episode_0025
by admin
#25
members enter our waiting room.
Hair dyed flamboyantly in blonde and various other colors. Tanned skin. Sloppy outfits dripping with gold chains. One of them even had piercings on his lips or around his eyes.
It was the kind of appearance that screamed, “Yeah, I’m a punk,” to anyone who looked at them.
You’d think they’d go, “*Woo-hoo~! Sunbaenims, y’all are so fuckin’ hot~!*”
…But surprisingly.
“One, two, three. We are ! sunbaenims, nice to meet you!”
Unexpectedly, they lined up neatly and bowed politely.
Seems like the rumors about their concept being completely different from their actual personalities are true.
Still, doesn’t make them any less annoying to look at.
“Ahaha~ Nice to meet you~.”
We greeted them with business smiles, waving casually.
Regardless of whether we like them or not, boy groups entering girl group waiting rooms shouldn’t act too friendly. It could cause controversy among fans.
Knowing full well we needed to be cautious, the girls interacted with with just the right amount of distance—like sunbaens encouraging hoobaes.
All except one.
“Woah! For real? ?! No way!”
Seah jumped around excitedly, even calling out each member’s name one by one.
“Oh! That’s right.”
“Thank you, sunbaenim!”
“We’re honored you remember us!”
The members responded with polite gratitude. Their leader even stepped forward and bowed to Seah.
He’s two years older than Seah, making him the same age as Eunchae.
“Thank you so much for remembering us, Seah sunbaenim! We’ll work hard from now on!”
“Ehehe~ Let’s do our best together~!”
Then, naturally, a handshake… happened.
Seah’s face was completely lit up.
Honestly, “*working hard*” isn’t something *we* should be preaching.
If was a hit with 570K first-week sales, these guys are on a whole different level since they’re a boy group.
‘s latest album sold over *2 million* in the first week.
We… Let’s just not talk about it.
“I listened to all the songs from your new album~! And I never miss your live streams~!”
Like a fan attending a fanmeet, Seah even pulled out photos she had saved and gushed over them.
“Wow, really?”
“It’s an honor that sunbaenim knows us!”
At least it seemed like they were just keeping it professional on their end.
Still unsettling, though.
Harin didn’t look pleased either and muttered under her breath.
“Manager-nim.”
“Yeah?”
“Shouldn’t… we do something about that?”
“Let her be for now. It’s not like there’s anyone watching here.”
If this were in front of fans, we’d have stepped in immediately. But thankfully, the waiting room only had staff.
“Let’s take a picture~ A picture!”
Seah turned on her phone’s selfie mode and started snapping photos surrounded by members.
Seah in the middle.
Seven punk-faced guys around her.
That’s… kinda dangerous. If she posts that on SNS…
I’ll have to warn her later.
“That was ! Thank you!”
After a few more exchanges centered around Seah, left behind their signed albums and exited to another waiting room.
Seah hugged the album and rolled around on the couch.
“Seah-yah.”
“Yeah! Oppa!”
“Hold on. Let’s talk.”
“What is it?”
She brought the album with her as she walked over to me.
“You like ?”
“Yeah! I’m officially a fan now. Haven’t you seen their SNS? Ever since that one meme blew up, hundreds of thousands of new fans jumped in.”
“No, I know that, but… sigh… You’re an idol. You gotta keep some distance…”
“It’s fine~ I know my boundaries. Taking pics and getting autographs are harmless.”
Hearing it like that, it almost sounds like no big deal.
It’s not like they exchanged personal contacts or anything…
“Just don’t post those pictures online.”
“Obviously! These are for my personal collection. Why would I share something this precious?”
“Urgh… Alright, whatever. As long as you understand.”
I gave the warning… but did she really get it?
She *better* have.
I’ll have to keep an eye on her for a while.
“Pretty soon, you guys should go greet the staff too… Where’s Eunchae?”
I turned around—only three members were left.
Harin answered while organizing the albums.
“Eunchae said she’s going to the restroom.”
“……Restroom?”
*
I didn’t go looking for Eunchae on purpose.
The broadcasting station had plenty of restrooms. Besides, it’s not like I could barge into the women’s one.
Still, something about this felt off… But maybe she really just went to the restroom.
Just in case, I lingered around the hallway near the restrooms.
“…….”
Damn it.
I should probably use the restroom too.
Been running around since dawn and haven’t had the chance.
I headed to the most secluded one, the kind no one would bother checking.
It was run-down. Poorly maintained, with signs of not being cleaned properly.
I stepped in cautiously—nothing. No signs of anyone.
Well, who’d come *here*?
“…….”
Psshhhh.
Finished up, washed my hands at the sink.
The mirror reflected the row of toilet stalls behind me.
One was locked.
……Someone’s in there?
I ignored it and moved to leave…
“Guess they’re gone.”
A voice came from that locked stall.
I didn’t stop walking. Stopping would’ve made it weirder.
Didn’t stop—just walked straight out.
……Hopefully, I misheard.
It was a woman’s voice.
I checked the sign again.
The letters “MEN” and a silhouette of a man. I didn’t go to the wrong place.
And yet, a woman’s voice.
No, more than that—
It was a voice *way* too familiar to my ears.
No way…
No way, right?
I silently slid off my shoes.
Socked feet made no sound.
Carefully, I stepped back into the restroom.
“…Fine. Now. Hands off?”
A hushed, whispering voice.
Clearly trying to stay quiet, but I was way too close.
I crept in, slipping into the stall right next to them.
Didn’t close the door—too scared the noise would give me away.
“…Why’d you even come here? Are you insane?”
“…….”
No doubt.
Eunchae’s voice.
Why is Eunchae’s whispering voice coming from the *men’s* restroom? The reason…
There’s one *disgustingly* obvious possibility.
‘Venus’
So they really tracked her down here.
What the hell do they even…
“You came to check if we’re keeping the contract? …You *could’ve* just waited for the performance later. We haven’t even changed outfits yet… …No. Wait. We *did* bring them. Yeah, we did.”
The man’s voice was barely audible.
He *was* saying something, but too quiet to make out.
No way to tell if it was Burujang or Baek Pansu. Or both.
“…Show you? *Here*? …Freaking pervert. …Fine. Who’d say no to you?”
*Click. Zzzzip.*
Buttons undone. Zipper pulled down.
From what I remember, Eunchae was wearing jeans earlier.
“*You’re* the one who told me to come here. To the *men’s* bathroom. And now you’re—making me… show you…”
I couldn’t fully grasp the situation, but one thing was certain:
Eunchae had unzipped her pants.
And was now having her underwear inspected.
“…We done? So… Wait—why’re you trying to pull them down? You *checked*. I’m wearing what you gave me, alright?”
“……….”
The man still wasn’t audible.
Just how close was he to Eunchae?!
“…What? The other members? …You *crazy*? How am I supposed to verify that? …I told them all to wear them this morning. Yeah. …No, no photos. What the hell? How would I even take those?”
“……….”
“The others don’t matter… Your disgusting tastes… ……I… That time—I just *acted* for you guys. Who’d actually *like* this crap? You seriously believed that? No wonder you’re a fucking loser.”
“…….”
“I *never* liked it. I *pretended*. Annoying as hell. This is why I hate humoring losers like you… ……Watch your mouth? I’m always like this. Even with the manager.”
……That’s true.
“I did everything in the contract. *Done*. Right? No reason to see you anymore. …Today? …Fine. If *you* wanted confirmation, then sure. That’s part of the deal. *Only* up to here. So—I’m done now, right? Huh? What? Check the top too?”
“…….”
“Ugh… Seriously? That’s *it*.”
*Rustle.*
*Shhk. Rustle.*
The sound of Eunchae’s sweater shifting.
*Shhk.*
“…Happy? You wanted the full set. Bottom was already checked. …Size fits, right? You don’t *need* to—…You just wanna touch, don’t you?”
*What the fuck*. Hold on. Wait.
Don’t tell me this bastard came all the way here just to grope Eunchae—
“Piss off. *Done*. I showed you—that’s it. Why should I care now? You—nngh—with those gross hands? I’ve got a shoot later. Expect me to go out there with my breasts messed up? Psycho.”
Good. That’s it.
Eunchae snapped back sharply.
No matter how much they threaten her, there’s no reason to comply—not on a day this important—
“I—nngh! I’m not *hard*… ……Nipples? Why’re you touching?! I *said* no. Fucking—ah—nngh… …Hah…”
Huh…?
Eunchae’s voice was getting weird again.
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