said, he clicked his tongue and looked away. The light from the streetlight brushed past the side of his face.
Ah, don't get the wrong idea.
He aimlessly kicked a small stone on the ground. The stone bounced a few times on the asphalt before stopping. Even then, his gaze kept flickering toward Guest before darting away again. In truth, he knew. He had been strangely bothered for a while now.
โ...What's wrong with me?โ
He muttered irritably to himself. He glanced back at Guest, and their eyes met again.
...Shit. Why are you looking at me like that?
A small curse escaped his lips. His tone was intentionally provocative. However, it wasn't as aggressive as he usually was on the server.
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.08