Ch.96096 – Those Who Bow to Idols 3

# 096 – Those Who Bow to Idols # 3

Yang Ju-hui was a fan of the idol group Dorangmul Girlz.

Among idol groups full of sophisticated girl crush concepts, Dorangmul Girlz was a rare group that competed with cute charm. The youngest member, Kwon Su-a, was the core of Dorangmul Girlz and the center of their popularity.

Yang Ju-hui liked Kwon Su-a too, and after learning they were the same age, she felt somewhat envious and admiring. However, when she actually met Kwon Su-a, Yang Ju-hui didn’t feel particularly happy. For some reason, she felt more uncomfortable.

“I didn’t think about women’s clothes, so you’ll have to wear what I prepared for now. I’m not sure if they’ll fit… Wow, you’re so slender. Do you exercise or something?”

In the room being used as a changing room, Kwon Su-a spoke to Yang Ju-hui as they changed clothes.

“What do you usually eat? Even my unnies can’t manage their weight that well…”

Glance-

Kwon Su-a looked at Yang Ju-hui with envy.

Yang Ju-hui, who had been running diligently around the track for weeks, had a balanced physique closer to that of an athlete or model than an idol.

In contrast, Kwon Su-a could be described as heavier compared to Yang Ju-hui. This was particularly true in the chest area, which was somewhat of a complex for Kwon Su-a.

She always felt men’s gazes inevitably drawn there. It was a good weapon as an idol, but Kwon Su-a was still quite shy about it.

The two changed into appropriate clothes. When an awkward silence fell, Kwon Su-a was the first to break it.

“I’m sorry about earlier. For the high-five… Ha Yeong-won is your boyfriend, right?”

“Huh?”

Yang Ju-hui unconsciously made a funny sound. Then she realized that idol Kwon Su-a was making a very strange misunderstanding.

“No, he and I aren’t dating. We’re just friends.”

“Really? Can a man and woman who aren’t cousins really be friends?”

The innocent look in the idol’s eyes.

Yang Ju-hui felt as if this innocent question had a sharp barb hidden in it. As she wondered how to answer, Kwon Su-a sighed with relief.

“That’s a relief. I thought I’d caused trouble between you two… I see. So you two aren’t dating… Then does Yeong-won have a girlfriend?”

“I don’t think so.”

Yang Ju-hui answered curtly with slightly narrowed eyes.

Even though she was finally seeing the idol she had wanted to meet so badly, Yang Ju-hui was starting to understand why she felt so displeased. But the reason was so ridiculous and embarrassing even to herself that she was trying to ignore it when Kwon Su-a spoke first.

“Then would it be okay if I confessed to him?”

“…What?”

She couldn’t help but frown. Soon, Kwon Su-a added an explanation, rambling as if making excuses.

“I, I’ve never been good at talking to others. But at some point I felt it was unfair, so I decided to do whatever I wanted from now on. That’s why I became an idol too…”

Kwon Su-a had seen someone who could share her perspective for the first time.

This fluttering feeling was a first for her, and she had never felt such excitement even when the famous main vocalist of a popular male idol group had confessed, “Will you go out with me?”

I’m not alone in this world-

A male student who could empathize with the loneliness that filled Kwon Su-a’s heart.

Kwon Su-a could feel a hot flame beginning to burn in her heart.

However, Yang Ju-hui couldn’t understand.

‘A confession after meeting for just one day? What kind of girl is this?’

For Yang Ju-hui, romance was something that could only begin shyly after knowing a lot about each other and finding compatible aspects. To Yang Ju-hui, Kwon Su-a’s behavior was completely incomprehensible.

“Don’t idols have to stop their activities if they date?”

“That’s fine. Our group is disbanding after this album anyway…”

“Huh…!? Disbanding?”

“Our leader, unnie Sarang, is pregnant. Her belly will start showing soon, so it’s impossible to continue activities. She says she wants to give birth secretly and continue being an idol, but honestly, that’s ridiculous…”

Yang Ju-hui felt dizzy for various reasons. This was entertainment industry gossip she didn’t particularly want to know. She also felt like the idol image she had in her mind was cracking and breaking apart.

“So what do you think? If I confess… could I succeed?”

Kwon Su-a was somewhat aware that she was pretty and attractive. That’s why she was an idol, thoroughly commercializing and selling herself.

She had received countless confessions. Among them were world-famous men like the vocal of an idol group. But despite that, she lacked confidence.

Glance-

Kwon Su-a looked at Yang Ju-hui, the woman in front of her.

From ankle to head.

Like entertainment industry planners evaluating trainees at an audition.

Even to Kwon Su-a, who had seen many women in the entertainment industry, Yang Ju-hui was sufficiently pretty. She must have received casting offers quite frequently while walking down the street. But beyond just having a pretty appearance, Yang Ju-hui had a certain hard-to-explain aura.

And men typically fell madly for women like her.

Yet she and Ha Yeong-won were just friends, she said.

‘It’s strange they’re not dating.’

This meant that the ghost-seeing male student Ha Yeong-won’s view of women was likely very different from that of ordinary men, and that Kwon Su-a, with her conventional beauty, might also be rejected if she confessed.

From the beginning, Kwon Su-a had never been interested in other men.

An idol who sang about love but was a complete novice when it came to romance.

She had now become a girl in love.

“What kind of woman does Yeong-won like? His ideal type?”

Wanting to confess in a state where she could score as high as possible – that was Kwon Su-a’s thought when she asked Yang Ju-hui.

However, Yang Ju-hui was experiencing great confusion.

Ha Yeong-won’s type of woman?

Yang Ju-hui had never thought about such a thing.

‘Well, doesn’t that bastard just like all women?’

Yang Ju-hui had often seen Ha Yeong-won’s gaze busily moving between various women.

Ha Yeong-won didn’t particularly have a type; he just liked all women.

At least, that’s what Yang Ju-hui thought.

And that meant that if Kwon Su-a confessed to Ha Yeong-won, the woman-loving Ha Yeong-won would not reject her.

Even if Yang Ju-hui herself were a man, she would have done the same.

Yang Ju-hui became extremely annoyed.

And she was also annoyed at the fact that she was getting annoyed over something like this.

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Wearing the robe made me look like I belonged in a historical drama.

I looked like I was cosplaying as a Taoist priest.

It actually was cosplay.

My face floated awkwardly above the ill-fitting attire.

When I put on the dried squid mask, my appearance became even more bizarre.

“From today, I am Park Su Oh Yeong-won, who serves the Squid Acolyte.”

My concept was that of a bachelor shaman.

Since there were virgin bodhisattvas, it wouldn’t be strange to have bachelor shamans too.

I was worried about what to do if other shamans recognized me as a fake, so I watched several shaman videos on MeTube.

There were quite a few MeTube videos with the concept of “can shamans recognize other shamans,” and the conclusion was that they couldn’t recognize each other either.

“Why aren’t they coming out?”

I checked my watch while waiting for Yang Ju-hui and Kwon Su-a.

It was already 7 PM.

Since the opening ritual for the sluice gate was supposed to start at night, shouldn’t we be leaving soon?

The women were clearly putting more effort and care into their preparations.

Suddenly, I found myself imagining the scene of women changing clothes.

It was a very interesting imagination.

Especially Kwon Su-a, whom I saw in person today, had quite an impressive presence.

I wondered what kind of man a girl like her would date.

Since she’s a celebrity, would she secretly date another celebrity? I’ve heard that the entertainment industry is actually a jungle worse than Africa.

Well, if you gather young and beautiful men and women in their prime at a broadcasting station, it would be stranger if they didn’t hit it off. Anyway, while I was thinking about this, Kwon Su-a came out.

Kwon Su-a didn’t look much different, but Yang Ju-hui looked quite bizarre.

“Wow, I barely recognize you.”

Yang Ju-hui was wearing red pants that were wide like a skirt, with a white top that resembled a jeogori.

The top was also loose like the pants.

It wasn’t the kind of clothes Korean shamans would wear, and it had a strong Japanese influence.

As I was slightly impressed by the outfit, which was more suited for a miko than a mudang, Kwon Su-a spoke.

“These are clothes I wore for a game photoshoot before… this was the only thing that would fit Ju-hui. It’s not strange, right?”

It wasn’t strange.

It actually suited her well.

“Wow, Yang Ju-hui, you look like a local. Do you have Japanese ancestors by any chance?”

“What are you saying? Stop talking nonsense.”

“Yeong-won, you tied the knot wrong.”

Swish-

At that moment, Kwon Su-a reached out to me and fixed the knot on my robe.

If there were newlyweds where the wife fixes her husband’s tie before work, it would feel like this—I felt oddly shy.

With that feeling, we got into a black van that had arrived in front of the officetel.

The driver asked.

“Su-a. Who are these people?”

“Um… Manager. These people are… very skilled? Shamans I know. After hearing about my brother’s condition, they said they would help with today’s ritual… They’re really skilled shamans, you know? I barely managed to bring them here.”

The driver in a suit looked at my squid mask.

It was clearly a suspicious look.

“…I don’t think these people were on the list I compiled. Where are you from, sir?”

“I am Bachelor Shaman Oh Park-sa. I am a person who wanders around without a fixed abode, and I came because I heard that the water gate would be opened in this Gaeryong. Did you know that this Gaeryong was built on a water vein?”

I deliberately imitated the shamans and strange mediums I had met.

They always talked about water veins.

The manager nodded as if thinking, “I see.”

“Let’s go now since we’re late. The chairman will perform the cleansing ritual as a representative, and then we’ll all recite the mantras of the Buddhist scripture together. There must be no mistakes in the entire process.”