Translator: MarcTempest
Editor: Rxel
Chapter 202
After chatting with the other team mbers in the waiting room, they each changed their clothes and left the room.
“Good job, everyone!”
“Thank you for your hard work.”
As one by one left the room, Hanjo smiled and said to Woojoo, “I’ll go ahead. My siblings are waiting for .”
“Oh, okay.”
Woojoo nodded with a regretful face.
He wanted to have a conversation with the oldies about today’s ga or fortune-telling, but unfortunately he couldn’t go with them.
“Woojoo, let’s take a selfie together.”
“Can I use your phone? That’s great. Then let’s exchange phone numbers this ti.”
The other team mbers grabbed Woojoo and asked him to take a selfie or exchange numbers.
Soone chuckled and said, “I always wanted to be friends with you when I saw you on TV, but you five looked so close that I couldn’t find a chance to join in.”
“You could have just said so… Actually, we’re not that close. We’re just like post-its.”
Woojoo chatted with the senior singers and made friends with them, then he cut off at the right timing and got out.
“Thank you so much, Sunbae-nims! It was so much fun playing with you.”
“Yeah, you did well too.”
“Yes, I’ll go up first.”
Woojoo bowed energetically and closed the door behind him.
It was only an hour, but he wanted to see his siblings soon.
Woojoo walked briskly like Junghyun did when he went to eat, and the hallway passed by quickly.
When he reached the stairs to the first floor.
He faintly saw four figures huddled together in the dark stairs.
They had handso shadows.
Anyone could tell they were his kids.
What were they doing there?
Woojoo was curious, so he walked along the hallway and stuck to the wall at an angle where he couldn’t be seen from the stairs.
When he put his ear close, he heard voices.
“It’s dark again.”
“Junghyun Hyung, this is sensor-based, right? Just wave your hands like this~”
The youngest’s swaying voice and the shadows of the four waving their hands together swayed toward .
Woojoo held back a laugh.
Flash.
Woojoo heard them giggling.
“But what is Rihyuk Hyung doing?”
“He’s recording the cycle of the lights turning off. If he’s right, they’ll turn off again in 30 seconds.”
“Wow. This Hyung would have been Edison if he was born in the Joseon Era.”
“Wouldn’t Edison be executed in the Joseon Era?”
“Is Rihyuk dead?”
“…Why are you suddenly killing ?”
Woojoo felt calm as he listened to their nonsense.
Jiho said he had sothing to try and moved his body in the dark, and when the light turned on, he imitated the concert opening.
As the others clapped and made a fuss on the stairs.
Woojoo walked out with a ta-da smile.
“Hey, guys!”
Soon, the four pairs of beautiful eyes that were chatting with each other turned to him.
Their pupils dilated and their eyes and mouths rose at the sa ti.
The mbers jumped up.
“Woojoo Hyuuuung!”
“Guys!”
They went up and down the stairs like excited monkeys.
And they t at the landing and shared a joyful reunion.
“Woah!”
It felt healing.
***
Indoor gymnasium facility managent team.
“…”
The managent team employee who was staring at the CCTV with fierce eyes had a stunned expression.
He was watching the movents of fans or staff who might sneak into other places to prepare for ergencies, as there were many attendees.
But there was a strange scene on the CCTV of the basent 2nd floor stairs.
‘…What is this.’
As he stared blankly, a senior employee next to him leaned his head in.
“What, what’s the problem?”
“It’s cara 24.”
“24? Basent level 2? Why is that…”
He blinked as he turned his head.
‘What the hell.’
On the CCTV screen, four people were dancing around soone who was holding sothing like a dal in the center.
They looked like monkeys who had won a battle.
The leader showed off the dal, and the rest of them acted as if they were dazzled.
Then they danced joyfully.
“…”
“…”
The senior who was staring blankly parted his lips.
“But… they can dance well.”
“They do dance well.”
“…”
“…”
He didn’t know who they were, but they were idol mbers who were dancing splendidly on the basent stairs.
They had a bronze-age tribe vibe.
“Do their fans know about this?”
“Maybe it’s better if they don’t…”
“That’s true…”
“…”
The two n looked at the CCTV with awkward smiles.
***
First floor main arena.
They ca back up and took their seats to watch the won’s wrestling final.
-Yes, it’s finally the won’s wrestling final!
-Scarlet is dominant this year too!
Scarlet, who had finished off Girls on Top with a single win, was still showing their dignity.
While mber Bom, who was sitting on a plastic chair, was waving a fan like Zhuge Liang and cheering.
The rest of the sisters, Yu Bi, Guan Wu, and Zhang Bi, were attacking the opponent’s neck, or rather, the opponent.
-Daisy! She defeats Misty’s Su Ah and gets another single win!
-She has such a hearty laugh! She can’t hide her joy of victory.
-Last year, she got the nickna of Glutinous Rice General, right?
There was laughter everywhere at the ntion of Glutinous Rice General.
“…”
They rembered Daisy as a plump glutinous rice cake.
She still had that visual, but sohow her smile looked like a heroic hero who laughed heartily.
It was kind of scary.
Daisy, who was briefly scanning the audience, glanced at them and the five cowards cheered politely.
Starting with Daisy, who was the first runner, Scarlet recorded three consecutive wins.
Misty, who had made it to the final, did their best, but their seniors from their agency were too strong.
“Woohoo!”
Amid the fans’ cheers.
As they put the wrestling gold dal around their necks, they clapped while the comntators ca out for the interview.
The four of them, who were smiling contentedly, appeared on the screen.
-Congratulations on winning the wrestling!
-Thank you!
They nodded their heads.
-We have to make it short because of the ti… Who will do it? Yes. Rina.
The visual mber with a calm appearance brushed her hair back, and Curtain, the fandom, shouted ‘Unnie!’ and was restrained by the security.
Rina, who was sending love to the fans, soon called soone.
-President.
The cara captured their president in the audience.
Next to him, the President of DNS dia was making a nervous expression, and their President was wiping his nose with a handkerchief, his eyes red.
He nodded his head at the call.
Rina said to the President in a short and bold voice.
-We’re going to eat snowflake sirloin this year.
Daisy added ‘1 ’ with her unique rap, and laughter erupted in the arena.
The other singers also clapped and congratulated them.
They pricked up their ears at the conversations that were heard here and there.
“Lemon is the overall winner this year, right?”
“Yeah. They have the wrestling gold dal, the archery gold dal… and the running silver and bronze dals.”
“Last year, it was only Scarlet, but this year, they swept the dals for both n and won.”
Woojoo asked his siblings with an excited face, “Are we the overall winners?”
“Unless sothing unexpected happens,” Rihyuk said, thinking hard. “We’ll win the overall championship, no matter who gets the MVP. They’d have to fly in the air to beat us with this score difference.”
“Ugh…”
“Look at Woojoo Hyung’s eyes. They’re already glazed over. He has the sa expression he had in Director Jo’s ho studio.”
Woojoo was happy.
The overall championship was just a hollow honor. What mattered most to him was the promise he made with the President.
He said he would buy Woojoo the composing equipnt that was in Director Jo’s house.
Woojoo scanned the audience seats to see the President’s face.
He saw him sitting next to President Im of DNS dia, boasting to him. His eyes sparkled.
Woojoo sent him a look.
Sparkle, sparkle.
Junghyun shook his head.
“I don’t think the President sees you, Hyung.”
“Just a second.”
Woojoo decided to focus his gaze a little more.
Sparkle! Sparkle!
Spark! Le!
His persistent stare finally caught the President’s attention.
He opened his eyes wide and smiled warmly, waving his hand.
He looked like the happiest person in the world, having crushed the rival company and taken first place.
They mouthed to each other.
‘Woojoo-ah!’
‘President-nim!’
They exchanged affectionate glances.
Woojoo heard whispers from the mbers next to him.
“Woojoo Hyung is looking at the President like a treasure goblin.”
“That greed…”
“The President must think this guy is a goose that lays golden eggs. Lucky him.”
Woojoo ignored them and smiled.
When he sent the President a finger heart, he chuckled and sent him a giant heart back.
The youngest tilted his head.
“But the President still looks happy. Maybe he doesn’t know how much the composing equipnt costs.”
“Let him enjoy it.”
Their younger brothers also sent stars and hearts to the President.
The President smiled blissfully for a while, then got up from his seat, wearing an old coat.
He seed to be humming a tune.
President Im, who got up with him, had a grumbling face. Maybe they had a bet on the al.
Junghyun said, “Oh? He’s leaving.”
“He should go now. He must be very tired. He stayed until the end.”
As Bijoo said, the seats that were filled with directors at the opening ceremony were now empty.
Most of them had left after attending briefly in the morning, due to their schedules. The only two presidents who stayed until this ti were theirs and DNS dia’s.
It was already evening.
It was amazing and grateful that he stayed until this ti to cheer for them, even though he must have been busy.
The youngest, who was lying on Woojoo’s lap, said, “I’m jealous. I want to go ho too.”
“You can go at 10.”
“Oh, right! That’s true.”
The recording schedule for today was supposed to end around 1 a.m.
But their youngest and main vocal had to leave at 10, because of the law set by the country for minors.
They said that broadcasting recordings were not allowed after 10 for those under 15 or sothing.
It was a law made to consider the harsh broadcasting environnt for minors, but it seed that it applied to most minors, not just those under 15.
Of course, leaving ant waiting in the waiting room.
Jiho made a sullen face, then a mischievous one.
“Ugh… I want to stay here with you guys, but the country tells to go, so I’m so sad.”
“…”
“I guess I’ll have to lie on the sofa in the waiting room.”
“…”
The faces of the three, except Rihyuk, softened.
Woojoo smiled warmly and gestured to their third.
“Junghyun-ah.”
“Yes, Hyung.”
“Take care of it.”
“Yes.”
Woojoo looked around while their youngest, who was ticklish, scread.
“Ugh…”
“This is unfair…”
The other group mbers who were squatting nearby had bitter faces.
They had been squatting for more than twelve hours since dawn, then exercised briefly, and then squatted on the cold floor again. They were all on the verge of getting sick.
Cold. Hungry.
And there were still more than six hours of recording left. It was driving them crazy.
Sotis they exchanged glances of camaraderie with each other, saying they were suffering.
Since they were sitting in the middle of the stadium, there were eyes and caras everywhere, and fans were watching from afar, so they all smiled outwardly.
“Yap yap!”
The one who had been whining ‘this is unfair’ just a mont ago winked at the fans, making Woojoo laugh.
Maybe it was because of the restrictions on their behavior, but the Teen Spirit nearby seed especially stifled.
They whispered vulgar words to each other’s ears, and then sent boyish charms to the fans.
“…”
Woojoo still couldn’t get used to it. That.
He moved his gaze from the other idols and looked around more widely.
While the next event was being prepared, the staff were going back and forth.
He t eyes with Hanjo, who was sitting nearby.
They nodded at each other and got up from their seats.
“Hyung, can we go to the Soufflés… where?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.” Woojoo smiled and said to the younger ones who were getting up from their seats, “Let’s go see the Soufflés now.”
***
The information that Han Taehyun gave him after the basketball ga was premium.
-Don’t you want to go to the cheering section and see the fans?
Of course.
It was much better to say a few words up close than to gesture and kick each other from afar.
But…
-It’s hard because you have to watch out for the staff.
That was the problem.
The program itself, Dolympics, was so abusive by the production team that Woojoo always felt like he had to be careful.
They were decent where the caras were.
But in places where they weren’t, they would just pass by and yell ‘hey, you’, and push them with their hands to move the equipnt.
And they were so strict that if they did sothing wrong, their manager Hyungs would be called and scolded.
No wonder the fans hated this program.
That was why they couldn’t go to the fan seats.
The other senior idols had experience, so they would sneak in and out at the right timing, but as a rookie, they didn’t know that timing.
Woojoo was anxiously looking at the fan seats and wondering ‘what should I do?’ when their big senior gave him a tip.
When was the right ti to go.
And that was right now.
“We’re here!”
“Wow!”
Their Soufflés greeted them with a happy expression.
Woojoo smiled as he saw their faces, which were very tired but happy.
Like Decalcomaniacs, he thought they probably had the sa expression.
Because they had been trapped for more than twelve hours from dawn until now, they exchanged eyes of friendship and talked.
There were hoarse voices here and there, but it was a warm and lively atmosphere.
“Oppa!”
Woojoo turned his eyes at soone’s shout.
“I’m going to the office and change my na to Kim Deoksoon!”
“Pfft!”
The manager Hyungs who were standing nearby also burst into laughter, and the younger ones and the fans rolled over, holding their stomachs.
The mbers urged Woojoo to answer, so he looked at the fan and said, “Rember this first.”
“…?”
Woojoo raised his finger and said, “Deoksoon is the one and only.”
Next to him, Junghyun exclaid, ‘Oh, you don’t have any sha anymore.’
Woojoo clapped his hands and said proudly, “Co on, repeat after . All together. Deoksoon is the one and only.”
“Deoksoon is the one and only.”
The fans around Woojoo blinked their eyes as they chanted ‘Deoksoon is the one and only’ like a choir.
Woojoo nodded his head with a satisfied face.
“You can’t change your na. If you really want to change it, don’t use Deoksoon, but make it Deotsoon with a double consonant.”
“A double consonant. A double consonant. You hear that?”
“Oh, right. A double consonant.”
While Rihyuk was clucking his tongue, everyone laughed for a while.
Woojoo asked the Soufflé with a smile, “What’s your real na?”
“Ye… Ye-ji.”
“Please don’t change it. I’ll rember you by that na. Kim Deoksoon is mine.”
As soon as he said that, people everywhere showed their greed by saying they would change their nas to Kim Deoksoon, but he didn’t fall for it.
Soon, the road manager Hyungs ca with bags in their hands.
“You worked so hard today, so we prepared a special dinner for you.”
To be exact, it was thanks to their youngest son from a rich family.
They handed out their gifts to the fans in the seats, one by one.
A luxurious paper box.
On top of it were the letters they had been writing for days. Woojoo said to the Soufflés who were staring at them, “As you can see, these are the words we wrote with all our hearts…”
“It’s steak!”
“What? Steak?”
Soone shouted and everyone started to open the paper boxes with surprised faces.
“Wow, it’s steak.”
“Wow…”
“It’s really steak.”
This, this was not it.
Woojoo said again with a smile, “We wrote these words with all our hearts…”
“Wow, steak.”
“You’ve been so good to us…”
“Steak!”
“…Enjoy your al.”
Woojoo smiled happily at the sight of the fans who were holding forks and knives to survive.
He saw now.
at.
at was the best after all.
User Comments
0 comments from readers