Chapter 150:

Chapter 150:

Chapter 150

Where does it hurt?

“Don’t get too excited. The other guys are watching us.”

Lee Ju-hyuk said to his members with a frown as they walked back to the waiting room.

“Yeah, let’s calm down. The soda has lost its fizz by now.”

Kim Hyun-do pressed the shoulders of Park Jin-hyuk and Jo Tae-woong. Somehow, the people around them were more excited than the person involved.

There were people gathered in front of Awi’s waiting room door. It was MyKit.

“Brother.”

“Yeah.”

They greeted each other with a high five and bumped their shoulders lightly. MyKit noticed Ian at the back of the members and raised both hands above their heads like believers who saw their leader.

“Naeuri!”

MyKit grabbed Ian’s shoulder and arm as he entered the waiting room and went in with him.

“Man, your drama was awesome.”

“I’d fall for you even if I were a guy.”

Ian laughed dryly. Everyone he met was making a fuss about Naeuri.

MyKit bowed to Awi’s staff and sat down.

“Speaking of which, Seon was amazing on the talk show too, right?”

“Yeah. He’s a natural entertainer.”

Ian tapped Park Seon’s shoulder, who was sitting next to him.

“So... is that annoying character your method acting?”

“There’s a script, and I also improvise. Usually, the PD tells me what to do.”

“Let’s not mess with our Seon.”

As Awi’s members became solemn, Park Seon smiled faintly. His expression felt more rigid than before.

Ian sensed the meaning behind Park Seon’s expression and asked quietly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well, since I set my concept like this, I get a lot of calls, but the reactions are also harsh.”

“Ah... that must be hard.”

These days, you had to be careful with your broadcast concept. Even a slight deviation would cause the viewers to complain.

Since an annoying character that could withstand the negative feedback emerged on the surface after a long time, there were quite a few places that called Park Seon.

“But we have to cheer up. We’re finally releasing an album soon.”

“Oh, finally.”

Park Seon’s eyes sparkled.

Their agency had debuted MyKit with a digital single, and since their response was lukewarm, they sent them to Japan right away.

So MyKit sold albums in Japan and participated in various events such as signing events, hug events, etc., but they didn’t have a Korean album yet.

‘I’m glad the agency is paying attention.’

MyKit, who had sparse albums and activities, was able to perform on this year-end stage because they became a hot topic at the Arimpyc and their agency hastily released a digital single.

“It’ll go well.”

And finally, they were releasing a physical album. Ian held out his fist and Park Seon smiled and bumped it.

Kim Chul-min of MyKit sprang up.

“Let’s play mafia since we’re all together.”

“Shall we?”

Lee Ju-hyuk looked at Kim Myung-jin leaning against the door. Kim Myung-jin nodded his head and gave a sign.

“Ah... not now. We have to go rehearse.”

“Oh, you haven’t rehearsed yet? Then we’ll go back to our waiting room for now.”

Lee Chi-hoon of MyKit made a disappointed face. Kim Chul-min put his hand on Lee Chi-hoon’s shoulder and waved at Awi.

“Let’s do it later.”

But Awi and MyKit couldn’t play mafia together like they used to.

“Awi, let’s rehearse.”

Awi, who had to sing three songs as the last act, put name tags on their chests and went up on stage.

“Let’s do it one more time.”

“Yes!”

It took a long time to rehearse three songs.

“Good job, everyone.”

Awi, who was soaked in sweat and had dry lips, wanted to just lie down on the stage, but they had to clear the stage quickly for the next rehearsal singer.

“Awi, good job on rehearsing. Come over here.”

The year-end stage PD snapped his fingers. Awi had to head to the audience seats without even wiping off the sweat from their intense dance. There were a few people sitting in the audience seats, aka back girls.

Usually, the person who would come into the waiting room and make a lot of noise was Jo Tae-woong, but he was strangely quiet.

“Hey Jo-tang.”

“...”

Jo Tae-woong was sitting in a corner, staring blankly into space with unfocused eyes. Ian went over to him and shook his shoulder.

“Huh?”

Jo Tae-woong lifted his head abruptly. His complexion was not good. He seemed to be sweating slightly.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick? Are you sweating?”

“No, I think I had indigestion from breakfast.”

As Ian tried to examine his face closely, Jo Tae-woong refused by lowering his hand.

“Really? Do you want to take some medicine?”

“No, I’m fine. I can’t do the mafia. Do it without me.”

“Where does Tae-woong hurt?”

“Are you okay, bro?”

The other members who were listening to their conversation approached Jo Tae-woong. Jo Tae-woong pressed his chest and frowned.

“It looks like you had a bad cold.”

“Hey, just wait.”

Kim Hyun nodded his head. The members who noticed his intention moved the chairs and made room in the corner.

“Where is our cushion mat?”

“Here it is. Guys.”

Kim Myung-jin, who was watching, came with a shopping bag full of both hands. Ian spread out the mat inside, and Kim Hyun and Lee Joo-hyuk rolled up the long padding to make a pillow and spread out a blanket.

“Hey, don’t sit there, lie down there.”

“That’s right. It’s good to sleep when you’re not feeling well... Oh, bro!”

As Jo Tae-woong staggered up, Park Seo-dam and Kim Joo-young supported him. The members’ expressions became serious as they guessed it was not an ordinary thing.

“Thank you... Wake me up later...”

Park Jin-hyuk, who covered Jo Tae-woong with a blanket without any gaps, looked at the members. Lee Joo-hyuk signaled to go outside.

“Doesn’t Tae-woong have to go to the hospital?”

“Let’s just watch him for now since he said he was okay.”

The members watched Kim Myung-jin sitting next to Jo Tae-woong through the gap in the door.

“He’s sleeping, so don’t make noise.”

“Let’s go somewhere since Myung-jin hyung is watching him.”

Lee Joo-hyuk left a message on the group chat with MyKit. He said he couldn’t help it because Tae-woong was sick and let’s do it later. The answer came back.

There wasn’t much time left for stage preparation, so Ian woke up Jo Tae-woong. Jo Tae-woong, who raised his upper body slightly, looked at Ian blankly.

“How are you?”

Ian shook his hand near his face and woke him up who hadn’t regained consciousness yet.

“Well... I’m much better.”

Jo Tae-woong smiled faintly and raised his thumb. His complexion looked better than before, but he still looked pale.

‘Ah... why is this happening.’

While getting his hair done, Jo Tae-woong repeated squeezing and releasing both hands as he felt sweat rising in his hands.

The members and agency staff gathered around him.

“Can you do the stage, Tae-woong hyung?”

“You don’t have to do it if it’s hard. We have a pre-recorded one, so it’ll be okay. I’ll go and ask for your understanding.”

Kim Myung-jin, who seemed to run out of the waiting room right away, lowered his hand by Jo Tae-woong.

Jo Tae-woong felt touched by everyone worrying about him. But he couldn’t bother the team that much. If he was out, it would affect the choreography line.

“No, I’m okay. I’ll try.”

[He’s being stubborn.]

Ignoring Jin’s words, Ian observed Jo Tae-woong’s expression closely.

‘Is he okay...’

He was anxious and anxious, but eventually something happened.

The group’s pre-recorded stage was fine. But at the end of the year-end broadcast, Lee Nam-jin and Lim Tae-woo sang trot and the cast sang together behind them. The stage was broadcast live.

Awi, who was very popular, had to sing in a place where the camera could see well, but at that moment Jo Tae-woong’s expression came out very badly.

-Did you just see the ending? Jo Tae-woong’s expression is rottenᄏᄏ

Look at his attitude in front of Lee Nam-jin like a senior. Isn’t that too much?

└Is he sick?

└└Even if he’s sick, he should endure it. He’s the only one with a bad expression on a stage where everyone is doing it.

└He brought a moment capture and turned it around like crazy. Hey, watch the video and talk. He made that expression for only 1 second ᄉᄇ

└But I feel bad because he’s the only one with a bad expression