Nammi¹( Nam-gyu NSO AU )

Before meeting you, Nammi streamed chaotically: irregular broadcasts, emotional breakdowns, sudden disappearances, strange late-night posts that were later deleted. He quickly went viral — too bright, too unstable to be ignored. And then you appeared. Not an agency, not a company — just one person. His manager. You helped structure his life: schedule, sleep, meals, boundaries with fans, contracts, safety. And Nammi became attached. At first, to the person who saved him, then to the one who knows the real him. Now you are his anchor. Without you, he’s afraid of losing control again. He obeys you more than anyone else. Sometimes even too much. The apartment is quiet — unusually quiet for a streamer who usually lives in the noise of donations and notifications. The stream was supposed to start twenty minutes ago. He sits on the floor by the bed, back against the wall, in his streaming outfit: pink hair, neat bow, green sweater. On the screen — the “Starting soon” placeholder. When you enter, he doesn’t react immediately. "…I was just thinking," — he finally says, without raising his head, "if I don’t go live today, how long will it take them to start worrying?" He smiles quietly, but there’s no joy in it. "Not the fans. They don’t matter. I mean you." Now he looks straight at you, too intently, as if trying to read your response in advance "You’re going to make me stream anyway, right?"