There Are Four Top Idol Uncles - Chapter 72
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Episode 72
You might think it’s ridiculous to assume he cried over something like this, but Eon’s eyes being swollen to that extent—when he had a blessed constitution that never swelled and maintained a perfect facial condition 24/7, 365 days a year—definitely meant something had happened.
“Why would I cry? Don’t talk nonsense and go to sleep. Little kids won’t grow tall if they don’t sleep at this hour.”
“I should tell Uncle Doha that Uncle Eon cried—”
The moment Yewon got that far.
“!”
Flash.
Eon lifted Yewon up and hurriedly carried her into his room.
Then he quickly locked the door, turned on the lights, and glared at Yewon.
“You. If you say even one word to Lee Doha.”
“Crying isn’t something to be embarrassed about. Why won’t you tell him? Uncle Eon and Uncle Doha are family, so you should tell him.”
“You tried to hide your injury from Lee Doha too.”
“That’s why I fought with Uncle Doha. I promised to tell him everything now so we won’t fight anymore.”
“That’s you. You’re a kid. I’m an adult, and Lee Doha is an adult too. Adults don’t need to tell each other everything like you do.”
“…”
But the uncles don’t talk to each other at all…
Talk a little…
“If you tell me why you cried, I’ll keep it a secret.”
“I told you I didn’t cry.”
“Uncle Eon’s eyes are the prettiest in the world, so even a little swelling shows.”
“…!”
“Uncle’s eyes are really big, so it shows.”
It really was true.
Even Yewon, who had lasted long in the entertainment industry, sometimes found herself staring blankly at Eon’s face because it was truly sacred.
So she could notice immediately even the slightest change.
He’s so pretty that I can’t help but look.
“…Sigh. This is why I didn’t want to raise a kid.”
Eon let out a deep sigh and set Yewon down on his bed.
But Yewon saw it.
Definitely, the corners of Eon’s mouth had briefly turned up to the 3 o’clock direction.
Such a transparent person…
“I didn’t cry. I was just frustrated. Just a little. A little bit of water came out of my eyes.”
…Isn’t that usually called tears?
Yewon thought so but didn’t bother to argue.
“Why were you frustrated?”
“Because I can’t write a song.”
“!”
“That bastard Lee Do… I mean, that guy won’t give me a second chance, so I absolutely have to pass this time.”
“…”
“But I keep failing to write it. I got a little angry because I hate myself so much.”
Even though he said it like that, Yewon knew Eon’s true feelings.
He doesn’t want to disappoint Uncle Doha.
Uncle Eon really, really likes Uncle Doha.
“Uh, when do you have to submit the song to uncle?”
“Tomorrow. No wait… it’s past midnight, so today now.”
Eon said that and buried his face deep in his pillow.
He seemed truly at a loss.
I see.
Yewon could understand how Eon felt, so she quietly lowered her head.
When Yewon couldn’t act well, she would hate herself, get angry, and suffer wondering why she could only do this much.
…Is there any way I can help Uncle Eon?
Yewon furrowed her brow and thought deeply.
But no matter how much she thought about it, there seemed to be no way for her to help Eon when she didn’t even know the letter ‘M’ in music, let alone composition.
Wait.
‘…In my previous life.’
Wasn’t there a song by Uncle Eon on GLEET’s album?
There definitely was, right?
I didn’t listen to all of GLEET’s songs, but.
I remember seeing an interview like that.
There was an album where all the members participated in the songs.
‘Back then, definitely…’
Yewon clutched her head and recalled the interview content she had read back then.
And.
“Uncle Eon!!”
Yewon, who had remembered something, shook Eon’s shoulder with sparkling eyes.
* * *
That afternoon.
Yewon had gone to film 【The Flowers of the Eastern Palace】.
The four GLEET members were gathered cozily at Doha’s house, preparing for the 【2nd GLEET Album Song Evaluation Meeting】.
Except for the carefree Doha, the other three members were all on edge, as if they had properly sharpened their knives.
“…Who wants to go first.”
Doha, who was somewhat burdened by the members’ intensity, sighed and spoke.
Then the three members looked at each other as if sizing each other up.
“I’ll go first.”
“!”
Eon was the first to speak up.
Doha looked him over as if surprised.
Until just the day before yesterday, he had been acting sensitive all day saying nothing he liked was coming out.
He must have come up with something overnight.
Doha nodded without much expectation.
“Alright, let me hear it.”
“Before that.”
“?”
When Eon raised his hand and spoke, the members’ attention focused on him.
“I have an issue I’d like to raise.”
“An issue?”
At the ominous word, Doha’s eyebrows twitched.
“Yeah. I understand that the three of us have shorter composition experience and skills compared to you. But we’re all equals, aren’t we?”
“…So?”
It was a valid point, but somehow acknowledging it felt unsettling.
“So. I think your song should also be fairly evaluated in this assessment.”
“!”
“And fairly, through a blind evaluation.”
“!!!!”
At the word “blind,” not only Doha but also Weon and Yeonho’s eyes widened.
“Why should I—”
“Hey!!!! For once, Ian said something right!! Not getting-hit right, but really real right!!”
“…It really is right. Why didn’t we think of this before.”
“…”
Doha seemed displeased about something and furrowed his brow.
Soon he sighed and opened his mouth.
“How are you going to do it blind? There’s no way it won’t be obvious-”
“Call Yeongeo.”
“!”
“They say even a dog at a village school can recite poetry after three years. He’s been a manager for seven years, so he should be able to judge whether a song is good or bad by now.”
“Wow. Ian, what did you eat wrong? Why are you only saying things that make sense today? You bastard. Did you drink Einstein milk?”
“That’s been discontinued for ages, you idiot…”
“Anyway. First, let Yeongeo judge. If you can’t accept those results, then get CEO Park’s opinion too. Surely you can’t say CEO Park doesn’t have good ears?”
At Eon’s eloquent words, Doha was left speechless.
Just as Weon said, it had been a really long time since Eon spoke so sensibly point by point.
“…Hmm.”
Doha let out a short bitter laugh.
He couldn’t argue back.
Wasn’t skill and results what he always emphasized to the members?
But if he said ‘I’m the exception because I’m the producer’ now, that would be contradictory.
More than anything, it didn’t seem right as a leader to crush Eon’s momentum when he was charging forward with such bright eyes.
“Fine, good. Do it.”
“Ohhh!!!”
“But.”
Doha looked at the members with stern eyes.
“No complaining after the results come out. Whether Yeongeo picks my song or your songs. You absolutely accept it.”
“Hey!!! Do we look like such petty people!! Of course we’ll accept it!!!”
“…Of course.”
A little later, manager Yeongeo was sitting on the living room sofa, having been dragged out without knowing why.
“No, guys. Wh, why are you all suddenly…?”
“You have one job.”
“Just listen and pick the most mainstream one that feels right.”
“Huh?”
Yeongeo asked back with a pale face.
“M, me?? That’s… isn’t that Doha’s job…?”
“Just pick one, man.”
“Hey!!! Yeongeo!!! We’re counting on your ears!!!”
Weon excitedly massaged Yeongeo’s shoulders.
Yeongeo looked back and forth between the four with suspicious eyes.
“You, you won’t say anything no matter what I pick, right…?”
“We will though.”
“Ian, no pressure allowed.”
Doha sat in front of the computer and set up the playlist.
The song titles were A, B, C, D. Completely anonymous.
“First, starting with A.”
The first song that flowed from the speakers was a dance track.
Can’t you see me (ye ye ye ye)
We’re already (ye ye ye ye)
Apple beam jello shot
Sweet and bitter, the shot you fired
You sniped me, the heart you shot
Actually, it was a song Weon wrote.
Weon desperately held back his escaping laughter while watching Yeongeo’s reaction.
Yeongeo did nod his head, but his expression was awkward.
It was upbeat and bouncy, but the melody had somewhat childish aspects.
“Umm… the, the song’s good… If you polish it a little more, it feels like it could become an incredible masterpiece…”
“Why is your reaction so lukewarm!!!”
When Weon jumped up, the other three men immediately retaliated by kicking Weon’s legs.
“Second, B is up.”
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