"She Stole My Kill!"
Description
Have you heard of Maplestory? You most probably haven't, but Lee Hyukjae (Level 163 Luminous) knows every square inch of the MMORPG. He has been playing hard to make himself known in the game, leveling up and winning as many points as he can to earn himself a spot in the Top 5.
But what happens when he crosses paths with one of the members in the list? When the character deliberately steals his kill even when she knew that she didn’t need the EXP the monster gave?
What happens when Hyukjae finally meets the character in real life and realizes that she isn’t exactly the way he expected her to be?
Title _ "She Stole My Kill!"
Pairings _ EunHae (HyukHae-centered. There's no like scenes, but I just tend to make Donghae wayy too girly), other pairings that I will add in whenever I feel like it fits.
Genre _ Comedy, Romance, Geekiness.
Rating _ PG-13.
Warnings _ If it gets confusing, just go here to understand this story more.
A/N _ I write mwahaha. Yes. Combine my love for EunHae and Maplestory and you get a fic. Huzzah, huzzah. I've actually been working on this for 3 months, but never got the guts to publish it :DD
E/N_ Basically I've been dragged into co-authoring the 4th story by another one of my friends. I'll be here helping him here and there, providing useless ideas that some how prove to be inspirational, and performing close-to-useless edits in his work. I hope to be more useful in the future.
Foreword
"She... She stole my kill!" Hyukjae screeched, jumping off his seat while madly pointing at the small laptop screen.
He watched in horror as the female character teleported away from the map, leaving the poor teenager with a dead gargoyle and the useless items the monster dropped when the Bowman striked the final attack.
“That…. That ,” He muttered underneath his breath, holding his head in both of his hands while slowly backing away from the laptop. “It took me 10 minutes to weaken it and she just swoops in and shoots the last arrow!”
Close to bursting into tears, Hyukjae threw himself onto his bed before he started to throw a fit, high-pitched shrieks muffled into his pillows. He kicked the blankets onto the floor, threw the remaining pillows onto the other side of the room, and was close to breaking his bedside lamp before his bedroom door opened with a loud creak.
“Hyukjae, it’s freaking 2 A.M. Why are you being so loud at this time of the night?” Sora complained harshly. “I love you and all, but please. I have tests tomorrow and I need my sleep.”
The older woman clearly looked tired. Her hair was sticking in every direction, her skin looked sickly-pale in the little light his room provided, and her eyes were barely opening. Hyukjae sighed in defeat, guilty that his stressed elder sister was already lacking sleep from the pressure of being a high school senior while having to deal with his geeky fits.
He stood off his bed and fixed up the mess he made. “I’m sorry, Noona. I’ll keep it down, just go back to sleep. You look dead.”
“I am dead, because of you and that stupid game.” She hissed before slamming the door shut.
“IT’S NOT STUPID!” Hyukjae shrieked in reply. “IT’S STRATEGICAL.”
“Whatever.” The teenager could hear his sister’s mocking tone from the other side of the bedroom door.
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