There Are Four Top Idol Uncles - Chapter 190

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Part 2, Episode 16
“Come on, Chaeyeon. What’s with the ‘hey’? You’re scaring the kid~”
“What do you mean ‘kid’? This is creepy. Ugh.”
“See? You scared her~ We’re supposed to get along, so how are we going to do that~”
“Right, Kim Chaeyeon. Knock off the attitude. We agreed to take it easy, didn’t we? Did you already forget what you said?”
“She’s supposedly some Haion princess. She’s never seen anyone as harsh as you, I’m telling you.”
The group blocking the three friends’ path tittered among themselves, each vying to speak over the others.
“….”
Before opening her mouth carelessly, Yewon carefully studied the group.
Two girls and three boys.
They were pretending to be friendly, but the atmosphere was anything but.
‘I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but….’
Her eyes caught on the heavy makeup, the casual way they wore their uniforms, and their persistently taunting manner.
“Did you call for me?”
Yewon asked calmly.
“Yeah, we called for you~”
Instead of the girl called Kim Chaeyeon, the girl standing next to her—long straight hair, bright smile—answered in her stead.
But Yewon could sense plainly that the smile in her eyes carried a vein of mockery.
“Why~? Were you surprised we came looking for you?”
Look.
The malice was dripping so thick there was no way to miss it.
“Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared~”
“She’s totally freaking out right now.”
“Even a global megastar gets scared, huh.”
She’d meant to investigate the third-years at some point. But here they were, descending on their own before she’d even gone looking.
Convenient.
Yewon laughed coldly to herself.
“It’s nothing much, really~ What club are you planning to join?”
“Well…”
“If you haven’t decided yet, come join ours. We’re here recruiting. It’s what seniors usually do for promotions~”
“At least tell her what club it is first, idiot.”
“Don’t be like that in front of the junior~ I was about to say~!”
The long-haired girl laughed, giving the boy who’d criticized her a light shove with her hand.
“We’re the K-pop Dance Club. Oh, of course we know you’re an actress~ But we’re all from the performing arts track too, you know? And you know how it is, right? Acting requires good body control. Plus we post lots of Reels on TikTok and have tons of followers~ It’d help you out, wouldn’t it?”
“How many members do you have??”
After hearing the long-haired senior’s pitch, Jeongyun asked, curious.
“Twelve thousand. That’s a lot, right?”
At that, the three friends exchanged glances for a moment.
‘How many followers does Yewon’s official Instagram have again?’
‘Over 300,000 since “Very Another Day” got attention.’
‘And the Instagram I do with Yoo Baekwoon has over 50,000 followers.’
Sure, it was impressive for a middle schooler to have over 10,000 followers….
But something about the three of them grew quiet.
“I searched and you don’t do TikTok. So you’d get buried. This is your chance—we’ll grow your TikTok for you~”
But the long-haired senior didn’t seem to notice the shift in atmosphere, brimming with self-satisfaction.
“Join K-dance. We don’t offer this to just anyone~”
It seemed they shortened K-pop Dance Club to “K-dance.”
“And while we’re at it, if you bring your uncles along, that’d be perfect~ We could do a content series where they teach us choreography, or maybe we could film a challenge together—that’d be fun!”
At the word “uncles,” the seniors burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Yewon was dumbfounded.
Wait—they hadn’t even given her a chance to respond, and here they were already beating the drum, clanging cymbals, and striking the gong all on their own.
“Oh. So our account’s finally going global? That’s hilarious.”
“Hey, check how many TikTok followers Gleet has.”
“Well, they’re an idol group, so it’s probably crazy high. Why bother checking. If the follower count’s low, they definitely bought them. Time’s not short on money, right?”
“True. So you’ll buy some for us too?”
The third-year group had long abandoned any pretense of civility.
“….”
What on earth were they doing, saying all this to her face?
The forced social smile that had flickered across Yewon’s face earlier was gone now—replaced by an icy, expressionless stare.
Harin and Jeongyun wore the same look.
The GLEET members were almost like uncles to the two of them, so this entire conversation was deeply distasteful.
However.
“I appreciate the offer, but… I’m not a very good dancer. Let me think about it a bit more!”
Yewon answered with perfect composure, her courtesy unshaken.
Just because trash behaved like trash didn’t mean she had to sink to the same level.
This was a lesson her uncles—and her father—had taught her.
However.
“!”
The long-haired senior wiped her smile clean and seized Yewon’s wrist.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going? I’m not done talking yet.”
I’m done, she thought.
Yewon was about to refuse once more with a silent sigh when—
“You don’t have to be good at dancing. Just stand in the back and blend in~ We have plenty of people in our club who can’t dance well. Everyone just joins to network.”
“Right. These days, who cares about club activities? Everyone’s just trying to get in with the seniors.”
A male senior in the back chimed in as well.
“Unless… you’re avoiding us because of Hyuk?”
“…!”
At the mention of Hyuk’s name, confusion flashed across Jeongyun’s and Harin’s faces.
Where was this coming from?
“Look, if you don’t want to end up like Hyuk in the seniors’ bad books, just play along~ Honestly, we thought you were kind of off at first, but it seems like you just don’t understand the situation, so we’re giving you a chance~”
“Right. Just take the hint when we’re being nice.”
“Don’t become another Hyuk.”
They laughed among themselves, snickering.
What was so funny about this?
How could tormenting someone be entertaining?
Yewon felt her blood run cold.
She no longer wanted to refuse politely.
“If being the female version of Hyuk means I can be a good actor and a good person like he is, then I’d be honored.”
“!”
“So I’ll respectfully decline, following Hyuk’s example.”
Yewon said this and pulled her wrist free from the long-haired senior’s grip.
……
“…What the…? That’s some cold-blooded stuff right there.”
“Can’t she read the room, for fuck’s sake….”
But the third-years hadn’t anticipated this at all.
Their expressions hardened in an instant, and they glared at Yewon.
They seemed genuinely unprepared for a junior to refuse their offer.
‘So for these people… the very thought of a junior rejecting a senior’s proposal is simply unimaginable.’
In this day and age?
Yewon was almost bewildered herself.
What era were they living in? How could they all be so backward and stuck in old ways…? And they were barely sixteen.
Then.
♩♪♬♩
The warning bell chimed.
Good. I’ll use this as an excuse to slip away.
“Ah, well, the bell’s rung, so we’ll be going—”
“Hey.”
As Yewon moved to leave, a meaner-looking boy from the group blocked her path.
“You think we’re a joke? I’m not even done talking yet. Where do you think you’re going?”
….
“Look, when seniors give you a nice offer like this, you just say yes, thank them, and move on. What, because your dad’s got money at Haion? Do you think you’re something special? What about us—are we nothing? My dad’s a congressman.”
???
So what did he expect her to do about that…?
Yewon was genuinely curious about this stupid boy’s actual point.
Your father’s a congressman—and that’s supposed to mean what, exactly…?
Jeongyun and Harin seemed equally lost by the absurdity of it all, both staring blankly ahead.
You know how it is.
When something is just ridiculous enough, you can usually manage some kind of response—but when it crosses into being so completely senseless that you wonder if you’re dreaming, your words just dry up in an instant.
All three friends were in exactly that state right now.
“Uh… yes… Congratulations…?”
It wasn’t long after the local elections—was this some kind of congratulations request…?
A congratulations on winning the election? Something like that…?
The absurdity of it all was so complete that such words actually came out of Yewon’s mouth.
“Con, congratulations?”
Even Jeongyun beside her found herself echoing it without thinking.
“Ah. So you were asking for congratulations.”
No, Harin, that’s not it. Don’t speak like you’ve figured it out…!
“You guys are really—!”
In that moment, the furious son of a congressman reached out to push Yewon’s shoulder.
“That’s enough, Kim Hyeonuk.”
Someone grabbed that hand sharply, stopping him cold.
“!”
Yewon looked up in surprise.
Standing there was someone utterly unexpected.
“What the hell, you bastard. Yoo Eunoh. What are you doing right now? Taking this girl’s side?”
The boy called Kim Hyeonuk was equally startled, his face scrunched up in complete bewilderment as he spoke.
Yewon too was flustered, staring blankly at Eunoh.
Why him?
Why me?

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