Save a Failed Idol’s Life - Chapter 79
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Translator: MarcTempest
Editor: NicoleTempest
Chapter 79 I Got a Fan Page
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ONELAST/유일 @my_one_last
[OPEN]
[My ONE, the brightest star in the world
#Climax #성원 #Seong-won
210924 NBS Star Discovery
(Photo)]
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What Yi-jun showed me was a fan account that seemed to have just been created. I looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“What is this?”
Seong-won opened his eyes and got up to look at the screen closely.
“You got a fan page!”
Fan page. I knew what kind of account it was, usually called a fansite.
It’s… a place where they post photos and stuff, right? I heard they also organize support and birthday events, but I never visited one, so I didn’t know exactly.
“Wow… I’ve been active for five years and I’ve never had a fan page, only some random photographers. Finally, I got one.”
Yi-jun exclaimed and took his phone back. Seong-won slowly closed and opened his eyes, then pinched and stretched his cheek.
“Do you like it? You must be happy.”
Yi-jun chuckled and gave Seong-won a noogie.
What the hell was he doing?
Even though it was a situation that would make anyone furious, Seong-won just stared blankly at the halogen light on the ceiling, squinting his eyes from the glare.
“I can’t believe it.”
It was understandable.
He thought he would be soon forgotten, just like his previous activities, even if he got some attention for his skills.
He was happy enough to be able to sing in front of so many people today, through a variety show that had over 10% ratings.
He didn’t even hope for the win, and he was grateful for the fact that he could sing all three songs he prepared.
I wasn’t sorry about the injury at all, because it was more troublesome for the one who inflicted it. It would be a lie to say that I never coveted the winner’s title.
But really, I was happy with the way things were now.
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The moment when Yi-jun, under the stage, reached out his fist to me. Would Ise hyung believe me if I said that I only saw someone else?
For that very brief moment, he looked like the savior who changed my life.
‘I can’t say it even if my mouth is torn.’
Seong-won shook his head. His heart was still pounding as if he was standing on the stage.
As he closed his eyes, he remembered that moment when the stage lights shone so brightly that they seemed to burn the whole world.
The photo on the main page of his fan account also captured that moment.
He lifted his head and pushed back his shoulder-length blond hair with his free hand, not holding the microphone.
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Meanwhile, the appearance of Seong-won’s fan page caused a stir in the Floss fandom.
One of the fan pages of Yu-geon, who was expected to upload an update today, had gone silent.
They had posted a proof of attending the talk show, but why was there no preview yet?
As everyone was waiting in curiosity, someone brought a newly created fan page from the talk show forum.
[Isn’t this Yeongjin? @my_one_last]
No way. Yeongjin went to the salon to get his hair done today, just in case he made eye contact with Yu-geon.
As soon as everyone clicked on his account, they couldn’t help but curse and sigh at the same time.
This editing, this angle, this filter. Anyone could tell it was Yeongjin.
The camera screen he uploaded was also the UI of the device he often used, just like the preview.
How arrogant was he that even the home master switched to his program after attending the live broadcast? Everyone clicked on the photo that ‘ONELAST’ posted, grinding their teeth.
‘Damn it… he’s so freaking hot.’
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But he was a doll that shattered anyone’s preferences.
Of course, he was just one of the hundreds of homes that Yu-geon had switched to.
Yu-geon still had a fandom of a million strong. He didn’t care if one fan moved on.
Everyone thought so, but they couldn’t help feeling a sense of crisis.
What are those bastards saying?
They’re just jealous haters. I wish I could just blast them on my public account right now.
[- Honestly, it’s time for the migratory birds to leaveㅎㅎ Once those wannabes are gone, the real fans can enjoy their fandom more comfortably.]
But I have 1st tier fandom pride, I can’t ever do that. Women always do their fandom with pride.
I knew our kids were good at searching, but posting something like that on a public account was practically delivering it to them.
To make matters worse, one of the top fans of Yu-geon had allegedly switched sides, and a group chat rumor manipulation case had also exploded.
Our fandom image was doomed. We had to keep quiet for now.
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I wished everyone would just shut up and ignore this painful situation.
Yu-geon’s fans clenched their phones as they watched this unfold.
But sadly, being a fan was fundamentally a group activity, and not everyone would follow what I wanted.
[- If you’re going to switch, then don’t buy a ticket or something]
[Who switched to someone else?]
[Go ahead and tell us.]
[Wow… I really liked him/herㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ]
[Can you please tell me who it is tooㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ]
[I’m sorry but can you also tell me in a direct messageㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ]
You blockheads.
I knew it was Yu-geon who caused this fiery situation.
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Yu-geon collapsed on the sofa as soon as he arrived at his studio apartment, after finishing the filming of ‘Star Discovery’.
He felt no strength in his body.
He thought he would get out of this mess easily, since he had the backing of the Cheon Soo Group and he was good at using his brain in various ways.
‘I didn’t know they would screw me over like this. Of course, it was these idiots who caused it, so I have nothing to say.’
‘I couldn’t help feeling dry lips and a burning throat. I barely removed the stage makeup and became bare-faced, but I had to leave for the next schedule in three hours.’
‘My head hurts.’
‘My left knee was throbbing from standing nervously all day. I had to pull myself together and perform a powerful and intense choreography on stage in five hours.’
‘If I showed any sign of weakness in my dance, I would be showered with mockery.’
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[- Look at him, he’s lost his spirit now that he’s not a rookie anymoreㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ]
[- Why are the other members trying to eat me alive these days? I need to bring ○○ and show them who’s the boss.]
He didn’t care that he only slept for three hours out of his 24-hour day.
Yu-geon grabbed the pill bottle that was lying on the table and poured some into his mouth.
He couldn’t breathe. He had to get some sleep if he wanted to live. His body fell heavily on the bed and his eyelids closed.
When he was asleep, he could escape from the manipulations, rumors, and fandom wars.
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The live broadcast was a huge hit.
The next day, he heard from his manager about opening a Y app account.
When they came back to the dorm and collapsed after the broadcast, they only said things like wow, we have a home master now.
The album release was still more than two weeks away, and now that the comeback was counting down, they had to work harder on the choreography.
He was thinking that he would do his best with the energy he gained.
“Everyone, wash up and come listen to the explanation.”
Yi-jun complained about the morning breeze that came to the dorm and gathered the members.
“Ugh, I’m sleepy…”
“Snap out of it and go wash your face with cold water.”
Kyunghwa dragged the sleepy Yi-jun to the sink. He turned the faucet to the coldest side and splashed cold water on his face. Yi-jun flapped like a freshly caught fish.
“Ow, it’s cold!”
“Dry yourself off if you’re awake.”
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Kyunghwaa threw a towel from the rack at Yi-jun’s face.
I glanced at Seong-won and Seon-woo’s faces. Seong-won looked fine, even though he sang so loudly yesterday. I wondered if his vocal cords were okay.
Seon-woo, who only cheered for me during my hospital visit yesterday, blinked with a crust on his left eyelash.
I pointed at Seon-woo’s left eye and said.
“Get rid of that crust. It’s gross.”
Huh? He made a surprised sound and rubbed off the crust. As I watched him, I felt Seong-won’s gaze from behind.
“What, why.”
I asked him bluntly. Seong-won looked at me with a rude expression and said.
“Do you have any awareness that you’re favoring him?”
“What are you talking about, that’s nonsense.”
I had no idea what he meant by favoring.
“Come on, stop talking nonsense. Give me your phones.”
I handed him my phone without hesitation. It was an Android phone that I switched to after taking out the SIM card from the phone that Cheon Ise used. It was too uncomfortable to use.
“Huh? When did you change to this?”
YI-jun looked at my phone with curiosity. I couldn’t tell him that I couldn’t stand using an iPhone.
“Just, Android is more convenient.”
“You used to say you can’t use anything but an iPhone.”
They must think we’re not like the kids these days. Except for me and Seon-woo, the other three had iPhones.
“Go to the app store and search for Y Live.”
I found the app that appeared at the top and pressed the install button. I had a vague idea of what it was.
Every time we searched, the fans would scream when we would open Y Live.
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I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like a measure of the idols’ popularity. The live we used until now was done through the official SNS.
That’s why the authority to start the live show was limited to a specific device.
We couldn’t turn it on whenever we wanted, and the app wasn’t for live only, so the features were limited.
“When you’re done installing, go to the artist login.”
There was a separate tab for ‘artist login’ under various social logins. When I clicked on the tab, a window popped up asking me to enter the company code, personal code, and password.
“I brought the company code and personal code here, so enter your password with the last digits of your social security number and log in.”
What was the last digit of Cheon Ise’s social security number?
I fumbled with the code and typed in the password with a vague memory.
I doubted my memory and pressed the login button.
Fortunately, the number I remembered was correct.
[Welcome, Ise.]
“Wow.”
As soon as I logged in, the tutorial steps for each member came up.
From profile setting to live practice.
They all looked at their phones as if they were sticking their noses in them and tried various things.
“This is something you can use on your own channel without asking me for permission. When you start the live, you can choose whether to open it as ‘individual’ or ‘group’, so don’t get confused.”
“Oh, then we can turn it on without contacting you?”
Yi-jun asked with a sparkle in his eyes. I felt a chill down my spine when he asked that.
“Don’t do anything weird.”
Kyunghwa beat me to it and tapped Yi-jun’s lips with his hand.
“Ushhunhunzut eunhgeudeun.”
“What are you saying?”
The manager glanced at Yi-jun as if he was used to him, then spoke to Seong-won.
“That’s all I wanted to tell you today. You have a separate recording schedule tomorrow, so take good care of your throat.”
“Okay.”
Seong-won replied briefly and kept looking at the Y-Live screen.
“Heartbeat also wants to open an account for us, so they’re contacting us. It’ll probably be ready soon.”
The manager got up from the sofa, brushing off his butt as if he knew what he was doing.
‘Finally, it’s here.’
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry.
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