The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol - Chapter 346

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346

The music video production wrapped up quickly after the underwater shoot.
Whether Han Executive’s promise to push The Dun forward was more than just words, the newly assigned competent staff showed no hesitation in their work and moved with impressive speed.
I’d grown somewhat accustomed to the abnormal condition by then—knowing roughly when nosebleeds would start and when I’d cough up blood—so I managed to act through the music video shoot with reasonable skill.
Though there were moments during filming when I genuinely thought I’d die—like standing in front of a massive fan for dozens of minutes or repeating intense group choreography dozens of times.

‘Just a little bit more and I can make it through….’

I pressed my index finger firmly between my eyebrows.

‘…Woo-sung’s broadcast.’

With Black Call’s activity status still uncertain, Joo Woo-sung—who had a solo comeback coming soon—had been regularly uploading self-produced content to his personal YouTube channel lately.
Given that he showed talent and flair in variety shows, this was an unexpected move on his part, though once he started, he threw himself into it wholeheartedly.

[Title: Seo Ho-yoon and Joo Woo-sung’s Hawaii Episode

Hawaii Episode Summary:
If Joo Woo-sung and Seo Ho-yoon’s friendship is fake, I’ll never trust anything in this world again

└These two are really close friends
└Seo Ho-yoon really looks out for Joo Woo-sung and seems to respect him^^
└└Isn’t this just Bloy being lenient since the Workshop situation hasn’t fully resolved yet
└└Yeah^^
That’s right^^
└When a motorcycle passed by in the distance and he pushed him saying “Dangerous!” I grabbed the back of my head
└Whenever Woo-sung and Ho-yoon appear, the views and entertainment value are guaranteed. The editing was good too, like with Racing Me last time]

[Title: Is Joo Woo-sung and Seo Ho-yoon his only friend?

First of all, let’s exclude Jungwoo since he is a member.
I honestly thought they were just doing business, but after watching the Hawaii episode my mind changed a bit, so I’m asking
Before Seo Ho-yoon started being nice to Joo Woo-sung, they were basically fighting like every 5 seconds
Are they really genuine friends and not just business partners?

└If you ask me directly, I would say it’s business.
└If you ask directly, they’d probably say it’s business
└└222222
└└Even that’s way too much of a stretch,,

It seems that Hawaiian vlogs were quite popular, and if you search for Joo Woo-sung and my name together, most of them mention that time.
The Hawaii vlog seemed to have been quite popular, as most search results for Joo Woo-sung and my name together mentioned that time period.

“Anyone who doesn’t appear on Joo Woo-sung’s broadcast is a fool. It’s worse than turning over the dinner table that was just prepared.”
“Anyone who doesn’t go on this Joo Woo-sung broadcast is an idiot. It’s not even close to overturning a perfectly set table.”
“The bonus must have been pretty sweet, huh?”
“…Yeah, well.”

Looking at how I am now, I wanted to postpone my schedule if I could, but

[Quest has arrived!
[Quest Arrived!
Increase your recognition by filming the ‘Woo-sung Broadcast’!
Success: If views exceed 1.5 million within three days of YouTube release, you will receive 15,000 points.

A honey-like Quest has been dropped.
A sweet quest had dropped.

“Fuck, really….”

Feeling the pain pouring in like a tide, I pressed my head against the wall in the hallway of WH Entertainment’s new office building and chewed on painkillers while waiting for my road manager.
Feeling the pain pouring down like a tidal wave, I waited for the Road Manager while leaning my head against the hallway wall of the WH Entertainment New Building, crunching painkillers between my teeth.

“Ho-yoon, hello!”

As I moved my eyes, I saw Seong Ji-won’s face with a familiar smile on his face.
As I moved my eyes, I saw Sung Ji-won’s face with a familiar smile on his lips.

“…hi.”
“…Hey.”
“Ho-yoon, why do you look so gaunt? Are you eating properly?”
“You saying I’m ugly?”

Seong Ji-won grinned at my foolish words and set the rhythm.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t go to practice much.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to practice much.”

The album that will be released in September has been in preparation since last year. Thanks to this, I was able to master the choreography quickly, and even when I was sleeping, the choreography would automatically come out as soon as I turned on the song.
The album coming out in September was something we’d been preparing and perfecting since last year. Thanks to that, I’d mastered the choreography long ago—so much so that the moves would automatically flow out of me even if I heard the song in my sleep.

“I think it lasted too long this time. Is it an aftereffect of being sick before… Or was it a bit burdensome to film underwater? It wasn’t that bad back then either.”
“This seems to be lasting longer than usual. Is it aftereffects from when I was sick before? Or maybe the underwater filming was more taxing than I thought? I wasn’t doing well then either.”
“If I die later, scatter money on my grave.”

In an instant, Seong Ji-won’s expression disappeared.
Sung Ji-won’s expression vanished in an instant.

[Jeong Da-jun: (photo)]
[Jung Da-jun: (photo)]
[Jung Da-jun: Hyung, the rice we ate at our dormitory today]
[Jung Da-jun: (photo)]
[Jung Da-jun: Hyung, the dessert we had at our dormitory today]
[Jung Da-jun: (photo)]
Jung Da-jun: Brother, I’m doing the dishes again today… She says I’m not fun.
[Kim Sung-hyun: Da-jun’s phone battery died, he’s whining that he misses you]
[Kim Sung-hyun: That’s completely a lie hyung, that Da-jun guy]
[Kim Sung-hyun: I definitely don’t say I miss you hyung]

My vision was already dizzy, but it was difficult to read because the texts were coming so quickly in real time in The Dawn chat room.
My vision was already spinning, and the messages from The Dun group chat were coming in so fast in real time that it was hard to read them.

‘I’m not the type of person to just let things go like this.’

I was trying to scroll through the chat room and take a closer look, but only when I realized that my eyes were spinning did I turn off my phone. I slowly took a deep breath and raised my head, and Seong Ji-won said with a slightly embarrassed look.

“Aren’t the kids bothering you?”
“Are the guys bothering you?”
“It’s because I’m not going back to the dormitory. At this rate, they’ll probably end up throwing all my stuff outside the door.”

It was a joke to change the mood, but Seong Ji-won held my shoulder and treated me seriously.

“We never do that. So there’s no need for Ho-jin to worry and worry about us. Right now, I just think about you.”
“We would never do that. So you don’t need to worry about us while you’re concerned about yourself. Right now, just focus on you.”
“….”

Then, he returned to his normal self and gently raised his mouth.

“Ah! Take this… take it!”

He stretched out his right hand and handed me the paper bag he had been holding the entire time. I suddenly accepted it and looked inside to find a hand-sized tumbler and emergency medicine.

“This is citron tea. It’s made with citron juice that my grandmother personally made, and it’s really delicious. I was visiting you yesterday and I told you that you didn’t seem to have any energy these days, so she gave me this to help with body aches. I drank a lot of it when I was young, too… I thought it would be good for you to have it too…”

Suddenly, I remembered one day when I sat on the narrow stairs and drank a can of citron tea with Seong Ji-won.

“thanks.”

When I touched the tumbler once and then took it off and said hello, Seong Ji-won showed an even brighter smile.

“Call me whenever you need anything.”

After saying those last words and gently waving his hand as he walked away, the young Seong Ji-won’s face flashed behind him, hurt and abandoned in the lounge on the first floor of the hotel.
With those parting words, he waved his hand gently as he walked away. Behind his receding figure, the image of a young Sung Ji-won from the Hotel 1st Floor Lounge flashed through my mind—hurt, abandoned, and bristling with bitterness.
The feeling was strange.
Something scratched at my chest, and at the same time, I felt like I might cough.

.
.

Before getting out of the van, I checked my appearance in the mirror.

‘… ‘What a skeleton?’

Even heavy makeup couldn’t cover up the red under eyes and thin cheeks.
Even heavy makeup couldn’t conceal the redness beneath my eyes and the hollowed-out cheeks.

“Ah! Seo Ho-yoon, it’s been a while!”
“Oh! Seo Ho-yoon, it’s been so long!”

I was able to see the faces I was familiar with from the Hawaiian Vlog shoot.

“Hey, you’ve become more handsome! I think your jawline has become sharper and your sensitivity stands out! Have you lost weight?!”
“Wow, you’ve gotten even more handsome?! Your jawline seems sharper somehow, giving off such a refined vibe! Did you lose weight?!”

We agreed and looked around at the surrounding scenery.
I played along appropriately while surveying the surrounding landscape.
It was the place where, years ago, The Dun had filmed a rural healing program under the guise of a summer special for their own content production.

“Oh, are you here?”

It was a hot day with the sun shining brightly enough to make the air rise from the floor, and he was wearing a boxy white T-shirt and pants with an impressive floral pattern, as if he had been digging up vegetables.
Despite the scorching heat so intense that the air shimmered above the ground, he was dressed as if he’d been foraging for wild greens—a loose white t-shirt paired with baggy pants adorned with a striking floral pattern.

“He chewed my text messages very carefully, but when it came to entertainment again—.”
“You certainly chewed through my texts thoroughly enough, but variety shows—”
“….”

Joo Woo-sung, who was mumbling as he took off the sun hat that covered more than half of his face, paused for a moment and looked me up and down.
Joo Woo-sung, who had been grumbling while pushing up the sun cap that covered more than half his face, paused for a moment and gave me a once-over.

“When did I chew on my brother’s text message?”
“When did I ever chew through your texts?”

He supported me as if pulling my arm and led me into the room.
I pulled him along by the arm and led him into the room.

“I wanted to take a break, but I was just having fun, and then Jungwoo told me to film some self-produced content to promote my solo album in advance and show Bloy’s face. But it’s not in my personality to get hit on by people. So, I thought I’d just invite a few people around me and show them how I’m doing in my daily life… That’s what I did….”
“I wanted to rest for a bit, but didn’t want to just loaf around, so Jung Woo said he was filming self-produced content to promote his solo album early and told me to show my face to Bloy too. But being around crowds doesn’t suit my personality anyway. So I thought I’d invite just a few close people and show my daily life, how I’m doing… that’s what this is about…”
“What about Nyang-nyang?”

I braced my trembling body and wiped away the sweat with the back of my hand.
I forced strength into my trembling body and wiped the sweat from the back of my hand.
I was grateful it was summer. No one would mistake this sweat for evidence of suffering.
Small insects crawled through my brain before my consciousness shattered like breaking ice, fragmenting.

“hey…….”
“Hey….”

what.

“Are you sick?”
“Are you sick?”
“No.”

Why do you use a question when you have decided on the answer?
Why ask a question when you’ve already decided on the answer?

“Cold? Body aches? Gastritis?”
“A cold? Body aches? Gastritis?”

In the moment after answering, all the nagging words Joo Woo-seong had been giving me passed away like a flash of light. At the same time, a creepy tinnitus started ringing in my ears.
After answering, all the nagging Joo Woo-sung had hurled at me flashed before my eyes like a lantern show. Simultaneously, an eerie tinnitus began ringing in my ears.

“Tsk.”

Joo Woo-sung clicked his tongue slightly and asked in a calm tone, slowly stroking his sweaty hair as if he was choosing his words for a moment.

“…Seo Ho-yoon, do you still want to film?”

Do you want to do it?
Do I still want to?

“What are you talking about?”

Points and promotion of the last activity of the year are at stake.
This was work with points and promotion for this year’s final activity on the line.

“I don’t get sick, and once I decide to do something, I never stop until it’s done.”

Joo Woo-sung narrowed his eyes and just looked at him for a while, then nodded.

“okay.”

Joo Woo-seong, who was going outside, shouted at me.

“Hey, there’s kimchi in the back, so bring that out.”

Is it kimchi fried rice again?
Kimchi fried rice again.

“What are you doing…collock.”

I covered my mouth with my hand and gritted my teeth to suppress the sudden coughing, but once it started pouring out, there was no way to stop it.

“Cluck, clack, clack….”

When I finally swallowed the cough that lasted for a long time and raised my head, all the staff members were looking at me with concern in their eyes.

“…It’s Sare.”
“…It’s just choking.”

Joo Woo-sung, who was frowning with his lips pouting, kicked me out of the room and after a while, he handed me a table set consisting of bean sprout soup with finely sliced ​​kimchi as the main dish.

“ruler.”
“Here.”

The food I was still chewing and swallowing felt burdensome, so I just scooped up the bean sprout soup with a spoon and swallowed it.
Since chewing and swallowing solid food still felt burdensome, I took a spoonful of the bean sprout soup and swallowed it.

“…Weren’t you making kimchi fried rice?”
“…Weren’t you making kimchi fried rice?”

That’s right.
But you do.

Even if they were top-tier idols, they didn’t usually know what foods the public liked.
Even for a top-tier idol, most people didn’t know every food the general public preferred.
However, the vast majority of the nation knew that Joo Woo-sung’s favorite food was “kimchi fried rice.” His obsession with it bordered on madness.

‘You’re pretty good at cooking.’

The guy pushed me a side dish and immediately stood up without even sitting down.

“You are eating.”
“Keep eating.”

Busy noises could be heard from outside.
Bustling sounds drifted in from outside.

“Ah, washing dishes….”
“Oh, the dishes….”

He blurted out something again, so I lowered my gaze, and this time it was a kick to the stomach.
He suddenly thrust something at me. Looking down, I saw it was burdock root tea this time.

“Even if it’s hot, drink it all without leaving anything behind.”

I held the cup, sipped it, and looked at Joo Woo-sung.
I picked up the cup and sipped it slowly while studying Joo Woo-sung.

“……why?”

… What is this guy?

“Is it too hot?”

Why are you so kind without saying anything?
Why is he being so kind without making a fuss?
No dramatics at all.

“……no.”

As I emptied the Baedoraji tea, Joo Woo-seong pointed to the master bedroom located in the back.
After I finished the burdock root tea cleanly, Joo Woo-sung pointed toward the master bedroom at the back.
It seemed like he wanted me to follow, so I nodded, and he led the way.

“Sigh.”
“Get some rest.”

I looked at Joo Woo-seong intently, then moved my eyes to the blanket for a moment and then back to Joo Woo-seong.

“hey.”
“Excuse me.”

And so as not to be caught by the microphone, I opened a notepad on my phone and wrote a short sentence.

[Are you conscious of your image as a good senior in front of the camera?]

In an instant, Joo Woo-sung’s expression changed to look like he wanted to kick me right away.

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