The Malicious Member is Back! - Chapter 26
The next morning, as Yu Chan hyung looked under my swollen eyes in front of the restaurant, he grabbed his stomach and laughed, patting my back.
“Oh, ah, my stomach hurts. Well… So, in the end, did all your roommates end up calling you ‘hyung’?”
“Except for one.”
“Who’s the one?”
“Ryota. No, he keeps calling me ‘Aniki.’ I don’t know where he got that from.”
“Haha! Wow, your room must be really interesting, right? There won’t be any boring moments.”
“Oh, forget it. Hyung, how was your room?”
In response to my grumbling, Yu Chan hyung seemed to be contemplating something, rolling his eyes, and then, shoulder to shoulder with me, he spoke in a low voice.
It seemed that now he was starting to be aware of the cameras hanging around in the corridor.
“Well, that… It was a bit… bloody.”
“…bloody?”
I recalled the people Yu Chan hyung told me were in the same room with him.
Gong Minho, Ahn Jin Woo, and Han Sang Woo, I think.
Han Sang Woo was probably 16th or 17th place.
One AG trainee and two trainees from different agencies.
They weren’t particularly noisy.
But he found this group harsh? Why?
“Just, you know… We got along well at first. But after midnight, when the cameras turned off, they all turned their backs and went to sleep. I wanted to talk a bit more, you know.”
“Oh, I see.”
It was because Yu Chan hyung didn’t yet understand the characteristics of the plants in the greenhouse of trainees who had only lived the trainee life.
Idol trainees inevitably have different sensibilities from ordinary people.
It was because they always bond with similar types of people in a limited environment.
In an environment like a survival show, You don’t want to waste your time with someone who doesn’t feel the need to get to know you, especially when you’re already on edge.
But to Yu Chan hyung, who had been living life outside, that seemed very strange.
Naturally, I used to be like that too.
My current survival-style sociability was acquired during the days of being a malicious member, going out to drink with Manager Hyung.
Playing drinking games ten times in a row suddenly brought about sociability that wasn’t there before.
“Oh, Rex’s favorite! random! game! that! you! learn! while! drinking! if! you! don’t! know! Random! Games! Drink! Drink, drink, drink, drink!”
… Whether I should be thankful to that damn manager hyung or tell him we’ll meet in hell, I’m not sure.
“Chunyong. Why are you clenching your fist? Something bothering you?”
“Oh, no! It’s not that… um.”
Instead of honestly telling the hyung, I diverted the conversation by providing different information.
“Hyung, from now on, when the camera turns off, just go to sleep.”
“Huh? Is there a reason for that?”
“Because…”
In the future, even if you want to sleep, you might not be able to.
* * *
After finishing breakfast and a simple makeup session at 9 A.M.
All 18 trainees gathered in the dance practice room on the first floor according to the guidance of the production team.
“Oh, Chunyong hyung. Can I sit next to you? Is there space?”
Out of the four multinational flatmates, Logan, who was the first to call me ‘hyung,’ naturally stood next to me, asking if he could sit down.
He was so cautious and friendly, you could almost see the tail of a large dog wagging behind his tall frame.
“No, it’s fine. You can sit.”
“Oh, cheers. Oops. Chunyong hyung, did you finish this? It tasted really bad.”
“Uh… Logan, if you’re not going to eat that, just give it to me from now on.”
Kim Chunyong seized the chocolate bar that filled Logan’s hand and whispered to him in a low voice.
“And don’t say anything about things like this from now on.”
“Huh? Why? This is really bad.”
“This is a sponsored product.”
“…Gosh.“
The British man, aware of capitalism, soon sat beside Kim Chunyong with a bewildered expression, slapping the back of his head.
On the opposite side, Bang Yu Chan, who had preemptively taken his place, spoke to Logan with a curious expression.
“Oh, you’re Logan? Hi. I’m Bang Yu Chan.”
“Wow. Hi, Yu Chan. Are you older than Chunyong hyung, or younger?”
“Me? I’m older than Chunyong. I’m twenty-two.”
“Then you’re an older brother too, so I’ll call you Yu Chan hyung.”
Watching Logan, who consistently called me hyung, Bang Yu Chan looked at Kim Chunyong with admiring eyes.
“You really taught him well. Logan calls me hyung too?”
“Where did my dark circles come from?”
“Dark circle? Chunyong hyung, where?”
“Logan, you made these.”
