The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol - Chapter 330

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330

“Seo Ho-yoon! Seo Ho-yoon!”

My name echoed from all directions, but I had no intention of lifting myself from this chair.
Did they think I’d lost my mind?
I’d heard they were using some of today’s footage for promotional purposes, but that alone wasn’t nearly enough incentive to endure the ordeal of standing beside Min Ji-heon.
As I maintained my serene smile, Chae Jung-woo subtly came to Min Ji-heon’s aid.

“Seo Ho-yoon, if you’d come up now and sing together with Min Ji-heon, I’ll have a premium Korean beef set brought to you right away.”
“Oh~! Premium Korean beef~!! PD, hurry and come this way—.”

Min Ji-heon, who got excited at the mere mention of food, turned his gaze toward me with sparkling eyes, but I made my position abundantly clear to him.

‘I’d rather die.’

Thanks to his sharp instincts, Min Ji-heon quickly understood my meaning and promptly turned his head toward Chae Jung-woo.

“—Instead, I’d really appreciate your enthusiastic support from there, hahaha!”
“Huh?!”
“Now that I think about it, I should be fine doing this alone.”

He masked the subtle awkwardness with his face and a dazzling smile, exchanged a few light words with Chae Jung-woo, then playfully snapped his fingers as he spoke.

“Well then, shall we start the song?”

As the wistful plucking of gayageum strings filled the air, Kim Sung-hyun returned to the table with two bottles of wine and Jung Da-jun in tow. Jung Da-jun’s cheeks were puffed out from whatever he’d been snacking on.

“Whoa, what’s going on up there? Is this a drama?”
“Finish eating first.”
“Min Ji-heon’s ‘The Day the Daffodils Bloom’?!”

True to form for someone who drops to his knees in front of the television every time it airs, Jung Da-jun clasped his hands tightly together and gazed up at the stage with sparkling eyes.

“Wow, Min Ji-heon can sing too? Are you living in your own world or something?”
“Wow, so romantic~.”

The eager employees swayed their phone flashlights in time with the slow beat.
I sipped my wine and quietly observed them.
They all seemed to have forgotten, blinded by the drama’s glamour. It would have been better if they’d quickly recalled the special stage that Min Ji-heon, Yoo Ji-a, and I had prepared.

【Falling rain washes away sorrow….】

As Min Ji-heon’s voice flowed through the microphone, the lights that had been moving steadily left and right suddenly faltered.

【…Blooming buds speak of love….】

The atmosphere quickly turned somber.

“Ah….”

Even Jung Da-jun, his passionate fan who had finally awakened from his dream, couldn’t manage to cover for this and quietly averted his gaze.
Still, Min Ji-heon stubbornly continued the song with a single pitch.

“Ji-heon! Ji-heon.”

An employee who sensed danger procured a dragon robe from somewhere and hurriedly handed it to Min Ji-heon. Though flustered, he accepted it and hastily put on the garment. As his transformed appearance was captured on camera and projected onto the beam screen, exclamations erupted from all corners.

“Your Majesty!!”
“Our Jung Hwan is so handsome!!”

They shamelessly threw the theme song of the currently most popular drama at him, and when his mediocre vocal skills didn’t work, they began pushing with his face and acting instead.

【…Can you return to me again】

Jung Da-jun was moved to tears once more, dotting his eyes repeatedly. Since it was an off-schedule stage anyway, I indifferently focused only on the snacks in front of me.
Then, an ominous call came again.

“Ho-yoon….”
“….”
“Can you see the daffodils you used to like?”

A field in March where yellow daffodils bloomed in profusion.
It was the line where Jung Hwan held his scene partner.
Jung Da-jun had rewound it dozens of times on the television in the living room, and cried every single time he watched it, so there was no way I could forget it.

“Yoon, I will guard this place until the day you return.”
“That bastard’s lost his mind.”
“Until this yellow sea withers in winter and blooms again in spring.”

Ugh.
I’d muttered the curse so quietly—like ventriloquism—that it probably didn’t pick up on the audio, but my expression of disgust was captured clearly on camera and revealed behind Min Ji-heon.
Laughter erupted from all around.

“Your Majesty!!”

In that instant, Jung Da-jun shot to his feet and bellowed at the top of his lungs.

“Where is the Queen, and you’re giving such a beautiful line to this dark-skinned man!”

This bastard….
I couldn’t deny that I was pitch-black from head to toe, but I was pissed that The Dun’s maknae had betrayed me.

“Da-jun, come here.”

Before I could grab him by the neck, Jung Da-jun slipped away like a loach and followed Min Ji-heon’s gesture onto the stage.
Somewhere along the way, the OST from “The Day the Daffodils Bloom” had started looping endlessly.

【Will you ever return to me—】

“Da-jun, our daffodil.”

Min Ji-heon, wearing a gentle smile, tapped Jung Da-jun’s chubby cheek with the tip of his finger.

“I never commanded you to grow distant from me
1)
”

At that, Jung Da-jun, overwhelmed with emotion, covered his mouth with both hands and breathed heavily.

“Your Majesty….”

I had never seen such an absurd spectacle in my entire life.
I was so dumbfounded I couldn’t say a word, but Kim Sung-hyun grinned mischievously.

“It seems Min Ji-heon is keeping a close eye on our content.”
“Ugh, that’s seriously creepy.”

As the reactions began to escalate, Chae Jung-woo, who had been standing quietly in the corner of the stage, stepped forward with a microphone and took control of the situation.

“Wow~, as expected, Min Ji-heon! From your captivating vocal tone to your acting that captures the audience’s hearts—we really enjoyed it!”

He calmed the excited staff, soothed Jung Da-jun who was still bouncing around, and even sent Min Ji-heon back down from the stage.
At this point, I really should be paying Chae Jung-woo MC fees.

‘Anyway, I still need to finish that conversation from earlier…’

Well, according to Min Ji-heon, we could always make time for it later.
Right now, the talent show looming right in front of me was the bigger problem. I was just about to stand up from my chair to call my partner, who was nowhere to be found, when—

“Hey, Kim Sung-hyun. I need to step out for a moment….”
“Alright! Let’s continue with the next performance! Oh my~, these performers are going to showcase themselves directly through their performance?! The song selection is quite impressive!”

I was bowing my head to tell Kim Sung-hyun I’d be stepping away when the introduction pierced my ears and I froze.

“The Dun’s Sung Ji-won and Kang Yi-chae, ‘Chewy’—!”

What?

Dun, dun-dun, dun-dun-dun.

Purple lighting washed over the stage as a sticky yet heart-pounding beat reverberated through the hall.
A massive roar erupted from the crowd.

“Woooooow!”

As if we’d made a silent agreement, Kim Sung-hyun and I locked eyes before looking toward the stage.

“Why are they coming out from there…?”

Sung Ji-won, dressed in a tight black turtleneck with a striking red leather jacket draped over it, and Kang Yi-chae, wearing an oversized white t-shirt with ripped jeans, both holding electric guitars, were taking the stage.

“When did those two say they were leaving?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been looking since earlier, but they’ve just disappeared….”

Sung Ji-won grabbed the standing microphone, mimicking a somewhat swagger-filled gait, and slowly opened his mouth.

“Ay….”

Ay?

“Ay, babies, Ji-won’s here!!!”

Kim Sung-hyun, who had been holding wine in his mouth to suppress his bewilderment, spat it right back out. A few drops even splattered across my face.
Kang Yi-chae, standing beside Sung Ji-won and leaning against the standing microphone, was trembling with suppressed laughter, his shoulders shaking. His cheeks were even quivering.
Sung Ji-won proceeded into the opening without the slightest break in composure.

【Don’t throw me that ambiguous look, come to me―】

It was a song released by a small entertainment agency’s duo group, one that had received considerable criticism for its comedic yet provocative lyrics and performance.
Five years later, it had been re-evaluated as an artistic masterpiece, and countless celebrities had covered it since.

【You and I falling in love
The feeling of popping a balloon】

I barely came to my senses and shook my head.

‘No, yes. Except for the first part… It’s not that bad… . ‘Because I’m Seong Ji-won, I sing well.’

However, I forgot.
That despite his docile appearance, Sung Ji-won was quite the ambitious one.

【thee. From the head. All the way to your toes. King in one bite. I want to swallow it.】

And that he never gives up.
The rap section naturally began, and Sung Ji-won took it over.

【king! I want to swallow it!】

If Seong Ji-won recites sincerely and sincerely without crushing a single word,

【It may sting, but be warned. Chew it in one bite.】

【Yum! I want to chew it!】

Kang I-chae, who was headbanging while pretending to play an electric guitar that wasn’t even plugged into an amplifier, added Chuimsae.

“….”

At the same time, the camera kept coming out and capturing Kim Seong-hyun.
Each time, the camera kept catching me and Kim Sung-hyun.

“……Kim Seong-hyun, you should have stopped those bastards.”
“…Kim Sung-hyun, you should’ve stopped those guys.”

It was too much. It was too much to the point of being burdensome.
It was excessive. Uncomfortably excessive.
Yet the response from WH Entertainment’s executives and staff was soaring high enough to pierce the ceiling.
That cheering was undoubtedly a conversion of my and Kim Sung-hyun’s—and Jung Da-jun’s, who was headbanging near the stage with us—embarrassment.

‘I don’t think they will be first either.’

That’s true if you just look at it from a perspective, but let’s ignore that for now.

‘How much should I adjust?’

If I acted clumsily, I would end up with a useless travel ticket or a piece of scrap metal machinery.
If I played it too cautiously, I’d end up stuck with useless travel vouchers or broken machinery.

“Senior!!!”

As I followed Kim Seong-hyun’s gaze, I saw Joo Woo-seong wearing a black T-shirt. It looked like it had come straight from home, and it was covered in white cat fur.
Following Kim Sung-hyun’s gaze, I spotted Joo Woo-sung in a black shirt. He appeared to have come straight from home, with white cat hair scattered across him.

“…Are your members drunk?”
“…Are your members drunk?”

When Kim Seong-hyun cleaned up the messy glasses and pulled out the chair, Joo Woo-seong sat down and clenched his chin as if it were normal.

“I’m not late, am I?”
“I’m not late, am I?”
“If you’d arrived just one more minute later, you would’ve been.”
“Damn.”
“You ready?”

For some reason, he seemed to be in a good mood today.
For some reason, he seemed to be in an unusually good mood today.

“You have that part, you know.”
“You’re doing that part. You know that, right?”
“Yes, of course.”

The intonation contained a hint of regret, but the twitching part of the mouth could not be completely hidden. He said he had a dark past at the workshop, and he seems to have decided that he couldn’t die alone and decided to drag me in.

‘Why do I regret it?’

Well, illusions are free.
Well, misunderstandings are free to have.

“Okay, maybe next time. Let’s go—.”
“Got it. It’s probably our turn next. Let me just—”

… Hoyoon?
…Ho-yoon?

“I don’t take second place.”
“I don’t do second place.”
“What?”

The guy raised the corner of his mouth confidently.

“There is Black Call Gao.”

1) A line that appears in episode 12 of the MBC drama The Moon Embracing the Sun (2012.01.04.~2012.03.15.)

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