[Guild] Professor Execution: Item – [Enhancement Stone (DPS Weapons Only)] 

[Guild] Won: You’re saying it’s because they didn’t enhance their weapons?

[Guild] Professor Execution: Want to buy?

[Guild] Won: Buy my ass, fu♡♡ing hell. And if you’re going to sell something, sell healer exclusives. I’m a healer, not a DPS.

Now, a crazy money-grubber who had been browsing the auction house for current trends had appeared.

Unable to rid himself of his deep distrust for DPS players despite the guild members’ attempts to help, Won stared at the monitor with a pained expression. 

Then, clasping his hands together, he pressed them to his forehead and prayed fervently.

“Lord, please tell me why I must give up my precious damage output to heal those fu♡♡ing DPS.”

Won muttered gloomily that it would be faster to kill the mobs if he just abandoned healing entirely and dealt the damage himself.

After pondering seriously for a while, Won wondered if he was being a bit too narrow-minded and started a new party.

[Guild] Won: Right, it’s too much to condemn all DPS just because of one raid.

[Guild] Won: The new party is all gathered.

[Guild] Won: I’ll be back after overcoming my distrust of DPS.

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: No, hyung, it’s not that you’re narrow-minded, it’s just a statement of fact.

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: I bet you’ll come back with even worse distrust.

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: Sigh, you won’t listen anyway. Just go ahead lol.

***

And four hours later.

[Guild] Won: Everyone gather around for a second. 

[Guild] Won: How many DPS do we have in our guild? I’m currently debating whether to kick them all out.

[Guild] Won: This is the conclusion I’ve reached after running five raids today: I think we just need to erase DPS from the face of the earth.

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: lol—The guild master who went to run a raid to get rid of his DPS distrust suddenly declares he’ll erase all DPS from the guild, throwing the guild chat into total turmoil.

[Guild] 21st Century No Yeah: Turmoil my ass. Everyone’s in a dungeon, so it’s freezing cold in here.

[Guild] 21st Century No Yeah: Did you go with a public party??

[Guild] Won: Yes.

[Guild] 21st Century No Yeah: Won must be pissed lol. This is the first time I’ve seen that man type just ‘Yes.’

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: See, I told you it was just a statement of fact, hyung…

[Guild] Won: My Betting Bad can’t be like this…

[Guild] Won: What the hell happened to public parties while I was in the army?

The guild members laughed in unison at the chat, which clearly showed he hadn’t recovered from the shock.

Cherry Coke, who had been quiet while running dungeons with guild members, eating stir-fried pork, and playing tank, suddenly popped up with a comment.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: Shut up lol

[Guild] Won: F♡♡k of.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: ㅋㅋ

At that short laugh, Won finally accepted reality and tilted his head back.

“Haa, fuck.”

It was the end of the world, where all sorts of scrubs were getting cocky and people with nothing better to do were creating their own custom hard content… but was it really right for players who couldn’t even be called proper DPS to challenge hard content?

A revolutionary spirit, which he didn’t even know existed deep within his heart, reared its head.

Won stared at the monitor with an extremely rational expression. It was a face that could serve as the textbook definition of the word ‘composure.’

Maintaining that composure, Won pondered how he could screw over those DPS bastards who approached dealing damage with such rotten mindsets.

While he was seriously contemplating this with his chin resting on his hand, someone reached out from behind and tapped his shoulder.

Won turned around to see which bastard had dared to touch him.

However, as soon as he recognized the person, his expression reflexively softened.

“Our Peach.”

“I’m not a peach.”

“This is basically our standard greeting now, isn’t it? Me calling you ‘our Peach’ because you look like a peach, and you, who looks like a peach to anyone with eyes, saying ‘I’m not a peach.'”

He didn’t even want to know how many times the word ‘peach’ had just been used in a single sentence.

Dohwa, looking momentarily dizzy by the logic, wrinkled his nose and smiled.

Having made an effort to dress up by wearing a shirt instead of a hoodie and putting in contacts instead of wearing his glasses to come see Won, his face crumpled adorably, like a peach pit.

Laughing cheerfully at the sight, Won spun his chair around to face him fully.

“I only told you where I was, but you actually came? Isn’t this pretty far from your place, Peach?”

“I took a taxi.”

“Ah, right. Our Peach is rich, isn’t he?”

“Hmph, what are you talking about? Stop messing around and let’s just go. Have you eaten?”

He asked if Won had eaten, though he phrased it with a pout. 

Won laughed softly at the cute question and immediately closed the game without even checking his remaining PC cafe time.

While the rest of the guild members filled the chat with confused question marks, Won stood up and affectionately stroked Dohwa’s hair.

Though it messed up the hair he had carefully styled, Dohwa obediently let him do it.

“Is there anything you want to eat? Hyung is buying.”

“Me? I’ll just eat whatever you want to eat.”

“Me? I want to drink alcohol and smoke cigarettes.”

Won tilted his head, asking if he would really be okay with that. Between his long, curved eyelids, his red irises sparkled mischievously. 

“…You’re really annoying.”

“Why?”

“Hmph!”

“Are you pouting?”

“Hmph!”

“You need to use your words like an adult. Our Peach is all grown up now. Even if you’re a peach, shouldn’t you show an adult-like side for all the baby peaches out there?”

“Hmph, indeed!”

Dohwa kept his lips in a pout but spoke formally, exactly as Won had teased him to.

Won let out a laugh and lightly brushed his fingers against Dohwa’s soft, fuzzy cheek.

“While hyung was rotting away in the army, our Peach got even softer.”

“What? I didn’t get softer.”

“Hmm? Really? Compared to the last time I saw you, it looks like you gained a little weight. Maybe one or two kilos?”

Dohwa was about to argue that he absolutely hadn’t, but then he remembered the number on the scale at the pool a few days ago, and his expression shifted instantly.

“H-how did you know?”

“I can just tell by looking.”

“I’m asking how you can possibly do that.”

“You’ll figure it out once you get a girlfriend and start hearing things like, ‘Honey, do I look like I’ve gained weight lately? I actually gained two kilos. Is it super noticeable?'”

Won muttered, casually ruffling his own short-cropped hair.

At those words, Dohwa’s lips jutted out into a pout once more, and the shoulder carrying his bag slumped.

Catching that out of the corner of his eye, Won didn’t even look back at Dohwa as he simply extended an open hand toward him.

Faced with a hand suddenly thrust out at him, Dohwa crinkled his round eyes.

There was no way this man, who led the charge when it came to hating men, was asking to hold hands. 

With an expression that clearly wondered what he was playing at now, he asked, 

“What is it?”

He looked exactly like a puppy circling around its owner, tilting its head at a hand suddenly held out out of nowhere .

Meeting that questioning gaze, Won smiled faintly, glanced at Dohwa, and said, “Give me your bag.”

“Huh? Okay.”

Dohwa handed it over simply because he asked, but he still wondered why Won wanted it.

“It’s not even that heavy, though?”

Ignoring the muttering, Won turned and began to walk, casually carrying Dohwa’s bag in one hand.

Dohwa, blinking at the quiet gesture, hurried after him.

“What is it? Why did you take it?”

“Peach. Use your words properly. What do you mean ‘what is it,’ hey.”

“The bag!”

“Hmm? Didn’t your shoulder drop because it was heavy?”

“It wasn’t! How is that heavy?”

After answering with a puzzled expression, Dohwa finally realized that this was Won’s way of being considerate. Instantly, his face shifted into a complicated mix of disbelief and admiration.

It was the first time in his entire life as a man that he had ever been on the receiving end of such smooth consideration.

“What, did you really take it because you thought it was heavy for me? I’m not a child; why would I complain about a little bag being heavy?”

“Is that so? I see. Let’s go.”

Shrugging his shoulders at Dohwa’s words, Won wore a face that said  ‘if you say so, whatever.’ Yet, he kept a firm grip on the bag in his hand.

Dohwa trailed behind him, wearing an expression that was incredibly difficult to describe.

Because, at that moment, he felt like he finally understood exactly what Chaei meant when she said so many people liked Won.