Chapter 170:

Chapter 170:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: Rxel

Chapter 170

Woojoo felt like hiding right away.

People on the internet were laughing out loud.

–ᄏᄏ I’m going crazy

-Do they always broadcast with this crazy tension?? Answer me, coals

–ᄏᄏᄏᄏHow many times am I laughing today

-Even muggles would find this funny ᄏᄏ

On the screen, Woojoo was reaching out with his eyes closed, and his siblings were teasing him nearby.

But the embarrassing moment that came out of there was no problem at all.

The real problem was after that.

“Ugh...”

As Woojoo covered his eyes, his siblings shouted with clenched fists like people watching a soccer game.

“Please, let Woojoo’s letter come out soon!”

“I wish they put a gold border on the screen and a flashy caption. ‘Deoksoon is mine.’”

“Is there any popcorn? I suddenly crave popcorn.”

Woojoo screamed as if he was in agony.

“Are you human? Huh? Are you?”

“Should I be a cat then? Meow.”

“Hey! Wang Jiho, come here! I’m going to unplug that laptop!”

The more he suffered, the more his siblings enjoyed it and giggled. At least Bijoo didn’t say anything...

He didn’t say anything, but he brought popcorn. Bijoo.

Woojoo pressed his trembling cheeks and watched TV.

Woojoo begged and begged in his heart for them to edit it, but to no avail, his wish was not granted.

-Then, since this happened, why don’t we leave a video message for the cat?

-For the cat?

Woojoo shouted as he looked at the screen.

“No, don’t do it!”

“Puhahaha!”

In the end, he opened his lips ominously with the creepy BGM that the angel girl used when she left a warning.

As Woojoo told the cat to eat moderately, their fans who were watching in real time were happy.

-New idol S ‘jealous of the cat’

-Ew ᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏso serious

-Woojooᅲᅲᅲᅲᅲ I love you so much

–ᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏI expected there would be some foreshadowing, but I never imagined this kind of foreshadowing

-I decided to go to the Civil Affairs Office and change my name to Kim Deoksoon

Woojoo decided not to react at all.

Halfway resigned, he saw himself pointing a finger at the camera on the screen.

Serious facial acting.

Like a prosecutor interrogating a criminal, a person with a cold face looked straight ahead and opened his lips.

-You must re. mem. ber. Kim Deoksoon is mine.

-Remember. Deoksoon is mine.

The caption, painted in gold, flashed brightly with a close-up.

“Puhup! Puhahaha!”

Woojoo resigned himself to the sight of them rolling off the sofa or hitting each other with cushions and laughing.

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“Wow, that was so funny.”

“I’m so refreshed from playing games. Oh, the Street Boys just told me in the game chat. They’re also watching TV and laughing right now.”

Woojoo turned his head sharply.

“Do they have time left? Why would they...”

“They’re going to record next week, so they’re monitoring in advance. Oh, Hanjo is laughing the hardest.”

“...Fine, let them laugh.”

Woojoo smiled almost resignedly.

There was nothing more to be ashamed of since everything came out.

Then his phone vibrated.

Woojoo shuddered at the name ‘Kim Deoksoon’.

He remembered what he had forgotten.

When he clicked on the chat window, there was a message attached with 37 selfies of the cat and the grandmother.

Kim Deoksoon [I’ll try a three-line poem with your name too]

Kim Deoksoon [You jerk]

Kim Deoksoon [How can you be jealous of a cat]

Kim Deoksoon [Don’t pout your lips and be more generous]

Woojoo threw his phone on the sofa and buried his head in the cushion.

“Ugh!”

He burst into tears.

The first episode of Idol Show ended without a hitch.

The 43-minute running time of Idol Show came to a close just before Woojoo managed to create a logo song.

[Next week!] The preview came out, and the highlight was definitely Junghyun.

When the legendary rhinoceros beetle appeared, Junghyun’s body was hidden by a huge sticker.

Instead, only the scenes of Seri and Bookbook, as well as everyone else, clapping and laughing while flipping over were shown.

-What?? What?? What did Daegil’s friend do again? ᄏᄏ

-I don’t know what it is, but it’s already funny ᄏᄏᄏᄏ

-Why are they so hilarious ᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏ

-I’m the one who never thought he would have a sense of humor with that face

-New Black kids, pay your comedy club dues soon

-I saw them talk for the first time today, and I really feel a bond with them ᄏᄏ They’re so cute like neighborhood kids

The idol community was heating up with reactions.

The strange setting of a police station.

The legendary opening that started with a high-five.

The colorful captions and editing that filled the show.

Likewise, Bijoo had a feeling of the song he wanted in his head.

The problem was that Woojoo didn’t know it.

After being stuck here for hours, Bijoo asked Woojoo cautiously, “Hyung, what if we just ignore my feeling and move on? It wasn’t supposed to be a grand title song from the start... We might end up with no result if we stay here.”

“No.”

Woojoo shook his head and said, “Let’s keep trying. I think there’s something here.”

“Really?”

Director Jo Gyuhwan looked at Woojoo with interest.

“What did you feel?”

“It was just a feeling. I felt like if I followed the direction that Bijoo wanted, it would be a really good song.”

“Hmm... I know what you mean.”

The pro composer said as if he understood, “I felt the same when Chanhyuk made the title song for me. He only cared about singing, and he never had any interest in composing before. But he said he had something he wanted to do. So I matched his idea and...”

“Was it that song? The Art of Breaking Up.”

“Yeah.”

“I thought it was the best song for Yoon Chanhyuk.”

Woojoo knew the behind story of The Art of Breaking Up, the song that topped the annual chart that year and was the biggest hit among Yoon Chanhyuk’s songs.

Director Jo said, “It wasn’t just Chanhyuk. Scarlet was like that too. They can’t make songs like you guys, but they have meetings among the members. They draw pictures of what they want to do for the next concept and bring them to me.”

“Then do you produce the songs for them?”

“Yeah. Usually, Ara and Nayoon lead the way, but sometimes the other members who don’t talk much also express their opinions. When Bom or Rina say they want to try something.” He said, “When I set the concept according to their opinions... the songs always turn out well. Just like the clothes they choose suit them well.”

“I agree. That’s why I can’t give up on this feeling.”

“Then we need to solve this quickly.”

As he said that, Director Jo smiled slyly and Woojoo asked him, “Do you know any way to do that?”

“I know a few. Some tricks that can help when the work is stuck.”

“Oh, really?”

“But it would be more helpful for you to find out for yourself. You have to think about it.”

Director Jo took the tongs from Junghyun to take turns.

Woojoo looked at the dark night sky while eating pork belly.

Was there no way?

It wasn’t like telepathy.

He couldn’t play any games like body talk.

“What are you thinking, Hyung?”

Woojoo smiled at Bijoo who sat next to him.

“I was thinking about the broadcast next week. If there’s any black history that I don’t remember.”

“Hmm, I think you were fine.”

“You don’t know. Bijoo. I’ve been through it and I know. Black history is like cockroaches. They pop out from anywhere.”

“Of course, your words are convincing as an experienced person.”

“Hey.”

Woojoo rolled his eyes and Bijoo avoided his gaze and laughed.

“But you’re lucky. You have no black history in this broadcast.”

“No, I don’t. I was embarrassed today because of the new words. Minjun sent me a message saying I was stupid.”

As he showed Woojoo, he burst out laughing at Minjun’s messages saying [Don’t you really know??], [Are you stupid???].

Woojoo pointed at his profile picture and smiled.

“His hair was really long, Minjun.”

“Yeah, now that he’s going to school, he’s so confident.”

They chatted happily for a while, then they returned to the topic they had before.

“But we have a week, right? Don’t rush it and try to work on it slowly.”

“Okay, Hyung.”

“It’s a bit suffocating, though...”

“That’s right, I can’t express this with my body.”

Bijoo’s arm waved gently up and down, making a wave.

And the moment Woojoo saw that.

Something popped into his head.

The first thing that crossed his mind was Bijoo’s talent show that would air next week.

-I can dance to any song.

He really danced to Arirang and pansori without flinching. And it matched the song so well.

That meant that the opposite was also possible.

And then.

-They can’t make songs like you guys, but they have meetings among the members. They draw pictures and bring them to show what they want to do for the next concept.

Just as Director Jo said, the main ingredient for making a song didn’t have to be composing.

Woojoo had been thinking wrong.

If it was Bijoo, he should have changed his approach to suit him.

“...Hyung?”

“Bijoo, I just had an idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Forget about the composition for now. Let’s think about making the choreography first, before we make the song.” Woojoo said to him, who looked clueless, “So, try to make the choreography based on the feeling you have in your mind. I’ll make the song to match it.”

“Ahh...! Will that work?”

Woojoo nodded and Bijoo smiled brightly.

It felt like they finally found a clue.

9 p.m.

Jo Gyuhwan, who was reading a book in the library on the second floor, got up at the sound of a loud noise from the living room.

‘What’s that?’

He stood on the railing of the second floor corridor and saw the scene in the living room.

In the dimly lit living room, Woojoo and Bijoo were standing. Bijoo whispered, “Mr. Jo seems to be reading a book, will we be too noisy?”

“It’s fine. Even if you jump around like a sky hopper here, you’ll be much quieter than Junghyun’s breathing.”

Jo Gyuhwan swallowed a laugh.

Did they know that talking like that was actually louder?

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. I’m ready.”

Bijoo nodded seriously.

‘What are they trying to do?’

He watched the situation in the living room with curiosity.