[Title: 2 Weeks of Seo Hoyun’s Reign, This is Insane
Who the hell gave this delinquent a sword....
I thought Seo Hoyun would just smile and act like usual...
Nope.
Absolutely not.
Did this bastard go through a lot recently?
He’s basically venting everything out on the kids.
Hoyun: Lemonade.
Dajun: Yep!
Hoyun: Strawberry cake.
Dajun: Yep!
Hoyun: Rap machine.
Jiwon: (doomchit doomchit)
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO what the hell is this?
└ I thought I was going to lose it just from Sung Jiwon rapping on Find My Code.... If I were a Show Me the Swag judge and Sung Jiwon was a contestant, I would’ve dropped him in 3 seconds flat.
└ Sung Jiwon rapping on command, what the hell is this.
└└ He must’ve gone completely insane from his recent obsession with comedy....]
[Title: But They Actually Always Do Their Punishments feat. Today’s Live
Our Dawning boys turn on live whenever they’re bored...
And of course, today’s live also had Seo Hoyun dancing his delinquent sword dance.
The leader couldn’t take the bullying anymore and stepped up....
Sunghyun: Hey, Seo Hoyun. Seriously, cut it out.
Hoyun: Oh? But did you do your punishment today?
Sunghyun: (fuck, wrong move)
The chat went wild.
Hoyun: Hehe, Noeuls are asking for it quick.
Dajun/Jiwon: (dodging)
In the end, the Dawnings had to do their punishment live...
Sunghyun: (fuck fuck)
Ichae: (fuck fuck)
Sunghyun: ...I’ll do it.
Ichae: ...Yeah.
(...On the crown of the head♡)
Sunghyun: rjhsdflkj; aaaaaaaghhh
Ichae: ughaaaahdfkj; aaaaargh
Seo Hoyun: lol (calm)
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
└ Kim Sunghyun actually kissed the crown of his head for literally 0.00000001 seconds and then bolted to the bathroom.
└ Looked like he went to puke lololol.
└└ lololol it’s only fun for us lolololol.
└└ Sung Jiwon keeping that thug tone is killing me. After Sunghyun’s goodnight kiss he went, “Aang?! Thanks!!” and I’m crying.]
While the mid-report about The Dawn’s current album promotions was in full swing, Seo Hoyun sat beside Lee Jihyun, checking the community together on a tablet PC.
“—The response to Level S2 has been very good. Especially compared to last year, both album sales and streaming numbers are—...”
Even though they had pulled another all-nighter a few days ago, the Daepaseong planning team remained all smiles. After all, those in charge of The Dawn were practically guaranteed their year-end bonuses.
They had bought out Daepaseong to strengthen their actor lineup, but the joke going around was that in the end WH Entertainment’s male idol lineup had only become even stronger—Joo Woosung’s solo, Hi-Five, and The Dawn. They had completely dominated the music industry this year.
‘Well, sure, that’s good. It’s good, but....’
My eyes swept across the meeting room and stopped at Jung Seonui, sitting quietly at the far end.
‘What’s with her.’
Her work was still neat and professional, but her attitude lately had been suspicious.
She avoided meeting my gaze as much as possible, sat as far away from me as she could, and made it painfully obvious she was trying not to face me alone. It was pitiful how much effort she was putting into pretending not to.
‘Should I test her.’
The meeting, dragging on with the same repeated talk about The Dawn’s direction, finally ended. People began to rise one by one.
I kept my gaze fixed on Jung Seonui. Beside me, Jung Dajun fanned me tirelessly and grumbled.
“Hyung, can’t we just use a fan instead of this paper fan?”
“You’re going to blow artificial wind on me?”
“This is artificial wind too, hyung.”
I ignored the maknae who had gotten smarter lately and turned to Kim Sunghyun.
“Hey, I want some coffee.”
“Should I just grab it from the convenience store?”
“No.”
“...Then from the company café?”
“There’s a small café in the alley across from our company with a red sign. That one’s good.”
“.......”
“You know what I usually drink, right?”
After learning over the past few days that if I didn’t give specific instructions, the members would deliberately mess with me and order everything as a set, both Kim Sunghyun and Jung Dajun’s expressions soured. To make it worse, the traffic light in front of WH Entertainment was infamous for its long wait.
“Why don’t you just ask us to make it ourselves while you’re at it.”
“The whipped cream there is good.”
I ruffled the grumbling Jung Dajun’s hair and pushed Kim Sunghyun’s back, telling him I’d see him later in the practice room. Watching the members chatter noisily as they left, I leaned against the doorway wall, arms crossed, giving brief nods to staff, including Lee Jihyun, as they filed out.
“Team Leader.”
“......!”
Jung Seonui, trying to slip away in the crowd, flinched like she’d seen a ghost. I caught her falling papers and handed them back.
“Be careful.”
Too obvious. Her panic was almost boring.
“...Thank you.”
“Good work today. Must’ve been tough, mediating between Daepaseong and WH.”
“...It’s just work.”
Her replies lagged a beat behind.
“Come on. I heard you were a big help to the planning team and Lee Jihyun. That must’ve cost you quite a bit of time.”
“It wasn’t that hard.”
‘Hmm, so it’s not Daepaseong’s side that’s the issue.’
“Oh, right. I heard from our manager that Executive Han did us a lot of favors—”
“...!”
Her eyebrow twitched the tiniest bit.
I smiled brightly, studying every flicker of her expression.
“We need to wrap up this year’s activities well....”
Not just this year. I meant the grand finale of my idol career.
“.......”
Looking tired, Jung Seonui rubbed the corner of her eye with her ring finger.
“...Yes, and next year too.”
Next year, my ass.
I thought dryly, but Jung Seonui just gathered her papers, bowed, and slipped away.
No point pressing her—she wouldn’t spill anything. I only watched her retreating back.
“Hm....”
Even as WH’s planning team leader, I didn’t think Jung Seonui could heavily affect The Dawn’s plan now. But with the big event right around the corner, even little things made me restless.
‘Is it something with Executive Han?’
As I mulled whether to dig deeper, someone grabbed my shoulder from behind.
“Well, well, look who it is.”
That familiar sweet citrus scent hit me, and I turned to see Min Jiheon, dark circles dragging down to his chin from filming.
“Glad to see you looking healthy.”
“.......”
I stared at his shameless ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) face for a moment, then grabbed his arm and yanked him into the corner.
“Gah!”
I pressed his nape down, making him stumble like paper, and hissed between my teeth.
“Want to die?”
“Aaagh! What the hell, why again?!”
Why again?
“You let us use your house, sure, but instead of ‘long time no see, how’ve you been,’ you go straight to this?”
I decided to kindly remind the convict of his crime.
“You dared to leak our member’s location?”
Kang Ichae had gone quiet lately, but that didn’t erase Min Jiheon’s fault.
“Ah... ha, well... maybe?”
“You trying to screw me on purpose—”
As if recalling, he waved his hands frantically.
“What?! Never! Why would I bother making such a mess for fun? And you threatened me first, told me to hand over the house, remember? Like hell I expected to get threatened again by one of your members—”
“What did he even say to you.”
“...He was scary....”
Jiheon avoided my eyes, reluctant to go into detail.
“...Felt like we were opposites.”
I looked down at the guy muttering about being scared of someone seven years younger. Pathetic. He must’ve felt cornered, because he babbled excuses.
“You act like you’re not scared of him, but I know you’re careful too!”
True. Sometimes he was a pain in the ass.
“So what.”
Not that I felt like sympathizing.
“No, I mean, just saying.... Oh, right, you released an album recently, didn’t you? Still promoting? You look fine at least.”
He quickly changed the subject, gauging my mood.
“People say your group’s momentum is crazy this year, that you might even win Daesang.”
“We will.”
He stopped rambling, covered his mouth with his palm, then asked:
“...But really, is winning awards that important?”
Maybe because he loved acting itself and saw trophies as just byproducts, Jiheon looked like he honestly didn’t get it.
“...Well, being loved by many is good. Anyway, Jiheon, you’d cheer for us, right—”
“Hyung.”
That moment, Kang Ichae, who I thought had gone to the café with the others, appeared.
He held a coffee topped with whipped cream and drowning in caramel syrup, his face clearly annoyed.
“Ah....”
Jiheon sighed, stepping back behind me. But since Ichae bowed first, he had no choice but to greet him too, with an awkward smile.
“...Kang Ichae, long time no see.”
“Yes.”
“Um, you must like sweet coffee. I like it too.”
“Not mine, sunbaenim.”
“Oh, uh... yeah....”
Even though he kept speaking politely, the insolence radiating off Ichae shut Jiheon right up. Watching him squirm stiffly, I thought maybe his excuse about being scared wasn’t entirely a lie.
Seeing Ichae’s sharp gaze, I decided to cut it short before it got annoying.
“Go on, I’ll contact you later.”
“Mm.”
Jiheon clenched a little fist and whispered a tiny “fighting” before leaving.
‘Get lost already.’
Only after he disappeared around the corner did I turn back to Ichae.
“...Where are the others?”
“They went to the practice room. I came to find you since you weren’t showing up.”
“I see.”
“But hyung, don’t you dislike that guy?”
Instead of answering, I sucked down the coffee he’d handed me.
“He’s a slave.”
I called him by another name. Ichae’s long red brows twitched.
“...This has three pumps of chocolate syrup, right?”
“What?”
“Tastes like two and a half.”
“.......”
The long sigh on his face basically said: just drink what you’re given.
