The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

still many unsolved mysteries.
How did Min Jiheon show me my traffic accident when he obviously knew nothing? Why did the system window have an error? And—

Someone tapped my shoulder just as I was about to get lost in my chain of thoughts.

“Hey, Seo Hoyun.”

“…Ah.”

It was Lim Hyeonsu, who stood with her hands in her pockets, leaning slightly forward.
Excluding me, who was spacing out, the members were already standing up and greeting Hyeonsu.

“Why didn’t you hear me talking when you were thinking so hard?”

“I was cursing the composer.”

“You little shit, really….”

As she shrugged her shoulders, trying to leave, Hyeonsu grabbed me.

“Wait a minute.
I have something to talk about.”

“Yes? Um, yes.”

“Composer Cheongbeom! Thank you again for today~!”

“Thank you!”

“Yeah, go on in.”

The other members quickly greeted her and left, leaving me there awkwardly.
Watching them go, I wished she had at least given me some snacks to recharge while I waited.

Sitting quietly on the sofa, Hyeonsu seemed to be waiting for the members to leave.
She then sat down heavily in a chair and took out a cigarette again.

“Really, aren’t you a little too impatient? Couldn’t you hold it in for a moment?”

“Fuck, give me a break….Life is so annoying, and I need to smoke.”

“…”

I stared at her blankly.
Hyeonsu put down the lighter, exhaled the smoke, and looked up at the ceiling.

“Kang Ichae, I’m really….”

“…”

“Really, really, really envious.”

It was almost like talking to herself.
It seemed like she was trying to hold it in, but the words came out forced.

As I was about to frown slightly, Hyeonsu flicked the ash off and turned her gaze to me.

“Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to talk about.
I just wanted to chat.”

“Why?”

“…You look a little sensitive.”

“Me…?”

No, I was now… in a somewhat recovered state.
I raised my eyebrows.
Hyeonsu looked at me as she slowly narrowed her eyes.

“You looked sensitive since the beginning, but today, even more so.”

“…”

“What’s the matter?”

So perceptive.

I sighed and slid down on the sofa as if lying down.
What should I say here?

I have a slightly crazy sunbae at the same company, and they showed me my trauma?

…Instead of saying that, I looked up and down at Hyeonsu.
Hyeonsu seemed startled.

“I…”

“…”

“I quit smoking, remember?”

“Ah, shit.
I totally get it.
Okay.”

Hyeonsu, a heavy smoker, nodded her head crazily.
Seeing Hyeonsu stubbornly puff on a cigarette even in front of someone who found quitting hard, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Covering my mouth and squinting my eyes, Hyeonsu clicked her tongue and shook her head.

“Don’t laugh like that; I might fall for you.”

“I guess you already have.”

“No, seriously, could you quit? I’m over it.”

Why? I wanted to see it for a long time.

Hyeonsu took another puff, put out her cigarette, and was about to grab another from the pack when her phone rang with a vibration.

“Huh?”

Thinking it was time for me to leave and escape this raccoon’s den, Hyeonsu murmured as she looked at the caller ID.

“It’s Heeyeon.”

“…???”

“Heeyeon? What’s up with her?”

“And she’s texting too.”

What kind of nonsense was this?

Without even looking at me, Hyeonsu had already taken out a new cigarette, put it in her mouth, and was typing a reply with an awkward nod.

“… PD Kim Heeyeon?”

“Yup.
We’ve been getting close lately.
We met at a drinking party last time.
She’s quite a drinker…”

As soon as she closed her mouth, Hyeonsu snickered.
Noticing the suspicious look in my eyes, she glanced over and made a confused face.

“…Why are you mad?”

“I’m not mad, okay?”

What reason did I have to be mad?

But Hyeonsu continued to scrutinize me with her eyes narrowed, misunderstanding my intentions.
She snapped her fingers.

“Why? Do you want to swear??”

“…”

“Damn, you’re like a ghost.
Yeah, you’re right.
All we do is talk behind your back when we meet.”

For a moment, I felt dizzy and leaned on my forehead.

I really wanted to stop hearing about that now.
Why couldn’t I just block their numbers since I was such a loser…

Of course, Hyeonsu didn’t know about my situation and rambled.

“Sorry, but I can’t include you~.
I’ve been really close with Heeyeon lately.
Have you heard? Best Friend?! B.F.F! Our relationship isn’t something a loser like you can easily join… Even Joo Woosung looked like he was being threatened by you last time.
I’m thinking of forming a trio with him.”

“Shit…”

“If you know anyone else being threatened by you, let me know.
We’re recruiting new members.”

Hyeonsu chuckled and gestured for me to leave.
I was going to go anyway!

I got up abruptly, glared at Hyeonsu, and left.
Until I closed the door, Hyeonsu kept giggling at her phone.
It was really annoying.

“Hyung! Over here, over here!”

“Oh, perfect timing.
Drink this!”

As soon as I walked out, Dajun waved his hand frantically with snacks tucked under his arm.
Next to him, Jiwon handed me a Java Chip Frappuccino.

“Java Chip with caramel drizzle, mocha syrup, and espresso whipped cream.
I thought you’d want something sweet today.”

I was glad my members had some sense.

“Thanks.”

I took the drink and slurped it down.
As the sugar kicked in, my irritation subsided, and I became a little more composed.
Jiwon blinked and cautiously asked.

“…But Hoyun.”

“What?”

“Why are you so annoyed?”

“I’m not annoyed, okay??”

***

Seo Hoyun had already messed up (on top of other mistakes) to the point of no return… but she still worked hard.
Thanks to that, another video was quickly uploaded to The Dawn’s YouTube channel.

[The Dawn? Will you go to prom with me? (Teaser)]

The teaser suddenly appeared without any notice or even dropping a hint on V-Live.
As soon as Noeul’s fans clicked on the 20-second video, a series of highlights unfolded.

“?♪?♪”

The video began with Dajun picking up a letter in front of a cabinet.

Kim Seonghyeon shooting a basketball, Seong Jiwon picking out roses in front of a flower shop, and Kang Ichae leaning on an old motorbike while chewing gum appeared in succession.

The monotonous and refreshing beat changed into upbeat 1980s American-style music at some point while maintaining a trendy, sophisticated rhythm.
Ichae indeed possessed a talent that could make Hyeonsu jealous.

Lastly, under the purple lights, Seo Hoyun appeared, grabbing a standing microphone and smiling with a band consisting of drums, bass, guitar, and piano.

“Yes, I’m asking you!”

The purple light shone brilliantly on his delicate, rich hair, and his slightly raised eyes seemed to fold playfully.

He turned towards his youthful love as if slightly embarrassed and a little scared.

“Will You Go to Prom with Me?”

The short highlights played, and the song’s title was stamped on the black screen.

It was a fan song.