Assistant Manager Kim Hates Idols - Chapter 147



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| Episode 147. 4th Contest: Final Announcement (3)

A crisis always comes suddenly.

It was the same during rehearsal. I was tired of the half-assed stage that I could easily do during practice.

It was from that time that the pain grew uncontrollably. If the Spark guys knew, they would have taken me down right before the live broadcast, so I didn’t show it, but I was in a state of confusion the whole time I was waiting backstage before I appeared.

Exactly 3 minutes, what can’t you stand?

And I really did it. I made no mistakes, I looked at the slogans that the fans brought to cheer Spark on, and I finished the last drawing beautifully.

I guess that was my limit. I knew in my head that it was a broadcasting accident, but my body wouldn’t move.

My memory is hazy after that. When I came to, I was in the hospital again.

I opened my eyes as the difficult story came to an end.

“excuse me…….”

“Hey, Yiwol, you’re awake!”

The manager, who had been sitting at the head of the bed, immediately got up.

I took a breath and asked a question.

“Manager, is the royal family finished?”

“Ah, the royal family? They’re probably counting the votes.”

“Then can I watch that broadcast?”

This is a program that has been running until it got to this point, with the intention of somehow making it to the end.

I pretended to be stern and said no, but my manager knew how serious I was about the royal family.

After asking a few more times, I was able to watch the live broadcast on my manager’s cell phone.

A situation where all the contestants are on stage before the ranking announcement.

On the small screen, I could see the Spark guys huddled together.

『Now is the time to put an end to this long history. Right now, we are revealing the rankings that will be included in the Idol Dynasty Chronicles!』

I could hear Yuri’s voice in my ears, but my eyes were focused only on one place.

‘I wonder if the interview went well.’

It wasn’t long before I saw them come out of the operating room, so I was even more worried.

Will those mentally weak guys be able to last until the end on a big stage like a live broadcast?

Will they be able to manage their expressions well enough to avoid controversy when they perform well throughout the program and then plummet in the final vote?

Everyone probably knows in their heads that Parthe will win.

In the past, the number of internet votes for the royal family followed the order of their debut years, and among them, Parte took an overwhelming majority of the votes.

Anyone who has ever watched a survival program or been a viewer would have expected the outcome.

How could the cast members themselves not know that? They must have secretly shared with each other how much support their agencies were giving them.

You’ll probably feel resentful. But you shouldn’t show it.

『6th place, thank you for your hard work, Berion.』

It was disgusting to know how hard the Spark guys had prepared and how naive they were.

Sparks congratulated the winners as they were announced in 5th, 4th, and 3rd place. At the same time, they and the Parthenon man were embarrassed at the end.

Others may say that their humble acting is top notch, but at least I know. Their humility is real, and while they expected Parte to be number one, they probably didn’t know they would be ranked so high.

But don’t be sad, you’ll be attacked from all sides.

When it’s your turn, say thank you, make sure to take care of your fans first, and that you’ll continue to work hard in the future…

『1st place is… … Congratulations, Parte!』

Paper flower petals scattered with a popping sound. Yur approached Parte, who was embracing each other, holding the trophy. Of course, the highlight of the competition program is the final ranking announcement and first place.

『Parte, the winning group, please give us your thoughts.』

I saw it among the pollen covering the screen.

Park Joo-woo, who was standing near Han Ga-woon, smiled brightly and gave Han Ga-woon a small hug when the rankings were announced.

And Jeong Seong-bin, who gathers the members together and smiles with genuine joy.

The five people on the screen smiled without a single quibble and gave Parte a round of applause.

I just blankly watched the scene.

What’s so great about them?

They probably know that they’ve done well on every stage so far.

It’s only natural to feel regretful after pouring so much into it.

Why do you look so relieved?

The area under my eyes was hot. Just a little bit.

… … If only I hadn’t rushed and appeared in the first season of A Wang Shil because I wanted to quickly get first place on a music show.

If only I had waited until my popularity had increased a little, if only I had released a few more albums and appeared on other programs.

At that time, I could have given you the ranking you deserved.

I should have just endured that headache. I should have just held out a little longer on stage.

Then, I could at least give them a pat on the back for their hard work.

I didn’t have the courage to look at the screen anymore.

I covered my eye with the arm that didn’t have the needle. My eyelids felt heavy.

“sorry…….”

I muttered quietly. I meant it.

* * *

When I opened my eyes again, I was fortunate to see a familiar wooden ceiling.

I would like to express my gratitude to the person who moved the 183cm tall man into the accommodation. I hope that one of the many healthy talents in this accommodation will be active.

I checked the date on the cell phone next to the pillow.

It was the day after the royal family had finished. I felt like I had just the right amount of sleep.

‘I don’t think there was any particular schedule… … I guess I’ll just sleep more.’

I was a bit mentally exhausted after spending a lot of time emotionally exhausted yesterday. I needed a break.

But in group life, privacy is a luxury.

As soon as I closed my eyes again, someone opened the door and came in. And then they called me in a very small voice.

“Hey, bro?”

“I’m not sleeping.”

“Oh my gosh, this is a surprise.”

Lee Cheong-hyeon stepped back in fright.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Oh. I feel much better now that I’m asleep.”

“Really? Your complexion has improved a bit.”

It was rare for Lee Cheong-hyeon to interrupt me. He only took a quick look at my complexion.

“… …Yesterday―.”

“If you’re going to say you’re sorry for not being able to do the ending with me, then you don’t have to. I don’t want to hear an apology from someone who’s in pain.”

“… … .”

“Don’t do that to the other members. You’ll get wrinkles between your eyebrows.”

A quick-witted child.

Still, I didn’t sense any poison in Lee Cheong-hyeon’s words. He was a very gentle guy after all.

“PD Yang said that we should all have a meal together later.”

“why?”

“We missed the after-party. We didn’t go to the after-party.”

I guess they came right away because one of the members was taken away. It must have been their first after-party, so I feel bad… … No. There’s no benefit to learning things like company dinners early.

“If you’re up, come out and eat.”

“No, I want more. You guys eat among yourselves.”

“Really? Got it.”

For some reason, Lee Cheong-hyeon stepped down obediently.

Then he shouted towards the living room.

“Mom! Brother Yiwol is sleeping more!”

……mom?

“Mom, do you have guests?”

“Seongbin’s mother is here. She said we need to eat some nutritious food, so she made some samgyetang.”

“What if I tell you that now!”

I thought I smelled chicken stew somewhere.

To someone who has been watching me and Jeong Seong-bin’s crazy idol activities, does it make sense to say, ‘This guy doesn’t even eat the food his mother prepares for him because he’s always sleeping!’?

I hurriedly changed into neat, everyday clothes. Then, running my hand through my disheveled hair, I ran out of the room.

“Mom, are you here?!”

“Did Yiwol wake up? Did he wake up because of the noise from the lady?”

“No way. How have you been?”

“Now is not the time for you to be worrying about others. My goodness, look how much weight you’ve lost. While you’re at it, eat and sleep. Okay?”

Before I could say anything else, my mother went back to the kitchen. I took advantage of the opportunity to quickly wash up in the bathroom and come out. At the table, the guys were each taking up a pot.

As I sat down, my mother immediately brought me a steaming pot.

“Does Yiwol eat Samgyetang? I heard from Seongbin that he doesn’t have any particular preference.”

“Yes, I really like it!”

Actually, I don’t like it that much. If I had to say, I didn’t like the boiled chicken I ate with my coworkers in the valley. The seats were so uncomfortable that I couldn’t tell if the boiled chicken was going into my nose or my mouth.

‘But this is… … .’

Two Samdo, two legs, still intact.

Food that is prepared solely for my use, not food that I have to force myself to eat while looking around.

“Have you all eaten ginseng?”

I looked at some bowls that had no sam in them and asked. Then Lee Cheong-hyeon answered.

“We all got one too. Didn’t your mom give you two because you were sick?”

“Yes, you should eat a lot to get better quickly. Yiwol, there’s glutinous rice in it too. Eat it all. The lady showed off her skills today.”

“thank you……!”

And then my mother passed away early. Even though I saw my mother off, who had an appointment, there was still steam rising from the pot.

I drank the soup very slowly, spoonfully. I ate the meat well and ate all the rice. For the first time, I thought that boiled chicken was delicious.

* * *

When I came out after washing up, Choi Je-ho was in the living room for some reason.

A guy whose daily routine is to wear earphones and look at his phone in his room.

At first glance, it seemed like the only thing he was doing was the living room sofa, but he was still doing the same thing, so I didn’t bother to talk to him.

When I entered the room leaving Choi Je-ho behind, this time Jeong Seong-bin was standing awkwardly between the beds.

It was extremely suspicious that even Jeong Seong-bin, who was known for not entering other people’s rooms without permission, was doing this.

As I was looking at Jeong Seong-bin to see what was going on, Lee Cheong-hyeon, who seemed to be talking to Jeong Seong-bin on the upstairs bed, spoke in a creaky tone.

“That’s right. I decided to play a game with Kang-Gyeon, right?”

Then he suddenly got out of bed and ran out of the room. He’s a guy who can’t even tell a single lie.

The sound of the door closing behind him was heard. Jeong Seong-bin’s gaze wandered somewhere on the floor. A long silence followed.

What did our leader want to say to me, even to the point of chasing out all my brothers?

I asked, drying my wet hair with a towel.

“Shall we sit down and talk?”