The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol - Chapter 359

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359

[Title: Seo Ho-yoon’s Two-Week Reign is Insane

Who gave this reckless guy a sword anyway…
I thought Seo Ho-yoon would just smile and act like usual…

Nope..
Absolutely not

What’s been happening to this bastard lately?
He’s basically taking it out on the guys like he’s venting

Ho-yoon: Lemonade
Da-jun: Yes!
Ho-yoon: Strawberry cake
Da-jun: Yes!
Ho-yoon: Rap machine
Ji-won: (boom-chick boom-chick)

Hahahahaha what the hell?

└I thought I’d lose it just from Sung Ji-won rapping in “Find My Code”… honestly if I were a judge on Show Me The Swag and Sung Ji-won was a contestant, I’d eliminate him in 3 seconds
└Sung Ji-won doing rap right away, what is this seriously..
└└Seems like he’s gone crazy with comedy lately…]

[Title: But They’re Consistently Doing the Penalty Well feat. Today’s Live

Our Dunging Group, turning on live whenever they’re bored..
And on today’s live too, reckless Seo Ho-yoon was doing sword dances

The Leader, unable to stand the tyranny of this reckless guy, steps up to take the heat…

Hyun-sung: Hey, Seo Ho-yoon. Seriously, stop it.
Ho-yoon: Huh? But did you do your forfeit today?
Hyun-sung: (Damn, I shouldn’t have brought that up)

The chat window erupted into chaos.

Ho-yoon: Haha, the Noeul fans are asking us to hurry up
Da-jun/Ji-won: (Evading)

In the end, the Dunging Group performed the forfeit live on stream…

Hyun-sung: (Damn it, damn it)
Yi-chae: (Damn it, damn it)
Hyun-sung: …I’ll do it
Yi-chae: …Yeah

(…on the crown of the head♡)

Hyun-sung: Ahhhhhhhhhhh
Yi-chae: Ahhhhhhhhhhh
Seo Ho-yoon: Haha (calm)

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

└Kim Sung-hyun’s kiss on the crown of his head literally lasted 0.00000001 seconds before he bolted away and ran to the bathroom
└Like he was about to throw up lol
└└Lololol only we’re having fun right now lololol
└└Sung Ji-won maintaining that delinquent tone is seriously hilarious I’m crying seeing Kim Sung-hyun get a goodnight kiss and go “Huh?! Thanks!!”

While the interim report on The Dun’s album activities was in full swing, I sat beside Lee Ji-hyun, checking the community together on a tablet PC.

“—The response from Level S2 has been quite favorable. Particularly, the album sales trends and music chart performance differ significantly from last year—…”

Even though they’d pulled an all-nighter just days ago, the Dae Pa-sung Planning Team had been smiling the entire time. Those handling The Dun were nearly certain of their year-end bonuses.
They’d acquired Dae Pa-sung under the pretext of strengthening the actor lineup, but in the end, only WH Entertainment’s male idol group division had grown stronger—a joke that circulated widely. From Joo Woo-sung’s solo to High Five, and now The Dun, they’d completely dominated the music industry this entire year.

‘Yeah, well, it’s good. It’s good, but…’

My gaze, which had been sweeping across the conference room, stopped at Jung Sun-ui, who sat quietly in the innermost corner.

‘What’s gotten into him?’

His work remained professionally polished as ever, but his attitude had grown distinctly suspicious lately.
He deliberately avoided meeting my gaze, positioned himself far from anywhere I might be, and made obvious efforts to prevent us from being alone together—so transparent it was almost pitiful to pretend I didn’t notice.

‘Let me test the waters.’

The meeting finally ended, where we’d tediously rehashed the same tired discussion about The Dun’s direction, and people began rising from their seats one by one.
My eyes remained fixed on Jung Sun-ui. Beside me, Jung Da-jun, who’d been fanning me the whole time, grumbled.

“Hyung, can’t we use a fan instead of a hand fan?”
“You want to subject your hyung to artificial wind?”
“This is artificial wind too, hyung.”

I ignored the maknae, who’d grown quite sharp-witted, and turned my head toward Kim Sung-hyun.

“Hey, I want some coffee.”
“Should I grab it from the convenience store?”
“No.”
“…Then from the in-building cafe?”
“There’s a small cafe with a red sign in the dark alley across from our company building. I like that place.”
“….”
“You know what I usually drink, right?”

Over the past few days, I’d learned firsthand that unless I gave individual orders, they’d deliberately mess things up by bundling all the members together as a package deal. Even the traffic light in front of WH Entertainment was notorious for long waits.

“Why not just have them make it there?”
“Their whipped cream is delicious.”

I ruffled Jung Da-jun’s hair as he grumbled about how he’d grown up now and everything was basically the same anyway, then pushed Kim Sung-hyun’s back toward the door, telling him I’d see him at the practice room later. Watching the members leave noisily in conversation, I leaned my back against the conference room doorframe and crossed my arms. I nodded silently to the employees quickly filing out, including Lee Ji-hyun, and tapped my fingers against my forearm.

“Planning Team Lead.”
“…!”

Jung Sun-ui, who’d been trying to slip away among the crowd, startled as if he’d seen a ghost. I caught the documents that nearly fell from his hands and returned them to him.

“Be careful.”

How uninteresting—he was showing his agitation far too openly.

“…Thank you.”
“Thank you for your hard work in the meeting. I heard you went through a lot coordinating between Dae Pa-sung and WH.”
“…Oh, it’s just part of the job.”

Her responses came a beat too slow.

“Come on. Still, I heard you were a great help to our Planning Team Lead and Lee Ji-hyun. That alone must have taken up quite a bit of your time.”
“Not at all. It wasn’t such a difficult task.”

‘Hmm, it doesn’t seem to be a problem from Dae Pa-sung’s side.’

“Oh right, I heard through our Manager that Han Executive has been very helpful to us in various ways—.”
“…!”

Jung Sun-ui’s eyebrows twitched ever so slightly.
I continued speaking while wearing a bright smile, meticulously observing every minute shift in her expression.

“We need to wrap up this year’s activities well too….”

Not just this year, but my entire idol career would come to a brilliant close.

“….”

Jung Sun-ui looked somewhat tired as she wiped the corner of her eye with her ring finger.

“…Yes, there’s always next year.”

Next year? There was no next year for me.
I responded indifferently in my mind, and Jung Sun-ui, having roughly organized her documents, bowed her head slightly.

“Yes, I understand. Then I’ll be going….”

I realized that even if I tried to keep her longer, nothing more would come from her lips, so I simply watched her departing figure.

“Hmm….”

Though she was called the Planning Team Lead of WH Entertainment, I didn’t think Jung Sun-ui was someone who could significantly influence The Dun’s plans at this point. But with the operation just around the corner, I found myself on edge about even the smallest details.

‘Is there something going on with Han Executive?’

I was turning the matter over in my head, wondering if I should dig a little deeper, when someone grabbed my shoulder from behind.

“Well, well. Who do we have here?”

I turned at the familiar scent of citrus—bright and subtly sweet—and found Min Ji-heon’s face staring back at me, dark circles hanging all the way down to his chin. He must have been in the middle of filming lately.

“Good to see you’re in excellent health, at least.”
“….”

I stared at that shameless face for a moment, then seized his arm and dragged him into a corner of the hallway.

“Ack!”

Next, I grabbed the back of his neck and pressed down as he flailed about like a sheet of paper, my voice dropping to a low whisper.

“You want to die?”
“Ahhh! Why—why are you suddenly—!”

Why suddenly again?

“I lent you my home, and after all this time, you don’t even greet me properly? You just come at me with your hands? Where did all those kind words go?”

I decided to kindly inform this oblivious culprit of his crimes.

“How dare you leak our group’s location?”

Kang Yi-chae had been quiet lately, perhaps having cooled off, but that didn’t erase Min Ji-heon’s transgression.

“Ah… ha-haha, well… that could happen, right…?”
“Don’t tell me you did it on purpose to mess with me.”

As if remembering something, he fumbled for words and vehemently denied it.

“What?! Absolutely not! Besides, if that were the case, why would I go through all this trouble setting things up? And you were the one who threatened me first, demanding I hand over the house. How was I supposed to know I’d get threatened again by someone from the same group?”
“What exactly did he say to you?”
“…I was scared…”

Min Ji-heon averted his eyes slightly and seemed reluctant to elaborate.

“…We’re just incompatible.”

I watched the person in front of me—intimidated and mumbling before someone seven years younger—with disdain. Apparently feeling wronged, Min Ji-heon immediately began pouring out excuses in a rush.

“You act like you’re not intimidated by that person either… I know you’re being careful around them too?!”

Fair point. There are occasionally troublesome moments.

“So what.”

Still, I had zero sympathy for him.

“No, I’m just saying… Oh, by the way, didn’t your album come out recently? Are you still promoting? You seem to be in good physical condition though.”

Min Ji-heon quickly changed the subject, gauging my mood.

“From what I hear around, your group’s momentum this year is extraordinary. People are saying you might actually win the grand prize.”
“We should.”

The one who had been rambling alone paused for a moment, then brushed his hand across his mouth as if covering it.

“…But really, is winning an award that important?”

Perhaps because Min Ji-heon loved acting itself and viewed trophies as nothing more than a byproduct of that, his expression showed he genuinely didn’t understand what the big deal was.

“…Well, being loved by many people is a good thing. At least Ji-hyun will cheer you on earnestly—.”
“Hyung.”

Just then, Kang Yi-chae suddenly appeared, though I thought he’d gone to the cafe with the other members.
In one hand, he held a coffee topped with whipped cream generously drizzled with caramel syrup—an odd choice for him—and his expression clearly showed his displeasure.

“Ah….”

Min Ji-heon let out a small sigh and subtly stepped back behind me. However, he apparently couldn’t ignore Kang Yi-chae approaching with a bow. In the end, he also greeted him with an awkward smile.

“…Kang Yi-chae, it’s been a while.”
“Yes.”
“Hmm, you seem to like sweet coffee. I enjoy it too.”
“It’s not mine, senior.”
“Ah, yes….”

Despite Kang Yi-chae’s consistent formal speech, his bristling demeanor made Min Ji-heon hesitate and close his mouth. Watching him stiffen and fidget awkwardly, his excuse about being scared seemed less like a lie than I’d thought.
Noticing Kang Yi-chae’s eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity, I spoke to Min Ji-heon before the situation spiraled into something more troublesome.

“Let’s call it here. I’ll contact you later.”
“Sure.”

He glanced up at me sideways, clenched his fist slightly, then whispered a small “Fighting.”

‘Get out of here quick.’

Only after Min Ji-heon turned the corner at the end of the hallway and completely disappeared from view did I turn back to Kang Yi-chae and ask.

“…Where are the others?”
“They went to the practice room first. I came looking because you weren’t there.”
“I see.”
“But hyung, you didn’t dislike that senior?”

Instead of answering, I took a sip of the coffee Kang Yi-chae handed me.

“Slave.”

And I called him by another name. At that, his long red eyebrows twitched.

“Is this three pumps of chocolate syrup?”
“What?”
“It looks like two and a half.”
“….”

Kang Yi-chae exhaled a long sigh, his expression seeming to say: just drink whatever you’re given.

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