The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol - Chapter 187

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187

What’s he doing here again?
I stepped outside with my arms crossed, regarding Joo Woo-sung with a measured gaze.

“What brings you by?”
“Aren’t you going to apologize? An apology?”
“Oh, I’m sorry?”

My half-hearted apology only seemed to irritate him further. Joo Woo-sung rubbed his forehead vigorously before giving my shoulder a sharp push.

“Why did you come here? You could’ve called.”
“To get the watch.”
“You said you were busy, even though I offered to give it to you?”

Did it really have to be now?
That’s what I thought, but I kept it to myself. I understood he was trying to be considerate in his own way.
Instead, I simply alternated my gaze between the dark night sky and Joo Woo-sung’s blunt expression.

“You’ve got that ‘did it really have to be now’ look written all over your face.”
“Haha?”
“You’re not even denying it, you bastard! Move aside!”

Joo Woo-sung dragged me away from the doorway and strode into the home with purpose.
Jung Da-jun peeked his head out cautiously, but the moment his eyes met Joo Woo-sung’s, he lowered his head respectfully.

“Senior, hello…?”
“…??”
“Um, well…?”

He glanced around as if searching for something, his expression tinged with bewilderment.
I raised an eyebrow as I watched this unfold from beside Joo Woo-sung after locking the door behind us.
That’s when Kim Sung-hyun, who had finally noticed Joo Woo-sung, hurled his chicken aside and sprang to his feet.

“Huh!! Senior!!”
“Hyun-sung, hello.”

Joo Woo-sung had brazenly claimed the center of the living room as if it were his own home.
Still, watching him greet the members with a bright smile made me realize, somewhat surprisingly, that he did possess basic social etiquette.
Jung Da-jun, who had been standing awkwardly, cautiously asked Joo Woo-sung a question.

“…Senior, but did you come alone today?”
“Da-jun, why are you hitting me with that scripted line?”
“Excuse me. Our maknae knows you’re the senior?”

Does our maknae know that?
Even if a variety show threw out a mission to seduce someone with beauty tactics, Jung Da-jun—pure enough that his maximum would be pushing against a wall—what nonsense was I spouting?
I covered Joo Woo-sung’s mouth with one hand and handed him the freshly made drink with the other. Drink up and shut it.
Jung Da-jun kept rolling his eyes around before burying his face in his phone.
While watching that pathetic display and sipping my drink, Joo Woo-sung poked my side repeatedly.

“What.”

He leaned his body toward me, and a faint smell of alcohol wafted over.

“Actually, I just wrapped up the first round with some noona fans of yours, and they were going crazy asking me to check on you. They said they couldn’t bring themselves to visit the dormitory.”
“Just say you wanted to see me.”
“Hey! What kind of creepy thing are you saying?”

Of course he’d get flustered. Why was he so worked up?
As a signal to shut up again, I personally poured the freshly made warm drink into his mouth.
Joo Woo-sung, frowning deeply but smacking his lips and draining the glass clean, suddenly seemed to remember something and opened his mouth.

“Ah~, so you had a concert today?”
“Yes!! It would’ve been great if Woo-sung hyung came too. It was so much fun!”
“What did you do?”

Kim Sung-hyun’s cheeks had flushed with the rising alcohol, and he sat close beside Joo Woo-sung, fawning over him smoothly.
The other members seemed completely out of his line of sight.

“Senior! We from Black Call covered ‘Get Over’!”
“Oh, really? Thanks.”
“Seo Ho-yoon complained so much about how difficult it was! But he actually did pretty well.”
“…Oh, Seo Ho-yoon?”

Maybe it was because I was getting older, but sitting on the floor drinking made my lower back ache and my tailbone throb.
Deciding that drinking while lying down was truly the best way, I sprawled across the sofa and sucked on a pouch of soju through a straw, when Joo Woo-sung glanced at me and shook his head disapprovingly.

“How could he do well? I mean… Hyun-sung, even if that’s true for you, Seo Ho-yoon is hopeless with his hands.”
“We managed to get it to at least a choreography level.”
“Hey, that’s not even close to acceptable?!”

No one listened to my rebuttal.
Jung Da-jun, who had his nose buried in his phone, suddenly lifted his face and jumped in.

“Oh! Then senior, what’s ‘mangmangmang’?!”
“What do you mean ‘mangmangmang’?”
“Guess, hyung. It’s related to Ho-yoon hyung.”
“What, is it an acrostic or something?”
“An acrostic? Wa-haha, then ‘mang’!”

As Kang Yi-chae suddenly started the first line, Joo Woo-sung’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Wait, suddenly? Mang, mang….”

He tapped his glass thoughtfully with his fingertips, then rolled only his eyes to look at me.
I frantically gestured and signaled him not to corrupt the members with nonsense, but suddenly his lips curled up and he opened his mouth.

“I barely saved him from becoming a failed idol….”
“You want to die?”

I grabbed him by the nape of the neck from behind and tried to cover his mouth, but the guy with only brute strength stubbornly held his ground and gestured to Kang Yi-chae to continue with the next line.

“Mang!”
“Maniac Seo Ho-yoon, this bastard,”
“Mang!”
“Is destined to bang away with a hammer for the rest of his life….”

Don’t do acrostic poems on broadcast.
I watched the Members giggle and praise Joo Woo-sung as the best, then sighed and stood up to head to the Kitchen.
Experience really is the best. They get excited even when he does something like that.

“Senior, that acrostic poem was perfect!!”
“It captured all the frustration from before, right?!”
“Ahahaha~. Yes! I think you’ll be good at rapping too~.”

I pulled ice cream from the Refrigerator, sat at the Dining Table, and downed it with tequila, when I noticed Sung Ji-won and Kang Yi-chae exchanging meaningful glances.

“Brother, you know I really like this, right??”
“…Huh?? Huh??”

After that, Kang Yi-chae suddenly spouted nonsense at Joo Woo-sung, and whether he was flustered or not, he just laughed and refilled the glass. Without even drinking any himself.

“So please take good care of me going forward, Senior! Just have one drink~.”
“…This is the second shameless junior I’ve met.”
“Is the first one Ho-yoon Brother??”
“What’s the point in saying it.”

Even as dawn deepened, everyone remained lively and boisterous.
Joo Woo-sung seemed to be drinking at his own pace, but caught up in the relentless refilling from Kang Yi-chae and the heavy-drinking Sung Ji-won, he soon appeared noticeably intoxicated.

‘Woo-sung, how do you even manage to get caught up like that….’

I checked my phone and timed it.
It had only been 35 minutes since we arrived at the Dormitory.

“Geez….”

The illustrious Senior Joo Woo-sung, who had only shown off an idol acrostic poem, now sat in a daze with his forehead propped on his hand, words having abandoned him.
Unable to watch any longer, I set down my glass and stood up.

“Stop making him drink. I’ll take the senior and be back.”
“Sure~.”

I was about to call Joo Woo-sung “it,” but Kim Sung-hyun glared at me so intensely that I quickly corrected myself and helped Joo Woo-sung to his feet.
Kang Yi-chae waved his hand with an odd smile.

‘Kang Yi-chae and Joo Woo-sung seem to have deliberately gotten drunk.’

Why?
As I stepped outside after analyzing Kang Yi-chae’s, Sung Ji-won’s, and Jung Da-jun’s behavior, a belligerent drunk stumbled and nearly fell over his own feet.

“Hey!”

I quickly grabbed his arm and steadied him. Joo Woo-sung’s eyes were half-closed, and he seemed completely oblivious to what had almost happened.

“You should’ve just hit your forehead on the door earlier—why do it twice?”
“Ugh….”

Now that I think about it, I have no idea why this guy even came.
He claimed he came to find a watch and because Kim Hee-young and Lim Hyun-sung asked him to check on me, but he seemed more interested in chatting with the members than actually looking for the watch, and he didn’t seem to care about my wellbeing at all.

“But seriously, why did you come?”
“I don’t have any friends….”

I know, you idiot.
Kang Yi-chae gets loose-tongued after a few drinks, and it looks like Joo Woo-sung’s the same way.

“I’m just a little concerned….”
“Just… I was worried….”
“About what.”
“Well, you know… if you were okay….”

I said it loudly, and it turned out really loud.
I kept teasing him, and now he’s actually become a pushover.
It’s amazing he hasn’t been scammed yet.

You’ve been lucky not to get scammed so far.

Joo Woo-seong looked into my eyes and realized that I was looking at him pathetically, so he started to complain.
“Why?! Why again!”

Joo Woo-sung noticed my gaze and burst out indignantly.
Since it was late in the early morning hours, I covered the reckless guy’s mouth as I spoke.

Then, Joo Woo-seong led him to a large street where taxis could come and go. I ignored the grumbling noises behind me.
“Thanks to you, I didn’t become a wreck, and my body and mind are in excellent health, so stop worrying now.”

“Joo Woo-sung, are you busy these days?”
Then I led Joo Woo-sung toward the main street where taxis frequented. I ignored the grumbling sounds coming from behind.
Suddenly, the reward came to mind.
“doesn’t exist.”
“Joo Woo-sung, are you busy these days?”
“Yeah, damn busy.”

“No.”

“I said I don’t!”

I had no intention of using the reward immediately, but after observing Joo Woo-sung all this time, he was already a top-tier idol who had passed through his transitional phase, so his schedule was fairly open except during active promotion periods.

‘Well, I’ll use it later or something.’
“ha…….”

Chest, buttocks and thighs. Joo Woo-seong, who was fumbling with the pockets, took out his phone and smiled shyly.
“…I think I left it at the dormitory.”

“……uh?”

As I turned my head, wondering whether I should send the taxi away and go back to the dormitory to find his wallet,

“…Huh?”
“…Hello, brother.”

Seo Ho-jin came closer to me, who was stiff. My younger brother glanced at the drunk person leaning against me and made a slightly embarrassed expression. Probably because it was a famous face that he knew.

“…Brother, hello.”
“Uh… wow.”
Seo Ho-jin approached me as I stood there stiffly. My younger brother glanced at the drunk leaning against me, then wore a slightly awkward expression. He probably recognized the famous face.
“Wow, yes.”

“Oh… wow.”

“Wow, yeah.”
“Go in.”

And then he crumpled him into it.
“Huh, wh-what?”
“Get in.”

I crumpled him into the taxi.
I slammed the door shut, thrust two fifty-thousand-won bills into the driver’s hand, and urged him to hurry.

I quickly turned around and looked at Seo Ho-jin.

“Da-jun called me over, and well….”

I spun around quickly to face Seo Ho-jin.
When Joo Woo-seong came, Jeong Da-jun was looking around, Seong Ji-won and Kang I-chae were exchanging glances. When Joo Woo-sung came, he really liked Kim Seong—no, Kim Seong-hyun was like that.

So, if I had to quickly feed Joo Woo-seong and send him away, I would be more likely to take care of it than Kim Seong-hyun, who was weak at drinking, and in the meantime, I was planning to make him run into Seo Ho-jin who was waiting outside.

Jung Da-jun glancing around when Joo Woo-sung arrived, Sung Ji-won and Kang Yi-chae exchanging meaningful looks, Kim Sung—no, Kim Sung-hyun being delighted at Joo Woo-sung’s arrival, which was typical of him anyway.

So if a situation arose where I needed to quickly feed Joo Woo-sung and send him off, I was more likely than Kim Sung-hyun—who couldn’t hold his alcohol—to handle the aftermath, and in doing so, I’d inevitably run into Seo Ho-jin waiting outside.
Even though I changed my accommodation, I couldn’t feel relieved. I hurriedly entered the parking lot of the hotel with Seo Ho-jin.

“Why are you doing this if someone sees you? Aren’t you busy going to school?”
Irritated at having been played, I swept my hair back irritably and hurriedly looked around.
Changing dormitories didn’t mean I could let my guard down. I urgently led Seo Ho-jin into the Accommodation Parking Lot.

“What are you thinking, doing this where people might see? Weren’t you supposed to be busy with school?”
“What are you talking about? It’s summer break.”

“Have you been there long? Let’s keep in touch.”
Now that I thought about it, it was already summer.

He was jokingly joking, but his younger brother looked damp with sweat.
“Were you out there long? You should have called.”
“I didn’t wait long. I just thought about how severe global warming has become lately.”
Seo Ho-jin, who was frowning, joked as if he felt awkward.

I pressed my hand to his forehead, then turned him this way and that to check him over.
No injuries, no wounds.

Now that I think about it, Seo Ho-jin is the most idiotic person around me.

“No. I’m just thinking you’ve always been kind of dense.”
“What are you saying?”

I slapped my forehead with my palm.
“Don’t insult your own face. I look like my brother.”

“Do you want to go up to your dorm?”

Unlike me, his eyes had a gentle downward tilt, and his mild expression scrunched up slightly before he let out a pained groan. Then he burst into quiet laughter, and compared to the last time I’d seen him, he seemed to be in a much better mood.
But Seo Ho-jin shook his head.

“No, it’s okay.”
Continuing the conversation like this felt awkward, and since Da-jun had called me anyway, it seemed better to move to the Dormitory.
But Seo Ho-jin shook his head.

“No, it’s fine.”

“I’m still upset.”
“So. He looks a bit like me.”

Seo Ho-jin, who shamelessly told himself he was handsome and cute, only when I gave him a straight face did he giggle and take out his wallet from his pocket.

“Exactly. He kind of looks like me.”

Seo Ho-jin, who had been shamelessly going on about how handsome and cute he was, finally pulled out his wallet from his pocket with a chuckle once I gave him a serious look.
However, what actually stuck out was something small, about the size of two fingernails glued together.

“Take this.”

But what actually emerged was something small, about the size of two fingernails put together.

“Take this.”

When I received it in my hand, it was a crumpled family photo carefully taped together.

“…Yeah.”

Ever since I turned ten, my traces had been erased from almost every photo except those I’d taken alone. That’s why it was nearly impossible to find a picture of all four of us together.
In this world, we couldn’t exist in this form at the same time.
“Finding those photos was a bit of a hassle, Hyung.”

Inside the small rectangular frame, twenty-year-old me stood awkwardly alongside my parents and a ten-year-old Seo Ho-jin.
In this world, we couldn’t exist simultaneously like this.
Perhaps I’d been bothered by the fact that I’d fiddled with the family photo when I went home.

“It’s a gift. I was originally planning to give it to you with flowers when the Program ended, but then I got annoyed and thought about not giving it at all….”

“But it felt too wasteful not to.”
“right?”
Damn.
“Wait a minute, I’m completely out of it right now?!”

“Right?”
“Yeah, it’s a shame we can’t see our silly little brother’s chubby cheeks from when he was ten.”
“Wait, they’re completely gone now, okay?!”

My throat suddenly tightened.

I placed the family photo in the innermost pocket of my wallet.

“…Thank you.”
“…Okay, kid. Just say the word. I can give you a ride little by little.”
I spoke hesitantly, and Seo Ho-jin smiled softly.
“Wow, it’s so fucking hard to exaggerate Korea.”
“Then at least call me an expensive taxi when I head home.”

“Really? Then give me a ride to Campus. I want to maintain the dignity befitting a Student Council member.”

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