Save a Failed Idol’s Life - Chapter 82
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Translator: MarcTempest
Editor: NicoleTempest
Chapter 82 It Doesn’t Matter Which One, As Long As They’re Cute
As soon as he said that, Seon-woo hid behind Yi-jun, glancing at me nervously as if I was angry.
Even though Yi-jun had the best physique among us… there was no way he could hide him when the height difference was less than 10cm.
“Why are you hiding?”
I asked, frowning at him. Seon-woo cautiously asked me back.
“Are you not mad, hyung?”
Why would I be mad? I tilted my head, not understanding.
“Why would I be mad?”
“Well… you went through all the trouble… to help me lose weight…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m not mad, so just tell me why.”
Seon-woo hesitated and squirmed for a while, until Yi-jun finally spoke up.
“If someone saw this, they would think that Ise hyung was bullying you behind the camera.”
Seon-woo quickly shook his head, denying it.
“Ah, no! That’s not it at all. I just love eating so much… and I also have a round and soft impression… and there are already some fans who gave me the image of… a pig…”
There are fans who gave you the image of a pig? That’s not a fan, that’s an anti!
I glared at him suspiciously, and Seon-woo took out his phone and showed me an image that he seemed to have saved before.
“Look at this! It’s a pig, but it’s so cute, I thought it would be okay if it was like this.”
The image that Seon-woo showed me had a mini pig that was as small as a cat or a dog, next to Seon-woo’s photo.
And next to that was…
[- Boss boss! Why don’t you come to the baby pig country these days? (photo)]
[- (photo)]
It was me, shooting School Kitchen Attack, looking into the oven with my arms crossed and a fierce glare.
Behind me, there was a clever touch.
A food pyramid and a balanced nutrition formula were synthesized in tiny letters.
Considering that I was being sold as a nagging father image, it was a meme that could easily come up among the fans.
“They’re cute. Round and fluffy.”
I reacted as if it was no big deal, and Seon-woo widened his eyes in surprise.
“Really? You’re okay with it?”
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I briefly reminded myself that we were recording right now, and answered.
“Yeah, a baby pig image is not very common, right? I mean… if someone maliciously teased you for being fat, I would oppose it too. But they’re all finding you cute, so it might be unique and good.”
There were too many idols who had already established their identity as dogs.
Rather than joining the red ocean and competing with countless senior dogs, it wasn’t bad to go with a character that no one else used for their PR.
‘As long as you can handle the hate comments when they come… that is.’
Seon-woo was in a perfect state of visuals that no one could ever look down on, no matter where he went.
“But are you okay with it?”
I turned the sheet back to Seon-woo and looked into his eyes.
This guy couldn’t even hide anything, let alone act, so I could tell right away if he wasn’t sincere.
“I… want to do the pig side more. It’s also because the fans gave me that image… and…”
Seon-woo had something he wanted to say, but he couldn’t find the right words, or he was hesitating.
“I want to show that… pigs… can’t be used as insults…!”
AB RH+
[Place of birth]
Wonju
[Hobby]
Watching movies
[Specialty]
Huh? Did I miss something?
Height… No matter how I look at it, he seems at least 3cm shorter than me… I don’t care about his rounded-up height, but…
All the questions below are filled out, but only the specialty is blank.
“You forgot your specialty?”
I asked him with a puzzled look as I lifted my head. Kyunghwa answered with an awkward expression.
“I haven’t filled it out yet.”
“Still?”
It had been more than 20 minutes since he started filling it out. Who has trouble deciding what their specialty is?
I didn’t understand.
“Just write it down. What you’re good at.”
I asked him as if I was curious. Kyunghwa answered.
“Well… Seong-won sings better than me, and I’m not that good at dancing either…”
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“It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. You must have something that you’re better at than others.”
Kyunghwa thought for a while and scribbled something.
[Specialty]
Squidward voice imitation
What is this? I looked down at Kyunghwa with a bewildered expression.
“I’m good at imitating Squidward.”
“What is that?”
“You don’t know? The squid from that animation.”
Kyunghwa cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
“Get out of my front yard and stop flopping around!”
I didn’t know what it was, but it sounded like a real voice actor. Yi-jun’s eyes widened and he laughed hysterically as he gasped for air.
“Wow, you’re crazy. Why didn’t you show me that talent before? Can’t you do anything else? Do some other lines.”
Kyunghwa seemed to like Yi-jun’s enthusiastic reaction and cleared his throat again.
“Go to sleep! Do you know what time it is?”
“Wow, I got goosebumps. It’s exactly the same. I thought Squidward was whining in front of me.”
I didn’t know what it was, but this… Was it funny to the other guys too? Seong-won turned his head and shook his shoulders.
This can’t be edited. Actually, I don’t care about Squidward or whatever, and it was a satisfying situation for Kyunghwa, who got a clip-worthy scene.
“Okay, then write that down.”
I quickly glanced over the things he wrote below.
[Q1. What animal represents me?]
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Deer
[Q2. What emoji do I use the most?]
(The emoji with folded hands for begging)
[Q3. What are you most confident about in this new single?]
Teamwork among the members
It was an answer that suited Kyunghwa well in many ways. To tell the truth… I thought he looked more like a pufferfish than a deer…
But if I had to choose among mammals, a deer wasn’t bad. He had thin and delicate lines overall, and his face was neat and sophisticated.
He looked like the father deer from a classic animation. He seemed to have written that with that in mind.
But I thought he suited a reindeer better than a deer.
Then, the only thing left was… I glanced at Seong-won. He gave me a nudge and a wink.
“Why? Do you want to see mine too?”
Was he reluctant to show me? Or was he wondering why I asked him now? He asked me with an expression that was hard to read.
“Do you not want to show me?”
We were going to reveal everything later anyway, so why bother?
I asked him with a puzzled look.
Seong-won pushed the sheet toward me grumpily.
“I didn’t write anything weird, so look if you want to.”
He never knew how to speak nicely.
I gladly took the sheet he was holding. Kyunghwa seemed curious too, as I felt him peeking over my shoulder.
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[Name]
Son Seong-won
[Age]
22
[Birthday]
December 26th
[Height]
184
[Blood type]
B Rh-
[Birthplace]
Seoul
[Hobby]
Aeongi
[Talent]
Vocal
What kind of hobby is Aeongi? Did you confuse it with something precious? I narrowed my eyes and looked up at Seong-won.
“What’s your hobby?”
“I’m always with Aeongi when I’m not working.”
Aeongi was meowing and crying in the bedroom where I had temporarily made a cat door. I was worried about how he would cope with the stress of moving.
Maybe because this was his hometown, he seemed more comfortable staying here with me than being left alone at home and finding someone to take care of him.
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Sometimes, he would go up to the porch and play and lick with the mother cat and other siblings on the other side of the cat door, as if they knew each other.
“You have to let him go soon, don’t get too attached.”
He is 2.5 months old now. The 3-month mark when I had to send him for adoption was approaching.
“I know that. Hmph.”
Seong-won turned his head with a click and stuck out his tongue. As I scanned the sheet again, looking for anything else unusual, I was surprised by an unexpected notation.
“You’re Rh-?”
“Yeah. It’s not that hard to see, is it?”
Seong-won answered nonchalantly, as if he was used to this reaction.
“Don’t get hurt or sick anywhere.”
I nodded my head without saying anything more.
“I don’t need you to tell me that. I won’t get hurt.”
I ignored Seong-won’s snappy answer as if it was a passive skill and checked the questions below.
[Q1. What animal represents me?]
Female cat
He didn’t even write the last letter, but I could clearly see what he had written and erased.
At this point, it wasn’t an animal that represented me, but just an animal that I liked.
I smiled and read the rest of the profile.
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