Becoming An Idol Wasn’T On My Plan [EN]: Chapter 250

I didn’t plan on becoming an idol – Episode 250 (218/343)

There was a murderer’s son. And there was a murderer’s mother.

Both were subtly pointed at in the village, but the mother’s situation was relatively better.

Even if the adults inwardly thought of them as ‘criminals’ families’ and pushed them away, they didn’t openly spit in their faces.

However, children are innocent. The evil deeds committed by a child who doesn’t know what’s bad can be terrifying.

When I was young, I went to the back mountain with Mok-hwa. At that time, a child who came along as Mok-hwa’s friend found a frog that hadn’t woken up from hibernation and showed it off as if it were something to be proud of.

‘It’s sleeping.’

‘Then we should wake it up!’

Saying that, the child slammed down on the frog in his palm.

‘…Oh my god.’

I muttered quietly, looking at the child with his hands together.

Oh my god, the way I’m surprised is the same now as it was then.

And that child.

‘Why, hyung [older brother/male friend]?’

I still remember the disharmony between that child’s innocent eyes and the dead frog.

As an aside, that child got a lecture from me for an hour. I tried to teach him everything from the value of life, and it was exhausting.

Anyway, that’s how much of a problem a child’s innocence can be.

The very clear stigma of being a murderer’s son made him an outcast as if it were obvious, even though no one came forward and told others not to play with him.

At that time, he didn’t have a grandmother at home either.

She had to work really hard to feed her grandson. His grandmother was someone who went out early in the morning and came back late.

So, all that was in his house was him and some mice.

When he was sleeping, he would hear something passing by, and when he woke up in shock, he would see the back of a mouse running away.

‘Hey, that kid’s dad is a murderer!’

The child overlapped the image of children running away in horror with the image of himself in the back of that mouse.

The child who grew up like that didn’t remember his father’s face.

Because he died in prison on February 29th.

It happened to be a leap day, so the anniversary came only once every four years.

However, with the money he earned, his grandmother was able to run the antique shop that was her dream, and as time passed, he lived a life that he could be proud of as being happy in his own way.

Of course, he still didn’t trust people, but after he developed a hobby, he became accustomed to spending time alone, and his relationship with his grandmother was still strong.

Gradually, his father’s death disappeared from his mind, and he no longer felt depressed on February 29th.

And later, when he reached his father’s age, he accidentally found out.

‘The fact that my father was framed…….’

The touching music playing in my ear scratches my nerves.

This video was probably made by that murderer to explain ‘the reason I’m killing you,’ but to choose such music.

After that, he sees hallucinations of mice.

He dreams of nightmares of other mice turning their backs on him even when he shouts that he is also a mouse.

He was startled and had a seizure when he saw a colleague turning away from him.

After all the videos ended, I organized my thoughts.

After the video ended, no additional questions came up. I was dumbfounded by the will not to give me more time, and a hollow laugh came out.

I have to find a way somehow.

* * *

Okay, I understand, and I understand the situation.

Originally, there is always a reason for a crime, and it is more scary if there is no reason.

I can understand making this video. It’s stranger if there isn’t a defense mechanism to rationalize oneself somehow.

Still, it doesn’t make it not a crime, but I can accept that there is an unfortunate situation.

‘…So why are we being killed?’

If revenge is complete, you can choose to commit suicide or turn yourself in.

In fact, in the diary I saw before, he predicted suicide.

As I muttered to myself with that thought, an answer came from the side.

‘After it was over, I wanted to live.’

‘…Oh dear.’

What a crazy bastard.

I turned to the side. Looking at a thirty-five-year-old brat wearing a mouse mask, I felt annoyed even though I knew it was a broadcast.

I wish I could raise a white flag like a mental lesson and stop the situation play.

‘Do you know, elder [term of respect for someone older]?’

‘You probably noticed it vaguely. I showed you two mice. I hid one in the drawer to tell you everything today.’

‘The elder must want his grandson to be caught. Seeing as he called us here under the guise of a cat. He might have wanted to save even one person.’

I deliberately snapped back in a mean way.

This is the first time I’ve talked like this, but I can’t help it.

‘…Don’t bullshit.’

‘But you looked so serious when you saw a mouse in the drawer we opened. You were too weak to report your lovely grandson with your own hands.’

‘You, don’t spout nonsense.’

I rambled on like a madman who doesn’t care about the other person’s feelings.

A sound that subtly twists and scratches the other person’s nerves, even if it’s not crude.

‘Now that revenge is over, your life is precious, but my life, which has just succeeded in getting a job, isn’t precious? Ah, now I know why you call yourself a mouse.’

Adjust the tone, add emphasis, and make a subtly smiling expression.

‘It’s like you’re passing on your responsibility to someone else, so you’re no different from the mice you were blaming. A son who resembles the person who framed my father.’

I deliberately cross the line subtly. Of course, even if it’s true, the person listening can’t help but feel disgusted.

I turn my eyes and look around once.

‘Mouse traps, you made the mouse trap to bury yourself, so it’s good for me as a person to have self-quarantine.’

The murderer, who was furious, slowly approached the glass door and pressed the password.

I could feel the spirit of killing me with my own hands.

Beep, finally all the numbers were pressed, and when the lock turned, I threw a word.

‘You have to do it now if you’re going to do it.’

The murderer looked puzzled, probably not understanding what I was saying for a moment.

His hand stopped, and the last words he couldn’t spit out popped out.

‘Fourth hyung [older brother/male friend].’

Over the murderer’s shoulder, I made eye contact with our respected and great senior, Jun-sung hyung, who was carefully approaching with a sign that said, ‘Draw some attention!’

Jun-sung hyung approached with a confident and cool appearance and played a recording file.

And a loud sound echoed.

‘Meow!’

Oh my god, I thought there was a sure way to suppress him, but what is this.

* * *

It was when the video ended and I was organizing my thoughts, the door opened, so I didn’t even turn my head, thinking it was the murderer.

Because I don’t have even a grain of sympathy for someone who doesn’t care about other people’s lives when their own life is precious.

‘Maknae [youngest member]!’

However, unlike expected, this voice was Jun-sung hyung, who has the longest modifier in the world.

Of course, he was rubbing his face against the glass.

Besides, all the clothes he’s wearing are covered in dust, and there’s dark red stuff on his face.

I also approached the glass to respond.

‘That person, went out for a while and came in.’

‘You can go out now. If you follow where that guy is going…….’

‘Tsk! What are you talking about when you’re trapped here!’

‘Tsk’, I’ve never even said that to Mok-hwa.

And anyone would think I was trying to make a sacred sacrifice.

‘You can subdue him with four people. And then you can get me out.’

‘…Oh, is that so? That’s right.’

Jun-sung hyung muttered like that in a daze.

‘But it’s too late. The other hyungs [older brother/male friend] are already hiding and only figuring out the exit location, so…….’

‘Oh dear, that’s a shame.’

‘No. It’s not over. We have a sure way to subdue that person! There’s no time, so I’ll tell you the plan quickly.’

Jun-sung hyung explained the escape plan with an excited voice.

If I prevent that person from paying attention to his surroundings, they will knock him out with a ‘sure suppression method’.

‘That, what is it, can I ask…….’

It’s disgustingly uneasy.

‘It’s this recorder!’

* * *

I said it was disgustingly uneasy.

I was embarrassed to hear that he came to find a cat, so I knew that there was no cat in the house, but people would fall for just this.

Thud.

‘Success! Hyungs [older brother/male friend] succeeded!’

At Jun-sung hyung’s shout, all the other seniors came into the room and hugged each other and rejoiced.

In the middle, Han-ho senior shouted with a smile.

‘Did you see? I told you it would work!’

…’Did you see? I told you it would work!’ means that they didn’t think this was certain either, but I came out first.

I finally escaped from that creepy room, but why am I not so happy?

However, unlike me, Jun-sung hyung, who was happy with all his body, hugged me and made a sobbing sound.

‘Aigo [expression of dismay]! Our maknae [youngest member]! Were you very scared! The hyungs [older brother/male friend] were really worried to death!’

At Kyung-woo senior’s words.

‘No, he’s not someone who would be scared.’

Han-ho senior retorted cynically.

In the meantime, Jun-sung hyung was really crying and making sobbing sounds.

‘Hyung [older brother/male friend], even if it’s a fairy tale, he’s a person!’

…Then logically, I shouldn’t be a person, Kang-hee senior.

‘Let’s go first. There’s another exit besides there.’

‘Dong-hwa, I told you to just draw attention, but you just killed him halfway with words.’

You shouldn’t say that, Han-ho senior. The hyungs [older brother/male friend] told you to do it.

I dragged Jun-sung hyung, who was still clinging to me.

‘The hyungs [older brother/male friend] told me to do it.’

‘No one told you to do that much.’

‘I guess Dong-hwa was a little scary. I thought he was a cute maknae [youngest member].’

Scary person, how did the image change again.

I gave an awkward smile at the jokes pouring out from the seniors.

However, our… Jun-sung senior must have felt sorry for me.

‘I did it! I told him to do it! Throw stones at me!’

Tsk tsk, Han-ho senior clicked his tongue.

‘Our fourth is having a hard time today.’

‘He wasn’t in his right mind since Dong-hwa disappeared and he awakened and found everything by himself.’

‘That’s right, Dong-hwa. Take good care of Jun-sung. How much he cares about you…….’

Unexpected. I thought Han-ho senior would be the center and Jun-sung hyung would be holding on to Han-ho senior’s arm and being dragged along.

Courtesy reply.

‘Really?’

‘Of course! How! Much! Weren’t you scared?’

‘…Yes, I was very scared.’

Jun-sung hyung clung to me again with pity, and Han-ho senior pierced the truth, saying, ‘Look at that guy, he’s lying to make Jun-sung not feel awkward.’

We arrived at the place while chatting.

It just looked like a wall.

Here it is, the last place.

‘Tada, it looks like an empty wall, but!’

Kang-hee senior shouted in an exaggerated tone like a home shopping host introducing items to sell today.

Then, when he pressed two places on the bricks on the wall, the wall moved to the side mysteriously and a hidden door appeared.

‘…He should have studied with this talent.’

‘I heard he used to work for a large company.’

So that’s why he opened an antique shop.

‘Really? He studied a lot, damn it.’

While exchanging jokes, the door was revealed and Kang-hee senior raised the keypad and shouted.

‘Finally, if you enter the password, it’s over!’