There Are Four Top Idol Uncles - Chapter 180

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Part 2, Episode 6
“What, what are you laughing at? Jeongyun!!!”
But Baek Yun’s face flushed red and then pale, as if he’d grasped exactly what Harin and Jeongyun’s reaction meant.
“No. Seriously, I just feel bad for you, that’s all. You’re trying so hard, really.”
“….”
At Jeongyun’s words, Baek Yun spun on his heel and walked away.
What was that?
What did he mean, trying so hard?
“What do you mean Baek Yun’s trying so hard?”
“….”
“….”
At Yewon’s question, Jeongyun and Harin merely exchanged a glance but said nothing.
This sweet and lovely friend had received such overwhelming affection from her four uncles that it was simply her default setting in life—she barely registered ordinary kindness.
She just dismissed it as, ‘Oh, he’s a nice person, like my uncles!’
‘Though there’s that too….’
Jeongyun clicked her tongue and watched her twin brother’s bittersweet retreating figure.
‘Besides, Yewon grew up surrounded by the four most handsome uncles in the country… so she probably sees most boys as potatoes. Or maybe like sweet little stones.’
In other words, to win Yewon’s heart, a boy would need at least Lee Doha’s looks, Ian’s delicacy, Hanwon’s positivity, and Seo Yeonho’s physique to even begin.
And that wasn’t even all of it.
‘And her dad’s incredible too….’
He’d have to overcome Hyeon Yuseong’s wealth, his proportions, his insane drive.
For a moment, Jeongyun wondered if any man in the world possessed all those qualities.
She simply stopped thinking about it.
“Yewon.”
“Hmm?”
Jeongyun rested one hand on Yewon’s shoulder and raised her thumb with the other.
“You’ve only got one option—spend your whole life with us. The three of us should stick together all the way to a retirement home.”
“…???!”
“I vote yes.”
Regardless of the expression on Yewon’s face—’Why did this conversation suddenly go in that direction??!’—Harin nodded vigorously from behind.
But then.
“…Um.”
“!”
Someone blocked the path of the three girls.
The three friends simultaneously looked up at the boy standing in their way.
A head taller than his peers, large double-lidded eyes and firmly pressed lips.
A straight, prominently set nose with thick lines, dark and stubborn eyebrows.
When Yewon first saw him, her first thought was that he’d fit perfectly in a sports youth drama.
Though… he didn’t seem like the type to play the model student….
More like the troublemaker type who’d grumble and sprawl through to the final match, hearing “You damn bastard, don’t you dare lose!” shouted at him.
Then in that pivotal final moment, he’d redeem himself and score the winning goal in the championship, drawing from viewers that cathartic cry of “You son of a bitch, I believed in you all along!!!”—he had all the makings of that love-hate, cathartic character type….
A boy with slightly short reddish-brown hair, a solid build, and notably thick-lined features that left an impression.
He was good-looking.
The exact opposite of the student council president she’d seen this morning.
‘That one’s handsome in a refined, painted way… but this one has something rough and raw about him.’
If I were a director, I’d cast them as rival roles.
Yewon assessed the two boys entirely from the perspective of a fellow actor.
“Why are you blocking the way?”
But Jeongyun, who seemed far more displeased with this situation than Yewon, asked in an annoyed tone.
“…Oh, sorry. That wasn’t intentional.”
The boy spoke awkwardly, scratching the back of his head bashfully with one hand.
“I, uh… wanted to say something to you.”
The person the boy’s gaze indicated was….
Yewon.
“Me?”
Without thinking, Yewon pointed at herself with a finger and asked back.
Immediately, the two girls on either side threw her looks that screamed, ‘No way!’ and ‘What?’, their eyes darting between Yewon and the boy.
“Yeah…. You.”
What’s this about?
Yewon examined the boy’s face carefully, wondering if perhaps she’d known him in some past life.
But no matter how hard she thought, it was a face she’d never seen before—a complete stranger.
A face with such a striking impression that she couldn’t possibly have forgotten it.
“Then why me?”
“…My name is Hyun Siu.”
!
At the name Hyun Siu, Yewon’s eyes went wide.
She’d definitely heard that name before.
“Don’t tell me you’re—”
“…Yeah.”
Siu nodded, his face dark.
“I’m your rival.”
* * *
When Yewon entered Class 1-1 and took her seat, she saw the straight back of a boy sitting two desks ahead of her.
A back held rigid with tension, as if someone had pressed a blade against his spine—not a millimeter of give in it.
‘So that was Hyun Siu.’
She’d first heard the name Hyun Siu about two years ago.
‘As I mentioned, Yewon has shown no interest in Haion from the start.’
‘I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m handing Haion over to some boy who doesn’t share a drop of our blood, does it?’
‘Whether someone shares our blood or has none at all, who manages Haion isn’t your concern. That’s for the shareholders to decide.’
‘You exasperating man. Are you the only one who knows how to do things right? Do you think the whole world works like you do?’
One day when she came home from school, she’d found Mrs. Ju and Hyeon Yuseong arguing like this in the study.
Struck by the gravity of their conversation, Yewon had held her breath and stood quietly by the door.
Adults always hid important truths from Yewon on the grounds that she was still young.
If those secrets had been simply private matters, she would naturally have respected that.
But the secrets the adults kept almost always had deep implications for her own life.
‘It’s practically my business—how can they keep it from me?’
Every time, Yewon felt intensely frustrated.
Really, she couldn’t even tell them there was a proper teenager of fourteen living inside this body.
‘If that boy were just a distant relative, or if he’d at least inherited blood from our family, I’d have given up Haion cleanly and handed it over. But he only has the Hyun name—he has nothing to do with our family!’
So, according to what Mrs. Ju had explained, this was the situation.
The Hyun Family had both direct and collateral lines, but only Yewon remained in the next generation of the direct line.
Since Yewon had declared she had no interest whatsoever in managing Haion, the family elders had begun searching among the collateral children for the next heir.
The problem was.
The collateral line was strangely barren—there were almost no children at all.
Hyun Iho had even called this phenomenon the “Hyun Family Curse.”
He’d added that evolution, as if humanity’s algorithm were working of its own accord, was preventing the family’s malignant genes from producing descendants.
So when the family elders had declared three years ago that they’d hand Haion over immediately if any of the younger generation simply produced an heir,
an ambitious woman from a collateral branch had brought her nephew to them.
She’d been agonizing for years over her inability to have children, when her brother and his wife had died in an unexpected accident; she had adopted her orphaned nephew and raised him,
and now she was arguing that this boy should be accepted as the family’s successor.
‘That boy was Hyun Siu.’
From that point on, the Hyun Family had split into two camps locked in deadlock.
One side said absolutely not—Hyun blood didn’t run through him at all, so if anyone was going to take over, it should be a proven executive within Haion itself, not this boy.
The other side argued that since there was no heir ready, they should educate him and hand Haion over if he proved capable.
The two sides had remained at loggerheads, their positions never narrowing.
…Both secretly hoping that Yewon might eventually change her mind and accept the inheritance of Haion.
‘Of course, I still don’t care much about it.’
Yewon agreed with Yusong on this point.
Why should a company necessarily go to someone with Hyun blood running through their veins?
Yewon thought of Hyun Iho and Hyun Rion, who were managing subsidiaries of Haion.
…
Enough. She’d stop thinking about it.
Yewon shook her head to clear away the thoughts.
Then she looked back at Siu’s slightly protruding skull.
Siu was transcribing everything the teacher said into his notebook with meticulous care.
‘…This kid is kind of… old-fashioned… in his study methods….’
The diligence was almost impressive, but…
Surely there was no need to transcribe the teacher’s corny jokes too.
Yewon watched Siu with a slightly curious expression.
He had no gift for reading faces, yet he studied with such stubborn dedication….
‘So they sent me here without any fuss.’
From what I’d heard before, the family elders were pushing hard to get him into Ivy League business management at all costs, to earn their approval.
That’s why Grandmother raised such a fuss about me needing to go to the Ivy League too—I had quite a time smoothing that over.
‘Even on my second life, the Ivy League isn’t easy.’
No, honestly, even on my twentieth life it would probably be impossible.
‘Why did I even come here?’
Theater and Film, of all things.
It seemed about a hundred light-years away from Haion management.
It was deeply suspicious.
I’d barely managed to remember the name Hyun Siu, and now he was calling himself my rival.
Not even a formal declaration of war—what kind of nonsense was this.
It wasn’t funny at all, really.
* * *
“Since there’s no evaluation during first semester of first year, we can’t rank anyone by grades. So let’s determine our ranking by something else instead. But you get to decide what that something is.”
It really was a declaration of war!
Yewon looked up at Siu quietly, her eyes wide with shock.

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