sovbooks Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Chapter 20
You Weren’t Just A Homma, Right?
Grade B Translation: Manually edited MTL. Translated and interpreted as best as I can.
Mixed with some Korean terms. Misinterpretation may occur due to limited comprehensive ability.
Awkward English, bad grammar, and typos may often occur as Translator is not fluent in English and not edited by Editor nor proofed by Proofreader.
At Station K’s year-end stage on the 29th, Awy will broadcast live without a separate pre-recording.
Like the once-a-week music show, they go to work at dawn, do dry rehearsals, and wait indefinitely.
Jo Tae Woong opened the door.
“Ooh. Will we also use places like this when we become seasoned?”
Waiting Room
Awy / MyKit
The broadcasting station also felt sorry for the urgent casting, so they considered having two groups use one waiting room, not the partition waiting room. In the center of the waiting room, the space was separated by a tarpaulin.
“We’re first.”
“Dong Soo hyung! What time do we go out again?”
Members in training suits plopped down on chairs. The chair cushion is hard, so it’s not possible to sit on the chair for a long time.
‘But, it’s my first time hearing MyKit?’
[Debuted about 6 months earlier than you. They get small reactions in Korea, I think? Probably will go to Japan next year?]
‘It’s the same everywhere, going to Japan after promoting a few times.’
[If you work well, you can make money there. They also lived as an underground idol there and touched some money.]
Most Korean idols always go to Japan to promote. This is because they buy a lot of albums, and most fans like a group for a long time.
Seeing that Ian’s agency is also educating them in Japanese from now on, Awy will also promote in Japan next year or the year after.
‘Their personality?’
[Everyone’s just nice. Since idols’ character education is done well these days. Although one guy is a bit wasted...]
‘How do you know their personalities? I guess you used to be their Homma too, huh?’
[Uh?]
Due to Jin’s personality, who wants to show off what it knows, he thought it would get caught if he asked such an unexpected question. Ian looked at Jin with suspicious eyes.
‘You weren’t just a Homma, right?’
[...Ah, I heard it from their Homma. If you’re playing on this floor, you’ll meet and talk to other groups’ Homma too.]
‘But isn’t it coming out so smoothly for that? As if you’ve talked to the singer in person?’
It was Jin who didn’t answer even though Ian asked back. What’s holding you back to hiding your past?
Jin clicked the shutter a few times and disappeared. Where are you running away? Ian tried to call Jin again, but the waiting room door opened faster.
“Uh? You’re here first?”
“Hello, sunbae nim!”
A man with pale yellow hair spoke to them in a friendly way. Awy members stood up quickly and gave a folder greeting1Remember folder phone? It’s a bit of slang referring to quick deep bowing. .
MyKit received the greeting pleasantly despite the awkwardness of being treated as a senior.
“What sunbae, the experience years must be similar anyway.”
At the same time, they didn’t ask to speak comfortably2MyKit uses formal speech here. And usually, people will ask to speak comfortably or with informal speech to be friendly. . When they finished greeting each other, MyKit went into the opposite space like flowing water at the awkward atmosphere unique to the first-time meeting.
The sleep-lacking Ian and the members put the chairs in the corner and spread a mat on the floor to make up for the lack of sleep.
“Guys, get up!”
The members who slept well for 4 hours woke up one by one at the manager’s voice. They folded the mat under the manager’s instructions and set up the chairs and even tables. Then the company staff came in one by one and placed a bulky box in front of each member.
“What is this?”
“Your meal support is here?”
The manager was elated as if he had prepared the meal. On top of the styrofoam box, there was a sticker with their names printed each along with the phrase ‘Congratulations On The First Year-End Stage!’.
“Really?”
“Yeah. They also prepared for the staff separately, so don’t care about us, you guys eat a lot.”
The members opened the styrofoam box almost like tearing it apart. When Ian also opened the box, a postcard with pretty flower decoration and a short phrase along welcomed him first.
‘May there be only flowery paths in your future.’
-Awy Home Master Union.
At the bottom, each Home name was written in small letters. Among them, ‘Iron Heart’ which stood out in Ian’s eyes was the first fan who received his autograph.
“Woah, look at the abalone. I really like abalone.”
And Ian’s high notes, which sounded delicious in-between, made it feel like it was not just a cover song but a new re-creation of the song.
“Thank you!”
While Kim Hyun Sik was staring blankly, their rehearsal ended. Kim Hyun Sik put down the bundle of paper he was holding and clapped.
The Assistant Director next to him was surprised and looked at Kim Hyun Sik. Applause from the kkondae PD who is stingy with compliments?
“Good job, I enjoyed it a lot. Please do the same during the main broadcast, too.”
The faces of the members, who were sweating, turned bright at PD’s compliment. It was worth practicing while reducing sleep.
The PD circled Awy’s names several times as he watched their back descending from the stage.
***
It was ‘excellent in main job’, the philosophy of BHL Ent which Black Rush and the singers before them also go through.
It was their principle to make all singers have an attachment to the stage, so perhaps Awy did not sloppily do rehearsal stage because of that spirit.
“Eugh, it’s hard.”
The members, who had undergone rehearsals like the main broadcast, dangled like laundry on the chairs. It had been a long time since sleep ran away due to the intense choreography.
“How many hours do we have until the last rehearsal?”
“It is 5 hours.”
Park Seo Dam looked at the clock and sighed. They can’t sleep and they don’t have handphones. Even if they leave in the middle, there’s nowhere to go.
“Shall we play a game?”
Park Jin Hyuk got up suddenly. However, there are no board games or trump cards at all to play. In rock-paper-scissors for finger flick5Flicking finger at others forehead. Pretty hurt. No. It’s like dying if you’re flicked by someone with good strength. , only each other’s bloodshed occurs if the desire to win intensifies.
‘That one is good at times like this.’
Ian was thinking while stroking his chin and he made eye contact with Jo Tae Woong on the other side.
‘You too?’
‘Hey, me two.’
They pointed at each other with their fingers and exchanged signs. The period of practicing together was short, but Ian and Jo Tae Woong communicated ideas well with each other.
Just in time, MyKit was also making noise over the tarpaulin. Ian and Jo Tae Woong got up abruptly and shook the tarpaulin gently.
“Excuse me~ Sunbae nims. For a minute.”
“Yeah?”
Ian and Jo Tae Woong peeked out their faces out of the tarpaulin. MyKit also had the same situation as Awy, so they had no handphone in their hand and were just chattering.
“Perhaps if you’re bored...”
“Would you like to play a mafia game together?”
The more people play together, the more fun it is. The eyes of the five MyKit members, who were staring at them blankly, gleamed. They rolled up the tarpaulin in the middle of the waiting room as if they had promised together in advance.
***
“From my point of view, Cheol Min-i is a hundred percent the mafia.”
“Ah no! It’s really not!”
Ian’s eyes became sharp. MyKit’s Kim Cheol Min raised his body halfway and waved his hands. However, some people instigated by Ian turned their thumbs down.
“It can’t be! Let’s shoot!”
“Let’s kill Cheol Min.”
“Are you sure you want to kill Kim Cheol Min ssi?”
Awy’s Park Jin Hyuk, who served as the moderator, spoke resolutely. While everyone nodded, Kim Cheol Min shouted repeatedly that it was not him.
“Kim Cheol Min ssi is dead. He was a citizen.”
“Ah, I definitely said no, right!”
“Seriously not?”
Kim Cheol Min got up and jumped. Everyone who was gathered laughed at the shortest Kim Cheol Min’s flapping. The already dead doctor, Lee Joo Hyuk, put his arm on Kim Cheol Min’s shoulders.
“It is morning. The mafia killed the police overnight. It is a victory for the mafia.”
“Who’s mafia!”
“Hihi, it is us! Pardon!”
“Woah. Isn’t the moderator corrupted! If you use the actors as mafias, we’ll all fall for it!”
“Impeach the moderator! Open a candlelight protest!”
“Photo! I demand the truth from the moderator!”
And it’s been 40 minutes since they played the mafia game. They took off the titles of seniors and juniors and became best friends with each other.