Becoming An Idol Wasn’T On My Plan [EN]: Chapter 341

I Didn’t Plan to Become an Idol – 341

“Everyone has a hobby room, and their own rooms too.”

Chaemin left the sulking Lee Hyunjae behind and shouted, lost in a world of hope.

“This is the fairytale room!”

A neat room visible as soon as you open the door. A huge bookshelf, seemingly considering my hobbies, stands empty. Even the bed and bedding were prepared in advance.

“This is Eden hyung’s!”

A simple platform with dumbbells neatly arranged.

“The bigger exercise equipment is already in the hobby room!”

Spending money like water. Chaemin, who had no economic sense and no desire for material possessions, was showing in real-time what happens when he decides to spend money.

“Jun’s room doesn’t have anything prepared separately, but I made an exhibition hall in the hobby room. Hyunjae has a board game playroom made separately…”

“Hyung, do you have money to burn? Our settlement money is a lot, but enough to remodel all this and do all that…”

Lee Hyunjae, who had said that far, understood on his own.

That’s right, he must have money to burn. The sentence was etched on his face.

Chaemin didn’t say anything in particular to that. He just smiled.

“How is it? We’ll cultivate this place from now on. When we save money, we’ll buy the surrounding buildings later and turn it into a complex! Donghwa’s wishes! With our own hands!”

I’ve never had such wishes, you little rabbit. The silver town we dreamed of wasn’t that big, it was more modest. Just living in one building and being able to interact continuously.

“…Not bad, really.”

However, Ryu Eden, who had been silently pacing around the living room for a while, agreed with Chaemin. A light gradually filled his eyes. It’s the look Ryu Eden shows when he makes a plan in his head and it comes true.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

Then a sly smile.

“Persuaded?”

“Yeah.”

If we had voting rights, Ryu Eden would be able to exercise about three votes. Not forced oppression, but voluntary delegation where members trust and follow Ryu Eden’s decisions on their own.

“I’m going to live here.”

“…Well, in preparation for when a family is formed, we’ll have to have another building.”

I and Lee Hyunjae had already confirmed that we had no intention of getting married. Lee Hyunjae had seen relationships that way, and I wasn’t confident that I could prioritize that person above all else.

Buying surrounding buildings in case other members form families is quite an attractive offer.

“Are there any companies that are going to be successful in the future?”

“Do you think I’d be interested in that?”

And even if I knew, would you tell me? I don’t know if I should say this, but that’s too unethical.

* * *

After finishing the story, Mokwha seemed to lose his words for a moment, even stopping his chopsticks.

“No, hyungs, why always…”

Mokwha mumbled, eating a bite of braised spicy chicken. After spending a night at Blossoms Silver Town, ‘Dream Home (named by Chaemin)’ yesterday, I came to the old house to spend a vacation with Mokwha.

Whenever I tell Mokwha what happened inside Blossoms, he always makes that expression. His group is also harmonious, but he can’t understand it at all.

“You’ll understand even less when you see the state of the house.”

There’s even a photo exhibition that opens when a person with great achievements dies.

“So, are you going to live there?”

“I guess I have to.”

“No, how come hyung never consults with me when planning where to live in retirement!”

It’s a reasonable criticism, but it couldn’t be helped. Who would have thought that Silver Town would be realized so early? I was planning to prepare gradually when my lifespan as an idol ended around forty. When I’m with these guys, I can’t see things going according to plan.

“Is there a room available?”

“Probably.”

“Ah, but that’s a bit…”

Mokwha tilted his head, imagining himself living there for a moment.

What’s so strange about it? If it’s a building of that size, it seems like we can bring in a few more people to live there.

“Ha, I don’t know if I should be upset about this… It’s better to settle down near there.”

Brothers living in adjacent buildings, a heartwarming scene that can only be seen in fairy tales. I was originally thinking of preparing a house near the silver town, and it seems like Mokwha is okay with it too.

“If Yaeon hyung finds out, he’ll come near there too.”

That, well, if there’s such a fairy tale, I want to tear it up with my own hands.

“Are you still going to that weird meeting?”

Of course, while I’m abroad, I have no chance to go to Yaeon hyung’s cafe, so I don’t know.

“Yeah. What’s not to like? It’s a meeting of people who support hyung.”

“Don’t get close to Yaeon hyung, definitely.”

“…”

Answer me, Mokwha. You mustn’t get close to that crazy guy.

Mokwha had a spoon in his mouth and burst into a weak laugh. He must have seen the concern in my eyes.

“Sorry, it’s too late.”

That damn, his evil hands on my brother. It’s okay for that human to be close to me, but I don’t want him to be close to my family.

“When we all gather, we first shout ‘A day of gratitude to Donghwa!’ and drink coffee.”

“…That’s a religion.”

“And Yaeon hyung is the priest. If you’re in that meeting, he’s an inevitable existence to get close to, hyung.”

A heavy sigh crawled up from deep inside my lungs.

That bastard, he clearly promised me that he wouldn’t do such nonsense. He’s called the president, but he doesn’t carry out orders properly, so I’ll have to fire him.

“Is Yaeon hyung also related to the old hyung?”

“Yeah. Not directly, but.”

“I’m always curious about how that hyung is doing. I can’t see his face directly.”

I paused for a moment and looked at the air. Because sometimes when I was talking to Mokwha, if his story came up, he would send me intense messages.

But today, he wasn’t sending any special notifications, as if he was doing something else.

“Is he busy today?”

“He didn’t say anything.”

“Ha, really, why are my hyungs all like this? Always working, busy, not thinking about their own bodies… And then when I worry about them, they just repeat that they’re okay and not to worry.”

Of course, because there’s only one originally, Mokwha.

“It’s much better now.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, hyung. You kept working even while touring, right? Is that something a human should do?”

Considering the probability of collapsing, it’s usually seen as something a human shouldn’t do, but.

“Um.”

Mokwha had already emptied a bowl and leaned back in his chair. He said he’s been managing his diet these days, and the amount he eats has decreased significantly.

“…Ha, having two hyungs. It’s always difficult. There are two people to worry about, and two people I want to see.”

Mokwha patted his stomach as if he was full even after eating that, and lay down on the chair.

What is Gisaeng doing that he doesn’t come out even though Mokwha is worried?

“Hyung.”

“Yeah.”

“You have to screw over the old hyung. My memories have to continue. That’s the only two wishes I have left now.”

Mokwha was serious. As if it wasn’t enough to tell me several times, as if his only wishes were those two now.

I chose my words carefully for a moment. I’ve begun to understand little by little through tutoring with Gisaeng how difficult that is.

The rule between Mokwha and me, never lie to each other. A rule that has never been broken except when I made it possible for Mokwha to be adopted into another house.

So, it’s a word that can’t be easily put into words. The result of breaking the rule, even once, was too obvious.

Therefore.

“Hit harder than me, Mokwha.”

I have to protect it.

“Are you talking about when the survival is over?”

Memories go back to the point where my story started again.

It hurt so much back then. I didn’t know his hands were so fierce, and I didn’t know he had gained such strong arms from dancing, it was really like a traffic accident.

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t hit that hard back then, did you?”

No, Mokwha.

“It hurt all day.”

“…Then if you hit harder, won’t you die?”

“No, he’ll like it.”

Because I did. Every time it hurt, I could remind myself that you had come back to my side.

It’s abnormal, but that’s how I felt back then.

Just like the pain left after slapping my cheek when something dreamlike happens reminds me of reality, that pain was like that to me back then.

“I can’t bring myself to say anything to hyung, but a little…”

So you can hit me anytime. Gisaeng will definitely like it too.

* * *

“You’re good at talking nonsense.”

Who likes being in pain. Gisaeng kept complaining even while walking. He couldn’t reply today because he was scheduled to receive counseling from his boss, but he felt a little wronged.

“Our students are so energetic.”

The devil’s children created by Gisaeng, the most feared existence in this management office. There were complaints everywhere about how to deal with them, but no one could stop Gisaeng.

A strange guy. A guy who takes the rules lightly. A guy who can come anytime and mess up the world he manages, and even if you try to take revenge, he’s fortified so you can’t even approach the office.

Because they were things made by such a guy, even if they came to his office and set off a disruption bomb, he couldn’t even use his hands.

Gisaeng lightly walked into the place where his boss was. As soon as he entered, a mixed scolding of annoyance burst out.

“You! The management of the kids! Do something!”

“Please understand a little.”

He just said that since the kids have no place to play, they can use the entire place except his office as a playground, but he can’t understand this.

“I’m the one who listened to the end of you and gave you as much convenience as possible. So please, please make them refrain.”

“You’re poking at my sore spot.”

Gisaeng sat in the chair.

“Yes, how much is left?”

“About a century based on the place I manage? Of course, it’s a prediction. There’s also a chance of getting into a traffic accident while living well.”

“What’s so good about managing something so difficult that you risked your life for it…”

“This is what’s abnormal. What’s the point of living a set orbit repeatedly.”

“Just living. Originally, higher organisms can accept what is given.”

The boss, who was originally not human, could comfortably murmur about humans because he was not human.

“You too, you accepted what was given.”

Gisaeng smiled. Really, only a fleeting moment remains now. It’s too short a life compared to the time he’s lived.

“I’m accepting what I chose. It’s a different story.”

The boss sighed deeply.

“So, was that planned?”

It wasn’t known from the beginning, but it can be said to be a plan. It’s worth enduring enough.

When Ji Donghwa came here, he also created those who would protect him from being harmed by the many karmas Gisaeng had committed (five kindergarteners), and since he can talk to them, there will be no emotional exhaustion.

Everything is going according to plan, so Gisaeng is just accepting it sweetly.

“According to plan, is it.”

“Yes.”

Everything must go according to plan. That’s the most important principle for Gisaeng.

Even if you don’t know what’s ahead, as much as possible as predicted.