The Malicious Member is Back! - Chapter 144
Throughout the Basic Choreography Lesson.
“Trainee Kim… Chunyong.”
“……”
“Hey, Chunyong-ah. Mentor Dasol is c-calling you.”
“Ah, yes! S-sorry! I was off-beat, right? I-I was trying to split the rhythm.”
“…I-it’s fine. It wasn’t… t-that off. Let’s go again.”
Maintaining focus was impossible.
If only I hadn’t run into Yu Chan hyung earlier—That thought alone had taken over my brain, leaving me unable to think about anything else.
Ever since Yu Chan hyung saw my sister’s Outgram post, this exact moment had been the hardest for me to keep my composure since joining the survival show.
…No, seriously.
“Hey. Are you insane? You eat stuff like this, and you think you’ll debut?!”
“Noona, I bought that for after practice!”
“I’m helping you debut by getting rid of it for you. Are you an idiot?”
The Bomi noona I remembered was the one who’d tie her hair up, smack me on the back, and say things like ‘How do you expect to become an idol with that kind of mindset?’
[@kimbomi__]
I created this Outgram account to clarify the rumors about my younger brother.
That same noona had posted this.
Like she was trying to prove her constant ‘I’m a high school teacher, you know?’ spiel,
the post she’d written was perfectly structured, polished, and professional.
[1. Regarding the Girlfriend Rumor]
Before I explain, I’d like to clarify that I am the woman in the circulated photo being claimed as ‘proof’ of my brother’s relationship.
At the time, my father and I had personally driven my brother to his dorm early in the morning to show our support. The photo in question appears to have been taken at that moment.
Furthermore, the timeline presented in the rumor does not match the actual date.
For reference, please compare with the video uploaded earlier by another trainee, which allows for a timeframe comparison.
It was as precise as an official statement, laid out with clear logical reasoning and factual evidence.
[2. Regarding the Game Item Rumor]
My siblings and I have an unspoken rule when creating game accounts: we always match the first part of our usernames and only change the trailing numbers.
Therefore, the game character in the viral post, which claims ‘this is Kim Chunyong’s account’, cannot belong to my brother.
Additionally, since this particular game allows only one character per account, I believe that explanation should suffice.
For further clarity, I am attaching screenshots of our characters and account details.
Noona and Nari even went out of their way to dig up their abandoned accounts from that game they only made because of me—just to include the proof.
If that had been the end of it, maybe I wouldn’t feel so rattled, but Noona’s Outgram post didn’t end there.
Until now, I have respected my brother’s wishes and refrained from making any statements regarding our family.
I fully understand the difficulties that come with choosing a career in the public eye.
However, everyone—
He is someone’s precious son, younger brother and older brother.
I cannot stand by and watch him suffer from baseless accusations.
That is all.
I had seen everything that came with being a ‘malicious member’—the malicious comments, the rumors, the slander, and the articles.
Compared to back then, what I was facing now was nothing.
Noona had no reason to do this.
It’s not like preparing a response like this was a simple thing to do!
What high school teacher—who barely has time to finish writing her students’ records— wastes her free time writing this for me?!
“Thank you, I’ll be heading out now!”
The second the lesson ended, I bolted from the practice room and called Noona.
I couldn’t help but be in a hurry, I don’t know.
Just as I reached the stairwell landing, the ringing stopped.
It was lunchtime at the high school.
“…Hello?”
“Noona, it’s me. Kim Chunyong.”
“What the…? Why are you calling me at this hour? Don’t you know I’m at the school?”
She immediately started scolding me over the phone.
Her voice—slightly lower than mine, speaking in a tone just like mine.
I clamped my mouth shut, organizing my thoughts before I carefully responded.
“Noona.”
“Stop dragging it out and get to the point. Today’s lunch is sweet and sour pork—”
“I saw the Outgram post you made.”
“…Aren’t you supposed to be practicing? You’re skipping and messing around on social media?”
“Why did you post that? I sent you a message yesterday telling you not to worry about it. You must’ve spent so much time writing that.”
For a moment, Noona was silent. Then, she casually answered, like it was no big deal.
“Yeah, took me a bit. But my face was in the photo, wasn’t it? How could I not clear it up? People were saying I’m my brother’s girlfriend. Ugh, I got goosebumps.”
“…No, that’s not the point right now…!”
“Hey. Then what is the point?”
The moment I raised my voice, Noona snapped back at me, her tone dropping sharp and cold.
If there was ever a time when Bomi Noona was the most terrifying, it was moments like this.
When her teacher mode came out.
“Did I say something I shouldn’t have? Or did I say something that would harm you?”
“…No.”
“Then what’s the problem? Wasn’t that the whole point? Answer me.”
“……”
This wasn’t why I called.
Even if I went back in time eight years, there was no way I could win against Noona in an argument.
When I didn’t answer, Noona let out a deep sigh—one I could feel even through the phone—before slowly enunciating her next words.
“Kim Chunyong. I know you’re worried I might get dragged into this, but that’s just you being self-absorbed.”
“……”
“You’re not that famous. That clarification post? Not a single comment on it. So there’s no reason for you to worry about me getting caught up in anything.”
“…Noona, that’s because you disabled the comments—”
“Aah, shut up. I need to eat. If today’s sweet and sour pork runs out, will you take responsibility? If not, hang up and go practice until you drop.”
“Do well on your shoot.”
“…And don’t forget to get Gaon’s autograph. Got it?”
Click.
“…Noona? Bomi Noona? Ah, s**t.”
I pressed the dial button several more times.
But, just like before, the call cut off immediately, and Noona’s voice never came back.
She was intentionally ignoring me.
Letting out a sigh of frustration and disbelief, I buried my face in my hands—only to hear the sound of footsteps approaching the stairwell.
Step. Step.
“I knew I’d find you here.”
kcyfan1000
Ah, my shaylas
Thank you for the translation <3
YoshiK
“That’s because you disabled the comments” haha, I love that sister.
Bees
Lmao. Kim Chunyong being a middle child part 9846: he can’t win a single argument, no matter who is right.