Prince From Another Dimension Becomes An Idol [EN]: Chapter 211

#211.

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“I told you not to do it.”

“……”

“……”

“Tell me now if you want to stop.”

“……”

“……”

Despite Ki-joon’s words, the members glanced at each other, no one stepping forward to answer.

They had mouths but couldn’t speak; there was a reason the phrase ‘eloquent silence’ existed.

Do-jae sat on the newspaper spread out on the wide living room floor, lost in thought.

Even while thinking, he couldn’t stop his hands. He was still helping.

The members, already organized into a factory-like system, were mechanically doing their jobs.

Gyu-sung diligently pinched off pieces of dough and rolled them into balls, while Heung-min flattened the balls with his hands.

Then Do-jae and Louis each put sesame and red bean fillings into the dough and sealed it.

Finally, Ki-joon and Woo-cheol shaped them.

In Ki-joon and Woo-cheol’s hands, the dough became quite plausible—no, beautifully shaped like *songpyeon* [small, colorful rice cakes traditionally eaten during the Korean holiday of Chuseok] from a rice cake shop.

“How can we back out now? We boasted that we would do it all ourselves……”

The one who answered Ki-joon was Woo-cheol, who was diligently pressing the dough with his fingertips to make the *songpyeon* shape.

Everyone’s legs were numb, their backs ached, and their eyes seemed blurry…….

That was why they were silently enduring the pain and making *songpyeon*.

Ki-joon sighed, “Haa,” and expertly stamped out *songpyeon*.

When they first started making *songpyeon*, the members were full of energy.

After a hearty lunch.

Ki-joon’s parents suggested that the members go to the detached house to rest.

Ki-joon’s parents knew exactly why the members had come down here instead of visiting their families for Chuseok [Korean harvest festival].

They figured the boys must have come to rest comfortably, so they wanted to let them do so.

However, the members, who had already enjoyed a week-long vacation in Seoul, were overflowing with energy.

“No way! Didn’t you say you were going to cook? We’ll help too!”

“I’ve never made Chuseok food before! If Ki-joon *hyung* [older brother or male friend] is doing it, we’ll do it too!”

The members rolled up their sleeves, saying they would help make Chuseok food.

Originally, holiday chores were something you didn’t want to do if you were told to, but you wanted to try if you were told not to.

Ki-joon’s parents and Ki-joon told them several times “Don’t do that,” but they couldn’t stop the members.

The members took their places and learned how to make *songpyeon*.

“My family always buys *songpyeon*, but Ki-joon *hyung*’s family makes them directly…. That’s amazing.”

“Do-jae *hyung*, is this your first time doing something like this too?”

“Um…. That’s right. Probably…….”

Do-jae nodded at Louis’s question.

He had lived with his mother, who went out to work even during holidays, so ‘Kang Do-jae’s’ holidays were always filled with gloomy memories.

‘Lee Do-jae’s’ holidays were excessively extravagant.

The entire palace was in an uproar, and Do-jae would be exhausted from performing imperial events in full attire.

Do-jae, who had never even cut kimchi with his own hands before living in the dorm, certainly had no experience making *songpyeon*.

“First, everyone try shaping it once…….”

Ki-joon taught the members how to shape *songpyeon* with a sulky face.

Unlike his sulky expression, the *songpyeon* Ki-joon made were so pretty that they looked like models.

However, the *songpyeon* shapes made by the members, who were making *songpyeon* for the first time, were at a level that was embarrassing to show off.

Especially Do-jae’s *songpyeon*, who looked like he could make the prettiest *songpyeon* in the world just by looking at his face and long fingers…….

Even Mi-hye, who always praised Do-jae as ‘just light’ [meaning effortlessly good-looking or talented], had a hard time managing her expression because it was so lumpy.

“……”

Even Do-jae himself thought it was terrible.

It was made with mugwort dough, so at first glance, you could believe it was poop.

“Wow, I guess this is what they call someone with golden poop hands [a sarcastic expression for someone who messes things up].”

Even Woo-cheol, who never failed to praise Do-jae, coldly assessed.

Do-jae was artistically talented, but somehow, he was always clumsy at ‘making’ things.

His hands were too unskilled compared to his discerning eye.

“Th…. Do, Do-jae should just put in the filling.”

Ki-joon’s mother, who was watching, said that and excluded Do-jae from ‘making *songpyeon*’ first.

Anyway, the members evaluated each other’s skills, giggled, and started making *songpyeon* with joyful hearts.

“It’s fun!”

“I know. It’s more fun because we’re making what we’re going to eat!”

There were six members, so it seemed like the holiday food for the whole family would be made in an hour or two.

When the members were in a friendly mood.

Ki-joon’s father dragged in a large ‘tub’.

It was new dough.

“Uh…. Are we making all of that too?”

Louis, who was quick to notice, asked as if he had a bad feeling.

When Ki-joon’s father nodded, Mi-hye and Mi-ri carried in one more large container each.

It was a container filled with filling to put in the dough.

“This much……”

Even Gyu-sung, who was a big eater, was surprised by the amount.

It wasn’t an amount for a family to eat.

“We always share holiday food with the elders in this village. If we do it with just our family, it’ll take not just a day, but two days…. Since you guys are helping, it won’t even take a day.”

Ki-joon’s mother said that with a happy face and headed back to the kitchen.

That was because there were plenty of other foods to make besides *songpyeon*.

The members were stunned by the enormous amount of dough and filling.

‘We should have rested when they told us to…….’

The same thought occurred to everyone at the same time.

They also realized why Ki-joon was so good at cooking.

If you made this much food every year, you couldn’t help but be good at it.

In particular, he must have made at least a hundred *songpyeon* alone every year.

“I think we should call him a master craftsman…….”

Do-jae muttered, looking at Ki-joon.

While the members were making *songpyeon* as if their backs would break.

On the other hand, Ki-joon’s family was constantly producing food such as braised short ribs, *japchae* [glass noodles stir-fried with vegetables and meat], and pancakes.

That was why the members’ expressions didn’t brighten even though making *songpyeon* was coming to an end.

They had started, so they felt like they had to help until the end, but the remaining food didn’t seem easy either.

“Ugh…. Ack!”

Woo-cheol, who was squatting and making *songpyeon*, stretched his back and screamed, “Ack!”

“Ugh, my foot is cramping.”

He had a cramp in his foot.

Woo-cheol, who was suffering for a while, rubbing saliva on his nose, muttered, “I can’t do this.”

“Are you going to go rest?”

“Yeah. Rest and then do it.”

Heung-min and Ki-joon said in turn.

Woo-cheol shook his head.

“No, if we’re going to do it anyway, it’s better to do it enjoyably! We’re doing it too much like work right now!”

Doing everything to the best of their ability was, so to speak, a ‘species trait’ of MOST members.

However, that didn’t mean they had to make *songpyeon* in such a solemn atmosphere, thinking only about efficiency.

“It would be better to do it more enjoyably.”

“Enjoyably? How?”

Louis raised his head and asked.

He looked quite cute asking with red bean paste smeared on his mouth, probably from somewhere.

Woo-cheol smiled, washed his hands, and took out his cell phone.

“You’re addicted to your smartphone!”

Woo-cheol laughed in disbelief at Heung-min’s joke and said.

“No, let’s turn on ON TV and communicate with the fans.”

“ON TV?”

Do-jae stopped his hands and asked Woo-cheol.

“Yes. The fans are very curious about what we’re doing during Chuseok. We can also say Chuseok greetings!”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

Woo-cheol, excited by Do-jae’s positive answer, contacted the managers.

It was to get permission before turning on the broadcast.

“Ah, *hyung*, is it okay if your house is revealed?”

“It doesn’t matter. Only the living room will be shown anyway. I’ll have to tell my family not to come this way for a while.”

The members, who were exhausted from the continuous labor, also agreed to turn on ON TV live.

It seemed like it would be good in many ways, such as changing the atmosphere and greeting the fans.

Woo-cheol took out a selfie stick that he had brought with him and fixed it in the shape of a tripod to capture the angle.

The members, who had already revealed their bare faces as well as their refrigerator pants through , still checked their facial condition in the mirror once in a while.

There wasn’t much they could do besides fixing their bangs anyway.

“Ah, stop looking in the mirror! You’re not going to get more handsome!”

Woo-cheol shouted at Heung-min, who wasn’t coming back from in front of the mirror.

At Woo-cheol’s words, Heung-min glared at Woo-cheol and sat down in his seat.

Do-jae was worried that his appearance with horn-rimmed glasses looked a bit stuffy.

“Should I take them off?”

“Why, *hyung*? You look good with glasses on too?”

Louis asked back as if to say what are you talking about.

“Don’t I look stuffy?”

Gyu-sung, who had been quietly next to him, said firmly, and Do-jae put on a sheepish expression and put the glasses he was about to take off back on.

Since they had decided to show a comfortable side of themselves anyway, it seemed better to stay as they were.

After a while.

That’s how ‘Making Chuseok Food With MOST,’ not Get Ready With Me, not Study With Me, appeared on the ON TV live broadcast list.

And making *songpyeon*, mixing 30 servings of *japchae*, and frying about 10 kinds of pancakes continued to be broadcast for about two hours.

The members took turns resting one by one while reading comments and communicating with fans.

When Do-jae revealed the *songpyeon* he made for the first time, the comment window almost exploded.

It goes without saying that it became an incredibly satisfying content for Korean fans as well as overseas fans.

And it was late at night when the full moon rose that the members escaped from the holiday food experience (written as experience, read as hell).

Ki-joon’s family was happy that they didn’t have to work until tomorrow thanks to them.

The members also had a hard time, but they felt a sense of accomplishment after sharing the food they made with the elders in the neighborhood.

The same was true of fatigue.

“What is this fatigue that feels like I’ve done three concerts……”

“I should be filial to my mom…. My mom used to do all the cooking alone at our house……”

“Now you help her…….”

“I should. I should tell my dad to do it too…….”

The members, who spread out blankets in the detached house and lay down, rubbed their sleepy eyes and talked, and then fell asleep in less than 10 minutes.

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It was a heartwarming day.

At least it was for the other members.

Ki-joon woke up in the early morning to drink water and stopped in shock when he saw the messages piled up on his cell phone.

Not only messages but also several missed calls had come in, but he hadn’t seen them because he had set them to silent.

“……!”

2:53 AM.

A call had come in just 10 minutes ago.

Ki-joon hurriedly called Kedo.

However, the signal tone only went on for a long time, and Kedo’s voice was not heard.