novelraw Chapter 159: Personality Test
Chapter 159: Personality Test
“Your hair’s gotten long.”
“Has it?”
“Yeah.”
Park Joowoo fiddled with my hair.
None of the Spark members were the type to ignore things like this, but Park Joowoo was particularly attentive to any visible wounds or scars on me.
“If I cover it with the top layer, it’s not even noticeable.”
“Still.”
He still seemed worried.
“Are you worried it’ll show?”
It was almost time for the live broadcast.It had been a while since I last participated in one. Because of accidents and other issues, Spark had been running five-member broadcasts for a while.
To reassure him, I showed him the beret I had just received from the manager.
Park Joowoo silently put the hat on my head and adjusted my hair.
“It’s a relief that it’s just a talk broadcast, but…”
Park Joowoo muttered.
Today’s broadcast concept was a casual, laid-back chat.
That didn’t mean we’d just randomly set up in a company meeting room, though. True to the concept, we reserved a cozy, wood-toned studio, set up board games around the room, and even prepared pretty blankets.
Spark’s dedicated team worked hard to create the perfect setting. Having a dedicated team was really a blessing.
We all wore old-school casual outfits, with slight variations in the details.
While my main piece was a knit vest that matched the beret, Kang Kiyeon wore a hoodie that made him look like a rebellious rapper from the 90s. If we’d gone to the same school, we definitely wouldn’t have been friends.
Once we adjusted our clothes and gathered in front of the camera, the frame was packed.
Was it because they were still growing? These guys were growing at a tremendous rate. There was no more fat left to burn, so they couldn’t even slim down horizontally.
As I sat them down and adjusted the phone camera angle with the manager, someone said,
“Spark broadcast starts in 3 minutes!”
A sudden wave of nerves hit me.
‘Will the fans who watched the five-member broadcasts accept me?’
I glanced at the five faces sitting down, leaving my seat empty in the middle.
Each one of them was flawless. And those guys, annoyingly, had left the center spot empty. Thankfully, I was at least in the back row.
My heart pounded. I didn’t want to squeeze in between them.
“Hyung, what are you doing? Come on!”
Lee Cheonghyeon beckoned me.
I wanted to run away. Like a prisoner, I was dragged between them.
I couldn’t let them see my discomfort, so I forced a smile. But inside, I was burning up with anxiety.
It almost felt like motion sickness—something I’d never experienced before.
Regardless of my feelings, the broadcast started.
“Sparklers, hello!”
Jeong Seongbin greeted energetically. Chats that had been appearing even before the live broadcast started began to pop up on the screen.
≫ Guys, hi ♥♥♥♥♥♥
≫ Hi~
≫ Start quickly quickly quickly
≫ It’s my birthday todayㅎㅎ Please wish me a happy birthday!
≫ IDC was so coolㅠㅠㅠ Spark is the best idol group
I swallowed involuntarily.
I quickly scanned the chats with my eyes.
If I saw comments like ‘Ah, it was better with five members,’ I’d have to pretend to spill water and clean it up, or something, to get out of the frame…
≫ Gasp Iwol
≫ Iwol are you okay?!?!?!?!?!
≫ Iwolㅠㅠㅠㅠ It’s good to see your face
≫ Finally 6 membersㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
≫ Iwol, if you’re tired, just lie down for the stream. You’re allowed to.
≫ Iwooool ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠMy babyㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠAre you okay?! How’s your body???
≫ It’s Iwol♥♥♥♥♥ I missed you so much reallyㅠㅠㅠ You’ve been through a lot, my babyㅠㅠ
≫ It’s been a while since we got a 6-member live broadcastㅎㅎ Congrats on your recoveryㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ
≫ ㅋㅋㅋThe kids’ expressions are so much more relaxed with Iwol hereㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Kind words poured in.
Seeing all that love, I finally understood why I’d been so nervous.
I hadn’t wanted to be hated. Not by the fans.
***
The main content of this broadcast was analyzing each member’s personality type.
I already knew the Spark members’ official MBTI types. The problem was, they weren’t credible.
Back when they were younger and didn’t really understand themselves, the Spark members often got lost in the MBTI questionnaire and ended up misinterpreting their own personalities.
≫ Um…? Our Jeho is an E?
Jeho, do you even know what extroverted means?
There was Choi Jeho, who confidently chose extreme extroversion on the introversion/extroversion question because he communicated smoothly with the dance team.
≫ You plan your meals for the whole week, but you haven’t picked a sauce yet, so you think you’re a P?
Kiyeon, we’ve already agreed that people like you are a J
And there was Kang Kiyeon, whose self-evaluation had become overly critical after spending years with Jeong Seongbin, the ultimate planner.
So today, instead of them taking the test themselves, we were doing a special called ‘My MBTI as Seen by My Fellow Members’.
This way, I could avoid the disaster of being labeled a loose cannon again. There was no ‘MBTI type: Unhinged Janitor’ in existence, after all.
It was worthwhile pretending to be oblivious when the dedicated team asked, ‘Have you guys all taken an MBTI test?’.
“Before that, does anyone know their own MBTI?”
Lee Cheonghyeon asked, but no one raised their hand.
It paid off to ban monitoring and cut them off from the internet. It was a hundred times better for them to be in a pure, unblemished state than to pick up strange jargon from somewhere.
The chat window was already flooded with comments, starting with ‘Your MBTI is CUTE’. These guys, not realizing it was a joke, seriously wondered if there was such an MBTI type.
Distinguishing between extroverts and introverts was easy.
“Joowoo and Choi Jeho are I’s. You both prefer being alone when you rest.”
“I think Joowoo hyung would be 99% I.”
Kang Kiyeon agreed with me.
“…Is that a bad thing?”
Park Joowoo asked seriously. Thanks to him, I had to spend three minutes explaining that there was no good or bad in MBTI, it just categorized personality tendencies.
“Kang Kiyeon is also an I. All your hobbies are solo activities.”
“If that’s the case, aren’t you an I too?”
“I love hanging out with the members, though?”
After I finally managed to soothe Park Joowoo, the younger members started bickering about which one of them was an I.
“Then what about Kim Iwol?”
Choi Jeho pointed at me.
“That hyung is… he thinks he’s an I, but he’s an E who can’t separate himself from people.”
Lee Cheonghyeon answered without hesitation.
That was unfair. I liked being alone too. I was happiest when I was resting in my small apartment.
However, Lee Cheonghyeon didn’t seem willing to listen to my protest. It was even more annoying that the other guys agreed without a word.
After a discussion with the Sparklers, it was decided that Jeong Seongbin, Lee Cheonghyeon, and I were E’s, and the rest were I’s.
S and N were also determined without much trouble. The realists—Choi Jeho, Jeong Seongbin, and Kang Kiyeon—were marked as S.
Me, who imagined the shower system falling on my head while showering, Lee Cheonghyeon, who said he typed on an imaginary keyboard in his head every night, and the dreamer Park Joowoo, whose thoughts were a mystery, were assigned N.
Did they classify people like me, who had to think outside the box due to unusual circumstances, as N? I had no idea what the criteria were.
Still, the discussion proceeded relatively peacefully up to this point.
The chaos began when we got to the T and F question.
“There’s a question that makes it easy to figure this out. If someone told you, ‘I’m feeling down today, so I bought some bread’, what would you say?”
Jeong Seongbin asked. Lee Cheonghyeon chimed in.
“Who’s asking the question? A close friend? Or just an acquaintance?”
“Spoken like a true N.”
Choi Jeho, a self-proclaimed and unanimously agreed-upon S, shook his head in disbelief.
But knowing who’s asking the question… isn’t that important? Isn’t it important to you at all?
But this was just the tip of the iceberg.
“Let’s say it was me who asked the question. Imagine I suddenly brought some bread.”
“You already eat bread for breakfast. Are you okay with that much carbs?”
That answer was even more shocking.
“Jeho hyung, are you okay?”
“Did you lose a screw?”
Lee Cheonghyeon and I, in turn, expressed concern for Choi Jeho’s seemingly broken personality. Park Joowoo already looked more hurt than Jeong Seongbin.
Seeing the reactions around him, Choi Jeho frowned.
“Why?”
“Well, he said he bought bread because he was feeling down.”
“So?”
“Shouldn’t you at least ask why he’s feeling down?”
Choi Jeho pondered my words for a moment.
Then, thinking he had come up with a better answer, he said,
“Will eating the bread make you feel better?”
“Forget it.”
I sighed internally but held it in. If everyone had the same personality, it wouldn’t be fun for the viewers, so I’d just tell myself this was all for the entertainment value. Even though it made my brain hurt.
But there was another unexpected hurdle.
“…Should I get you some milk to go with it?”
“Kiyeon, not you too.”
“If Seongbin hyung is comforting himself with bread, he should at least enjoy it properly and feel better faster…”
≫ Confirmed T for the dance line.
≫ I don’t think Seongbin hyung will feel ever better…
≫ I did feel like Jeho and Kiyeon have a straightforward, straight-to-the-point feedback styleㅋㅋㅋㅋ
≫ Will eating the bread make you feel better? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
≫ You can’t feel better eating bread without milk, Kiyeon is right
“I… I’ll just try not to feel down…”
Jeong Seongbin, the ESFJ, smiled in resignation after listening to the explosive discussion between ISTP Choi Jeho, ENFP Lee Cheonghyeon, and ISTJ Kang Kiyeon. Meanwhile, INFP Park Joowoo was busy observing.
It seemed the MBTI craze would be blowing through the dorm for a while.
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Profile
Name: Kim Iwol
Birthday: February 14th
Birthplace: Seoul
Height: 183cm
MBTI: ENFJ
Nicknames: Nagging Machine, Underworld Cool Tone, Disciplinarian, Human CCTV, Gentlemanly Maniac
Likes: Bass guitar, Pear and Platycodon Tea, Short Meetings
Dislikes: Overtime work, Illegal Activities, Rude Behavior
Motto: Take care of yourself first
Favorite Food: Jjolmyeon
Favorite Scent: Green Earthy Scents
Favorite Music Genre: Metal
Favorite Sport: Soccer
Body Part I’m Most Confident In: Hands
Personal Habit: Tapping thigh or desk when thinking