I Hate Bra Size

"Have you lost your mind, Hyo-Rin?!" Kai shouted angrily, still reeling from just being "killed" by Hyo-Rin in their latest argument.

"What do you mean?" Hyo-Rin blinked in surprise. "I only asked how I looked earlier." She cocked her head innocently, but her hand tightened around the pistol hidden behind her back.

Kai's face turned pale as sweat poured down. He'd rather avoid another gunshot wound, thank you very much. The last one had stung a little too much for comfort.

In his mind, Kai was screaming, Think, Kai! Think! Use that brain for once and find a way to escape this psycho girl!

And then it hit him.

"Umm...actually, you looked...AMAZING! Really, truly amazing!" he exclaimed. "You're sooooo cute! I'm, uh, your biggest fan now, Rin-chan!"

To sell the performance, Kai raised his hands and made a big heart shape above his head, flashing the sweetest smile he could muster. It was a smile so cheesy it could've sponsored a pizza commercial.

"I love you, Rin-chan," Kai added with a delicate, cutesy pose. He clasped his hands together, squeezed his eyes shut, and tilted his head like a girl in a romance drama discovering her first crush.

Kai's face now resembled a high school girl experiencing love for the very first time—complete with rosy red cheeks and sparkles in his eyes (though the sparkles might have been tears of fear).

This utterly ridiculous act was Kai's last-ditch attempt to survive. Dignity? Long gone. Pride? Sacrificed. His only goal was to avoid being shot at again.

To his surprise, Hyo-Rin was stunned. Her face turned beet red. She slowly lowered the pistol and looked away bashfully. Her heart was racing faster than a jet plane. Even Kitty—who had been quietly watching the chaos—covered her face with both hands, blushing furiously.

"Hmph! Of course you're my fan! No one can resist my overwhelming charm!" Hyo-Rin declared, her narcissistic side shining through like a diva on stage.

"You're right, Rin-chan! You're the best! You're the queen of cuteness! The idol of all idols!" Kai shouted like a fanboy hyped on energy drinks.

This only made Hyo-Rin blush harder. "Hehe…well, since it's getting late, I suppose I'll let you go," she said, trying to sound cool.

Kai, seizing the moment, backed away. He managed a few steps and slipped past Kitty. Almost there! Just a little more and I'm free!

I'll never talk to this narcissistic psycho ever again after this! Kai celebrated internally.

But just as he was about to escape…

"Wait right there, Bakachin."

The words hit Kai like a thunderbolt. He froze mid-step. That wasn't a nickname you wanted to hear from Hyo-Rin. He could feel a menacing aura radiating from her direction.

"What did I do wrong this time?" Kai muttered to himself, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Turning around slowly, he forced a smile. "Y-Yes, Rin-chan? Hehe…"

"If you're my fan, you should already know this," Hyo-Rin said, twirling her pistol lazily. "Answer me, Bakachin: What's my bra size?"

The room fell silent.

"Wha-WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?!" Kai yelled without thinking.

Both Hyo-Rin and Kitty stared at him with deathly glares. Kai instantly regretted his outburst. "Ahem, of course I know, Rin-chan," he stammered. "I-I'm your biggest fan, after all."

His mind went into overdrive. One wrong answer, and he could be filled with lead in seconds. Kai began analyzing her figure like a scientist studying an alien specimen.

Hmm...judging by the curve shape, the frontal view suggests…wait, but from the stage, it looked smaller…??

His inner calculations went wild. He imagined equations flying around: chest circumference x diameter ÷ angle of slope = ?? Kai pictured a chalkboard filled with complex formulas.

Finally, the answer clicked. "I got it!" he cried triumphantly. "Rin-chan, your bra size is B-cup!" He said it with the confidence of a Nobel Prize winner.

For about half a second, Kai thought he was a genius.

Then—

BAM! BAM!

Two gunshots rang out. Kai's shoulders exploded in pain, and he collapsed to the floor, groaning.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" he screamed as blood trickled down his arms.

"You're a fake fan!" Hyo-Rin snapped, her eyes filled with fury. "How dare you get it wrong!"

"Wha—What?! How could I have been wrong? Was there a variable I missed?!" Kai muttered, dazed from pain and confusion.

Hyo-Rin stomped toward him, grabbed him by the hair, and forced him to look up at her. She glared with eyes that could pierce steel.

"Next time," she hissed, "if you're gonna claim to be my number-one fan, you better KNOW YOUR STUFF."

Kai, tears streaming down his face.

Kai blinked. Again, he was standing right in front of Hyo-Rin, sweat pouring down his face like he'd just finished running a marathon. His heart was pounding as if someone had replaced it with a drum machine on max volume.

"Bakachin, I knew it—you're a liar!" Hyo-Rin's voice rang out, her eyes narrowing into slits. She pointed her finger right at him like a courtroom prosecutor who'd just cracked the case.

"I know who you are. You're a spy from YBG, aren't you?! At first, you didn't even care about me. But when you got caught, you pretended to be my fan. Isn't that right, you piece of garbage?! You probably planned to kidnap me and hand me over to YBG!"

Kai's brain short-circuited. YBG? Kidnapping? What the heck was she even talking about?!

He opened his mouth to respond but found his jaw locked in place.

"Answer me or I'll kill you!" Hyo-Rin shouted, pressing her pistol right up to Kai's forehead.

Oh, great, Kai thought. Another day, another gun to the face. Why do I always attract the crazy ones?

He didn't say anything. Partly because he didn't have a clue how to respond, but mostly because he was busy praying.

BAM!

The gun went off, and everything turned dark.

Kai crumpled to the ground, barely conscious. His entire body felt cold as ice. Slowly, his eyes closed.

"Well," he muttered weakly, "at least I asked her bra size. That's something…right?"

And then—

Ding!

[Hyo-Rin hates you. Mission failed!]

[Penalty applied! You have died!]

[Skill activated: Returning to Checkpoint!]

Kai shot back to life, gasping for air. He was sweating bullets (again), and his heart was racing faster than a caffeinated squirrel.

"Crazy narcissist," Kai grumbled.

Hyo-Rin's voice interrupted his internal rant. "Bakachin, what's wrong with you? Answer me—what did you think of my performance?"

There she was again, standing tall with that same smug look on her face. And the gun. She still had the gun.

Kai panicked. He needed to figure out Hyo-Rin's bra size before she shot him again. His mind worked overtime.

"Uh…Hyo-Rin, what's your bra size? I mean, can you just tell me? Please?"

Hyo-Rin's eyes widened. She gasped and immediately crossed her arms over her chest. "What did you just ask, you pervert?!"

"W-wait! I didn't mean it like that—"

THUD!

Kai's vision went black as Kitty appeared out of nowhere and delivered a hammer punch straight to the back of his head.

"Owww!" Kai groaned, cradling his head. "What the heck, Gorilla Girl? I was just asking for her bra size! It's not like I—"

"Shut it, perv," Kitty growled.

Kai barely had time to process the pain before he noticed Hyo-Rin aiming her pistol right at his face.

"I knew there was something wrong with you, Bakachin," Hyo-Rin sneered. "You're not my fan. You're just another YBD creep trying to mess with me! I've already dealt with a few of your friends, so I know your whole crew is nothing but pervs obsessed with me and my perfect body."

Kai blinked. "Wait—what?! I'm not with YBD!"

BAM! BAM!

Two bullets to the head. Kai dropped like a bag of bricks.

Darkness closed in once again.

"Ugh, that was even faster than last time," Kai thought as he floated in the void of death. "What am I supposed to do now?"

Then inspiration struck.

Alright, enough playing nice. Time to go full crazy.

A grin spread across his face. "Okay, Hyo-Rin. You want crazy? I'll give you crazy."

Kai cracked his knuckles, ready for his next respawn. This time, things were going to get wild.