TL: Myoni
Edited: Myoni, Yoni
I thought I heard a sound somewhere. The sound of ice breaking.
Songha didn’t have any reaction when they insulted her but when they changed their target to Seoyoung, she wrinkled her brows. When Songha was about to step forward, Seoyoung grabbed her arm.
“I guess we were shallow. Then let’s see each other during the Next K-Star filming!”
After making the mood into an icy winter, the Sugar Cats members gently waved their hands and disappeared. With the same slightly smiling faces. What was more, they even bowed politely at me.
Like… if you don’t like them, then just swear!
Spit! Fight! After a fight, at least you would be refreshed!
This felt worse because it felt like we were beaten up by a shadow fist.
When I first saw them, I thought they were bright, kind girls. For their insides to be so black. As expected, my eyes were fish eyes.
That was that but I had to do something about Seoyoung whose head was lowered. Songha kept wriggling and kept giving signals to do something.
I didn’t have any experience in comforting a grown woman but since I had a lot of experiences comforting young girls…
“Seoyoung.”
“I’m fine.”
Before I could do anything, Seoyoung raised her head. I was worried she might be crying but her face was fine.
“It’s not the first time. I don’t pay attention to those words.”
Seoyoung spent the longest time away from her parents as a trainee and W&U was her third company. I now knew that that wouldn’t have been easy. That was probably why she was strong enough to endure her past colleagues’ sarcastic remarks.
I put away comforting her and said in a half-joking, half serious manner.
“Just where do kids like them come from? I should have fought them for you.”
Seoyoung’s expression slowly relaxed. She patted my back with her small hand.
“You can’t. We are just now getting popular, we can’t get into trouble because of me. At a time when we can’t be too careful.”
“Next time, I butt in quickly and clear them away. Do they have excess energy? Why do always come to fight you?”
“It’s best to just ignore them. Oppa, have you ever heard the word, ByungMukGeum[1]?
I saw it on the internet.
“…Don’t feed assholes?”
“Yup, it’s that. I am only going to work hard on the things I need to do. I bet if I succeed, they would probably lie sick in bed due to anger.”
“Would they? Then after we place first, let’s go visit them at the hospital.”
I was 100% serious.
“Ehahahaha! I really wish that happens!”
The vigorously laughing Seoyoung grabbed Songha’s hand who was following behind us.
“Don’t worry about them and forget it. Don’t go create a fight. Okay?”
Songha’s expression was still a bit sour.
“Why aren’t you answering me? Okay?”
“Okay.”
Eventually, Songha wasn’t able to resist any longer and nodded her head.
We returned to the waiting room and ate our fill to relieve ourselves. When Seoyoung ate a large amount of snacks she usually wouldn’t even touch, the traitor poked my side and asked.
“Did something happen outside?”
“Nothing much.”
Ah. There was one next to me, a fellow with black insides.
The traitor backed away with a puzzled look. I looked at the traitor’s back differently. Although I kept calling him a traitor, the shock from my first day was slowly starting to fade. Since the traitor I have seen so far was a good natured guy who worked hard at his job.
Perhaps if I didn’t see the future on my first day, we would be really close?
Although I was trying my best not to let my guard down, my thoughts were getting more complicated. If Reporter Song didn’t say, ‘so that person was like that before,’ I might have considered it to be the greed of a new recruit and let down my guard already.
Just how was the traitor living 20 years from now?
Since Reporter Song, who was an entertainment reporter, knew of him, it seemed like he probably still worked in this industry…
It was complicated. There was a limit to by brain capacity but there were too many concerning words and people. I needed a day to organize them all before they overload.
After eating snacks, I left with the girls for their dress rehearsal. With a nametag the size of an A4 paper on their chests.
When I first saw it, I found it funny but it was a must-have item here. For groups with a lot of members, especially with new groups, it was impossible for the producers to memorize all their names.