How to Seduce S-Class Hunters with Bungeoppang - Chapter 20

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Chapter 20
Shin Hye called me immediately, excitedly asking if I could get Kang Min Hunter’s autograph. When I dangled his signature as bait and asked if she’d do me a favor, she loudly proclaimed she’d do anything—absolutely anything—without hesitation.
That had happened just days ago.
Things are coming together smoothly haha (photo)
Without a moment’s deliberation, Shin Hye had enthusiastically agreed to my request. True to her eager nature, she was already diving into serious preparations. I smiled as I looked at the photo she’d sent me.
“…It needs to have an impact.”
Kang Min Hunter. Even after becoming a Hunter, he still laughed brightly and chattered away like he had during his dazzling idol days, drawing people around him—yet the emptiness in his eyes when he was alone was utterly hollow.
He’d convinced himself that the moment he stopped being an idol, people stopped loving him. He believed all the effort he’d accumulated over countless days had crumbled in an instant.
But that was only half the truth.
Yes, there were people who resented and envied him for becoming a Hunter instead of remaining an idol. Yet the world still held many who loved him—not as “idol Kang Min,” but as “Kang Min” the person himself. People who cherished and supported him unconditionally.
My friend Shin Hye was the prime example.
She changed her phone’s wallpaper to Kang Min Hunter’s photo practically every other day, and whenever we met, she’d inevitably boast, “Isn’t our Min so cool?”
Watching her hunt down every tiny article and screenshot them, I couldn’t help but marvel that the saying “fandom requires stamina” was absolutely true.
Reading Shin Hye’s message that preparations would be complete within a week, I pulled out the card I’d bought in advance. The recipient: Kang Min Hunter. The sender: deliberately left blank.
I carefully placed the crisp paper I’d prepared into the envelope. I smoothed the edges and pressed the envelope once more to ensure nothing would crease. Imagining Kang Min Hunter’s curious expression when he received it, my heart inexplicably began to race.
That’s when Ha-nyang poked his head over my shoulder and asked.
“What’s that, meow? An invitation?”
“A small catalyst for our mission’s success. You’ll find out soon enough.”
I gently shook the envelope with a smile. Ha-nyang narrowed his eyes and stared intently at my face. He seemed frustrated that I wasn’t explaining everything straightaway.
“Curious? If you’re really, really curious, I’ll tell you.”
“Hmph, never mind, meow. I have no interest in human games, meow.”
Offended by my tone, Ha-nyang abruptly turned away. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.
‘I hope Kang Min Hunter likes it.’
What I wanted to convey to him wasn’t anything grandiose—just a simple truth. That there were still people who loved him. That regardless of whether he was an idol or what he was doing, there were hearts that supported him unchangingly.
Perhaps showing him the genuine affection of people like Shin Hye would be the comfort he needed most. With that thought, I gazed quietly at the invitation.
All that remained was to invite him.
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“Hey, where are you going?”
“To get Maekomee fish cakes. It’s my turn.”
Kang Min ignored Soo-hyun’s comment from behind—the one about how he’d eaten them yesterday too—and quickened his pace.
‘If only Soo-hyun understood the true taste of Maekomee fish cakes.’
Ever since eating Maekomee fish cakes on that bench, his life had done a complete 180. He’d become the kind of person who couldn’t live without them.
The savory and sweet flavor of the batter melting on his tongue, followed by the spicy, tingling sensation that came after—the taste was extraordinary, and the stress-relieving effect was undeniable, leaving his troubled mind considerably lighter.
He was just about to receive his usual pre-ordered Maekomee fish cakes.
“Kang Min Hunter, please take this!”
“What is this? An invitation?”
He unfolded the card from the neatly prepared envelope and found an unfamiliar address written on it. Surely this wasn’t an invitation to someone’s home? Leaving our Leader behind?
As he looked at it suspiciously, Ha-neul winked and told him it was a birthday party she’d prepared, urging him to come.
‘A birthday party? Out of the blue?’
While his birthday wasn’t far off, he wasn’t the type to make a fuss about it. Besides, this address was completely unfamiliar to him. Could it be a surprise birthday party prepared by the team members?
‘These aren’t the kind of people who would do something like this for me.’
Even as I thought this, when the date on the invitation arrived, I diligently prepared and made my way there. The address led to a cafe near the University District. According to my search, they were known for delicious desserts. Could the desserts actually be for Awakened ones?
After parking my car nearby, I walked toward the cafe, my breath misting slightly from my parted lips in the cold air.
“It should be around here….”
As I rotated the map app to gauge my location, I spotted a cafe in the distance and stopped in my tracks. There was the wooden sign I’d seen in the reviews—”Cafe Delia.” But something incongruous surrounded it.
“…My face?”
Plastered across a banner hanging on the cafe’s exterior was none other than my own face. Even more startling, a life-sized cardboard cutout of me stood beside it.
It felt familiar—exactly like the birthday cafe my fans had prepared for me before. I couldn’t bring myself to approach and stood at a distance, staring at the cafe. Suddenly, my heart began racing wildly.
“Kang Min Hunter! Over here!”
Ha-neul emerged from the cafe and waved at me enthusiastically, light pink balloons dangling from her hand.
“Sister, what on earth is this….”
“Shh! You’ll understand once you go inside.”
She announced to those inside the cafe that Kang Min Hunter had arrived, then grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.
Her seemingly fragile strength felt overwhelming, and I had no choice but to be dragged along. And finally, as I stepped inside the cafe,
[Min-a, thank you for being born!]
[0216 HAPPY BIRTHDAY KANG MIN]
I saw a large banner with a beaming photo of myself, surrounded by people waving pink balloons.
Thunderous cheers filled my ears. Goosebumps erupted across my entire body, my skin tingling. Still unable to comprehend what was happening, I looked around in a daze.
“Your fans prepared this birthday party after learning your birthday was coming up soon.”
“…My fans?”
My first instinct was suspicion—had all these people come to see Beyoud instead? Were the other members coming too?
But the banners hanging and the placards they held bore only my name, only me.
‘Do I still have fans?’
Before I could voice my doubts, I was ushered to a prepared seat and could only watch as the people unveiled the events they’d organized one by one.
The first was a video they’d prepared.
―Is this how you’re supposed to film this?
As the video began, my youthful face filled the screen.
It was a self-recorded video I’d made during my trainee days to monitor my practice sessions.
My disheveled hair, training clothes, and heavy breathing were visible as I repeated choreography to a pop song.
Subtitles scrolled beneath.
[A pure-hearted boy who carried passion,]
The screen shifted to show me taking deep breaths backstage. It was the day of my first performance right after debut. As the one with the longest trainee experience, it fell to me to comfort the nervous members.
I gathered the members, called out a small cheer, and patted their backs.
The signal came, and the members took the stage with determined expressions. I was the last to wave and ascend the stage.
[Sometimes dependable like an older brother,]
Under brilliant stage lights, I gazed at the camera with a slight tremor.
As the intro to the song I’d practiced hundreds, thousands of times began, I naturally smiled and the performance started. Edited highlights of the stage flashed by, followed by deafening roars from the audience.
[Like someone born to perform on stage,]
Next came the moment of the first-place announcement. When Beyoud’s name was called, I looked at my members with a bright smile. Among the members wiping away tears, I took a deep breath and accepted the microphone. Fans in the audience wiping their tears flashed across the screen.
[We will always support the always-shining you]
The screen suddenly switched to a news broadcast.
[Kang Min of group Beyoud Awakens as an S-Rank Hunter]
Beneath the bold caption, he stood in hunter attire, his expression somewhat strained. Between bursts of camera flashes, he remained motionless.
[Our pride, Min, moving forward for new challenges]
As the scene shifted, his more mature face filled the screen. It was footage from an interview conducted immediately after clearing a Gate—a far cry from his perfectly styled idol appearance. Blood spattered his face, and his hair lay disheveled.
Behind his interview, the cheers of citizens echoed. Kang Min glanced briefly over his shoulder, shrugging with a smile.
[No matter what you look like, we’ll walk this path with you]
The screen gradually faded to black as the final caption appeared.
[Our eternal idol Kang Min, we sincerely celebrate your 22nd birthday!]
He bowed his head deeply before the video ended and the lights came on.
His eyes burned as if scorched by flame, and his chest tightened—he couldn’t think of anything at all.

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