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'What's... this...'
Hoshi the Tiger was awake. Yet he was also not fully awake. His mind, soul, and body were there, intact; but his focus?
Not so.
Various voices mixed in his ears. The noise was so so so bad, very bad, pretty bad that Hoshi could not help but roar to shut them up.
And shut them up he did.
Only then Hoshi felt like he was flying again.
He felt like he was floating in the sky, resting on the slowly moving clouds, snoring and enjoying the whole situation.
Yet someone just had to drag him down, back to reality, by pinching his ears. Both of them, even! What a meanie!
"HOSHI YOU DUMB TIGER, HOW DARE YOU FINISH MY STASH OF MAKGEOLLI!"
‘Oh.’
That voice, Hoshi recognized it.
It belonged to his friend, Woozi, the deity who guarded this mountain. Coincidentally, Woozi was also the owner of the empty jars that should be full of Makgeolli, but were finished by Hoshi on this moonlit mid autumn night...
Hoshi 'ehehe'-ed. Cutely. Or so he tried.
Too bad Woozi was having none of that.
So kicked down the mountain, Hoshi was.
(when Dokyeom saw him the next morning, he laughed until he wheezed. Hoshi could only pout)