novelraw Chapter 150: Establishing Preventative Measures (3)
Chapter 150: Establishing Preventative Measures (3)
≫ Pro Idol Kim Iwol’s Quotes Collection
A collection of moments from Kim Iwol, the ultimate pro idol, that left a deep impression on me.
※ Warning: Extreme bias & strong personal opinions ※
『Cheonghyeon: No way! Am I really that great? Specifically how good?
Iwol: About 850,000 won per unit area
Cheonghyeon: Why 850,000 won?
Iwol: That’s the price of gold right now.』
『What’s with the backlight? Are you trying to cast a shadow on the fans’ hearts? Do you think the blessing of natural light is a joke?』
『If you eat high-calorie food, you have to run. Are you going to grease your mouth and tarnish our activities?』
『That aegyo is the best you can do? Just because Sparklers keeps calling you cute, you’re getting complacent? Since when did we work with such a careless attitude?』『Iwol: Things look prettier when blurry.
Iwol: You too.
Jeho: Why me again?
Iwol: If you have a conscience, think about whether you’d look pretty in my eyes.
Jeho: You’re saying this because I posted 3 selfies, aren’t you?
Iwol: You could have posted 4, but the fact that you posted one less means you’re out.』
『Kiyeon: Wouldn’t Lee Cheonghyeon stand out too much if he dyed his hair?
Iwol: What are you talking about? The country prospers when handsome people dye their hair.
Joowoo: Hyung, where do you even hear these things…?』
Kim Iwol is the best idol in my eyes, no rebuttals. If you disagree, write it in your diary
└ 850,000 wonㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ The first idol in Korea whose face has a market price.
└ His way of speaking is hilarious. The words are refined like a noble’s, but the delivery is straight-up savage
└ He sounds super intense, but considering how hard he works, I can’t even criticize him… ㅋㅋㅋ I heard he sleeps three to four hours a day
└ The members themselves say he practices the most and handles all the work…
≫ Even antis acknowledge Kim Pep’s fan service.
Sure, lots of idols are active on Bubble and fan cafés, but—
He remembers almost all the fans who come to fansigns and continues conversations with them
He wants to look good for the fans who come to his commute, so he always commutes with full hair and makeup, even for pre-recordings at dawn
He resizes popular fan photos into wallpaper formats before uploading them
He watches fans’ vlogs and always mentions them
There seem to be many anecdotes that show this… attention to detail
Personally, the funniest one is how he refuses to do a one-handed heart, saying it’s disrespectful, and always insists on using both hands. Legendary old-school manners
└ He’s definitely built different. Even though he hasn’t done that many fansigns yet, remembering all those details isn’t easy
└ Huh? Didn’t he sometimes do his own touch-ups in waiting rooms in self-content videos?
└ He gets his base done at the salon, then fine-tunes it in the waiting room for a stage look
└ The two-handed heart thing is killing meㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
≫ They say strike while the iron is hot, but what do you do when the dam bursts?
└ Stay calm and enjoy the content
└ I’m about to explode right now
There were countless similar posts. Most of them were about how hard Kim Iwol was working.
It seemed Spark and I were both trending in real-time at dawn.
My face felt hot. This feeling of embarassment was unfamiliar.
‘So this is what it feels like to be praised.’
My stomach churned.
It wasn’t a bad feeling, just awkward.
I didn’t have the courage to click on every single post.
Just seeing the positive titles alone was overwhelming.
My hand twitched. I tried to press the back button, but hesitated. My gaze lingered on the small phone screen.
Having my efforts recognized was an experience that couldn’t be replaced by any reward.
For the first time in my life, I had earned an incentive.
***
After several hours of monitoring, I wandered around the empty dorm.
It was not like I was just idly messing around; I did get some things done.
First, to prevent Lee Cheonghyeon from easily getting addicted to medication, I removed all but a small amount of the medicine in the first-aid kit and hid it.
If I knew what he might get addicted to, I would’ve just taken that, but since I couldn’t remember, I had to individually portion out every single medicine.
Since there was nowhere suitable to put it, I hid it in my small suitcase for now. If necessary, I’d buy a small safe.
Then, hoping to keep even a speck of dust away from my Spark members’ voices. I ran the vacuum.
Once I got my paycheck, I should get an air purifier for the dorm… Actually, wait. Wouldn’t the company cover that? I’d have to ask later.
I also played air bass while listening to the album Park Joowoo had given me. My fingers itched to play the real one at the company, but I couldn’t ask the manager to go back and forth just for that, so I held back.
As I was wandering around the living room, I sat down on the sofa, then…
“Hyung, why are you sleeping here?”
…I woke up to a familiar voice. Kang Kiyeon and Lee Cheonghyeon were standing in front of me.
“I guess I fell asleep watching TV.”
The last thing I remembered was watching a rerun of the IDC finale while flipping through channels. I must have fallen asleep midway.
That explained why from the second performance onward, thousands of idols were performing acrobatic shows in front of 3 million spectators. It was all a dream.
“If you’re tired, go to bed. It’s nighttime anyway.”
Kang Kiyeon said as he turned off the TV. It was already 9 PM.
“It’s fine. But you guys are back early.”
Everyone returned earlier than usual. Judging by the fact that they all arrived together, they must have agreed on it beforehand.
As I massaged my temples to shake off my drowsiness, Lee Cheonghyeon sat down near my feet.
“It’s an emergency. If you’re not sleepy, hyung, let’s have a strategy meeting.”
“Why? What happened?”
“Something huge happened.”
Lee Cheonghyeon looked serious.
The last one to enter, Choi Jeho, kicked off his shoes and spoke.
“Jang Junhoo came by.”
A name I hadn’t thought about suddenly popped up. A question flew out of my mouth before I could even process it.
“Where?”
“The practice room.”
At that moment, every swear word I knew flashed through my mind. Jeong Seongbin stood between the living room and the entrance, wearing an awkward smile.
Right. Yoo Hansoo wasn’t the only trash at this company.
I almost sighed but held it back. Taking care of Jeong Seongbin was the priority.
“Seongbin, are you okay? You must have been surprised.”
“I’m okay. I was surprised, but… he didn’t do anything.”
“If he did something in this situation, that would be like asking to be arrested.”
As I sneered, my eyes met Lee Cheonghyeon’s. He seemed to be thinking the same thing as me.
“He must’ve been scared.”
“Seems like it.”
Lee Cheonghyeon chuckled in agreement.
The PD he worked with had harassed idols and eventually crossed the line, driven by his inferiority complex.
This became a huge scandal. Jang Junhoo himself also had a history of harassing an idol. He’d been doing it for much longer than Yoo Hansoo.
The police were in and out of the company, and the media was buzzing every day.
On top of that, idol K exposed all of Yoo Hansoo’s misdeeds, so Jang Junhoo must have been worried about when his name would come up.
Lee Cheonghyeon shrugged and said,
“He brought tons of drinks and snacks.”
“It’s all an act.”
Choi Jeho opened a can of soda. The sound of fizzing carbonation filled the air.
“Anyway. The important thing is something else.”
I shifted my position and asked,
“What did that guy say?”
Park Joowoo sighed and answered,
“…He wants to talk to Seongbin. Privately.”
“And? Did you tell him we only move in pairs?”
“We haven’t told him that much…!”
“Seongbin, what do you want to do?”
When I asked, Jeong Seongbin pondered with an ambiguous expression.
He was the one who said he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it last time. I thought it was a golden opportunity to receive a proper apology, but for Jeong Seongbin, even an apology might be uncomfortable.
“Take your time to think about it. He’s the one who’s in a hurry, not you. Don’t forget that your comfort is the most important thing.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Jeong Seongbin smiled.
And as soon as the next day arrived, he came to our room.
“Hyung.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to meet him.”
He said it with a determined look.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to force yourself.”
Jeong Seongbin wasn’t the type to say things he didn’t mean, but I still couldn’t help worrying.
He was naturally polite, so I feared he might feel obligated to comply just because an elder asked him to.
As if he’d read my mind, Jeong Seongbin smiled and replied.
“I thought about it a lot and made up my mind. You don’t have to worry.”
“That’s good to hear, but…”
I wasn’t entirely reassured. Jeong Seongbin was the type who would drink poison if an adult told him to.
I’d feel better going with him as a guardian.
If Jang Junhoo started spouting nonsense, I could unleash my temper right there.
As I was waiting for a chance to butt in, Jeong Seongbin spoke up.
“So, um…”
He swallowed nervously and fiddled with his fingers.
Yeah, go ahead and ask. I’m ready to listen to Jang Junhoo’s confession with you.
“Which member do you think I should go with?”
“What?”
Not me? Another member?
Was he seriously thinking of choosing between Choi Jeho, who might get into a fight with Jang Junhoo and expose his own weakness; Park Joowoo, who was even quieter than him; Lee Cheonghyeon, who, despite recent changes, still got nervous around adults; or Kang Kiyeon, who had a fiery personality, to take with him?
What a brilliant selection. Facing Jang Junhoo with these guys? I absolutely object.
“Take me with you.”
You want to go with those naive guys and get wrecked again?
Just shut up and bring me!