Becoming An Idol Wasn’T On My Plan [EN]: Chapter 292

I Didn’t Plan to Become an Idol – 292

Concert preparations, seriously.

Panting, out of breath. While practicing the choreography for the songs selected for the setlist, I took a break to contemplate.

No matter how I look at it, the dances are all strangely intense.

Of course, stamina will be managed during the actual performance, but ever since ‘Heung,’ I seem to have composed songs that don’t match the overall intense choreography. How did this happen?

Unlike preparing for the last Appreciation Festival, the addition of ‘All mine’ has completed this arduous journey.

It feels like all the muscles in my body are being diversely toned.

I definitely wrote soft and relaxed tempo songs often. But why isn’t the choreography difficulty decreasing? Instead, it’s increasing.

I watched Chae Hamin next to me, sitting on a chair as if riding a horse, gleefully feeling the rhythm. He looks excited, that rabbit.

“…Hamin.”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, how about making the choreography a bit more relaxed?”

I think I’m going to die like this.

Even if you don’t choreograph everything, you tweak it after receiving it from the choreographer, so I’m asking you.

Thinking about it carefully, the parts you touched are the most intense. The quality is good, so I’m satisfied, but some songs could be a bit more relaxed, right? You’re good at choreographing with less energy too.

If you object here, it’s an act of using human life as a means, so I’m going to grab you by the collar in the name of Kant (Immanuel Kant, a famous philosopher) – of course, Ryu Iden’s collar.

Chae Hamin, who is excellent at riding piggyback, shouted as if it were impossible.

“Iden hyung [older brother/male friend], Donghwa wants to exercise!”

“Hamin-ah [term of endearment], I, the traitor, can’t make fun of Donghwa……”

That’s right. The lesson will remain etched in his bones.

“That’s right! How could the leader!”

What’s the context of this conversation?

Chae Hamin seems to be torn between the will to protect me as a friend and the worry that no one but Ryu Iden would join in making fun of me.

“Still, hyung [older brother/male friend]. They say you should hate the sin, not the sinner.”

Then, Chae Hamin shook his fluffy head and wore a gentle expression like a saint.

Even people revered as saints would be more violent than you.

“If you live while atoning,”

Ryu Iden walked on all fours and knelt in front of Chae Hamin.

Chae Hamin, sitting on the chair, reached out and gently placed his hand on Ryu Iden’s head.

“Donghwa will forgive you someday.”

“Is that so?”

Don’t make a touched expression, you crazy bastard. You’ve chosen the wrong person to kneel to.

It looks like a ridiculous depiction of Augustine’s moment of receiving revelation after living like a thug.

“Yeah, so restore the broken trust! Then hyung [older brother/male friend] makes fun of Donghwa again, and I’ll comfort him, let’s do that!”

Instead of comforting, you join in the teasing too.

“…Aren’t you the only one who benefits?”

“Gasp.”

I told you not to pretend you were caught. Your fundamentals are messed up.

Ryu Iden, shocked by the betrayal, and Chae Hamin, shocked that all his plans were exposed.

Next to them, Seokjun and Lee Hyunjae were sitting side by side, taking a break, like tourist brothers watching a farce.

“Hyunjae―, what is that?”

“A baptism.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a ritual to cleanse sins in order to be forgiven by Donghwa hyung [older brother/male friend].”

“Then, in the flow of things, Donghwa hyung [older brother/male friend] has to forgive him?”

“That’s true, but I don’t know.”

Lee Hyunjae quietly looked at me and smiled brightly.

Seokjun, with an innocent face, was trembling, dying to know what would happen next.

“He needs to be forgiven to release those childhood photos, you know.”

Oh dear. One way or another, Lee Hyunjae also respects Ryu Iden after all.

“Roommates would love to see them, but hyung’s [older brother/male friend] past photos are close to zero.”

A glance, gazes pouring towards me except for Seokjun. Those guys, they planned this.

Seeing how weak the plan is, it must be Chae Hamin’s idea. Since I’ve been releasing photos like crazy recently, they’re trying to push through with just one justification.

But no way. If you want to get complete forgiveness, shouldn’t you come up with a proper plan?

“Should I release them, Hyunjae?”

“See, I told you it was weird. Donghwa hyung [older brother/male friend] can just receive them from Mokhwa hyung [older brother/male friend] and release them himself.”

Lee Hyunjae pouted and turned his eyes to the game console Seokjun was holding.

Then, Chae Hamin threw away his saintly face and shouted cheerfully.

“No! I’ve made mistakes countless times, and Donghwa has always forgiven me!”

“Yeah, and I even forgave that dog.”

That’s what the wish ticket was for in the first place. It’s a bit of a highway robbery to give the penalty and not even forgive him.

“Yes?”

“Really?”

“Just…, with that, you forgive me, that traitor?”

What’s with you guys? Why do you all look so sure that I couldn’t have forgiven him already?

Since when have I been perceived as a human obsessed with revenge?

I took a moment to carefully reflect on my past actions. Have I ever done such a thing?

Unless my memory has deteriorated, I haven’t. I have a spirit of tolerance that doesn’t fall behind the French Revolution.

“…Hyung [older brother/male friend] tears people apart if they harm him.”

However, Ryu Iden carefully offered his opinion.

“Me?”

“Yeah. I heard about the journalist’s end, Donghwa hyung [older brother/male friend].”

I don’t remember that. I do remember complaining to the elders that it was heartbreaking that a certain journalist was writing malicious articles.

“I even expected Donghwa hyung [older brother/male friend] to half-kill Iden hyung [older brother/male friend], so I’m disappointed.”

“…Hyunjae-ya [term of endearment]?”

“Too mild. I was worried about whether Hamin hyung [older brother/male friend] or Donghwa hyung [older brother/male friend] would become the next leader if Iden hyung [older brother/male friend] retired. I was a little excited about how it would change in a dual leadership system?”

“Hyunjae-ya [term of endearment], wait a minute.”

“Since Donghwa hyung [older brother/male friend] wouldn’t want to wear a hat anyway, Hamin hyung [older brother/male friend] would do it, and the era of full-scale regency would begin in Blossoms…, but it’s a shame. I wanted to see Iden hyung [older brother/male friend] break down a little more.”

Lee Hyunjae wielded his tongue like a knife without hesitation.

Ryu Iden gaped. He seemed deeply wounded by the unrestrained words of his beloved youngest member.

“…Really, you’re forgiving me?”

Ryu Iden looked up at me, kneeling pathetically.

What to do, I want to beat him up. What talent does Ryu Iden have to stimulate violence to this extent?

“I already did.”

Why are you asking?

“Then…, can I make fun of you again?”

Ha, you damn dog.

“Since when did you ask for permission, you son of a…….”

“Haha, haha! The traitor is free! Ah! The traitor has found peace, B.P.! Can I upload the photos?”

Ryu Iden jumped up from his seat.

If Ryu Iden jumps with full power, he rises to that height. Why is a human who should be in the Taereung Training Center (National Training Center for athletes in Korea) doing idol work here? It’s a loss for Korea.

“Yeah.”

“Aha! Heuha! I’m so happy, really!”

After making such a fuss, Ryu Iden quickly took out his phone and fiddled with it a few times.

Judging from the situation, he’s uploading my past photos. The work was finished very quickly.

…He prepared it in advance, that damn dog.

Then he glanced at this side and waved his hand with a smirk.

What to do, he’s too annoying. It pisses me off that he seems to have known in advance that I would forgive him.

“Looks like there was a next scenario too.”

“Yeah, about three of them.”

Chae Hamin flinched, trembling as if he didn’t expect that.

“What do you think of me as?”

The conviction that he needed to do that much to get forgiveness also scratched my nerves.

I paused my hand, which was reaching for a brick. I need to hear the answer first.

“…A beloved hyung [older brother/male friend]?”

“…Okay.”

If you say so. I immediately picked up the brick, a necessity in the practice room. I need to deal with it quickly because the break is almost over.

* * *

[Ji Donghwa’s past photos, finally, released.]

People who have Donghwa as their favorite are startled to find that there isn’t even a single high school photo.

Graduation photos are front-facing, upright, expressionless, and the same in group photos. Surprisingly, even the photo taken with his younger sibling (commemorating the day his hyung [older brother/male friend] bought him a new phone) is front-facing, upright, and expressionless.

But even this photo is so precious to us that we’re about to number it.

Today, a beautiful masterpiece that makes us want to burn all the previous numbers has been released by our leader.

(Five-year-old Ji Donghwa is struggling to hold a book written by his father. He is frowning as if he doesn’t understand it well and is holding the book tightly with both hands.)

Ah, damn it, I cursed as soon as I saw it. How can his face not change since he was a child…

(Legendary fan sign capture, Ji Donghwa is holding a fan’s graduation thesis tightly in both hands.)

Exactly the same. Iden says he looks exactly like his father, so I’m grateful for the power of genetics today too…

(A photo of young Ji Donghwa playing chess with Mokhwa. Mokhwa is placing the pieces randomly because he doesn’t know the rules, but Ji Donghwa is smiling as if he’s enjoying it.)

(Sitting side by side with Mokhwa at the dining table. He has children’s chopsticks in his hand. His hands are still small, so he can’t use chopsticks properly, but his mother bought them for him because he strongly insisted on getting into the habit.)

(Sitting on his father’s lap, chatting while looking at a book together. The warm gaze of his mother looking at this scene is captured, and warmth emanates from the photo. His father’s face is mosaicked.)

Ha…… really…. I just want to hug him once and go to jail. Ji Donghwa is definitely crazy. How can he incite crime in fans? Crime-inciting idol, is this okay!!

Everyone, spread it widely. Everyone in the world needs to know, Ji Donghwa’s childhood.

Comments

―Ah… I’m ascending to heaven… That photo I’ve been wanting so much… My favorite’s appearance before his expression hardened…

―But Ji Donghwa is ㅋㅋㅋㅌㅋㅋㅋㅋ Is it real that he’s struggling to hold a book at that age ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅌㅋㅋㅋ He has the visuals to read a children’s book, but the one he’s holding is…

└There’s a story that it’s his father’s book.

└Ah, you pressed my tear button.

―Why can’t the world develop yet and visualize memories? If we could take out all of Mokhwa’s memories and make them into a video and have the whole nation watch it together, that would be harmony, that would be a holiday, that would be life ㅅㅂ Why is the world like this

―I feel like I’m going to cry, is this right?

└There’s already a Roommate who cried here

―Ah,,, the photos are so warm that I’m going to use them instead of a heater in the winter…

└Why turn on the winter boiler? You can just look at the photos on your phone

I put my phone down for a moment.

“…Is this something to be so happy about?”

It’s a past face that you’ll never see again.

“Wouldn’t it be similar to hyung [older brother/male friend] smiling while looking at my photos?”

Mokhwa, wearing a beige suit, approached me. He’s only wearing the jacket and no shirt inside, the kind of look idols wear.

Of course, I’m also wearing a navy suit in that style, so I have nothing to say.

“The fans treat us like family…….”

“Does the logic work that way?”

Today is the day of the photoshoot with Mokhwa.

The photographer originally had a plan, but after seeing our past photos, he said he was throwing it all away.

After hearing that he wanted to recreate Mokhwa’s and my photos in the present, I wondered if it was okay, but it’s a grateful thing anyway.

So the first set is the dining table.

Western tableware was set, and a frame containing one of our past photos was placed.

“The difference is too big. I’m fiddling with a spoon.”

“I have chopsticks like that too.”

Chopsticks with cat characters attached to both sides, reflecting my mother’s taste. Looking at it, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do you remember that time too, hyung [older brother/male friend]?”

“Yeah.”

All of it, vividly.