Becoming An Idol Wasn’T On My Plan [EN]: Chapter 166

166.

“Hello, Lee Su-hyun sunbae-nim [senior colleague]. I’m Dong-hwa from Blossence.”

I bowed deeply. Hmm, I should memorize the list of actors from now on.

“Hahaha, yeah, I can see why you wouldn’t know me. I get that feeling. You’re the type who works instead of watching TV, huh?”

*If you can tell that with just one greeting, shouldn’t you open a fortune-telling shop? My Ha-min’s grandmother is amazing at that sort of thing.*

“Yes, I’m Lee Su-hyun. I even got rap confirmation from Jun in the same group.”

“Sun-bae-nim, all I did was listen to the recording once…”

“That’s confirmation, what else is it? Didn’t see Chun-hee? I wanted to see her face before watching the movie.”

*Wow, that’s a really shocking name. It’s new every time I hear it. I could understand running away from home two or three times with a name like that. It’s amazing that there are parents who give such a name in this modern era.*

I knew where the Nesquik was, but I just kept my mouth shut. I didn’t have the confidence to explain the situation. Paying attention to other people’s family affairs is enough for Lee Hyun-jae or Chae Ha-min. I don’t even know my own life well, so I’m not going to care about areas that don’t come into my life.

“Ah! Su-hyun-nim! Su-hyun-nim! I’ve arrived!”

“Oh! Oh oh! Our Chun-hee!”

“Don’t call me by my real name, unnie [older sister/female friend]!”

“No, I have to call you Chun-hee!”

*No, shouldn’t the person who should be cooling down the surroundings with a friendly atmosphere with her father be here….*

Oh dear.

I unconsciously turned around and met the eyes of the elder looking at me with a lonely gaze. Ah, the same eyes as Chae Ha-min’s father. My heart aches.

“Oh my, isn’t that the chairman over there? He’s not usually the type to come to these kinds of events.”

Su-hyun, who was cheerfully talking to Nesquik, tilted her head after looking back and then looked back at us.

“Maybe… does that person have a son here?”

Looking at each of us one by one, Su-hyun clapped her hands and pointed at Chae Ha-min with her palm politely.

“You can tell he’s from a precious family just by looking at him. Right?”

Wow… the words themselves are correct. How is that possible? I felt a bit in awe. Damn it, I don’t want to think this unrealistically, but maybe it’s like a prophecy.

[No, I am not!]

Okay, I accept it. She’s just like Hwa-yang.

Chae Ha-min hesitated, pursing his lips, and then answered with difficulty.

“Yes? Ah, well, um, I guess I am from a precious family……”

I bowed my head to hide my bursting laughter. That crazy, earth’s first royal rabbit. You don’t have to answer so honestly. Ryu Iden also laughed and muttered to himself, ‘Ah, he didn’t choose Dong-hwa.’ Hmm, I’ll take that as a compliment.

“Oh, really? I’m a little jealous.”

Su-hyun seemed a little embarrassed, but she tried not to show it, but I could see the corners of her lips twitching slightly. Nesquik also stood awkwardly, then covered her mouth and shook her body at Chae Ha-min’s words.

“Anyway, I saw you running away well. There have been some unsavory incidents recently… Did any sparks fly your way?”

She asks with concern, but it seems like a procedure to ask, ‘Is it okay to build a friendship with you guys?’ with a high probability.

“Ah, thank you for your concern. We were fine!”

Ryu Iden probably noticed that too, but he answered as if nothing was wrong. What’s interesting is that Jin-hwa’s dirty private life came to the fore about two weeks after the broadcast. It exploded a month earlier than the prophecy said. I don’t know why, but would it be fun if everything in the world went as expected?

[That’s right! It’s terribly boring! That’s why I find you interesting!]

Yeah, you’re just learning what fun is, but you’re good at talking.

“Hey, let’s go see a movie. Is a nacho combo possible?”

Nesquik walked out, saying something out of the blue. She probably doesn’t want to show her father fighting in front of people.

“Ah, anyway, it was nice to meet you. I heard a lot about you from Woo-jin.”

Wow, that human has quite the connections… Ryu Iden just smiled without answering, maintaining his poker face.

“Woo-jin said you’re closest to Dong-hwa.”

…No, wait, really why? I can’t understand that crazy human’s head.

[I agree!]

Right?

[Isn’t it because you are surrounded by animals in the first place?]

How dare you treat my members like beasts. Gijisaeng [parasite], rude.

[……Okay! You crazy human!]

I briefly ended my conversation with Gijisaeng and smiled silently, maintaining a poker face like Ryu Iden.

“Ah, ah, okay. I get it now. Sorry.”

Su-hyun nodded a few times, analyzing my smile quietly.

“Ugh, he should practice his acting more, geez.”

She shook her head and left somewhere, following Nesquik.

“…I need an explanation, Leader-nim.”

“Ah, I thought you’d say that, so I did a little analysis too. I don’t know?”

“He’s your friend. Try to interpret it somehow.”

I have no way of knowing, so share your knowledge as a specialist in human relationships, Ryu Iden. One of the reasons why humanity was able to survive is the sharing of knowledge through language, you dog.

“…Maybe, are you popular among the actors?”

“Hmm, bullshit.”

“I’m hurt, honey.”

“Shut up, dog.”

What’s with the ‘honey’? A beast that doesn’t even know what the Earth’s magnetic field is.

“What is it? I’m a little annoyed.”

Unlike his words, Ryu Iden wore a bright sneer. Paradoxically, it was clearly bright to anyone, but it was clearly a sneer to my eyes.

“…Murder is not allowed.”

“Hey, who’s more upright than me?”

Yeah, upright living. I know that Ryu Iden is an upright person and a trusting type, but he’s also ruthless to his enemies.

During survival shows and trainee days, he gave everyone trust in the position of ‘hyung [older brother/male friend]’ to everyone, but Ryu Iden, whom I had watched for a year, was not a person who gave trust easily. He just unconditionally believes in the humans he trusts. I can’t forget the cold look in his eyes when he heard that Lee Ji-hyun pushed me.

So, he’s too much like a dog. In a good way.

Anyway,

* * *

After finishing the greetings with the people involved, led by Ryu Iden, I went with Lee Hyun-jae to get free butter squid provided by the movie theater before entering the audience.

“After all, butter squid is a must at the movie theater, hyung [older brother/male friend]?”

“Hmm, I’ve never eaten it before.”

“Hyung [older brother/male friend] needs to do a little more cultural life, well, you read a lot of books……”

As soon as I came back, I saw Seok-jun holding a popcorn in each hand and lifting them up to compare them.

…What is that bird doing? Is he comparing which feed is bigger?

“Oh, is it a bird now, not a dinosaur? Jun-ie hyung [older brother/male friend] looks like a bird… am I right?”

I guess I said it out loud.

“Birds are dinosaurs.”

“Hmm, I see.”

Lee Hyun-jae nodded vigorously and concentrated on tearing the butter squid.

“Birds are… dinosaurs?”

Chae Ha-min opened his mouth wide as if he was shocked. I didn’t know, but he had a big mouth. I didn’t know because he always pursed his lips.

“Yeah.”

“…How are birds dinosaurs? Will I die if they bite me?”

Don’t talk as if the classification criterion for dinosaurs is ‘kills humans by biting.’ The dinosaur listening over there would feel bad. The dinosaur over there is as harmless as you are in front of me.

“No, but, birds are, cute!”

Even baby dinosaurs are cute. That’s said to be the secret to survival. It seems plausible when you see that many of the attributes we call cute are mostly attributes that children under the age of 4 have. Our Simba, was so, cute. So was our Cotton.

I stared at Chae Ha-min without saying a word. It didn’t seem meaningful to explain the anatomical definition of dinosaurs, so I just sent a look in my eyes with the conviction that my words were correct. Then Chae Ha-min despaired as if he had become the last survivor of humanity watching the world collapse.

“Dinosaurs… were birds.”

The subject and predicate seem to be in the wrong place, Ha-min. At that time, the lights gradually dimmed.

“Ah, the movie’s starting now. Let’s enjoy it.”

* * *

Ah, what was the plot again? It was about forming a hip-hop resistance against the crazy people who only force rock music, right? Even listening to it again, the plot feels a bit… bizarre. The title was also translated as ‘Fruits World: Mike, In That Rhythm!’

On the screen, the main character was rapping alone when he was caught in the surveillance system of the central dictatorship government, like Big Brother in ‘1984,’ and was arrested as a ‘traitor.’

― I’m sorry! I was wrong!

The boy, who lives with his grandparents, shouted as he watched his grandparents and grandfather being caught by the party because of him. It’s a pity, so if you’re going to commit a crime, you shouldn’t get caught in the first place.

― Be quiet. Go to the Rhythm Surveillance Department and talk.

Just when I thought the main character would die 5 minutes into the movie – I thought this was unique and okay in its own way – Nesquik and Seok-jun’s ‘Cogito’ and ‘Ergo’ appeared.

― Haha! There’s another kid here who’s crazy about hip-hop? Ergo!

― Shut up. Cogito. Shut up and take the mic.

And the two of them took the microphone – I couldn’t help but laugh a little at the scene where they took the microphone as if they were taking out a weapon – and started rapping without asking any questions.

― There’s no answer, those who do hip-hop. Those who are looked down on differently.

― Swaggering, not even glancing. Those who do other music.

Oh, my god. The rhythm is good. Even if the level of the lyrics is put aside for later, the traditional boom bap beat was heard, and it felt like the electric guitar sound that had been flowing steadily for 5 minutes was washed away.

That’s why they played rock music so much in the front. To feel the refreshing feeling of hip-hop music when you’re a little tired of it.

The rescued protagonist and his family were passed on to the resistance branch and began to learn hip-hop in earnest.

― Cogito hyung [older brother/male friend]… what is this place?

― Good question, open your ears and listen carefully.

I couldn’t get into it because of Seok-jun’s serious voice, but Seok-jun and Nesquik’s duet, ‘The March of Rhythm and Jokes,’ which is the number corresponding to the killing track in the early part, began in earnest.

Cogito and Ergo took out the front metal from the shovels and hammers they were holding and made them into microphones, looking at each other.

― The burning revolution and you and I holding Michael, from the shrunken mouths of the starving siblings, tuk.

― Floating up, filling the pounding heart, spitting it out, rhythm, believe, my luck, iron was piled up in front, and they only had a microphone in their hands. After that, promotional broadcasts were being broadcast on TV.

― (You must listen to rock music! Brought to you by the public broadcasting station.) Bad smell from their mouths, time to take up arms― (Various restrictions may follow if you are found listening to other music.) Block it, that ear, like Gogh.

If you translate that, it means to cut off the ears of those who only listen to rock music like Gogh. I always wonder if it’s a line that suits a children’s movie, but well, it’s being screened because it’s okay.

I just smiled brightly. It doesn’t matter if Seok-jun earns more money because the movie is doing better anyway. He got paid, so that’s it.

The long movie screening ended, and I pondered the meaning of the somewhat… unique ending and gave up. What’s the point of me, a grown-up, philosophically analyzing the world of children?

“This… it feels like a very unique free pixel was put in, right, hyung [older brother/male friend]?”

I nodded at Lee Hyun-jae’s words. What a strange thing…….

“Heoheo, heueu, heo!”

What is it, a sound like a dinosaur crying?

I was startled and turned my head to the source of the sound. What, a real dinosaur was crying. I nodded in agreement.

“Touching! It’s touching! My voice! My voice is coming out! In Fruits World! Heo!”

Crazy bastard. I quickly got up from my seat. I can’t bear the shame anymore.