Becoming An Idol Wasn’T On My Plan [EN]: Chapter 314

I Didn’t Plan to Be an Idol – 314

“How long have you been practicing? The competition piece?”

“Almost a year. I’ve only played this.”

“Weren’t you bored?”

“I was annoyed because I didn’t like my performance.”

Bongju opened the piano keyboard.

So calm. A temperament that endlessly repeats practice until he is satisfied. You were born with all the talent, Bongju.

This is a small piano practice room.

Bongju’s academy teacher recognized the child’s talent and subtly asked his father to consider investing in him. Then, saying that he would also invest, he readily lent this small practice room.

A wonderful teacher, I thought to myself as I heard it from Bongju.

Seeing how well he knows the stories between adults, he really doesn’t have the eyes of a child.

“I, I listened to your song, Teacher.”

“Yeah.”

I sat on the shabby chair behind me, watching Bongju sit in front of the keyboard.

I’m not embarrassed. If it was a song to be ashamed of, I wouldn’t have released it as the title track.

“I liked this one the best.”

He took a breath. He put his hands on the keyboard and shook his shoulders once.

Then, without saying a word, Bongju played ‘Time Waiting for You’ with accompaniment.

Did this little kid even learn harmony? To add accompaniment without sheet music, wow…

There are awkward chords here and there, but that’s what makes it even more touching. He figured that out himself.

For me, who might come, with the thought that I might come, he pressed the keys, checking that this sound was more beautiful.

As if he had decided to only play the first verse, he changed the chords and finished neatly.

Then, he stared at the piano, which made no sound, and his hands on it, as if observing it. He did that on the previous stage too, so it must be a habit.

I shut up until he completely took his hands off.

As I pondered whether to say thank you or great job first, Bongju opened his mouth without taking his hands off the piano.

He subtly uses the etiquette of listening to music, great.

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

I remained silent.

“I don’t think I would have asked you to let me play the piano if it weren’t for you, Teacher.”

He still has his hands on the piano, occasionally pressing a few chords. The way he warns me not to speak is also very piano prodigy-like.

“I think I had a habit of thinking grapes would be sour.”

Well, elementary school students’ thinking skills are really excellent. His memory is also outstanding. The first fairy tale I read with Bongju was ‘The Fox and the Sour Grapes’.

He’s saying what he memorized, and the chords he’s playing are drawing a beautiful melody.

The melody is a children’s song, but I don’t know exactly what it is. I should have listened to a collection of children’s songs.

“So, thank you. Thank you for letting me know that grapes are delicious for the first time, and for noticing that I wanted to eat grapes for the first time.”

Plunk, the melody stops.

As if this was the prepared performance, he stopped and took his hands off. Then, he buried his face in his hands, as if embarrassed, and jumped up from his seat.

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

“…Okay.”

Ha, wow. How much did he think to create that sentence?

I buried my face in my hands.

He prepared a gift to show his gratitude to me, and even prepared rhetoric to express his gratitude. What should I do, he’s so cute.

I put my hand on the piano keyboard and pressed the keys I first pressed with Bongju again.

The child who reminded me of myself when I was young is growing up like this. Cherishing that moment so preciously.

…Damn it, I made the right choice to live.

Bongju came out of the bathroom, wiping the wetness from his cheeks with a handkerchief. He was confident, as if he had decided to be brazen.

“Can I play for you more?”

“I’d rather ask you to.”

I listened to Bongju’s performance several times and talked about which accompaniment would be more suitable for the melody.

In the past, we talked about which keys to press according to the sheet music and what chords there were.

“You’ve really improved a lot, Bongju.”

“I practiced because I wanted to hear that.”

A sly smile.

Relaxed and precocious. But still like a child. He was more relaxed than the Bongju I had seen before.

A small existence called me can remain a big meaning to someone, an empirical case.

Was I like that to those people with the ridiculous name of the Ji Donghwa Cartel?

* * *

It was 10 p.m. when I left for the dorm.

The conversations I had with Bongju until that time were nothing special.

He said he would go to the next competition in two years, or what he would do for the next competition, or what happened at school.

The only special thing was that I gave him my email address and phone number.

I was sure that he would choose email rather than a letter. I don’t think Bongju’s personality would contact me by phone number.

I even heard his ambition to ‘grow up and go to Teacher’s stage to play accompaniment.’

Even if you regret it when you grow up, I will be on stage with you, so don’t forget the promise you made when you were young.

I will not forget Bongju’s appearance, holding his father’s hand tightly and waving the hand left to me.

“Hmm.”

The moon is bright.

A child’s pure gratitude to me was not fully digested and was stuck in one side of my heart.

I can’t help it. I have no choice but to go to the studio and work.

In a deserted alley, basking in the moonlight, I confirmed my next move.

I was asked to call the management team as soon as my personal work was over, so I took out my cell phone.

“The schedule is over, I’m going to the studio.”

The moment I said a simple greeting and put my cell phone in.

Thud.

A chilling footstep echoed in the alley.

I regarded it as white noise and was wondering where to catch a taxi. But I realized that the direction of the step was coming towards me.

A deserted road, a large alley. And footsteps heading towards me.

Well, there was no Ryu Iden’s self-defense lecture, so I turned my head with the hope that it was a fan. Otherwise, tomorrow’s internet articles will be hot.

There, a guy wearing a black mask, black hat, black clothes, and black sunglasses was staring at me.

Then he came to me and grabbed both of my shoulders.

…Oh dear.

“Hamin, what are you doing.”

I struggled to move my mouth as my whole body was shaken by Chae Hamin.

“How! How did you know the studio!”

“Today’s appointment was, clearly, canceled.”

“Still! How!”

Shut up, Hamin. This is the street.

After being tormented for a while, Chae Hamin let go of me and took off his sunglasses and mask.

“Really! I’m reeeally disappointed, Donghwa!”

Chae Hamin sighed deeply, complaining that he was just waiting for me to come and play after the concert, that great disappointment follows great expectations, that even if the appointment was canceled, I should have come in and played.

“I knew it! I thought you’d be working! How could you do that!”

A look that he’s not even human. I didn’t feel guilty.

More than that, how did you know I was here, Hamin? I want to know first, even if your disappointment is postponed to later.

Then Chae Hamin clapped his hands and held out his cell phone to me.

“First of all, you have this much of eyewitness accounts. Hyunjae told me.”

[Ji Donghwa Piano Competition Eyewitness Account], a simple title, [Ji Donghwa Snack Bar Eyewitness Account], an even more boring title, etc.

As a side note, I briefly went to the snack bar to feed Bongju snacks.

“Well, I wore a hat.”

I didn’t even think that they would recognize me because no fans came to ask for autographs today.

“There’s no way that could hide you!”

Everyone, you were considerate (I heard later that they didn’t want to break it because I looked so happy smiling).

I was briefly moved, but I was still caught up in the unresolved question.

Still, how did you know I was here?

Chae Hamin confidently stretched his shoulders at my reasonable question.

“I asked my father’s secretary to follow you!”

Well, that’s stalking, you crazy bastard.

“…Okay.”

I was about to touch the brick in my bag, but stopped.

Unlike Ryu Iden, Chae Hamin is not a human I want to hit with a brick. To be exact, only Ryu Iden is.

“…Reason?”

“Arresting you going to the studio! Caught you! You’re mine!”

Chae Hamin, throwing the famous line of the Pocket Monster [Pokémon] with a refreshing and refreshing face.

As if he had prepared for this moment, he turned his hat backwards like the main character in Pocket Monster.

Ah, what should I do, it seems like one more person will be added besides Ryu Iden.

I calculated the harm that would occur if I endured it, that is, the opportunity cost, and finally took out the brick.

It’s version 2, which I made more sturdy by sewing it here and there because it’s been used for a long time.

Of course, the essence is still a cushion, so it doesn’t hurt.

“No matter how I look at it, you’re the craziest bastard.”

I hit Chae Hamin’s shoulder a few times.

Of course, Chae Hamin, who is not even ticklish, is fine, and hitting with a fist is too inhumane, so I can’t help it.

“Hey, aren’t you here?”

Ask the people of the world. Which is more outstanding, the degree to which I’m crazy or the degree to which you’re crazy.

I should have found an escape route in advance, expecting this to happen, but my preparation was insufficient.

Huh, I took a breath.

“…Let’s go for now.”

If anyone sees this outside, it won’t end with shame. There was no one around, so it’ll be okay.

And when I arrived at the dorm.

[But why does Donghwa carry a brick around]

No, I was so excited to see the main base on the way today. But I’m such a timid person that I was just watching from afar, and Ji Donghwa took out a brick from his eco bag.

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―Wow ㅋㅌㅋㅋㅋㅋㅌㅋㅋㅋㅋ The brick cushion that has been handed down deeply among the field fans appears here ㅋㅌㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅌㅋㅋㅋㅋ

―I don’t know why, but it’s Donghwa’s favorite cushion.

└Why 대체….? [Why, though?]

―Guarantee the right to know even for room corner otaku [die-hard fans], Ji Donghwa!!!!!!!! Explain your favorite cushion!!!!!

Well, once you get on the trend, it becomes a hot topic in the internet world.

I wiped my face dry at the eyewitness account that Lee Hyunjae showed me.

Popularity and shame are proportional. There have been times when I received a small ‘What the hell is that?’ look, but this is the first time it’s been talked about so extensively.

“No, this is, becoming a hot topic, huh.”

Ryu Iden was lying on the floor, laughing like a freshly caught fish.

I took a picture of the moment when I proved that the brick cushion was soft by poking it with my finger.

Later, when someone asks on Weavers [fan communication app], if I say it’s a pillow I use when I sleep and I made it myself…

Then…, he’s crazy.

I suddenly realized.

Isn’t the fact that I made this cushion myself, stitch by stitch, crazy? It’s weird enough even if I hide the truth that it’s a beating tool exclusively for Ryu Iden.

“Donghwa hyung [older brother/male friend], are you realizing that now?”

Lee Hyunjae carefully grabbed my shoulder and asked.

“I guess so.”

At first, it was a cushion made by longing for a paradoxical method of hitting Ryu Iden without hitting him.

If Bongju is the reason why I went to the piano, then Ryu Iden is to me…

Ryu Iden quickly noticed the cold energy emanating from me, stopped laughing, and sat politely.

“Donghwa hyung, did I do something wrong again?”

There was an underlying belief that the members would accept even if I did this.

I ignored Ryu Iden’s words and concluded.

Something must have happened to my brain while going through the series of processes up to the concert.

I laughed in vain at Ryu Iden, who apologized for laughing with exaggerated gestures.

This is all possible because I became an idol. All these things, feeling happy seeing Mr. Simba, and feeling my existence seeing Bongju, so.

The feeling I felt at the concert comes back as the truth. Is it okay to have so many happy memories in the panorama?

* * *

Meanwhile, while Ji Donghwa was gradually checking his mental state.

At the company, PD [Production Director] Lee Dongwon was greeting someone happily.

“Long time no see, long time no see, my beloved senior.”

“You’re still…like an idiot, Dongwon.”

Jung Kyungwoo, who had gone overseas, was scouted and entered Nietzsche Entertainment as an internal PD.

“Haejin, do I really have to work with him?”

“Well, the two of you are a bit incompatible, right?”

Can a quirky personality be hidden? If he wasn’t good at noticing and doing things, he would have been fired a long time ago.

“Beloved hyung [older brother/male friend]? This is a plan I came up with, please cut it down a bit.”

“You’re going to be mad if I do it, right?”

“Of course, that’s why I’m asking you to do it?”

Lee Dongwon fluttered the paper while laughing.

Content born from Lee Hyunjae’s wish ticket. ‘Living as another member’.

What Lee Hyunjae asked for was for him to become the eldest brother, so PD Lee Dongwon will grant that request.

However, PD Lee Dongwon has one short story that he read with great impression. Monkey’s Paw.

Lee Hyunjae will have to live like Ryu Iden and take care of his exercise and health. Ah, who should I make who to make it more fun!

PD Lee Dongwon, who has already become an icon of distrust for all members, has nothing to fear.