There Are Four Top Idol Uncles - Chapter 256

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Part 2, Episode 82
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“Achoo.”
“My ears just started itching for no reason.”
“Achoo-oooooooooooo!!!!!”
…….
Inside the car heading to the shop.
The GLEET members coughed, scratched their ears, and furrowed their brows at inexplicable chills.
‘Someone must be talking about us. It’s probably just my imagination.’
“Do you think Yewon will like it when we show up? She won’t hate it, right? Surely not…?”
“Of course she will. She’ll probably cry from being moved.”
At Lee Doha’s anxious voice, Eon let out a soft laugh as if to say, ‘as if that would happen.’
“Kyaaaa~!!!!! I’m gonna do some gestures when our baby sees us! Should I do a heart? A heart?!”
“She’ll block you. She’ll say you’re too old to be acting like that.”
“Why?! Our baby belongs to us, and I need to announce it to this whole world right now!! Got it?! Before those sinister guys get anywhere near our Yewon, they better step over Hanwon’s dead body first!!!”
“…Well. If that’s the case, maybe I should do something too. A heart? With finger hearts…?”
…….
Yeonho watched the excited members on his own in quiet thought.
They’d decided to go, so they were going.
But no matter how much he thought about it, he didn’t think Yewon’s personality would be thrilled by their sudden appearance.
They weren’t even going as parents wearing masks—they were coming as guest performers at a school festival.
No matter how kind Yewon is, would she really want to see them instead of fresh young idols or cool female singers?
The uncles she sees at home every day?
But Yeonho didn’t voice the truth aloud.
If Yewon got angry, he could always blame it on the others for dragging him along.
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Meanwhile, in the practice room.
“Ah… please… just… you crazy bastard… stop… stop editing… please… I want to say goodbye to this screen, these scenes, this music, you son of a bitch….”
Ju Chaejeong spoke in near-despair.
Everyone else was enjoying the festival day, laughing and having fun, but here she was—what was this?
Trapped in the practice room with these emotionless jerks, editing on a laptop, editing, editing, and editing some more!
This was absolute tyranny, pure dictatorship.
“You dictatorial bastard. Aren’t you even going to answer me anymore?”
Ju Chaejeong glared at Yoo Eun-o.
The root cause of all this suffering, a catastrophe born solely to torment her, a horrific aberration of this age.
Yoo. Eun. O.
Ju Chaejeong ground her teeth.
“Just a little bit more.”
But Yoo Eun-o didn’t spare her a glance, even as she made a scene, and replied curtly.
In just a few more hours, it would go live. There was no time to waste on Ju Chaejeong’s theatrics.
“How much is ‘a little bit more’ exactly? Tell me precisely how many minutes, how many seconds. This ‘little bit’ of yours has already gone over seventeen hours, you little bastard!”
“Ju Chaejeong, sit down.”
“No way, you asshole. Do you think I’m your family dog? Sit when told, bark when told, edit when told?”
“I’ll pay you. Sit down.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ju Chaejeong was certainly not Yoo Eun-o’s family dog, but she was perfectly willing to be the dog of money.
Having surrendered to the power of cash, she sat down and sighed heavily as she looked at the screen again.
“Seriously. What is it that bothers you so much you can’t let it go? I really don’t get it. I hate complimenting you, but honestly—this is good. Really good.”
Even Ju Chaejeong, known as a perfectionist and the pickiest of the picky, had to admit the quality of this work was undeniable.
Who would believe that middle schoolers had filmed this?
Of course, they’d had adult capital and considerable help, but this masterpiece existed only because of Yoo Eun-o’s impossible talent and Yewon’s acting ability that operated on an entirely different dimension.
It was work that could be shown anywhere and be hailed as a rising talent in Korean cinema, yet Yoo Eun-o couldn’t see past its flaws. He wouldn’t let go of the laptop.
…….
Instead of answering, Yoo Eun-o played through the forty-minute video again, and again.
His determination to make it even slightly better was crystal clear.
Watching him, Ju Chaejeong clicked her tongue. She thought she understood why he was driving himself this hard.
“You’re doing this because of Yewon, aren’t you?”
“!”
“You won’t let anything tarnish that junior’s reputation, that’s why you’re like this right now. Am I wrong?”
…….
“That’s such a touching pure love. Isn’t that love at that level?”
“…….”
“…?”
What? Why isn’t he denying it? Why won’t this stubborn bastard deny it?
Ju Chaejeong felt creeping dread wash over her, and her face began to pale.
“You crazy bastard. Deny it right now. Every time you denied what I said, it felt like my entire life was being negated, and it was absolutely infuriating—but this one thing, you have to deny it. Why won’t you deny it? Do it right now!!!”
“…You’re being loud and look at the screen. This scene… I think it would be better to brighten it up. It’s too dark; the actors’ performances aren’t showing through.”
“Hey, don’t change the subject. I’m seriously pissed right now.”
Even as she said this, Ju Chaejeong still watched the screen closely.
“You’re right. Let’s raise the brightness a little. Look… like this?”
“Yeah, that much.”
The fact that he’d dared to harbor feelings for Yewon—the salt, the light, the truth, the gold mine and oil of the Film Club—was infuriating and unbearable, but the work still had to be done.
With the screen brightness slightly raised, Ju Chaejeong opened her eyes wide again.
“Are you serious?”
“…The sound effects seem a bit loud. Let me adjust the audio—”
“Are you serious?”
“…….”
Yoo Eun-o really wanted to shut Ju Chaejeong up, but seeing her look so hollow that she seemed about to collapse at any moment, he decided to let her have this one.
“Yeah.”
It took Yoo Eun-o a real effort to get the words out.
Looking at the screen where Seo Jin—no, Yewon—was turning back quietly.
“I’m serious.”
Which meant this film had to be as perfect as possible.
So that when the movie was revealed to the world, she would smile.
He needed to see that smile….
Only then would he find the courage to speak his heart honestly.
“…….”
And watching Yoo Eun-o’s steely resolve, Ju Chaejeong thought to herself.
‘…Hyuk’s going to leave the club again, then….’
No, wait.
Is there any guarantee that Yewon would accept this guy’s feelings?
There wasn’t. Ju Chaejeong figured that if she were Yewon, she’d pick Hyuk—spring-like and refreshingly warm—over this ice-cold Siberian high-pressure system of a guy.
Honestly, as for looks, they were about equal.
‘…So then Yoo Eun-o’s leaving the club….’
Then we’re done for.
Who’s going to be president now?
Ju Chaejeong clicked her tongue, thinking she really was stuck doing this club with the most exhausting people.
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“By the way, what are the third-year seniors up to today? I didn’t get a chance to ask because Hyuk hasn’t been around much lately.”
Yewon, who was arranging four-frame shots for the film, asked Siwoo as if she’d just remembered.
Siwoo shook his head brightly—as though he’d never been sick at all, though for some reason his face had gotten remarkably rounder over the past few months.
“The seniors said they’re not doing a booth. They need to focus on submitting the club’s film.”
“Oh, I see.”
Yewon nodded as if understanding now. So that’s why Hyuk hadn’t been around much lately.
Today was Friday of the second week in July.
The filming had wrapped the last week of June, just as Ju Chaejeong had resolved.
Though admittedly, they’d barely made it thanks to Ju Chaejeong’s relentless whip-cracking….
In any case, after filming ended, the third-years had been even busier than during shoots, so Yewon had barely seen the seniors.
The Film Club’s third-graders were all, without exception, focused on editing. Even those not on the editing team were at it. There was nothing wrong with learning a bit of editing now while they had the chance.
It was fortunate they’d been doing some editing in their spare time; otherwise they wouldn’t have made the deadline.
“Still… today after we finish, we’re all meeting up in the practice room for late-night snacks, so we should be able to see them then, right?”
“Yeah. You’re going too, right, Siwoo?”
“Of course. My grandmother gave me a card and told me to buy lots of delicious food and treat people around me.”
Siwoo laughed shyly as he spoke, and Yewon’s mood lifted with his.
Since Siwoo had gone to his grandmother’s house, he looked so much happier, and that made Yewon’s heart feel good too.
The tense, rigid posture he’d always held—as if someone had a knife to his back—had loosened considerably.
“Great. Let’s all go together then. And tomorrow I’m heading to Grandma’s place—want to go out with me to buy a cake? Grandmother loves cake, you know. Let’s pick one out and give it to her.”
“Yeah. I’d really love that.”
The two young people smiled at each other.
Now it felt real that they’d become a real family.

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